By Zephyria Did the sound of the shower water pouring down always sound this good?
Yoon Joo-ho’s shower in the bathroom sounded like the sound of rain in the early morning.
Lying on his back, looking at the ceiling, Song Hyun-soo listened towards the bathroom, chuckling to himself repeatedly.
Last night, or rather, this morning. After they had both exhausted all their energy, they had fallen into a deep sleep without even knowing when. It was probably after Song Hyun-soo’s fourth ejaculation.
Fourth ejaculation. No matter how young I am, in my twenties. This was the first time since my teenage years, when my sexual curiosity was at its peak.
The last ejaculate was almost like a clear liquid. That was the last thing he remembered, collapsing forward after seeing it spill into Yoon Joo-ho’s palm.
After waking up, Song Hyun-soo didn’t open his eyes immediately.
If Yoon Joo-ho had already left, he didn’t want to confirm the empty, cold room alone. It would feel like a bitter aftertaste, as if last night’s events were just his own imagination.
But when he opened his eyes, Yoon Joo-ho’s sleeping face was right in front of him.
What is this? Am I dead and in heaven? An angel is sleeping here?
Holding his breath so as not to wake him with his exhalations, he gazed at his face for a long time. He was sleeping beautifully, like a picture, like a sleeping beauty sealed by magic. Our Yoon Sunbae, he’s so pretty when he just keeps his mouth shut.
In the morning light filtering through the air cap, Yoon Joo-ho, with his eyes closed, looked pure and noble. It was hard to believe he was the same man who had thrust his hips so ruthlessly last night.
Come to think of it, he felt a dull ache throughout his lower body.
It wasn’t painful, but it was a subtle, nagging throb.
They had been at it for at least three hours, changing positions.
He now understood why Yoon Joo-ho had always said that just ejaculating didn’t make his back feel better. Someone who had sex like that, almost primitively pounding away, wouldn’t be satisfied with just thrusting and ejaculating.
‘Are you horny already?’
Yoon Joo-ho, who had said that with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyelids.
‘I can’t sleep because of your sticky gaze?’
As soon as he opened his eyes, he started spewing out annoying remarks, but it didn’t matter. That was Yoon Joo-ho.
After almost chasing him into the bathroom, telling him to stop talking nonsense and go wash up.
When Yoon Joo-ho finishes showering, I should wash up too. Then I’ll feed him… Ah, what should I make?
As he got up and tried to put on his underwear, his phone suddenly rang. My phone, my phone… my phone was buried near my feet, between the mattress and the wall.
The caller was his grandmother.
He roughly covered his waist with the blanket and answered the phone, lying on his stomach.
“Uh, Grandma. It’s me.”
[Why does your voice sound like that?]
“My voice?”
[Your throat sounds really rough. Did you catch a cold?]
The tips of his ears burned. Because the reason his voice was hoarse and cracked was unhealthy.
“Ah… No. I just woke up. That’s why. Why, is something wrong?”
[Nothing’s wrong. I just called to see if you were doing well.]
Your grandson is doing well, Grandma. More than well, he was worn out and loved by the person he likes all night… my voice and my back feel like they’re broken.
His grandmother chattered on about how nice her new house was.
[The sun shines in well, so my knees don’t ache as much. Your grandfather’s back has also improved!]
“That’s good. Is everything okay at home?”
The sunlight wouldn’t heal knees and backs, but if they felt that way, it was a good thing. Song Hyun-soo smiled and agreed.
[Oh my, it has a storage room, an elevator, and everything. There’s nothing inconvenient about it. Nothing at all.]
Bending his calves and shaking them back and forth, Song Hyun-soo stretched his arms forward as if to wake up. Even if he had to move to a smaller place, he had no regrets about moving his hometown home.
[Hyun-soo, you should come visit the new house too.]
“Yes, I will. I’ll probably be busy when the movie shoot starts. I’ll come before then.”
He quickly turned his head as he felt the back of the mattress sink.
Yoon Joo-ho, wearing only his lower half and with a towel draped over his head, was sitting on the edge of the mattress, looking at him. His gaze, which seemed to press down on him, ignited something inside his body. He rubbed the back of his ear and avoided his eyes.
[I’ll make you anything you want to eat. What do you want?]
“What I want to eat? Uh, then I’ll have pajeon and…”
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, which landed on his calf, was cool. Without hesitation, his hand slid up his thigh and fumbled under the blanket towards his buttocks. Song Hyun-soo had to break off his words, bending his head down.
[Pajeon and what else.]
“Uh… I can’t think of anything right now. Grandma. I’ll call you again.”
After finishing the call, he sat up and turned around. Just as he was about to say something, Yoon Joo-ho leaned back and rested his head on Song Hyun-soo’s thighs.
“You were on the phone with Grandma.”
“Then who did you think I was talking to?”
“I thought it was one of your favorite hyungs.”
“What do you mean, favorite hyungs? Don’t pick a fight.”
“You have many hyungs. You have a hyung with a wide network.”
He really doesn’t bring up acquaintances’ names anymore. They had been friends for so many years.
Yoon Joo-ho, who was looking at the window opposite him while lying down, pointed at it with his chin and said,
“Instead of putting up an air cap, you should have installed curtains first.”
“Did the brightness wake you up?”
“How can you sleep when it’s this bright?”
“That said, Sunbae slept until 11…”
Yoon Joo-ho tensed his abs and sat up, saying,
“If there were curtains, I would have slept longer.”
Maybe I should install curtains when I move to a new place.
No, it’s not necessarily to prepare for Yoon Joo-ho’s visits. Curtains look good, and they have heating effects. Everything is good, so… Should I ask Jung-ho what to buy?
Thinking this, as he was about to get up, Yoon Joo-ho lifted the blanket and reached his hand directly between his legs.
“What, why are you touching me again?”
He pinned Song Hyun-soo’s legs with his own so he couldn’t get up and glanced at him.
“Does just touching it make you want to die?”
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand fumbled between his buttocks, searching for his anus.
“I’m literally dying. Because of you. Get off!”
“Just stay still for a moment. I want to see if it’s swollen.”
“Of course it’s swollen! You pounded away for hours.”
Despite Song Hyun-soo’s complaint, Yoon Joo-ho silently explored between his buttocks.
Having to expose his rear end in the bright morning like this, unlike at night during sex. Song Hyun-soo’s voice grew louder out of embarrassment.
“That’s why I told you to do it in moderation. You’re over thirty, and you can’t even control your libido. Is that what an adult does, just doing whatever you want when you’re horny?”
“And you’re only twenty-eight, but you’re already looking for moderate sex. Is that what someone in their twenties should say?”
His fingers, the index and middle fingers, spread the hole, while the other hand felt the folds inside the hole. The back of his neck burned.
“If you’re going to do it moderately, why have sex at all? Just masturbate.”
His hand gently stroked the soft flesh inside, which must have been swollen. A groan escaped from his lower abdomen.
“That’s enough. Stop touching me now.”
He kicked off the blanket, got up, and found his briefs, which had been shoved somewhere, and put them on. His lower body ached as it bore his weight, and he instinctively put his hand on his waist. Yoon Joo-ho just smiled at him, but didn’t let him go easily.
“Go wash up and leave.”
“Leave? Where?”
“You said you were looking for a house.”
“Ah… Are we leaving without eating?”
“There’s not much time before the appointment. We can grab a sandwich on the way.”
Yoon Joo-ho got up from the mattress and walked towards the desk. Watching his profile as he fiddled with the clock on the desk, Song Hyun-soo ran his hand through his hair and left the room.
The bathroom was still warm, with residual heat. As he took off his clothes, threw them in the washing machine, and stood under the warm stream of water, the muscle pain that had been stiffening his entire body, not just his lower half, seemed to melt away to some extent.
He adjusted the showerhead so the water splashed up to his chest and reached down to his buttocks. He needed to remove the semen and lubricant still inside his anus.
“Then you’ll be thinking about this all day, won’t you?”
As he had predicted, the wet, rough feeling of Yoon Joo-ho’s thick appendage entering and exiting still lingered strongly in that area.
This was the hole Yoon Joo-ho had entered, and this was the bathroom where Yoon Joo-ho had just showered.
Wow, I was really a pervert just now…
As he let out an embarrassed chuckle, the bathroom door opened without a knock. Song Hyun-soo, who had a habit of not locking the door in his own home, was startled. He withdrew his hand from his lower body.
Yoon Joo-ho, naked, entered the bathroom as if nothing were wrong.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“I have to help you get it out, don’t I?”
“Ah, I can do it myself, so get out!”
He turned his body slightly to cover himself and raised his voice towards Yoon Joo-ho over his shoulder. But he paid no mind, approaching him under the stream of water.
“I’m not such a bastard that I’d ejaculate and not clean up after myself.”
“What you’re offering to do for me right now is even more bastardly. Please leave.”
He tried to push his shoulder away, but Yoon Joo-ho grabbed his arm instead.
“I won’t do anything. I’ll just help you get it out, so just bear with me for a moment.”
He pushed Song Hyun-soo’s nape against the wall opposite the shower. The cold tile wall quickly became lukewarm as Song Hyun-soo’s body touched it. The water from the shower splashed onto his lower back, flowing down the curve of his buttocks. Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, stroking his buttocks broadly from bottom to top, slipped between his cheeks. His lips landed on Song Hyun-soo’s wet shoulder.