By Zephyria His fingertips began to prod and press around the entrance.
“Think of it as a medical procedure.”
“What doctor… are you rubbing your lips on my shoulder? This is serious sexual harassment.”
“It’s a service to relieve the patient’s tension.”
Song Hyun-soo, his forehead against the tile wall, shook his head and let out a chuckle. He also let out a short, low laugh by Song Hyun-soo’s ear.
“Ughh…”
But their laughter didn’t last long. Yoon Joo-ho’s fingers wriggled and dug into the slightly swollen, sensitive entrance. His body, remembering the intense activity of just a few hours ago, flinched in fear. His hips and buttocks tensed involuntarily, and Yoon Joo-ho stroked his side.
“Hah! Haa… Hup.”
Another finger dug in. Song Hyun-soo’s breathing became suddenly irregular. Yoon Joo-ho’s lips, which had been slowly stroking his shoulder, were kissing his nape and the back of his ears. It was already close to foreplay.
Inside his body, Yoon Joo-ho’s two fingers spread wide in a V shape.
“Wh-what are you…!”
Song Hyun-soo tried to resist, turning to look, but Yoon Joo-ho pushed him with his chest.
“I’ll spread them, so push.”
“I can just…”
“Hurry.”
With a voice urging him on, biting his earlobe, he was forced to press his forehead against the tile wall again. The man behind him had made up his mind, and he knew that no matter what he did, he wouldn’t back down until he got what he wanted.
“Spread your legs wider.”
As instructed, he widened the gap between his legs. Yoon Joo-ho’s other hand, not inserted, firmly wrapped around Song Hyun-soo’s waist, encircling his lower abdomen.
“Bend your knees slightly. It’ll be easier to push.”
What in the world is this…
Let’s just finish this quickly. Biting his lip, he pushed his lower abdomen.
“Ugh… Mmm.”
“That sounds good.”
Yoon Joo-ho murmured into his ear with a playful, lewd voice.
Drip. Then, a lump of liquid fell onto the wet tile floor.
“Haa, ha…”
Song Hyun-soo gasped for breath and looked down.
How many times had Yoon Joo-ho come? Three? Four? He didn’t know. After the second time, he’d been barely conscious. All he remembered was that after the first ejaculation with a condom, he had never once pulled his penis out of his body.
Just how much semen had been poured in? The amount of the milky fluid mixed with lubricant was immense. Heat rose to the back of his neck and his earlobes. To have that much of a man’s semen inside his belly. And the situation of spitting it out between his legs felt unbearably obscene.
The cloudy mass slowly diluted and washed away with the stream of water being sprayed from behind him.
He couldn’t ignore the strange excitement that arose with shame.
The very act of sharing such a sight, one that would never be shown to others, felt like a secret foreplay.
Yoon Joo-ho’s breathing was just as unstable, his earlobe being bitten as he scraped the inside of Song Hyun-soo’s belly.
“I do have quite a bit, don’t I.”
“For a guy over thirty, I guess…”
“I poured this much in. Do you think I’m pregnant?”
“Say something that makes sense.”
“They said my sperm gets you pregnant easily. The doctor warned me.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, already moving crudely, was scraping the inner walls to expel the residue that wouldn’t come out with force. Every time he felt the movement of his fingers tracing that intimate place, Song Hyun-soo had to twist his waist.
“If you were worried about that… you should have used a condom.”
Yoon Joo-ho rested his chin on Song Hyun-soo’s shoulder from over his shoulder. When Song Hyun-soo turned his head to meet his gaze, Yoon Joo-ho grinned.
“I’m worried you won’t get pregnant?”
“Stop talking nonsense.”
The rectangular bathroom was narrow. Yoon Joo-ho muttered as he reached for the showerhead fixed to the opposite wall.
“What did you call me yesterday? A crazy bastard, a son of a bitch… Did you tell me to die in the end?”
Then, from between Song Hyun-soo’s legs, he turned the showerhead and shot the stream of water into the hole he had spread open with his fingers.
“Ngh.”
His shoulders hunched, and his thighs squeezed shut. Yoon Joo-ho’s knee pushed into the gap, forcing them apart.
“You have to get it all out. Do you want to keep going to the bathroom?”
“Who did this in the first place!”
It was a continuous string of embarrassing postures and situations. Song Hyun-soo glared at Yoon Joo-ho, hitting the tiled wall with his tightly clenched fist. Yoon Joo-ho whispered, rubbing his nose against Song Hyun-soo’s earlobe.
“That’s why I’m comforting you now.”
Comforting my ass. He’s enjoying this while making me do this… No, I can’t say I’m not enjoying it at all…
Song Hyun-soo’s shoulder, leaning against the wall like a hide-and-seek player, flinched. Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, slowly withdrawing from inside him, moved forward.
“Why there.”
“It got a little hard.”
“You touched my rear like that… and it didn’t get hard?”
Something much thicker, warmer, and more prominent than fingers was rubbed between his butt cheeks. It was Yoon Joo-ho’s penis, starting to stir and become erect.
“We’re both like this. And we’re both naked, and we’re in the bathroom. Should we just ignore it?”
He slowly moved his hips up and down, pressing his penis tightly between his buttocks, then reached out and returned the showerhead to its place. He then squeezed shower gel from the shelf on the wall and rubbed it directly onto Song Hyun-soo’s chest.
“I knew it. You said you wouldn’t do anything.”
“Did you really think I’d just wash my semen out of your asshole and leave? I’m a crazy bastard, a son of a bitch, remember?”
“I really can’t right now. It feels raw inside.”
Song Hyun-soo grabbed Yoon Joo-ho’s wrist as his hand moved from his chest, down his stomach, and towards his penis, pleading.
“I’ll just rub, no penetration.”
Yoon Joo-ho grabbed Song Hyun-soo’s shoulders and turned him around.
“There’s nothing more to come out… Ugh. Mmm.”
Again, again, he silenced him with a kiss because he was at a disadvantage. This guy has picked up such a bad habit.
Complaining inwardly, he couldn’t help but open his jaw to accept his lips and tongue.
“Mmm…”
“See, you like kissing.”
“Shut up… Hng. Mmm.”
His back, his buttocks, his chest, and his genitals. Wherever his hands touched, there was slippery soap water. The sensation of rubbing their skin together while holding each other tightly was stimulating.
He trapped his penis between their bellies and rubbed their bodies together, stimulating it. Looking into each other’s eyes up close, their tongues intertwined above and their cocks rubbed below. The feeling of their bulging flesh bumping and sliding against each other was unbearable.
“Mmm, hng!”
He felt like he was being sucked into Yoon Joo-ho’s deep, glistening eyes.
Kissing him while looking into those eyes, he remembered. This hadn’t happened last night.
Even during the multiple ejaculations and sex, Yoon Joo-ho had always been behind him. Lying on his stomach, lying on his side. Arching his back, lowering it. They had varied the positions, but in the end, it was all rear entry.
The night they went to Myung Hae-ri’s.
They had touched each other face-to-face in the car, but there had been no penetration.
Was it a mere coincidence? Or his habit?
But he was afraid to ask.
What if the answer was, “I don’t do it face-to-face with men.”
“Haa, hng, h, Sunbae…”
Rubbing his maximally erect penis against Yoon Joo-ho’s lower abdomen, Song Hyun-soo called out to him in a voice filled with longing without realizing it.
Once he knew the sensation of being connected through their genitals, he felt increasingly unsatisfied. He had now discovered the pleasure of being physically closest to him.
Wanting to connect more deeply, wanting to possess him further, to places others didn’t know. He tightly wrapped his arms around his neck, lifted his legs, and wrapped them around his waist, rubbing.
Yoon Joo-ho didn’t take his eyes off Song Hyun-soo. He stroked the thighs wrapped around his waist broadly, then squeezed them tightly as if to burst them.
“You want me to put it in?”
“Haa, hng. Hhht.”
He didn’t want to admit it, but it was true. Yoon Joo-ho’s expression looked pained as well.
“No. You won’t be able to walk.”
“Ughh. Mmm…”
Instead, Yoon Joo-ho thrust his tongue deep into his mouth. Then he pushed Song Hyun-soo against the tile with his whole body, as if to ram him into it.
Hooking one arm behind Song Hyun-soo’s knees, he thrust his slippery body repeatedly.
“Uum, um. Hmmm. Hhup.”
With his flexible hip movements mimicking penetration, Song Hyun-soo came first. He thought there was nothing more to come out. Yet, it became erect and something came out… The human body is mysterious.
Soon after, Yoon Joo-ho’s entire body stiffened, and he ejaculated between their joined bellies and chests.
Even after reaching climax, they held each other, caressed each other, and intertwined their tongues for a long time.
■■■
Whether it had been snowing continuously while they were rolling around on the bed with Yoon Joo-ho, or it had snowed quite a bit outside, the sky was a low, gray color, as if it still had more to pour down.
Yoon Joo-ho, with Song Hyun-soo in the car, headed towards Gangnam. It was a neighborhood not too far from his place. It seemed they were going to meet the ‘expert’ first. Song Hyun-soo didn’t think much of it.
Yoon Joo-ho parked in front of a new building, unbuckled his seatbelt, and looked at Song Hyun-soo’s face.
“Still not feeling great?”
“It’s not that it hurts, just a bit uncomfortable.”
He walked with a limp and frequently shifted his position while sitting, so Yoon Joo-ho seemed subtly concerned. Yes, he should have at least that much conscience.
“Where exactly is it uncomfortable? Explain it in detail.”
“Ah, it’s so embarrassing. It’s fine, stop asking!”
As he got out of the passenger seat, wiping his flushed face, someone called out to Song Hyun-soo.
“Hyun-soo-ssi!”
Who would be calling me in a neighborhood like this?
As he slipped his arms into the jumper he had brought out, he unconsciously turned his head in the direction of the voice. Seohae was just getting out of another car.
“Oh? Hyung, hello!”
Song Hyun-soo took a few steps towards him, his heart filled with joy, but he was pulled back to his spot by some force.
Yoon Joo-ho, who had followed him out, was holding the back of his jumper with a chilling expression.
“You’re already wagging your tail and showing your belly to anyone, huh?”
His eyes, looking down, were cold, and it was unclear if he was joking or being serious.
“What are you talking about? I’m just sociable. Aren’t I the ESFP, the easiest to get along with among all MBTI types?”
Yoon Joo-ho shrugged and snorted cynically.
“You mean you follow anyone easily.”