By Zephyria 
“Haa, ha… Haa.”
Even after his fingers left, Song Hyun-soo couldn’t close his mouth and gasped for breath for a moment.
“Se-hoo, se, se-senior.”
Song Hyun-soo put his hand under his buttocks and used his middle and index fingers to spread his hole open.
“I love you. So please, drive me crazy here.”
Fuck.
Yoon Joo-ho, muttering an expletive, quickly lunged.
“Ugh, ng. Hoo, hck.”
The glans, generously coated in lube, was finally rubbed against his entrance.
His penis forcefully, painstakingly, pushed its way into his body, which had become slick from the meticulous caresses.
“My, my hole… feels like it’s going to burst.”
Song Hyun-soo rubbed his feet and legs against his hips and lower back. He scratched and clawed at his thick shoulders and chest, his bulging deltoids and biceps.
“Spread your legs wider.”
Yoon Joo-ho said through gritted teeth, looking down at their joined lower bodies.
“It’s not going in well?”
“It’s going to get cut off.”
“It’s been a while for us.”
“Just a few months apart. Have you forgotten your husband’s shape?”
“I, I, husband is moo-oo, ugh, um…”
It seemed he had learned the technique of silencing with a kiss from Song Hyun-soo.
He pulled his hips back and then penetrated deeper than before, then slowly withdrew again, giving him a moment to breathe, before forcefully opening the blocked part and thrusting in again… Yoon Joo-ho repeated the action persistently.
And finally, the junction was so tight that his pubic hair brushed against the entrance of his hole.
Song Hyun-soo stroked his lower abdomen and asked,
“I, hck, I’ve always… had a question.”
“Do you really have to ask now?”
He nodded.
Yoon Joo-ho, who was impatient to thrust his hips, looked displeased at being held back.
Nevertheless, he slowly closed and opened his eyes, composing his expression.
“What is it.”
He’s really mellowed out, hasn’t he, my Crown Prince.
“Do you know this is the first time we’ve had intercourse in a missionary position?”
“…”
Seeing his subtly furrowed brow, he seemed to know.
“Why didn’t you do it until now?”
“You’d probably get angry.”
“I promise I won’t.”
Hesitantly, he rolled his eyes and avoided his gaze. Then, with a sigh, he answered as if giving up,
“I’ve never had sex in a missionary position with a man.”
“…”
“So I never even thought of it.”
“Even after we started dating?”
“That’s why I said you’d probably get angry.”
“I won’t get angry.”
“You won’t?”
He looked surprised, as if he had braced himself for the outcome of being kicked out for demanding he withdraw his cock.
Song Hyun-soo stroked his face, glistening with sweat from his restraint and patience.
“I won’t. Because we’re doing it right now.”
He slipped his arms under Yoon Joo-ho’s armpits and embraced his thick, broad back.
As he was deeply, fully penetrated, holding each other, it felt like there was no space between them.
Kneeling and lowering his hips, he thrust his penis even deeper into Song Hyun-soo’s body. Then Song Hyun-soo’s hips lifted, and his two calves floated in the air.
Song Hyun-soo buried his lips in his shoulder, waiting for the pleasure to come.
“Hoo, hck. Hck. Haa!”
The real thrusting began.
As his raised hips descended, they pressed deeply into his insides. The inner walls, which had been tightly compressing his cock and trying to push it out, gradually became more elastic with each repeated thrust, swallowing and drawing him in.
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Yoon Joo-ho’s pre-cum and lubricant mingled inside Song Hyun-soo, and with every thrust of his penis, it was pushed out and leaked down his shaft.
“Hktt, ha. Hck, se-hoo, se-senior…”
Song Hyun-soo tightened his grip on his back and shoulders.
The pocket on the inside of my buttocks, which I lived without any awareness of in normal times, felt greedily swollen. Every time the hard, elastic shaft and glans of his penis brushed against it, my back arched, my toes curled and then straightened, and the penis pressed against my lower belly trembled.
Yoon Joo-ho looked down at Song Hyun-soo and swept back his sweat-drenched hair. Then, as if he found him adorable, he rubbed his nose against Song Hyun-soo’s and pressed their lips together deeply, pulling back his lower lip.
“Mmm, hmm, umm.”
From the tips of the toes he had sucked on, to the back of his thighs, his groin, his sides and lower belly, his chest and armpits, the two arms holding him, his fingernails, his lips and tongue, his nose inhaling his scent, the two eyes watching him, and even a single strand of hair he swept back.
He felt with his entire being that the man before him loved his whole existence.
He couldn’t help but feel it.
I’m not just having sex right now, I’m being loved by this man.
With chests against chests, bellies against bellies, tongues tangled in a way that was neither beautiful nor elegant, with no space between them, they reached climax almost simultaneously.
Even as he continued to ejaculate for quite a long time, Yoon Joo-ho did not stop or slow his thrusting. Only after spilling everything did he tightly embrace Song Hyun-soo, who was intermittently trembling, and slowly grind his hips, gasping for breath.
Yoon Joo-ho’s semen seemed to penetrate between his penis and my inner walls, melting the touching areas. Thus, the boundaries disappeared, and it felt like we were sticking together, thick and gooey…
“Ah, hng. Why.”
“Why?”
“Why this, ‘fucking,’ is… I think I get it.”
Swoosh, he made a puffing sound as if scolding a child.
“Does a rookie actor have no filter?”
Yoon Joo-ho’s penis, which had just finished ejaculating, stirred again inside his body. He must have spoken out of turn.
But it probably didn’t matter.
The night was long, and there was nothing to rush for now.
We deserved to receive the award of each other.
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Dissolve HLCs 198 and 199, double release to complete the series.
199
Yoon Joo-ho used the remote to pull back the blackout curtains halfway.
Although there were sheer curtains drawn, for someone accustomed to the darkness inside, even that amount of light was blinding.
“Ugh.”
Song Hyun-soo, who had been lying face down towards the floor-to-ceiling window, winced and turned his head.
Yoon Joo-ho lay stretched out beside him, using his folded arm as a pillow. They had only slept for about four hours after staying up all night with beastly sex. His hair was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, and his lips slightly chapped. Even in that state, he was still sexy and attractive. An unfair world.
Or, perhaps it was fair after all, because I got someone like him.
He stroked Song Hyun-soo’s bare back as he lay face down and said, “The weather seems nice outside. Shall we go for a drive?”
“Now?”
“Don’t you want to?”
“Ah… my back feels like it’s fallen out. I can’t do anything.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, which had moved lower, gently massaged his lower back. It seemed like he was giving him a massage.
Song Hyun-soo looked up at Yoon Joo-ho from his prone position and said, “I think I’m going to smell like a senior actor now.”
Song Hyun-soo had said it seriously, but Yoon Joo-ho chuckled low, his chest and shoulders shaking. Then, reaching below his waist, he stroked Song Hyun-soo’s buttocks and asked again, “You’re really not going? You can drive, you know.”
“…”
Song Hyun-soo, who had been listless, suddenly lifted his head. His eyes sparkled with life, as if he had slept for ten hours straight.
“Really?? You’ll let me drive??”
Yoon Joo-ho’s face was full of smiles as he played with Song Hyun-soo’s hair.
“If you want it, I can give you even more.”
Song Hyun-soo, who had sat up abruptly, bent down and kissed Yoon Joo-ho’s lips with a soft peck. The person who had just said he couldn’t do anything because his back felt like it had fallen out, now jumped off the bed and even urged the still-lying Yoon Joo-ho.
“What are you doing, not getting up?”
Hmm. Rubbing his lips with his fingertips, Yoon Joo-ho scanned Song Hyun-soo with narrowed eyes. He didn’t look displeased. Rather, his expression was closer to savoring something.
“What’s with that look now?”
Yoon Joo-ho pushed himself up and answered as he got out of bed.
“Just thinking, maybe this is why people date younger men.”
Song Hyun-soo, who had been about to insist that a four-year age gap wasn’t that much of an age difference, stopped and closed his mouth.
Even if he was four years older, Yoon Joo-ho’s career in the entertainment industry had lasted over 20 years longer than his. Perhaps because of that, it was true that he sometimes felt much older.
After showering, the two went down to the underground parking lot. Their attire was light. It had been a long time since they needed padding or outerwear.
As they walked through the parking lot lined with private garages with closed shutters, Song Hyun-soo chattered excitedly, “Let’s go towards Hanam. We can have a bowl of kalguksu there, and then maybe go all the way to Yangpyeong?”
Hanam.
In Hanam was the ossuary where Choi Hong-seo’s remains were enshrined.
Sensing Yoon Joo-ho’s gaze, Song Hyun-soo rubbed the back of his neck and said, “We promised we’d go together after your movie wrapped up. I don’t have the courage to go in yet, but it’s just… a practice run.”
“Alright, let’s do that.”
Song Hyun-soo grinned and took a few steps ahead.
“The weather’s nice, so we can open the top, right?”
“Do as you please.”
Yoon Joo-ho opened the garage shutter.
“Since it’s a weekday, there won’t be many cars on Olympic Expressway, right? If we take Olympic Expressway, we can immediately open the top, open… open…”
Song Hyun-soo, unable to finish his sentence, let his jaw drop. His eyes, framed by thick black lashes, widened.
In Yoon Joo-ho’s garage, two identical cars of different colors stood side by side.
“Wha… wha… whaaaaa???”
Song Hyun-soo, stamping his feet in place, leaped towards the unbelievable sight.
“What is this?? Did you buy a new one again, senior?? This is totally my dream car spec!! Why are you stealing my ideas??”
“Stealing what?”
“Porsche, 911, Turbo S, Cabriolet, Shark Blue. This is my idea!”
As if his own car had been taken away, Song Hyun-soo looked like he was about to cry, indignant. Yet, he couldn’t take his eyes off the car.
Yoon Joo-ho, standing a few steps away, put one hand in his pocket, rubbed the back of his neck, and muttered, “If you like it that much, you can have it.”
“…What?”
“It’s yours.”
Song Hyun-soo couldn’t understand. He just stared at Yoon Joo-ho, who stood opposite him across the car. Only then did Yoon Joo-ho begin to confess.
“Actually, I received it a few weeks ago.”
“A few weeks ago?”
“But I thought if I gave it to you then, you’d get angry about me spending money recklessly, or say you wouldn’t come home.”
“So, you bought this, now, to give to me?”
Song Hyun-soo pointed at himself with his index finger, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. Yoon Joo-ho sighed, scratching his forehead with his fingertips, and hurried towards Song Hyun-soo.
“Hyun-soo, don’t be angry, just listen.”
Angry or not, he hadn’t even grasped the situation yet, but he decided to listen.
“I know.”
“Know what?”
“That you’ll soon be able to buy this car yourself.”
His hands rested on Song Hyun-soo’s shoulders. Then they moved inward, encircling his neck.
“I also know that you’re not asking me for this kind of thing.”
“But why.”
“Back then, I had to do everything I could.”
“…”
“Because I was desperate.”
He didn’t know what to do or what to say. Making eye contact with Yoon Joo-ho, Song Hyun-soo just gnawed on his lower lip.
“It’s different from before, when you tried to arbitrarily get me a studio apartment.”
“…”
“I wanted to convey my feelings to you somehow. But this is the only way I know how…”
Stroking Song Hyun-soo’s chin with his thumb while his arms were around his neck, Yoon Joo-ho gave a faint smile.
Seeing Yoon Joo-ho look so timid, even though he was the one giving the gift, made Song Hyun-soo’s heart ache.
“Did you order this while we were fighting?”
“Yeah.”
“It couldn’t have been something you could get so quickly after just a few months.”
“I used my face and name a bit.”
“How?”
“‘I’m really in a hurry. My life depends on it.'”
His serious expression seemed to say, Please believe me, because it’s the truth, not an exaggeration.
“And.”
“What else?”
“I asked you to live with me.”
“What does that have to do with it?”
“I can’t be the kind of bastard who just says ‘let’s live together’ out of the blue.”
He bent his head closer, bringing his face nearer, and added emphatically,
“I’m Yoon Joo-ho.”
That statement made him laugh.
Only after seeing Song Hyun-soo’s smiling face did Yoon Joo-ho also smile, showing his teeth. Then, he took Song Hyun-soo’s hand and placed something heavy in it.
He opened his hand.
It was a smart key, shaped like the elegant curves of a Porsche.
With a Marilyn Monroe-like cat keychain attached.
Seeing it, tears inexplicably welled up. With tears in his eyes, he smiled and fiddled with the keychain.
“It looks like Monroe.”
“It was hard to find one that resembled her.”
“Thank you. I’ll drive it well.”
Yoon Joo-ho gently lifted Song Hyun-soo’s face, which was speaking with a choked voice, and softly rubbed his cheek with his thumb.
“Don’t cry. I want to make you smile now, instead of making you cry.”
“These are tears of joy.”
Song Hyun-soo wiped his tears haphazardly with the back of his hand and beeped, unlocking the car door.
“Tears of joy for getting a Porsche.”
The car exited the underground parking lot and merged onto Olympic Expressway at the southern end of Yeongdong Bridge. After passing Jamsil, the road became remarkably less crowded. As they passed Cheonho Bridge, Song Hyun-soo slowed down and opened the top.
The sky was a fairytale blue, the air was fresh, and the road stretched out endlessly.
“The weather is really perfect for filming today.”
Yoon Joo-ho, in the passenger seat wearing sunglasses, smiled as if proud.
“Seeing you think like that, you’ve really become an actor.”
“Senior, shall I tell you the truth?”
“Go ahead.”
“This car, it feels even more special because you bought it for me.”
“Do you really think so?”
Yoon Joo-ho, who had been leaning his head against the headrest, turned towards Song Hyun-soo and took off his sunglasses.
Song Hyun-soo nodded.
“Even when the day comes when I can buy cars like this with my own money, the one you bought is unique in the world, isn’t it?”
“…”
“I just suddenly thought of that.”
Cheonmasan Mountain was visible far ahead. Even though they hadn’t completely left Seoul yet, if they glanced slightly to the side, everything around them was green.
“Shall I tell you my truth too?”
Song Hyun-soo glanced at Yoon Joo-ho beside him, a shadow crossing his face.
“What is it? Is there another huge secret left?”
Yoon Joo-ho continued, his face holding a light smile.
“You might not have been the first.”
“We’ve been over this. It’s okay if you weren’t the first. You weren’t my first either.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s eyebrows twitched, and his cheek spasmed. He looked like he was in pain. He nodded and reached out to stroke the back of Song Hyun-soo’s head.
“Yes, let’s not talk about that now.”
He was clearly jealous. But he was holding back because, even he thought, it wasn’t a situation to be jealous about. He had learned to control himself too. Good boy.
“Instead, I’ll give you something better.”
“What is it?”
“My last.”
“…”
He almost lost his grip on the steering wheel.
Yoon Joo-ho gently covered the back of Song Hyun-soo’s right hand on the steering wheel with his left hand. Then, in that voice Song Hyun-soo loved, he emphasized it once more.
“You will be my last.”
Song Hyun-soo bit his lower lip and tried to compose himself for a while.
Why are you saying this while driving, it’s dangerous. You’re a truly dangerous man. Instead of dismissing it with a joke, he decided to convey his true feelings.
Nodding while keeping his eyes on the road ahead, he replied, “That’s all I need. The last is a hundred times better than the first.”
“And fortunately, I still have a ‘first’ left to give you.”
Yoon Joo-ho didn’t seem to realize it, but.
Song Hyun-soo had already experienced many of Yoon Joo-ho’s firsts.
He was the first actor Yoon Joo-ho had directly contracted with, and the only person he had slept with in Yoon Joo-ho’s bedroom.
He was his first boyfriend, the only person he had been asked to live with, and perhaps… the only one he had acknowledged his love for, risking danger in front of his greatest enemy.
“There’s one thing I’ve never said to anyone before.”
San, who had been standing far away, was now a few strides closer. The sparkling ripples on the Han River were breathtakingly beautiful.
Yoon Joo-ho’s arm came around and embraced his neck.
“I love you.”
“…”
“I love you, Hyun-soo.”
He knew he was ready to write the ending of the scenario together. The story would continue even after the end credits rolled.
Above the past each had endured, the future they chose together dissolves. Camera tilts up and zooms out.
End