By Zephyria 
As soon as they stepped inside the hotel room, before the door could even close completely, they pounced on each other. Thud. Yoon Joo-ho roughly shoved Song Hyun-soo against the hallway wall.
“Ugh!”
Their lips crashed together, mashed and bruised. Their hands, frantic as if searching for something, groped, clutched, and scratched at each other’s bodies. Outerwear, held and then discarded, rolled across the floor.
Yoon Joo-ho seemed intent on tearing Song Hyun-soo’s lips to shreds. Scraping with his upper teeth, gnawing and biting, then suddenly thrusting his tongue in to rampage around his mouth, he was like a novice who hadn’t properly learned to kiss but was only crudely excited.
Song Hyun-soo slid his hand over Yoon Joo-ho’s crotch. It was swollen enough to be clearly felt even through the fabric. The bulging volume filling his palm sent a jolt through his body. Because he knew what would happen when that entered him.
“How long has it been like this?”
“You?”
“Hngh!”
Yoon Joo-ho, who had been kneading Song Hyun-soo’s chest under his sweatshirt, abruptly changed direction and plunged his hand straight into his jeans. The penis caught by Yoon Joo-ho’s hand inside his underwear was not exactly soft.
Song Hyun-soo twisted his hips, caressing the back of Yoon Joo-ho’s neck.
“In the car… when you, sunbae, put your arm… around my waist… Since then. What about you?”
“At the restaurant.”
“Really?”
Yoon Joo-ho, surprised, wrapped his hands around Song Hyun-soo’s legs and lifted him up to his waist. Kissing his exposed neck, stroking his buttocks broadly, he grunted and lifted him with a burst of strength.
The next moment, Song Hyun-soo’s feet were in the air, looking down at Yoon Joo-ho’s face.
Yoon Joo-ho carried Song Hyun-soo straight into the bedroom. Song Hyun-soo felt a laugh bubbling up. He wrapped his legs around his waist, hugged his neck, and giggled with his head buried.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Just because.”
“You’re laughing, not knowing what’s about to happen to you?”
Passing through the living room and down another hallway, Yoon Joo-ho arrived at a deep bedroom. Song Hyun-soo raised his head and looked down at Yoon Joo-ho’s face, still smiling.
“It doesn’t suit you, carrying me like this.”
“Ah… I’m not romantic?”
Yoon Joo-ho frowned, distorting his cleanly drawn eyebrows.
“Yoon Joo-ho is a trash boyfriend?”
“What, you’re exaggerating again…!”
Song Hyun-soo, about to protest, was thrown onto the pristine white bed. He was thrown hard enough that his body bounced up from the impact. This was the Yoon Joo-ho he knew.
He crawled onto the bed and immediately straddled Song Hyun-soo. Grabbing both wrists and pinning them to the sheets, he leaned down and grinned. His face was full of satisfaction at finally having his prey in his grasp.
Stroking the inside of his wrists with his thumb, he rubbed his bulging penis against Song Hyun-soo’s crotch.
“Shall we use that?”
An oddly curious, ominous expression.
That?
Song Hyun-soo, not understanding what he was talking about, frowned the next moment.
“Don’t tell me… you brought it?”
“It’s a gift. Ignoring it would be disrespectful.”
He was talking about the ‘gift’ Seohae had given him.
To be honest, Song Hyun-soo wasn’t entirely uninterested. They weren’t serious tools, just toys. Sex with him had never been boring, and he didn’t think it ever would be, but if it was just a little stimulation as a souvenir…
Leaning in closer, Yoon Joo-ho whispered into Song Hyun-soo’s ear.
“Show me what you look like in that lingerie.”
The warm, wet tongue tickling his ear made Song Hyun-soo lift his chin and shake his head. Yoon Joo-ho sucked on his earlobe this time, pleading.
“I want to see.”
“L-Let me get ready by myself, then.”
Yoon Joo-ho immediately wrinkled his nose.
“I was going to do it for you.”
He had intended to exhaust Song Hyun-soo from the bathroom. There was nothing more fantastic than entering Song Hyun-soo’s body, completely melted from over an hour of foreplay.
“When you help me get ready, you’re too persistent, sunbae.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“I’m already tired by the time we get to the main event.”
That’s what’s good about it.
While Yoon Joo-ho was hesitating, Song Hyun-soo wrapped his arms around his neck. Relying on Yoon Joo-ho’s hands to support him, Song Hyun-soo raised himself up and kissed the tip of his sharp nose.
“If you want a reward, you have to know how to wait.”
“……”
“Can you wait?”
“When did you learn to be so captivating…”
He knew he was trying to captivate him, but he was still captivated. Yoon Joo-ho, staring blankly at Song Hyun-soo’s retreating figure as he grinned and disappeared into the bathroom, scratched the back of his neck and muttered. I’ve become an idiot too.
When Song Hyun-soo returned from the bathroom, ready, Yoon Joo-ho was sitting on the bedroom sofa in a gown, drinking champagne. On the bed were a conspicuous pink Handcuffs and Blindfold, a pink Feathered stick, and several tubes of Lubricant. Song Hyun-soo swallowed hard, sensing a long night ahead.
The bedroom, lit only by a lamp next to the sofa, was suitably dim.
The Eiffel Tower shone through the gap in the curtains, which were only a third of the way open.
Yoon Joo-ho looked at Song Hyun-soo as he sat down. It was an unbearably heavy gaze. Song Hyun-soo walked towards him as if drawn by a magnet.
Yoon Joo-ho looked up at Song Hyun-soo standing before him.
Wet hair and a pleasant scent, cheeks flushed from spending a long time in the bathroom. Everything about him seemed to say he was ready for sex, and it was already driving Yoon Joo-ho wild.
Fiddling with the belt of the gown in front of him, Yoon Joo-ho said in a dissatisfied tone.
“That took longer than usual.”
“Can’t you even wait that long?”
“I almost jumped in and pounced on you.”
Teasingly tugging at the belt, Yoon Joo-ho suddenly pulled it open with force.
Pulling open Song Hyun-soo’s gown belt was one of Yoon Joo-ho’s favorite moments in the process of sex. Even though he knew what was inside, it gave him the feeling of receiving a gift every time.
“Hmm…”
This time, he rubbed his mouth with his right hand and let out a groan that seemed to drag along the floor.
Inside the gown, Song Hyun-soo was naked except for a Jockstrap.
A fairly radical design for a Jockstrap, with the penis and testicles barely squeezed into a small piece of fabric, and everything else made of straps.
Yoon Joo-ho’s face, his brow furrowed and his gaze fixed on one spot, was almost serious.
“This is blatantly for that purpose.”
“I wore it for you, and that’s your reaction?”
Yoon Joo-ho strongly grabbed Song Hyun-soo’s wrist as he tried to gather the gown back together.
“Wait. I’m still processing the shock.”
“What shock?”
Slipping a hand back inside the gown he had forcibly opened, stroking Song Hyun-soo’s firm side, Yoon Joo-ho couldn’t take his eyes off the visceral sight before him. He slowly shook his head as if in disbelief.
“This kind of blatant thing. I never thought it was sexy, not my taste at all. The shock of being turned on by it.”
Song Hyun-soo stroked Yoon Joo-ho’s damp hair.
“I told you. I’m beyond your taste.”
The handsome face looking down at Yoon Joo-ho with a grin looked younger than his actual age.
Full of uninhibited youth in Song Hyun-soo’s eyes and body, capable of doing anything, of throwing everything else away for the one thing he desperately wanted… something that could not be bound by money, fame, or power.
Yoon Joo-ho himself was young enough. But his entire life had been bound by the compulsion to be more perfect, to aim higher. He had never possessed that kind of boldness that he felt from Song Hyun-soo. Maybe that was why he was so captivated.