By Zephyria “You talk like it’s a sport.”
Even though his lower body was already half-melted by his lewd whisper, Song Hyun-soo reacted as calmly as possible, pretending not to be.
“We agreed not to insert it. Something that big won’t go in without preparation.”
Inside the robe’s opening, Yoon Joo-ho repeatedly stroked Song Hyun-soo’s nipple with his thumb.
“It’s attached to me. Don’t I know it?”
“If you know, then why… Hhng.”
Song Hyun-soo, who had endured the nipple attack, grimaced intensely for a moment. Yoon Joo-ho’s other hand slipped under the robe and stroked his thigh upwards.
Yoon Joo-ho whispered, rubbing his lips against my earlobe.
“Even if I’m a bit of a son of a bitch, I’m not a total motherfucker.”
Hearing the curses in his favorite voice made even “son of a bitch” and “motherfucker” sound sweet, and I kept hunching my shoulders. As if I’d caught some kind of disease.
Yoon Joo-ho lifted the hem of my robe and traced his hand up my thigh, then slid it from behind to the front, between my legs.
“You know where to go, right?”
“…”
I nodded.
“Did you do that with that hyung too?”
“Ah, come on!”
I thought he was smirking. He wasn’t. When I turned back, annoyed, Yoon Joo-ho’s gaze was serious. I knew he wasn’t just joking.
“You must have… done all sorts of things too.”
As I mumbled it like a thought, Yoon Joo-ho smiled silently, without baring his teeth. He rubbed the back of his neck. It was a shy, boyish smile, like a kid embarrassed after confessing. Shouldn’t someone who wants to shove their dick between someone else’s thighs and thrust their hips be smiling differently? So clear and pure.
“I wasn’t complimenting you, you know?”
Reaching out, he pulled Song Hyun-soo’s shoulder. I stumbled and fell into his embrace. He held me tight, then lowered his gaze, his eyelids heavy.
“I’ll set the mood this time. Will that do?”
While holding my waist, he kissed my brow. His lips slid up my nose and settled on my upper lip. Even then, he didn’t use his tongue for a while, just rubbed the surface of my lips.
Is this his way of setting the mood? Thinking that, I found myself liking it. For a debauched man who would climb onto someone else’s chest and shove his glans into their mouth, he was clumsy at this.
“Mmm, mm.”
I wrapped my arms around Yoon Joo-ho’s back and accepted his kiss. I parted my lips first and licked his. The playful kiss ended quickly. Our tongues brushed outside our lips, and the intensity of his sucking deepened. Yoon Joo-ho, who had been gripping and squeezing my hips over my robe, suddenly tightened his grip and lifted me. Then he tossed me onto the bed.
Yoon Joo-ho scrambled onto the bed right behind me, pulled my waist tie loose, and I flipped over.
As soon as I was on all fours, Yoon Joo-ho pressed himself against my ass. He rolled up my robe to my lower back and slid his penis between my thighs.
The feeling of his thick, slick, wet penis pushing its way between my legs.
“Mmm…”
Moaning with my lips pressed tight, Song Hyun-soo hugged the large, soft pillow in front of him. Burying my face, I squeezed my thighs tighter. As our legs clamped together, Yoon Joo-ho’s cock began to slowly slide in and out. Each time he pulled back and then thrust deep, his glans pushed against my testicles, nudging them and brushing against my penis. Damn, how long was it?
As the glans swelled, its outline became more pronounced, and each time it slid out, I felt a vivid scraping sensation on my skin. That stiff resistance kept reminding me of the feeling of penetration. Each time, my ass involuntarily tensed.
Before I could even think that Yoon Joo-ho might be looking at my twitching anus, his finger began to rub over it.
“What are you doing…!”
Yoon Joo-ho pressed down on Song Hyun-soo’s back as he tried to sit up.
“It’s just my finger, calm down.”
“I don’t like pain!”
“Don’t worry. It’s wet.”
Wet? How could a man’s anus be wet…
His finger, which had been circling the tightly closed opening, pushed in with a firm pressure. There was resistance, but it definitely didn’t hurt.
“You leaked a lot earlier.”
The mixture of pre-ejaculate and semen, Yoon Joo-ho’s saliva, was a mysterious fluid that was being pushed into the opening, acting as a lubricant. His finger began to move in and out of my anus, which was fully exposed to him.
As his penis became fully erect, Yoon Joo-ho began to thrust his hips without hesitation. Slap, slap, slap. The force of his pelvis hitting my buttocks was immense. He had said his hips were itching, and now he intended to kill me with that same hip strength.
“Ugh, ugh. Hng.”
Clutching the pillow tightly, Song Hyun-soo had to hold on to avoid collapsing.
The copious fluid that flowed from Yoon Joo-ho’s penis soaked my entire crotch. Because of it, a lewd friction sound, as if we were having intercourse, arose between my legs. Squish, squish, squish. My wet groin and Yoon Joo-ho’s penis stuck together stickily.
Yoon Joo-ho’s thrusts, which seemed to make every joint in my body resonate, made my mind feel completely jumbled.
“J-Jee, Ji! It really feels… like it’s going in… Hng!”
With his fingers probing inside me in rhythm with his thrusts, the sensation of being truly violated sent a shiver down my spine.
Fingers moving in and out of my anus, his cock sliding in and out between my legs, my whole body shaking with his powerful thrusts…
This was practically sex. This was no longer just foreplay. It was no different from doggy-style sex.
Song Hyun-soo reached a hand back and waved it in the air.
“Ah, ha! Hng. I-I think I’m going to… S- Senior, wait. Finger. The finger.”
But his hand grasped nothing but air. Yoon Joo-ho didn’t lessen his thrusting force or slow his pace. Of course, he didn’t remove the finger probing inside me either.
Song Hyun-soo used his hand, which had been waving in the air, to grab his own penis, which was shaking as if it would fall off. Then he stroked it down as much as he wanted.
“Haak, hng! Ugh. Ah, ah!”
Even after Song Hyun-soo ejaculated a second time onto the sheets, Yoon Joo-ho held onto my heaving body, thrusting harder before reaching his own climax. He slowly pulled his finger out of my anus, which he had been vigorously probing, and then pressed Song Hyun-soo’s weakened thighs together from both sides. Creating pressure like that, he slowly withdrew his penis, which had just ejaculated between my legs.
Only then could Song Hyun-soo let his entire body go limp and collapse.
“Be honest. It wasn’t just one finger, was it?”
I asked, looking up at Yoon Joo-ho from my prone position. Yoon Joo-ho, who was pulling at the hem of my robe to wipe the fluid smeared on my ass, gave a sly smile. Then he held up two fingers in a V.
Song Hyun-soo sat up and threw a pillow at Yoon Joo-ho’s face. A full swing. Yoon Joo-ho raised his arm to block his face in a high guard stance and laughed, his shoulders shaking.
I liked his laughter as much as I liked sex with him.
If all I wanted was his body, I wouldn’t feel this way.
As my mind cleared a little, my throat felt parched. I licked my dry lips, but it felt like there wasn’t even enough saliva to swallow.
Yoon Joo-ho put down the pillow and asked as he got off the bed.
“Water? Beer?”
“Uh… water.”
Watching his sleek back as he left the bedroom, I called out to him.
“Senior, can I borrow a cigarette?””
Yoon Joo-ho turned halfway around and gestured towards the nightstand. As if I could smoke as much as I wanted.
I sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.
When Yoon Joo-ho said he had wanted someone and had been rejected, why was I so shocked?
When he said he only slept with superstars to avoid scandals, why was I disappointed?
When I realized he wanted to sleep with me even though I wasn’t a superstar, why was I so happy, feeling like I was being treated specially?
Looking back now, there were more than a few things that made sense.
But even being special, in the end, I was just a bed partner.
After overcoming the wall of being a superstar, there was the wall of being a man behind it. Why did my feet feel like they were shaking when he said he only slept with men? Now I knew why.
I had never dated a man, nor had I ever thought of one as a romantic partner. Was that why it took me so long to realize?
“Ah… you crazy bastard.”
Song Hyun-soo rubbed his face vigorously.
Yoon Joo-ho. Yoon Joo-ho.
The thought of him being an unattainable tree, a rooster on the roof, made me let out a helpless chuckle.
“Did you like it that much?”
“……”
Yoon Joo-ho, who had just entered the bedroom, chuckled. He was wearing a white, fluffy bathrobe and holding two bottles of water in one hand.
“Did you like it enough to laugh to yourself?”
“Don’t you know what a nervous laugh is?”
Taking the water Yoon Joo-ho handed me, Song Hyun-soo fumbled with his disheveled robe and covered himself.
Sitting side-by-side on the edge of the bed, we emptied more than half the bottles of water in one go. Bringing the filter of the still-burning cigarette to my lips, Song Hyun-soo asked.
“How did your unrequited love end, senior?””
“…What?”
Yoon Joo-ho, who was about to take another drink of water, paused and looked at me.
“What love?”
“Unrequited love. You said you were rejected.”
“I said I had the experience of being rejected, not that it was unrequited love. Why do you keep defining my experiences for me?”
“Either way, you liked them alone, so it was unrequited love, right?”
Yoon Joo-ho snorted as he brought the water bottle back to his lips.
“If you lay eggs, are you a bird? If it’s not day, is it night? There’s dawn, and there’s evening, you know?”
“Then what is unrequited love in your opinion?”
Uncharacteristically, Yoon Joo-ho seemed to ponder his answer. He rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought, and then quietly replied, rustling the water bottle in his hand.
“It’s when you know you’re just loving them alone, but you still want their heart and keep lingering by their side.”
“So you weren’t like that?”
“Because I realized at the end that this feeling itself was love.”
“Ah…”
It ended the moment I realized I loved him. That’s why he said he never had unrequited love.
Yoon Joo-ho put down his water bottle and took Song Hyun-soo’s half-smoked cigarette. Then he leaned back, resting his hand on the mattress, and took a drag from the filter. Song Hyun-soo turned his head and gazed at Yoon Joo-ho.
In that sense, maybe I was lucky. At least I realized it while he was right beside me.
Who was it? Who would reject someone like this?
“What kind of person were they?”
Yoon Joo-ho, who had been exhaling smoke playfully towards the ceiling, moved only his eyes to look at Song Hyun-soo.