By Zephyria 
“This is simply how we live. Think of it as a survival instinct, similar to breathing to stay alive.”
Hearing those words made Yeon-rok feel considerably less embarrassed. Yeom Cheon-ho reached out with his large hand and cupped Yeon-rok’s cheek. It was cool and cold.
“Right now, Yeon-rok-ssi, you are saving my life….”
As if telling him to push him away whenever he wanted, he slowly leaned in. He pressed his lips against the lips that were breathing. He pulled away for a moment to check the other’s reaction, then pressed them together again. Chu, chu… The sound was so soft it made his ears tingle.
“Do you dislike it when I do this?”
“……No, I don’t.”
Yeon-rok answered softly, barely holding his breath because he was so conscious of his own respiration. The hand resting on the duvet curled tightly. Sweat began to seep into his palm.
“Good. Then, next.”
Yeom Cheon-ho’s hand slid under Yeon-rok’s armpit. Despite his poor physical condition, he didn’t seem to find it difficult as he lifted him up effortlessly and placed him on his thighs. Yeon-rok, lifted so lightly without any resistance, widened his eyes in surprise. Yeom Cheon-ho slowly stroked Yeon-rok’s back.
“Relax a bit more. I absolutely will not go all the way to the end.”
Hearing that certainly put his mind at ease, and he took a small, deep breath. With a harmless and relaxed smile, Yeom Cheon-ho guided Yeon-rok’s hand toward his own body.
“Now, first…. Anywhere is fine, so touch wherever you want to touch.”
After placing the other’s hand on his shoulder, Yeom Cheon-ho waited quietly. Licking his lips slightly, Yeon-rok tentatively moved his hand. They were both still wearing their gowns. Since touching over the fabric would be useless, he cautiously touched the nape of the neck just a little.
With a thin smile, Yeom Cheon-ho untied the waist string. The gown slid down from his shoulders, revealing his upper body. Yeon-rok couldn’t help but admire him. While Choi Hwan also had a well-maintained body, Yeom Cheon-ho felt as though he were naturally gifted. The muscles of his upper body, still damp from the bath, looked exceptionally toned.
“Your chest is….”
Yeon-rok panicked after speaking without thinking. What should he say? It’s big? You’ve maintained it well? The shape is good? No matter what he said, it felt like harassment.
“It’s… impressive. I mean, the muscles. Um, do you… exercise…?”
Stuttering, he pressed the thick, elastic pectorals very lightly with his fingertips. His cheeks, already flushed, turned a deeper shade of red. With a smiling face, Yeom Cheon-ho accepted the fragmented words.
“Yes. I work out hard every day. I’ve trained my abs quite a bit as well; would you like to touch them?”
The gown opened more loosely, revealing down to his lower abdomen. The line extending from his Adam’s apple downward was beautifully curved and rugged. Yeon-rok slowly lowered his hand. Even though the other man didn’t seem to be flexing, his abs were prominent. As Yeom Cheon-ho looked down and let out a shallow breath, Yeon-rok felt a strange sensation. Just as he was sliding his hand down, Yeon-rok snapped back to his senses.
‘His body is still cold….’
He must have bathed in hot water, yet his body temperature was this cool. There were dark shadows under his eyes, and cold sweat clung to the nape of the neck he had touched earlier. Summoning more courage, Yeon-rok parted the other’s gown further. Then, the black member beneath was revealed. It was a part that existed on his own body as well, but the sight was so shocking that he froze, unable to do anything. After waiting a moment, Yeom Cheon-ho asked slowly.
“May I help you?”
Yeon-rok nodded with desperate intensity. Even this kind of simulated sexual act was a first experience for him, and because the partner was particularly daunting, he kept fumbling. Yeom Cheon-ho let out a small laugh and stretched his body leanly to the side.
“Shall I dim the lights? It’s too bright since the sun hasn’t set yet.”
With a few presses of a button, blackout curtains descended, blocking the sunset outside. Then, the bedroom lights dimmed, making the room dark. However, it was still bright enough to distinguish each other’s expressions. Lacking the confidence to look down as he had before, Yeon-rok stared only at the other’s chapped lips.
Yeom Cheon-ho’s hand, which had been wrapping around his waist, moved. He stripped off their gowns one by one, and the sound of the fabric rubbing felt exceptionally loud. A cool palm slowly stroked down Yeon-rok’s stiff back. Once his hunched shoulders finally dropped to their normal position, Yeom Cheon-ho spoke tenderly.
“Would you like to wrap your arms around my neck? Or you can just lean on me comfortably.”
Ah! That’s right. If they hugged while naked, the surface area of skin touching would be wider than before, so it would definitely be better. Thinking this part was a bit easier, Yeon-rok quickly wrapped his arms around Yeom Cheon-ho’s neck. He felt as though he were helping a victim of hypothermia. He hugged him tightly, making sure the name on his chest touched the other’s skin, and looked up.
“Like this?”
As their eyes met, a hint of a smile appeared in Yeom Cheon-ho’s gaze. Seeing that the man seemed to find him quite cute, Yeon-rok became a bit bewildered.
“Yes, well done. From now on, tell me whenever you dislike something.”
It was the moment Yeon-rok was about to say that this much was no big deal. The hand that had been stroking his back moved to his side. At a subtle speed, as if teasing him, it slowly descended and touched his thigh. Then, at an even slower pace, it moved toward the inner thigh.
The gown, which had slid down to the waist, no longer functioned as clothing. With nothing covering the front, every place touched was bare skin. The grip of the hands hugging Yeom Cheon-ho tightened.
Cold fingertips delicately rubbed the pubic bone. It was a touch that merely caressed the base, almost touching the penis. Despite that, blood began to rush between his legs in an instant. Then, it raced fiercely toward his heart and face.
Though deeply agitated, Yeon-rok did not say he disliked it. He didn’t dislike it. Even though it was a body of the same gender, far from feeling repulsion, he was busy trying to stop himself from becoming aroused too quickly. He was on edge, half anxious about what would happen if the other’s hand touched his genitals, and half expectant, hoping it would.
Finally, Yeom Cheon-ho’s hand touched his penis. Long, thick fingers slowly climbed up from the base to caress the glans. That sensation was so shocking. After the other man touched him softly a few times, he became fully erect from that alone.
“……!”
A ragged breath escaped him. In that moment, Yeon-rok experienced for the first time what true ‘contact’ was. The positive chemical reaction that occurs during sexual arousal. But that alone could not explain it. It was a communion that was difficult to describe in words.
And for the first time, he realized. That he could never have this experience with anyone else. That the man before him was truly his name partner.
“Mm….”
Yeom Cheon-ho groaned softly. It was clear that he was experiencing what Yeon-rok was feeling. The eyes that had been closely observing the other’s reaction softened. One corner of his mouth slowly curled upward.
“This is really… wonderful.”
Soon, an unfamiliar sensation touched his thigh and lower abdomen. Looking down instinctively, Yeon-rok gasped. His mouth fell open in shock.
He knew well that Yeom Cheon-ho’s body was large. But he wasn’t just large. Everything was large. I mean, everything… especially that part.
The other’s erect member was almost frighteningly large. It wasn’t that he disliked it or found it repulsive. Rather, it was the shock coming from the gap between the gentlemanly, modest image he usually projected and the fact that he carried such a thing.
As Yeon-rok’s gaze landed on it, the menacing penis, with veins bulging unevenly, twitched slowly once. The member, which was thicker in the shaft and glans than at the base, was hot, unlike his cool body.
Yeon-rok’s shocked mind soon melted away. It was because the hand gripping his own began to move. Slide, slide, slide… The hand moved up and down. The motion of gripping up to the reddened glans and then pulling down firmly to the base repeated. A pleasant shiver ran down his spine.
“Ah, ah….”
Moans leaked out involuntarily. The pleasure blooming from someone else’s hand was incomparably better than masturbation. It was so sweet that he forgot his feelings of shame. As he kept arching his hips in longing, Yeom Cheon-ho suddenly asked.
“Yeon-rok-ssi.”
Lifting his face, which had been buried deep in the other’s shoulder, he saw that Yeom Cheon-ho also had a gaze intoxicated by pleasure, just like him. Meeting those eyes made his pulse race even faster. Yeom Cheon-ho then asked a somewhat incomprehensible question.
“Do you prefer it slow and steady, or do you prefer it fast and repeated many times?”
A few seconds later, once he realized what the question meant, Yeon-rok’s face burned. His fingers curled anxiously. As someone who had lacked composure until now, he was slightly more drawn to the former. Yeom Cheon-ho’s eyes followed the movement of the red tongue licking the lips unconsciously. Missing the hand that had momentarily stopped, Yeon-rok quickly gave his answer.
“Slowly… and steady.”