By Zephyria 
“Hng, ah….”
I kissed Cha Min-gyu.
The lingering sensation of invasion inside my mouth, the dampness of my lips, my ragged breathing, and Min-gyu’s shadow, barely a finger’s width away, all bore witness to it.
In the unlit room, Min-gyu’s features weren’t clearly visible. Instead, the hot breath and heat pouring down from above were more vivid. Beads of sweat had already formed across my body, despite having showered before bed.
Perhaps he had been waiting for me to catch my breath, because as soon as I found my composure, our lips met again. Cha Min-gyu was like a pitch-black fire. The heat hidden within the shadows swallowed Yi-ho whole, invading from the lips deep into the interior.
“Hup…!”
My body, which had been sitting awkwardly, tilted backward. Even when my head hit the pillow, our lips didn’t part. The summer duvet shifted beneath us in the humid air.
As Min-gyu completely covered me, the scents clinging to his suit drifted over. The smell of alcohol, the smell of rain, and a faint trace of perfume….
My mental perception was far slower than the onslaught of senses. My hand reached out fumbling and gripped his clothes tightly.
“Good. Hold on tight.”
In this unfamiliar situation, the voice whispering against my lips was chillingly familiar. Our rising and falling chests were pressed completely together, sharing a heartbeat that I couldn’t tell belonged to whom.
The dark ceiling became a sea of time, pouring down like a tidal wave. Contained within it were all the memories of us together—as high schoolers, college students, and newcomers to society.
I felt dizzy, as if standing atop a clock running backward. After the euphoria of the moment I had long yearned for, a sudden fear struck. It was an anxiety over whether it was okay for the axis of the relationship we had built so solidly to tilt into an unknown territory.
The crack that had formed after Yi-ho’s confession accelerated as Min-gyu pushed forward with him. The two of them overlapped their bodies in a posture that had never existed in fifteen years of friendship, their mouths moving as if devouring the version of themselves engraved within the other. Even in the low nasal sounds and the wet noises of stirring saliva, a familiar voice was melted in. The time that needed to be shaken was greater than the capacity of my breath, and so, while confusion still remained, our lips finally parted.
A large body shifted very close to me. It was so hot that steam felt as if it would condense on my face.
Without a moment to escape the heat, I felt a hot palm cup my cheek. When I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them, Min-gyu’s features, which had been blurred in the darkness, became slightly more visible. His pitch-black fire finally enveloped all of Yi-ho.
“…It’s hot.”
The voice that leaked out like a sigh was full of vibration.
“I know.”
“…….”
“They say the rainy season ends tomorrow and the heatwave begins.”
The silhouette answered lowly by my ear. Exchanging small voices made me feel a sense of immorality, as if we were hiding and doing something wicked. He was exactly the kind of person to make me feel that way….
Even in the dark, Yi-ho turned his head to the side to avoid the gaze piercing through him.
“Go… back a bit.”
“Why?”
“…It feels strange.”
“Ah, did you get turned on while kissing?”
“…….”
I had been trying to hide it by tensing my knees and thighs, but I had been caught. Min-gyu scattered Yi-ho’s guarded atmosphere with a laugh.
“Why? It doesn’t matter now. I know you like it.”
Below Yi-ho’s navel, where sexual arousal had begun to pool, he was slightly erect. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness, and it was a change that would be plainly visible through thin summer shorts.
“It’s just because I didn’t know we’d go this far.”
“This far?”
A question came back with a slightly indignant tone.
“We haven’t even started. If we’re just pecking, then our Song-i’s dating life is a bit platonic.”
“…….”
“Now, should I show you what I want to do with you?”
Despite saying he would show me, Min-gyu only stroked Yi-ho’s cheek very slowly with his palm. His extended thumb traced the corners of my eyes, the bridge of my nose, and my wet lips. Even though the movement showed almost no erotic intent, my calmed breath began to tremble again.
“What do you want to do…?”
Yi-ho asked in a voice that sounded nervous even to himself. It wasn’t solely because of the fear of the unknown.
In one part of my heart, there was a clear thrill that I had reached this situation with Min-gyu. It was just accompanied by far too many complex emotions. At Yi-ho’s question, Min-gyu let out a short hum in his throat and spoke.
“Should I tell you, or not?”
“…What?”
“Actually, I’m not going to tell you; I’m just going to do it.”
Soon, Min-gyu’s forehead bumped against mine, carrying a laugh.
“Song-i, you need to have your thoughts taken away for a bit.”
The voice speaking these cryptic words grew close to my ear again.
“Just watch. See what this bastard Cha Min-gyu wanted to do after realizing he liked his friend of fifteen years.”
Those lips soon bit my earlobe. Since he pressed with his lips, it didn’t hurt, but the sensation was strange. His mouth moved down, nibbling on my earlobe.
“Hih.”
Something soft and wet enveloped my earlobe, and the tip of his tongue pressed firmly into the center of the round flesh. Then, his feverish breath passed over the area covered by my side-hair and headed toward my cheek and jawline. My chest heaved as if a water balloon had replaced my heart. Exhaling hot breath due to the rising body temperature, Yi-ho let out a moan at the sudden stimulation.
“Ugh, hng…!”
Min-gyu pressed the protrusion of my chest through the t-shirt. The small nipple trapped under his thumb was bent upward and pressed even harder.
“It hurts, ugh…!”
“Oh dear.”
Pretending to be pitiful in a detestable way, Min-gyu this time flicked and rolled my chest.
“Hey…! Nng, why….”
“You walk around wearing a stretched-out shirt and exposing them, so I wondered if I could touch them.”
“Ah, ugh….”
Suddenly, Min-gyu let out a short breath.
“…You’re right. I had a vague awareness of it every time. What an idiot.”
The low, cracked voice muttered. Min-gyu rolled up the t-shirt Yi-ho was wearing. Just as I thought I felt a chill despite the heat, a tongue licked my nipple longly. The protrusion, hardened by the stimulation, caught on the soft tongue. Yi-ho lifted his head to look down at the embarrassing sight.
“What are you doing….”
“How does it feel?”
“When you were pressing it earlier… it hurt, and now it’s ticklish.”
“Which one is better?”
“How could there be a— ugh.”
Min-gyu lightly grazed my chest with his teeth and then let go.
“I asked because I can make it hurt with my mouth too.”
As if urging for an answer, my chest was repeatedly bitten and licked. Yi-ho answered with a slight frown.
“…Just, hng… the fact that you’re doing this is the most amazing thing, so it’s all similar.”
“Aha.”
Finally, Min-gyu swept the tip of his tongue over the erect protrusion and then sucked the skin of my chest right next to it before letting go. A slight stinging pain followed; there would definitely be a tooth mark. Min-gyu kissed the area below the nipple once more. His lips left a trail as they moved down toward my lower abdomen. The friction sounds—chu, chu—felt like the sound of a second hand on a broken clock, flowing very slowly. Now, everything further down was hidden inside the shorts, far too close to the erect penis. And Min-gyu’s fingertips were already hooked over the waistband of my pants.
“Cha Min-gyu, wait a second.”
I grabbed him urgently. Min-gyu didn’t pull his lips away from my stomach, only lifting his eyes.
“Wait. Is this… really what you want to do right now?”
Min-gyu understood the ambiguous words immediately.
“Ah…, you mean I’m only doing things that make you feel good just to seduce you, Song-i?”
Min-gyu pushed open my curled-in knees. As he settled himself between them, my legs naturally spread as wide as his torso.
Looking down at Yi-ho, who was stunned by the sudden posture, Min-gyu lowered his body. Min-gyu’s center pressed against Yi-ho’s groin. I could feel the volume of the pillar, its core standing hot. Yi-ho froze with wide eyes.
Below our line of sight, the silhouettes of the two men overlapped. Inside the evidence of arousal, blood was pulsing violently. In the same rhythm as the heartbeat currently echoing in Yi-ho’s head.
“What do you think?”
“…….”
Even if Min-gyu moved only slightly, the contours between our clothes rubbed together. It was a display that we were both feeling a sexual pleasure that one cannot feel for a mere friend.
That not only Song Yi-ho, but Cha Min-gyu as well, had gotten hard for Song Yi-ho.
My knees tried to curl back in, but Min-gyu’s pelvic bone held firm as if to say no way. Yi-ho grabbed Min-gyu’s shoulders. The texture of the damp summer jacket, the source of the rain smell, pressed into my palms.
“Ah, even if I push everything my way, it’s right to ask this one thing.”
Yi-ho felt as if he knew what Min-gyu’s question would be.
“Shall we have sex, Yi-ho?”
“…….”
He wasn’t simply talking about sexual desire. Min-gyu was saying he would become an accomplice in the act of ‘destroying fifteen years of friendship’ that Yi-ho had agonized over countless times. Very willingly.
While Yi-ho couldn’t bring himself to answer, Min-gyu leaned down, stroking Yi-ho’s cheek with one hand and kissing the other. It was an attitude as if he were handling something excessively precious, and even though my mind had gone blank, something surged within me.
It was this very tenderness that had made Yi-ho fall in love and had driven and encouraged him uncontrollably. Yi-ho gripped Min-gyu’s wrist tightly. Even knowing it might hurt the other, I felt as if I wouldn’t find the courage unless I held on this tightly.
“After we have sex, I’m going to expect a lot from you….”
Yi-ho’s long, one-sided love was compressed into that single sentence. Min-gyu answered while his wrist was still held.
“I guess we won’t be friends anymore.”
“…….”
Min-gyu brushed away the bangs from Yi-ho’s damp forehead.
“Still, tomorrow morning, I’m going to call you ‘Song-i’.”
“…….”
“And Song-i… will call me ‘Hey, Cha Min-gyu.’ …Ah, but let’s find something a bit more affectionate for that.”
Yi-ho couldn’t predict the place where the inertia of fifteen years had collapsed. That was beyond his capability.
But he could picture the scene Min-gyu was describing. Song-i, wake up. Eat your food. Hey, Cha Min-gyu. Why did you make so much this morning…. Such images were far too easy to imagine.
“…Will it really be okay?”
A voice devoid of its usual playfulness gave an immediate answer: “Yeah.”
“It’s okay. For me, for you, and for us.”
To think a single word could do this—at the word ‘us,’ the corners of my anxiety crumbled. It felt like an ice wall drenched in sunlight collapsing.
Min-gyu stole a loud kiss from Yi-ho’s lips. Then he lightly shook his wrist, which was still being held.
“Keep holding on tight just like that.”
He buried his lips into Yi-ho’s skin again. Once the anxiety was cleared, the sensations became clearer. When the large hand tried to strip Yi-ho’s pants again, Yi-ho lifted his hips slightly to help. Min-gyu laughed like a leaking valve.
“Song Yi-ho, you’re erotic.”
“You take yours off too.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Min-gyu unbuckled his belt with one hand, opened his pants, and pulled out his penis. The long pillar cast a shadow over Yi-ho’s lower abdomen.
Until high school, there were often times when we would shower and leave after boxing. Even then, I think I had thought that he lived up to his size.
“Whew….”
After stroking his liberated penis a couple of times, Min-gyu gripped both pillars—his and Yi-ho’s—at once.
“Nng…. Hng…!”
“Ah…, haa, this is the first time I’ve heard Song Yi-ho make a sound like that.”
Moans, lower and wetter than the excitement of intense exercise, mingled together.
Where Min-gyu’s hand moved, the penises rubbed hotly. Tension tightened all the way to my thighs and lower abdomen. The stimulation applied by the heat of Min-gyu’s penis and hand already made the tip of my penis dampen. As pre-cum smeared onto his palm, the sound of friction became even more embarrassing.
Yi-ho let go of the summer duvet he had been clutching and fumbled for the place where the penises were meeting. First, he caught Min-gyu’s thick glans. Even though I only gripped it lightly, he let out a moan and scratched the topper with the hand braced next to Yi-ho’s ear. Min-gyu and Yi-ho’s penises twitched almost simultaneously, and moisture was added to the accelerating sound of friction.
“Nng, …ugh, nng….”
“Haa, hoo….”
As the two penises swelled, Min-gyu’s grip stretched tight. While Min-gyu’s hand moved up and down stroking the pillars, Yi-ho stimulated them by gripping and releasing the two glans. Even now, my mind spun when I realized I was exposing my naked body and spreading my legs in front of Min-gyu. And then, all my thoughts were repeatedly swept away by the rushing excitement.
Breathing gradually became labored, and only formless moans filled the room. Not only was he gripping and shaking the penises, but Min-gyu’s hips also moved as if performing shallow insertions.
The hand that had been leisurely stimulating the two penises by pressing them together gradually sped up, squeezing out the excitement. With the rapid movement, his knuckles and the veins of the aroused penis rubbed together.
“Ah, too, fast…, ugh…!”
Even though it was the same stimulation, it was completely different from masturbating alone. Sight, sound, touch. The other person dominated all the senses.
The penis swelled to the point of aching, and the feeling of ejaculation rose almost to the limit. The man who completely covered Yi-ho was staring at him without fail throughout the entire process.
“Song Yi-ho, haa….”
“Hng, ugh, nng…!”
As if to make him feel exactly this situation—looking at a friend of fifteen years with lustful eyes and sobbing from sexual arousal—Yi-ho’s shoulders trembled shiveringly.
“Haa, ugh…, ha, nng…!”
My head shook, and my lower abdomen felt tight as if all the blood had rushed there. My spread thighs trembled with spasms. At some point, the pleasure crossed the line.
“Move, move away…. Hng.”
Yi-ho fumbled up Min-gyu’s wrist, which was braced on the mattress, and pushed his arm away. Out of Yi-ho’s sight, Min-gyu’s mouth tightened.
“I, I think I’m going to, ha, wait… move. Ugh….”
“…Aha. So that’s how it was.”
Warmth returned to his voice. Min-gyu pressed his lower body even closer to Yi-ho. While pressing the base of Yi-ho’s penis, he shook his hand even harder. Both of their hips bounced.
“Hng, ugh, ah, nng…, aaah…!”
The mouth that had been holding back the sound finally opened. A voice far more raw than usual for Song Yi-ho burst out.
The movement of shaking the penis induced the ejaculation to continue. Yi-ho’s shoulders curled up and trembled violently. After vibrating with moans for a long time, the tension released with a sobbing, trembling breath.
“Ha, Song Yi-ho, ugh….”
Min-gyu let go of Yi-ho’s penis, which had finished ejaculating, and pulled Yi-ho’s hand to make him grip his own penis. Then, while tightly enveloping Yi-ho’s hand, he shook his own penis. Yi-ho thought his hand, surrounded by heat from front and back, felt as if it would melt. Even though it was just stimulation touching his hand, his lower abdomen, which had just finished ejaculating, felt a chill.
“Song-i, ugh, haa, ….”
“…Hurry, just do it….”
“Whew…, if even those words sound erotic, I must really be losing my mind right now… ha….”
The movement of the hand went beyond urgency and became rough. Hot liquid clung to the hand.
“Song Yi-ho, ha, Song Yi-ho, Song Yi-ho….”
The thick penis swelled, adding to the heat. When Yi-ho applied strength to the aching grip, Min-gyu exhaled a hot breath. His hips moved violently, and the side of Yi-ho’s hand slapped against his lower abdomen.
“Kkh….”
Min-gyu ejaculated, suppressing a boiling moan inside his bitten mouth. The large shadow above Yi-ho moved up and down significantly. The hand captured by Min-gyu became completely wet.
“Haa, ha….”
Min-gyu overlapped their lips again. He kissed me as if swallowing every single breath, then swam slowly and languidly through every part of my mouth.
Things that weren’t felt before began to become distinct. Another person’s tongue and saliva tasted slightly of metal and were hot. The breath touching me closely, the heaving of the almost pressed chests—these made Yi-ho flounder even more in the heat.
Min-gyu brought his hand in front of Yi-ho’s chest. It was too dark to see well, but every time he rubbed, a wet sound occurred.
“I felt like I was going to die of sadness when the big mushrooms were oozing fluid, but the water coming out of the small mushrooms is so pretty.”
“…You said you weren’t drunk.”
“Yeah. I didn’t even have three glasses.”
That meant he was sober, and from Yi-ho’s perspective, the fact that he said such things while sober was even more terrifying.
As Yi-ho let out a sigh, Min-gyu approached his lips again. Driven by some impulse that bloomed while receiving the kiss, Yi-ho raised his hands and hugged his shoulders with both arms.
And he tried to pull Min-gyu toward him greedily. Until their chests met, and until he was at a distance where he could kiss Min-gyu himself.
After pressing his lips once, Min-gyu’s breath and chest vibrated softly. Then, Min-gyu pulled at Yi-ho’s lips, kissing them one by one like plucking pomegranate seeds.
A feeling of fullness washed over me, as if the inside of my chest had been filled without a single gap. It overflowed, coming up to my throat and pressing against it acridly.
“…….”
It felt as if Min-gyu’s face was visible more clearly than through dark adaptation. A sensation that couldn’t be explained by theory continued to create ripples inside.
Yi-ho’s two hands covered Min-gyu’s face and then pulled away. Despite the inexplicable action, Min-gyu remained still, letting him have his way with his face. Yi-ho touched his eyes, nose, and lips a few more times before speaking.
“Cha Min-gyu, move aside.”
“I don’t want to move….”
“…Then just stay there.”
While still overlapped with Min-gyu, Yi-ho pulled down his pants and underwear, which were awkwardly caught beneath his hips. Though it was stifling, it wasn’t to the point where he couldn’t move. Instead, it was Min-gyu who stood up with a surprised expression.
“Song-i….”
In that gap, Yi-ho slipped his pants and underwear off his ankles and pulled the t-shirt draped around his neck over his head, becoming completely naked.
Without a single thread of clothing on, he reached out and grabbed Min-gyu’s tie.
“…You said let’s have sex.”
“…….”
“If you try to end it with just this, I won’t let it slide….”
His words were bold, but his trembling fingertips couldn’t even undo a single knot properly. The fear, the dizziness, and yet the desperate longing contained in his actions laid bare the unrequited love Song Yi-ho had been harboring.
After watching him in silence for a moment, Min-gyu wrapped his arm around Yi-ho’s back and pulled him close. Then, he guided Yi-ho’s index finger into the gap of the fabric.
“Just pull there.”
As the tie slid down following the instruction, Min-gyu grabbed the back of Yi-ho’s head and kissed him.