By Zephyria 
Min-gyu had Yi-ho wrap his arms around his neck, just as before. Keeping their lips pressed together, he hurriedly unbuttoned Yi-ho’s shirt. As soon as he tossed the top aside, Min-gyu laid Yi-ho back down. His movements were urgent as he hungrily entered Yi-ho’s mouth.
As they touched, both of their genitals were burning hot. The atmosphere, which had softened for a moment, became taut once again.
Min-gyu’s hand gripped one side of Yi-ho’s buttock. His fingers traced down from the tailbone and found the crevice.
“Ah…”
The fingertip had only tugged slightly at the thin skin. Yet, Yi-ho’s shoulders stiffened at the unfamiliar sensation he was feeling for the first time in his life. He gripped the pillows beside his ears tightly.
Just as Min-gyu planted a kiss on his eyebrow, a fingertip pushed inside.
“Hng.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s just… tight…”
“Hmm…”
Then, Min-gyu let out a small “Ah” and reached over to open the desk drawer.
“Do you remember this?”
“…”
What Min-gyu pulled out were latex finger cots. The very things Yi-ho had once deeply misunderstood for condoms… and had thrown a fit over, claiming he was being wronged… Now, seeing them placed before him alongside his half-erect penis, he realized how absurd the misunderstanding had been. It was like saying one could pass a club through a ring.
Min-gyu put them on his fingers as intended. His index, middle, and ring fingers were encased in the thin, white rubber. Soon, he applied a generous amount of the hand cream that had been sitting on the desk. The scent that usually lingered on Min-gyu’s hands grew thick.
“Song-i had a good eye. These will end up acting as condoms.”
“That… ngh.”
The now much slicker fingertip pressed firmly into the center. Through the thin rubber membrane, the contour of Min-gyu’s finger was felt vividly, accompanied by a strange, squeaky sensation.
“Hit.”
Cream was squeezed between his legs. The embarrassing sound of slippery liquid rubbing against skin echoed from below. While the cleft of his buttocks grew drenched, Min-gyu simultaneously stroked Yi-ho’s penis upward. The unfamiliar sensation mingled with primal pleasure.
“Ugh, ngh…!”
“Relax. You’re hiding it so tightly. Just like a song-i mushroom.”
“It’s just… not very…”
A second finger invaded. The feeling of the slippery rubber was strange. Yi-ho’s cheeks trembled. He began to feel that it was too tight.
“Haa…”
“Does it hurt?”
Min-gyu kissed his kneecap. It wasn’t a simple kiss, but a lingering one that swept across the inside of his lips.
Furthermore, the movements to open him up were slow and gentle. Excessively tender… The image of Cha Min-gyu the sex partner, rather than Cha Min-gyu the friend, began to emerge. A feverish moan leaked from his lips.
“Hng!”
Yi-ho’s body convulsed when the two fingers poked the inner wall. The fingers spread, widening the interior. His buttocks tightened instinctively, pressing the inner wall further. At that sensation, Yi-ho writhed once more. His penis stiffened as evidence of his arousal.
“Song-i, have you ever done it this way before?”
“Ngh, what…?”
“I’m talking about masturbation.”
“…”
In a situation like this, silence is an affirmation. Min-gyu was always one step ahead in realizing that. Yi-ho belatedly tried to wave his hand and say no. But Min-gyu was already excited.
“Really?”
“…A long time ago, I was confused about whether I was gay or not…”
If I test it, I’ll get a result… It was a thought very typical of Song Yi-ho. Looking down at the bright red Yi-ho, Min-gyu moved his lips as if swallowing his words.
“Hng, ugh, ah…!”
The fingertips, which had been gently rubbing the inside, suddenly pushed deep within. The narrow interior tightened even harder in surprise. While this hindered the intrusion, it also clung tightly to the fingers as they withdrew. Yi-ho groaned in pain as the fingertips pressed against his sensitive spots.
“So, what was the result?”
“Ah, just, hng… it just felt weird, so I stopped…”
“Someone like Song Yi-ho just stopped after testing it once or twice?”
“Ngh, I did it twice, and since it wasn’t… ngh.”
“Were you thinking of me then?”
“…I only suspected I was gay because of you.”
Naturally, he couldn’t help but imagine… At the time, he had concluded that while he liked Min-gyu, he wasn’t the type to be aroused from behind.
“Then how about now?”
“Now, ugh, ngh…!”
Yi-ho couldn’t finish his sentence and swallowed a low moan. The fingers, which had been exchanging a few words, plunged to the root once again.
Min-gyu moved his fingers as if stirring the inside, then used the next finger to push the entrance open. From the third finger onward, the burden of the intrusion grew significantly. As he was forced wide open, Yi-ho’s two hands created deep wrinkles in the pillow. However, far from stopping Min-gyu, he forced himself to swallow even his pained moans.
Haa, ha… His chest rose and fell in a strained attempt to calm his trembling breath. The hole housing three fingers was already stretched precariously tight. Min-gyu tried to spread the gap between his fingers, but the resistance was considerable. Even stroking Yi-ho’s penis and pulling him in for a kiss didn’t have much effect.
“Song-i, I think you need to relax.”
“Ah, hng, I’m trying…”
“At this rate, I’m actually going to have to shove my cock into a finger cot, compress it tight, and force it in…”
Yi-ho’s crumpled face wavered, and then he burst into laughter.
“Pfft… hey, hng, Cha Min-gyu, ha… kh.”
His lower abdomen shook along with the leaking laughter. It was funny, but because the inside was being stimulated, he couldn’t laugh out loud—yet it was too funny a thing to hold back. In the process, the tension in his body eased.
“Damn it… weren’t we being a bit serious right now?”
Yi-ho’s hand weakly slapped Min-gyu’s thigh. Min-gyu, pretending to be hurt with an “Ouch, ouch,” moved the fingers inside again. With his stiff body relaxed, the movement was easier than before.
Yi-ho realized anew that he had been nervous. It seemed their mutual stiffness had been transmitted. Min-gyu pressed the third finger down and moved closer to Yi-ho.
“I guess being serious doesn’t suit us.”
And he planted several playful kisses around Yi-ho’s face. As if responding to the ticklishness, Yi-ho lifted one hand that had been tormenting the pillow and touched Min-gyu’s hair.
“Then while we’re at it, ngh, let’s just say, ha… you bastard. You’re too big. What are we going to do if you’re really that big…”
“Then is there such a thing as being fake-big? Ah… Song-i, still, ngh, you’ve seen me in my underwear or swimwear often.”
“Hng, ugh… you should have been a Head of section. Ngh, you’re a marketing Team leader…”
“Ah, you don’t realize that sometimes you have to win with truth and trust without any ‘exaggeration’ (Head of section).”
“…Anyway, damn… is it even possible for all of that to fit? I’m seriously shaking…”
“Were you? Should I really compress it tight and come back?”
“Ah, please stop saying that.”
Yi-ho groaned and laughed again, resting his hand on Min-gyu’s shoulder. Haa… With a long breath, he consciously relaxed his lower body. Min-gyu rubbed his lips against Yi-ho’s face enough to make him lose his focus while continuing to open him up. He panted at the ticklishness, the foreign sensation of being expanded, and the pleasure blooming in between.
“Hng, ugh…!”
Three fingers widened the central space, leaving the entrance wide open. Through the squelching fingers, the dark interior was visible. A hint of lust clouded Min-gyu’s gaze, which had been tenderly observing Yi-ho until now. Yi-ho, whose eyes were moist from the surge of strange sensations, failed to notice.
The fingers slid out from inside. Yi-ho, who had been trembling slightly in the aftermath, suddenly flinched.
Something far hotter than fingers touched him below. While locking eyes with Yi-ho, who looked tense again, Min-gyu gripped Yi-ho’s thighs and pulled his body close. Then, he used his teeth to pull off the latex cots remaining on his right hand, one by one.
“Hey, where did those just come out of that you’re taking out with your mouth…!”
Only Yi-ho was filled with horror; Min-gyu simply shrugged nonchalantly. He seemed to have no intention of letting go of the other hand gripping Yi-ho’s pelvis to keep his buttocks pressed against his penis.
The hand that had discarded the cots gripped his penis and tapped against the opening that was slightly pulsing, as if knocking. The abundant cream there made a small splashing sound.
“If it hurts, I’ll pull out…”
“Yeah, if you make it hurt, Song-i will be the one fucking next time.”
Yi-ho frowned as he looked at Min-gyu’s massive upper body. His face said that while he liked Min-gyu, that was not his preference.
“We’re even compatible in that regard.”
As the glans pushed inside, the innocent face was stained with passion. Sexual arousal, bewilderment, and a faint pleasure blooming amidst the pain.
“Haa, ah… ugh…”
Yi-ho squeezed his eyes shut. Even though it hadn’t been long since his inside was stirred by fingers, it felt tight. The one who felt it most was Yi-ho himself, hearing the sound of his interior being forced open in his head.
It hurt a little, but not enough to tell him to pull out. Rather, the feeling that it was Cha Min-gyu’s was stronger.
“Ha, ugh…”
Min-gyu, holding Yi-ho’s thighs, pressed his hips inward. The pressure below increased. The entrance widened, and the interior was forced open.
Not just the sexual sensation, but a greed that disregarded his body’s condition also grew. He wanted to have proper sex with Min-gyu… So, his hesitant lips opened.
“How much… is left?”
Min-gyu, glancing at their joined lower bodies, drew a vertical line next to Yi-ho’s belly button.
“This much.”
“…Why, why?”
“Hmm…”
Min-gyu couldn’t answer the question and let out a troubled laugh. Even that contained the strain of his penis being tightened at the top after a long breath.
But Yi-ho, who had asked assuming that more than half was already in, was also flustered. If that much more entered, it would reach his belly button, which the fingers had just brushed.
A shiver ran through his bare upper body. Min-gyu lifted Yi-ho’s calf, kissed it, and then squeezed all the remaining hand cream onto the junction.
“I’ll only do it until it doesn’t hurt.”
After rubbing the cream on both Yi-ho’s hole and his own penis, Min-gyu pushed inside again.
Pain, pleasure, and a slight sense of immorality resembling guilt. That was what sex with a friend who knew every detail of half their lives was like.
To ignore the last sensation, Yi-ho gripped his own thighs with both hands. As he gripped the bottom and pulled his hands upward, the gap between his buttocks widened. The entrance, which had felt tight enough to tear, calmed down slightly.
Thwack!
“Haa-ugh!”
At that moment, Min-gyu’s powerful thrust added to the force, forcing the inside open. The interior was silently crushed several more times.
“Ah, ah… haa.”
“Song-i, you’re really, ha, in trouble.”
“Ugh, ngh. What…”
“I guess I’m not as nice a bastard as I thought.”
Even as he moaned from the sensation pushing into him, Yi-ho countered.
“What. Hng, you’re, doing it well… ah.”
He couldn’t find the perfect expression, but the sex Min-gyu was having was closer to being very considerate of Yi-ho’s convenience.
“Ah, right. Fuck, I should be…”
Answering as if muttering, veins popped on the backs of Min-gyu’s hands as he gripped both thighs. It was around the time he had forced himself in to the limit the fingers had prepared. The insides of Yi-ho’s splayed thighs vibrated.
Min-gyu pulled his hips back and then plunged into the same spot.
“Haa!”
His lower body jolted, and Yi-ho lost his grip on his open buttocks. But there was no time to grab them again. Min-gyu repeatedly thrust upward, digging deep inside. His lost hands could do nothing more than clutch the blanket scattered beneath his buttocks.
Obscene, wet sounds echoed through the room. Along with Yi-ho’s frantic moans and Min-gyu’s grit-teethed groans.
“Hng, Cha Min-gyu, ah, ah…!”
Men have erogenous zones there too. The penis, filling the interior without a single gap as it pushed in, easily stimulated that spot. The soft mucosa was tormented by the protruding veins of the penis. He could feel the inner walls writhing as if they were undulating.
“Yi-ho, ha…”
After a long sigh, Min-gyu slightly increased the speed of his hips.
Only at times like this does he drop Song-i Song-i, Song-i, and Song-song and become just Yi-ho…
To be honest, it really did hurt… but it was also true that it felt good. The sexual desire he thought he was born without for 33 years was all right here.
Min-gyu, wiping the sweat from his chin with his arm, now braced the sides of Yi-ho’s head as he moved. A thick body scent wafted from his bare skin. Yi-ho had long since lost control of the sounds coming from his mouth, sobbing.
“Hng, ngh, ah… haa, ngh, hng.”
“Haa, …ugh, it’s too, tight. Ah, ha…”
The sensation of the penis sliding inside, and the sensation of being forced open and thrust upward. Not a single thing was unfamiliar, and not a single thing was unpleasant. His lower body burned as if it weren’t his own.
“Hng… haa, ah…!”
Unused to sexual desire, Yi-ho surrendered quickly. He was simply swaying to the pleasure Min-gyu was creating. Even the sense of immorality from before turned into a tingling euphoria.
The moment his eyes met Min-gyu’s right above him, the deep interior of his belly was violently poked. Simultaneously, the other’s groin pressed deep into his buttocks. The wide-open hole had taken the penis in all the way to the root.
“Ah!”
Even though it had been a long time since dinner, he felt bloated. He felt as if his abdominal skin was bulging.
Min-gyu, who had entered Yi-ho to the very end, paused for a moment, his shoulders heaving.
“Yi-ho, …does it hurt?”
His voice sounded as if he had barely managed to squeeze it out while clinging to the last thread of reason. Yi-ho also found it difficult to gather his thoughts due to the overwhelming sensation. But one thing was clear.
Yi-ho said with a face that looked like he might cry.
“No, no…”
“…”
“It feels good. Ah, it doesn’t hurt. …I feel good, Cha Min-gyu.”
So you… Yi-ho couldn’t find the words to express his thoughts. His already poor eloquence had completely vanished as his mind went blank.
So he clung to Min-gyu with both his hands and legs. He stroked the knees that were wrapped around his waist and tightly squeezed the back of the hand resting on the nape of his neck before letting go. Soon, Min-gyu leaned down to steal a kiss and then pressed firmly upward. His legs spread even wider.
Yi-ho’s penis was rubbed between their pressed lower abdomens. Min-gyu’s movements became markedly more violent than before. As if long-held patience had exploded, he crushed and scraped through Yi-ho’s interior.
“Ah, ah… ha, aa, ah!”
Yi-ho moved his hips in sync with the movements. He didn’t know if he was squirming to escape or diving into a sea of pleasure. Everything else was erased except for the thought that he was having sex. Even the penis that had already ejaculated once approached a climax again.
“Ah, Min-gyu, hng, ugh, please… ah.”
One thing was certain: every time the penis inside his belly swelled and grew hot, the words he said earlier—that it felt good—were not a lie.
Min-gyu showed the evidence of his emotions to Yi-ho without filter. The reason Yi-ho could say it felt good was because of the kisses that landed every inch of his face and the infinitely tender insertion.
“Hng, hng! Ah…”
“Ha, ah, ugh…”
Rough breaths poured over him. Min-gyu bit his lip. The movements grew faster and faster, and neither Yi-ho nor Min-gyu could say anything anymore.
“Haa, ah!”
The deep interior, which had made a creaking sound as if being forced open, now made wet friction sounds. The cream melted completely inside, rubbed by the hot body temperature. Wet friction sounds echoed countless times from below. The cream spat out through the gaps was smeared against the inner walls as Min-gyu plunged back in, only to leak out again.
Min-gyu, who had been digging into Yi-ho with bloodshot eyes for a long time, finally managed to speak.
“Yi-ho, I think something’s gone wrong with my head.”
Thwack! At the insertion that felt like it would break his waist, Yi-ho couldn’t even scream and only swallowed his breath.
“Is it… ha, is it okay to feel this… crazy?”
With every broken syllable, he was roughly thrust inside. Finally, as if the penis had gone all the way in, Min-gyu’s pelvis collided with Yi-ho’s buttocks. Min-gyu settled deeply between the splayed legs.
Even in his delirium, Yi-ho felt he understood what Min-gyu meant. He felt as if the rational part of his own mind had burned away, leaving only the instincts of the body. Especially as he was pushed to the edge of pleasure and ejaculation drew near.
“Ah, ah… hng, ah!”
“Ha, Song Yi-ho… ah, fuu, ugh…”
The speed at which Min-gyu dug inside increased. Yi-ho hugged the back that was bent close to him even tighter. Min-gyu let out a faint laugh amidst his moans and lowered his head further.
“Hug me as much as you want.”
Yi-ho tightened his arms. The temperature between them closed in. Min-gyu thrust inside as if he would break Yi-ho’s waist. He was poked so deeply that the depths felt numb.
“Ugh, hngh, hukk, ah, …ah!”
Yi-ho was the first to climax. Something hot spread between his thighs. But as Yi-ho trembled all over from the excitement of ejaculation, Min-gyu soon pulled his member out from inside him and came across Yi-ho’s white, semen-stained stomach. Because of the sensation of the menacingly swollen member rapidly scraping the inner walls as it withdrew, Yi-ho let out one more spurt of fluid as he finished climaxing.
“Hnghh!”
“Haah, ah…! Song Yi-ho, ha….”
Min-gyu, having ejaculated, slowly collapsed on top of Yi-ho. Instead of leaning his full weight on him, he wrapped both arms around Yi-ho’s back, locking him tightly in his embrace.
With naked skin pressed against naked skin, their heartbeats were transmitted unmistakably, and the tremors of excitement were conveyed with transparent clarity. Especially since Yi-ho was smaller than Min-gyu, being enveloped by him meant that everything he did was bound to be noticed.
They clung to each other like that, as if the fifteen years of time had paused for a moment at a turning point.
The feverish heat cooled very slowly. Without a word, their breathing gradually steadied.
Min-gyu, resting his head on Yi-ho’s shoulder, spoke.
“Song-i, you can beat me up after you hear this, but can I say something that sounds like a total bastard?”
“…What is it?”
“Why did you like me all by yourself, Song Yi-ho?”
A slightly damp breath poured over Yi-ho’s neck following the words.
“When we were circling around each other at school, the academy, and the dojang; when there wasn’t a single person in your department who didn’t know I was Song Yi-ho’s friend; when we were constantly going back and forth between our houses next door….”
“…….”
“If only you’d let me see every moment of yours with the same gaze I have now. If only you’d given a hint to this stupid bastard just once….”
The strength of the arms embracing Yi-ho tightened.
“I’m sorry I’m late. I love you.”
The heat swelling from within completely melted the walls of fear and anxiety built up over a long time. Because those walls had been so massive and thick, the melted remnants felt as if they would overflow from his eyes. Yi-ho hugged Min-gyu back with all his might.
It was a messy encounter—laughing, crying, and laughing again.
And that was why it suited Cha Min-gyu and Song Yi-ho all the more.