By Zephyria 
There is an old saying that a thief who learns late doesn’t realize when dawn is breaking.
Yi-ho disliked four-character idioms or proverbs that didn’t make logical sense. Why would a late-blooming thief run rampant when there are veteran thieves with long careers or young, promising thieves? When Yi-ho voiced his doubts, Min-gyu would just thump his chest and tell him to memorize it. It was as if he were taking revenge for the times Yi-ho had snapped at him to just memorize the solution while teaching him advanced math problems…
‘Cha Min-gyu, you explained it wrong back then…’
If he had used this current situation, this sensation, as an example, Yi-ho would have understood immediately.
Of course, if they had been in this kind of relationship since high school, he would have screwed up his college entrance exams and everything else.
Having finished working from home, Yi-ho went down to the first floor in time for his lover’s scheduled return. The two of them had dinner at a nearby galbi restaurant, catching up on the loneliness of their separation caused by work. Afterward, they returned to Min-gyu’s house and turned on an OTT drama that was currently trending.
To be honest, their thoughts were transparent, but it felt a bit awkward to jump straight into bed the moment they returned from dinner, so they turned on the TV amidst a subtle tension. It was fine until Min-gyu occasionally groped his shoulder or waist. However, as time passed, who the culprit in the movie was or how it would end became an afterthought. In truth, they had barely been able to concentrate from the start.
Eventually, Yi-ho grabbed Min-gyu’s wrist, pushed it down, and stood up. Before Min-gyu—who extremely disliked it when Yi-ho pushed him away or shook him off—could say anything, Yi-ho declared resolutely:
‘I’m going to the other house to wash up. You wash up and come out too.’
The corners of Min-gyu’s mouth curled up ecstatically. And he insisted on holding onto Yi-ho.
‘How about we wash up together here?’
Soon, the OTT service was turned off.
“Ah, ugh, hng…”
Every time the penis being pulled out of him caught on the curves of his inner walls, Yi-ho’s back arched as he moaned. His naked body convulsed. Min-gyu, who held Yi-ho’s waist as he lay face down, had long since thrown off his own clothes. Under the living room sofa, Yi-ho’s loungewear and Min-gyu’s work clothes were tangled together, mirroring their messy state.
As the swollen hole opened and barely spat out the glans, Yi-ho’s waist collapsed onto the plush sofa.
“Ha…”
Lying on his side and exhaling a long breath, Yi-ho looked up at Min-gyu. Min-gyu leaned down and kissed the edge of Yi-ho’s furrowed brow. To get their upper bodies closer on the narrow sofa, Min-gyu inevitably had to wedge himself between Yi-ho’s legs. Of course, the movement of laying Yi-ho flat on his back and pulling his knees up to rest both legs on his shoulders was a bit intentional.
“…Are you going to do it again?”
The way his eyes wavered implied that he was starting to find it taxing. However, seeing Yi-ho’s fingers fidgeting in front of his chest, Min-gyu began to get erect again. He thought to himself that everything seemed erotic now.
“Yeah. We did it three times before midnight, so shall we do it three more times to make it fair?”
Yi-ho’s expression became one of: What kind of miracle math is that?
Having experienced it several times now, Cha Min-gyu’s style of sex was like this. First, he would spend a long time loosening the bottom with foreplay that felt like it would melt the whole body. The first penetration was done very gently, with his desire restrained. During this process, Yi-ho usually ejaculated once. Then, after digging deep into the softened interior and confirming that Yi-ho didn’t feel pain even when the cock went all the way into his stomach…
If the foreplay and the first round of sex were Team Leader Cha Min-gyu, perfectly packaged, the Cha Min-gyu of the second and third rounds was like a high schooler again. An unpredictable, unrestrained, and uncontrollable child. And one with stamina to spare.
“…Then I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Can you stand? Want me to go with you and hold yours? Cha Min-gyu is a master at gripping Song-i mushrooms.”
“I’m going to get rid of what you shot inside me, you know?”
Yi-ho snapped back, but those words only made Min-gyu’s lower half feel tighter.
“Oh dear, my Darling found that difficult. We can’t have that.”
His eyes gleamed while he pretended to be sorry.
“Ah, ah… hng, ah!”
A moment later, Min-gyu was hugging Yi-ho from behind with his legs spread wide, stirring the hole with his fingers. Semen leaked out in clumps onto the towel beneath his buttocks.
“You have to push harder with your stomach for it to come out, Song-i.”
“Hng…, hhh…”
The viscous liquid gurgled and flowed out of the narrow entrance. From the sound, to the sight of the fingers buried up to the base in the hole, and the sensation of thick fingers groping the inner walls—everything about it was shameful.
“You’re… really a crazy bastard…”
“Yeah, there’s no room for doubt now that I’m crazy for Song-i, right?”
“Ha…”
The chest Yi-ho was leaning against heaved. He could hear a rapid heartbeat behind him, and a fully erect penis was poking and slowly wetting the area around his waist.
The arms wrapped around his chest were also frustratingly firm.
Min-gyu was like this throughout their intimacy. He couldn’t hide how aroused he was by Yi-ho’s body.
Yi-ho, whose redness had descended to his shoulders, trembled, but his own member had already stood up.
“Your hole is twitching.”
“……!”
As if to show him, Min-gyu widened the gap between his fingers and pulled the folds of the entrance taut. The hole, softened and wet with gel and semen, tried to twitch and tighten, but all he heard from Min-gyu was, “So erotic.”
“Can I do it again now?”
Min-gyu pulled Yi-ho closer into his embrace and kissed his ear. His palms, as hot as his menacingly erect penis, stroked Yi-ho as if calling to him longingly. In the midst of exhaustion, Yi-ho felt a bit frustrated.
“That’s why I don’t like how you pretend to like me more…!”
Right now, it looked like he was the only one desperately clinging, but it was Yi-ho who had liked him first and suffered for it long before. Not Min-gyu.
He had liked him so much more that he had hesitated and wavered even in transitioning their relationship, fearing he might lose Cha Min-gyu. That was why Yi-ho didn’t mind at all mixing their bodies until he was breathless.
Because he had been so wary and afraid of the realistic aspects, there was absolutely nothing to hold back when they were alone in a space together.
Yi-ho faced Min-gyu and pulled his neck down. Once again, Yi-ho’s back touched the sofa. Yi-ho reached down and gripped the shaft of Min-gyu’s penis. Though Min-gyu acted as if he were inviting him to touch as much as he wanted, his cheek twitched when Yi-ho pressed the sensitive spot below the glans.
Yi-ho lifted his hips, aligned Min-gyu’s penis between his buttocks, and lowered his body. Although the pain wasn’t like the first time, seeing Cha Min-gyu’s penis being taken inside was still a strange feeling when he saw it with his own eyes. A pained sound escaped from between his throat and chest.
Watching Yi-ho struggle to insert the penis himself, Cha Min-gyu tilted his head back and bit his lip, barely containing his excitement.
“Ah…!”
The glans entered deep into the inner wall, and the penis buried itself deep inside the sliding buttocks. Yi-ho slowly moved his hips up and down, swallowing the penis bit by bit. His muscles tensed, and excitement clouded his face.
Min-gyu thrust his hips up in time with Yi-ho’s rhythm. Yi-ho let out a deeper moan and dug his fingertips into Min-gyu’s back. Since he always kept his nails short because he hated them getting in the way while typing, there was only a blunt pressing sensation. Cha Min-gyu had always been the type to keep himself neat, but since their relationship started, it had become a habit to trim his nails so short that they couldn’t even be felt.
“Ha, ah, Cha Min-gyu…, ah…!”
Moans burst from the head resting on his shoulder. Their sweat-soaked upper bodies rubbed together as the penis stirred the swollen hole.
“Ah, ha, ugh, nng.”
“Haah…, ha…”
A relationship that started in their 30s had a rather passionate side. Even without words, both knew they had wasted too much time. Although the relationship had just begun, there was no reason to hesitate as if it were a first love. They had already had more than enough reconnaissance of each other. Even the time to worry about whether the progress was too fast or too slow was a luxury.
Moaning, Yi-ho sought out Min-gyu’s lips and kissed him. The aggressive side that Song Yi-ho occasionally showed was an insane stimulant for Cha Min-gyu.
Shifting his body, Min-gyu laid Yi-ho further back on the sofa and lifted one of his legs, hooking it over his arm. On the sofa, the bodies of two men overlapped, filling the vertical width completely.
“You, hng, let go, nng!”
Worry about yourself first.
“Yeah, I’ll hold onto our Song-i tightly.”
Toward Yi-ho, who was hugging him tightly for fear of falling, Min-gyu thought what a windfall as he gripped and spread the buttocks with both hands. The penis dove without hesitation into the now distinctly softened interior. The semen he had shot inside flowed out in streams.
“Ah, ah!”
Yi-ho, who had been rubbing the penis caught between their bodies, ejaculated first, and Min-gyu once again exploded semen inside Yi-ho.
“Ugh…!”
After the long ejaculation, Min-gyu sat up and pulled Yi-ho into his arms. In that position, he pulled out. He could feel Yi-ho trembling and convulsing through his chest where Yi-ho was leaning and through the arms wrapped around his body.
The area between Yi-ho’s butt cheeks and thighs was flushed from the repeated friction of sex. The droplets of liquid splashed from the drenched cleft were quite erotic.
Soon, Yi-ho trembled slightly once more in Min-gyu’s arms. From the junction down to his thighs, he became warmly wet. The things shot inside were flowing out. Min-gyu looked forward to the moment he would wash Yi-ho with warm water shortly. This was why he had been happily cleaning the bathtub every day before work lately, humming an absurd song.
Looking at his damp thighs, Yi-ho muttered.
“…You can’t do this starting next week.”
“That’s a disappointing thing to say.”
The rainy season, which had tormented Yi-ho and provided a new turning point, had come to an end.
Just as their shaken relationship had finally found its place, many of the problems that had arisen at the time were being solved one by one. First, the repairs on Yi-ho’s house were completed. The messy house was cleaned bit by bit and had now almost regained its former appearance.
And the biggest second point. The time of indulgence for the development team also came to an end. An order was issued for the development team to return to commuting to the office starting next week.
Min-gyu also knew that the intensity of sex they had been having until now would be impossible once Yi-ho started commuting.
“I can’t exactly stop you from going to work.”
“I have to go. That way, I can see you there too…”
Why would I let someone else take Team Leader Cha Min-gyu in a suit? At those words, Min-gyu looked at Yi-ho as if he were dazed for a moment before answering.
“Ah, my heart really gets shot to death by the kind of casual romance Song-i throws out once in a while.”
“……?”
Min-gyu stroked the back of Yi-ho’s head, and his laughter didn’t stop until the moment he fell asleep.