By Zephyria 
As the warmth of another body clung to him, he felt considerably better. Truly, he felt good. So much so that a reckless desire surged within him to remain pressed together like this forever. So much so that he felt a strange longing to touch even deeper, despite already being in contact.
So, perhaps this wasn’t just a “good” feeling.
Yes. To be precise, he liked the boy. That seemed to be why these indescribable emotions kept bubbling up. He wanted to touch him, wanted to be close, wanted to do something for him. It was a natural psychological response.
And it was a natural result that sexual desire would cast its shadow.
Eun-ha seemed to think for a moment with his eyes loosely cast down, then reached out. As he gripped the penis—half-sunken and barely touching the buttocks—he clearly felt the body pressed against him flinch. He also heard a small voice asking, “Hyung?”
As if he hadn’t heard, Eun-ha simply curled his palm to trap the tip, slick with fluids, and rubbed it. It was only natural that his wrist was caught.
“Hyung, I’m a bit… right now…”
“I know.”
It meant not to touch him because he was sensitive right after ejaculating. Even as the voice asked back in bewilderment, “What?”, Eun-ha continued what he was doing with composure. With just a bit of rubbing and light shaking, it quickly and easily became erect. He hadn’t expected him to be satisfied with just one or two ejaculations in the first place. Nevertheless, their sex rarely went beyond one or two rounds. It wasn’t that any agreement had been made. Nor had Eun-ha ever said he wanted to stop. It was solely Yeon-jun’s choice.
For some reason, Yeon-jun seemed to believe he had to maintain a proper boundary. That if he indulged his own greed, Eun-ha wouldn’t be able to endure it.
The violent nature of their first time, fueled by alcohol, may have left some significant shock and caution in him, but it seemed mostly because he viewed Eun-ha himself as a somewhat fragile being. He treated Eun-ha like a sandcastle—as if he would crumble the moment he was touched the wrong way.
Given Eun-ha’s past behavior of staggering along with bad habits, he understood the constant worry and concern, but the protection and anxiety were excessive. Especially when it came to sex.
Protection. A man eight years younger, suppressing his sexual desires to protect his partner. It was impossible not to find it somewhat ridiculous.
Furthermore, it slightly bruised his pride. Even though there was no actual perpetrator. It was a truly absurd sense of competitiveness.
Suddenly, Eun-ha tilted his head to look behind him. Yeon-jun, with the area under his eyes flushed red, was looking at Eun-ha with blurred pupils. His face was confused, as if he didn’t know what to do. A face that looked exhausted—feeling like he should stop it, but honestly not wanting to refuse because the act itself didn’t feel bad, yet fearing that if he didn’t intervene, things would become truly problematic.
‘He looks just like a tomato.’
How could a person be this transparent? Watching his young lover struggle between reason and desire, Eun-ha, feeling a mischievous streak, shifted his body and flipped over. Lying in a face-to-face position, he began to seriously stimulate the penis with his hand. He gripped the slightly slippery shaft firmly and rubbed it. Using the slowly leaking pre-cum as lubricant, he shook the member and stimulated the glans. As the sound of friction became more explicit, he saw the handsome eyes sink deeper.
Yeon-jun, who had been troubled and unable to do anything, suddenly dropped his head and buried his forehead in Eun-ha’s shoulder. It was a gesture almost like a reproach.
“Ah, Hyung…”
“Does it feel good?”
“It does, but… no. Why are you teasing me…?”
“Am I teasing you right now?”
A weak laugh escaped. There was no answer. It wasn’t for any other reason, but it seemed he didn’t have the leisure to maintain a long conversation.
Only the squelching sounds and shallow breaths consumed the room. Eun-ha observed the man quietly becoming aroused with his face buried in his shoulder, then brought his lips close to his ear. All while keeping his hand moving steadily.
“I asked if it feels good, Yeon-jun.”
It was the moment he rubbed the wet tip firmly with his thumb. A long, ragged sigh escaped for a split second. Within it, a pronunciation starting with a harsh consonant was faintly heard, then immediately blurred. Eun-ha’s eyes widened, his interest piqued. He looked genuinely surprised. That was because he had never once heard the boy use profanity. Even as a joke, he didn’t say bad words. Rather than a conscious restraint, it was simply his personality. That characteristically upright nature.
However, the curse was never fully articulated, and Yeon-jun simply bit his lower lip as if enduring it. Then, unable to withstand the steady stimulation any longer, he murmured as if collapsing.
“It feels good, Hyung…”
His voice was completely undone by the heat. Eun-ha pulled his head back slightly and stared intently at the man reacting to the stimulation, his reason half-gone. Seeing him get steadily aroused made Eun-ha want to make him feel even better. He moved his hand more enthusiastically. He shook the shaft rapidly up and down and rubbed the penis against his own abdomen, as if pressing it. At the unabashed action, Yeon-jun’s already red eyes became even more crimson. His pupils shook violently.
“No… ha…”
Letting out a moan like a sigh, as if in distress, he covered his eyes with his hand. He could see the tension in the back of the hand where the veins bulged. At the attitude of simply refusing to look, Eun-ha’s lips curled into a smile. Now fully in a teasing mood, Eun-ha asked:
“Why are you covering your eyes?”
“It’s too erotic…”
“Then isn’t that a good thing?”
“…Really.”
Yeon-jun lowered his hand slightly and shot a somewhat sharp look at him. As if asking how he could make such an immoral statement so casually.
Eventually, Eun-ha burst into a visible laugh. Then, gradually losing the laughter, he looked at Yeon-jun and buried his lips into the other’s, like a man driven by impulse. As if he could no longer control himself.
Seeing that desperate kiss, Yeon-jun’s eyes shook rapidly. And then, they sank completely dark. Like someone whose reason had been torn away by another.
He reached out. Gripping one of Eun-ha’s buttocks, he pulled him close. As if responding to Eun-ha’s skillful stimulation, he left small kisses on his cheeks and around his mouth. He moved his hips slightly back and forth, rubbing his penis against the abdomen.
Before long, white semen splattered across the pale skin of the belly.
Eun-ha stared intently at Yeon-jun as he ejaculated with ragged breaths. After satisfyingly observing him in a state where judgment was completely blurred and only instinct remained, Eun-ha pushed his upper body up. He took a position, trapping the other’s body with his knees. In the eyes of Yeon-jun looking up at Eun-ha climbing on top of him, there was no longer any sign of hesitation. No trace of that truly absurd caution, like protection or worry.
However, it seemed one thing still weighed on his mind.
“Hyung, the condom…”
“It’ll feel better without one.”
“…”
A clear gaze met him in silence. It was a look similar to the one from before. A condemning gaze, asking how he could say such a thing so freely.
Without a word, Eun-ha reached his hand behind the waist. He found the shaft, gripped it, and aligned the tip with the entrance. Just before pushing it in, two hands suddenly crawled up his thighs and gripped both hip bones tightly.
After that, he didn’t remember very well.