Park Hae-jun felt a twinge in his heart. This wasn’t wrong, there was no reason to ask for forgiveness. Yet the young and innocent Lee A-gon was apologizing to Park Hae-jun, thinking he had done something terribly wrong.
“Little dummy.” Park Hae-jun called Lee A-gon affectionately.
Lee A-gon again raised only his eyes to look at Park Hae-jun. For the first time, those protruding, bulging eyes and the dense, caterpillar-like eyelashes attached to them didn’t seem so creepy.
“It’s okay. I’m happy that you’re erect.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Park Hae-jun carefully pulled down Lee A-gon’s pants. The gray training jersey came off easily.
Lee A-gon looked up at Park Hae-jun docilely with his legs spread. Park Hae-jun hesitated for a moment, then pulled down his underwear too.
The glans sprang up with a popping sound. Lee A-gon’s penis was clean and a pretty light pink. It was a color that looked like it wouldn’t have any fishy smell even if taken in the mouth. The pubic hair was sparse and straight, making it look even prettier when erect. It didn’t look like the same man’s penis.
“Pretty.” Park Hae-jun found himself repeating those words. “Pretty. It’s really so pretty. Pretty…”
“Pre…tty?” Lee A-gon asked.
Park Hae-jun nodded, his gaze fixed on Lee A-gon’s penis. It was as if someone had made a penis shape out of a white statue and then dyed it with peach. It was strange to use such an expression for an erect male penis, but it truly was like that.
“Ah.” Lee A-gon covered his cheeks with both hands, his face flushed.
A flushed face on Lee A-gon. So that face could have some color after all. Park Hae-jun was a bit surprised.
“I’m ugly…” Lee A-gon continued hesitantly. His voice was so small that Park Hae-jun had to hold his breath to hear.
“But still. Even so.”
“……”
“I have… something… pretty?”
“……”
“Hyung, am I… pretty?”
Asking this in a shy voice, Lee A-gon met Park Hae-jun’s eyes as if embarrassed. His cheeks turned even more reddish. His eyes were also reddish. A thin film of moisture glazed his pupils.
Park Hae-jun was slightly confused. Lee A-gon asking if he was pretty with moist eyes and an embarrassed look seemed cute. This was just Lee A-gon, the “ugly” Lee A-gon, but this shy and embarrassed Lee A-gon was cute and lovable.
Without answering, Park Hae-jun lunged at Lee A-gon. He climbed on top of his body and pressed down with his weight. The thin and sickly, pitiful Lee A-gon couldn’t resist.
He placed his penis against Lee A-gon’s. His beige-colored penis, slightly darker than his skin, squashed Lee A-gon’s penis, which was as pretty as if juice from a bitten peach had spilled out.
“Haa,” Lee A-gon moaned sweetly. The redness in his cheeks deepened.
Penis against penis, a subtle fluid flowed from the two glans and wet them. As the two penises butted heads with moist sounds, facilitation energy flowed crazily from Park Hae-jun to Lee A-gon.
Wow,” Park Hae-jun gasped.
A deeper facilitation occurred than when they kissed or when Lee A-gon had taken his penis in his mouth. It was incomparably different. It was as if the blood from his body was sucked into Lee A-gon and then returned.
‘So this is why facilitation through genital insertion is considered the best.’
It was an experience that couldn’t be understood without experiencing it oneself. If the former was like eating one grain of rice at a time, barely sustaining life, the latter was like eating a delicacy soaked in honey.
‘Then what would happen with real insertion?’
Park Hae-jun looked down at Lee A-gon. If there was real insertion… if they had real sex, not pseudo-sex.
Would Lee A-gon’s condition improve faster? Would he be able to fully use his ability and soon take on a person’s share?
He felt greedy. There was a method that could complete this assignment right now. He looked between Lee A-gon’s legs. The long, stiff penis stood straight up.
Pretty, and though it looked like it would taste of strawberries and peaches if taken in the mouth, it was still a penis. A man’s penis, bigger and thicker than his own.
Lee A-gon was cute, but that didn’t make him not a man. Park Hae-jun wasn’t yet prepared to embrace a man.
“Hyung. Hyung. I like it. I really… like it.” Lee A-gon whispered shyly, touching Park Hae-jun’s face. He trembled slightly each time their glans collided with a slick sound.
“I like it. I like you, hyung. Ah, I like it so much…”
Wet fluid soaked Park Hae-jun’s stomach. Lee A-gon’s semen was all over his stomach. Park Hae-jun thought it was a bit gross, but he didn’t show it and hugged Lee A-gon. Lee A-gon trembled like a rain-soaked puppy in Park Hae-jun’s arms. His body was so thin it was pitiful.
‘Right, not yet. What if he gets sick?’
The night he brought the drugs, Lee A-gon’s fever had risen again. It was due to stress.
His body couldn’t yet handle the act of insertion. Park Hae-jun’s reluctance was a secondary issue.
“Hyung, I like it.”
“Yes.”
“Really, really like it.”
“Yes. I know.”
As he stroked the back of Lee A-gon’s head, who was whining with his face buried in Park Hae-jun’s chest, Park Hae-jun decided to be satisfied with this for now.
On the screen, where they had forgotten to press the stop button, young Park Hae-jun was shouting at young Lee A-gon.
∞ ∞ ∞
It was Christmas. Park Hae-jun, who had lost his sense of dates, realized it was Christmas from the special broadcasts on TV.
“Want to go outside, Lee A-gon?” Park Hae-jun asked impulsively.
Lee A-gon made a surprised expression. “Can I go out?”
“Yes, if you’re with me.”
Lee A-gon’s eyes sparkled.
‘He wanted to go out, it seemed. Alright, decided.’
Park Hae-jun got up abruptly. While tidying up the house last time, he had found a bicycle with a torn rear wheel. It would be fun to ride it out.
“Wait a bit.”
Park Hae-jun stripped off the rubber covering the wheel and removed the screws with a wrench. After that, it went smoothly. He sanded around the punctured area, applied adhesive to the film, attached it, brought a pump, and inflated it.
Lee A-gon watched without blinking. He momentarily held his breath when Park Hae-jun rolled up his sleeves and started turning the wrench, and when Park Hae-jun pumped the bicycle, he covered his mouth with both hands.
Then, with reddened cheeks, he muttered as if to himself, Cool…”
“Do you think I’m cool?” Park Hae-jun asked with a grin, having heard it.
Lee A-gon nodded. “Yes.”
“What’s so cool about it?”
“Your forearms…”
“Forearms?”
“The bulging… cool.”
‘My forearms are bulging? Park Hae-jun felt his arm. He wasn’t lacking in muscle, but not enough to be described as “bulging.”
But if the comparison was with Lee A-gon himself, it made sense. Any man would seem bulging next to Lee A-gon.
“The hammer… turned. Was cool. Manly… exciting.”
“It’s not a hammer, it’s a wrench. Well, anyway, come here.”
Lee A-gon’s vocabulary had improved considerably, but there were still awkward parts. His speech was very slow, he sometimes used incorrect particles, and used words inappropriately.
“Stuffy…”
Park Hae-jun put a hat and scarf on Lee A-gon. Not stopping there, he also made him wear gloves, a vest, and a padded jacket. This made Lee A-gon’s body, which had looked like a filleted fish, a bit plumper.
Lee A-gon complained it was stuffy, but Park Hae-jun paid no attention and put earmuffs on him too.
“Hyung… stuffy. Don’t like it.”
“Stay still. You’re the one with the weak body.”
“I’m… weak?”
“Of course you are. Do you know how high your fever went that time? You still get fevers easily. And nosebleeds too. Now, get on the back.”
Park Hae-jun mounted the bicycle. Lee A-gon also obediently got on the back seat. Park Hae-jun took Lee A-gon’s hesitant hands and wrapped them around his waist, then pushed on the pedals. When the bicycle moved, Lee A-gon clung tightly as if startled.
“It’s okay, little dummy. I won’t let you get hurt.”
The bicycle sped along pleasantly. The wind made a whooshing sound. Lee A-gon screamed. But it was a scream that conveyed joy.
It soon turned into high-pitched laughter. The feeling of cutting through the wind was so refreshing. After going down a slope and entering flat ground, Park Hae-jun pedaled even harder. Lee A-gon laughed louder.
They passed through bean field ridges covered in snow. The yellowed bean stalks and leaves hit Lee A-gon’s hands, making cheerful tapping sounds.
After passing through a country road lined with sparse persimmon trees with only branches remaining, another slope appeared. As they sped along with a whoosh, Lee A-gon held Park Hae-jun’s waist tightly.
“It’s okay, I’m here.” Park Hae-jun shouted confidently and increased speed further.
After riding like that for a while, Park Hae-jun stumbled badly when turning a corner. He tried to slow down by squeezing the brakes, but they didn’t respond.
“Oh no, the brakes were broken too.” Park Hae-jun tried to reduce speed by planting his feet on the ground, but it was no use. Eventually, he was thrown off along with the bicycle.
Fortunately, the snow that had fallen overnight cushioned them both. They fell face first onto the snow. In the distance, the city’s apartment buildings were visible. A white forest path without human presence. Only their heavy breathing, forming white mist in the air, spread out.
“Snow.”
Above the two lying on the white snow, tiny granule-like snow began to fall. Park Hae-jun grinned and turned his head toward Lee A-gon.
“A-gon, it’s snowing. It’s a white Christmas.”
“……”
“Merry Christmas, Lee A-gon.”
“……”
“Lee A-gon, you should greet me too. Come on, say it. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry… mas?”
“Yes, today is Christmas.”