By Zephyria 
Side Story 4
After that, Sa-young changed his approach. Instead of declaring, ‘Let’s have sex today’ and overloading Cha Eui-jae’s responsible brain,
“Hold me.”
“Kiss me.”
“Hold my hand.”
“I want to be held.”
“Can I hug you?”
“Let’s sleep holding each other.”
He switched to making small, frequent requests that Hyung would naturally grant.
“You’re acting like a child these days.”
Eui-jae grumbled, but diligently granted the requests. Before he knew it, he was holding Sa-young’s hand or hugging him first, without being asked. He would kiss him when their eyes met. It was similar to the skinship before the rib incident, but strangely…
‘…It’s precarious.’
Even with the same skinship as usual, heat spread. Longing and heat mixed in the gazes they exchanged. Hesitant touches brushed against collars and fingertips.
They had drawn a line. They knew what lay behind this line. They could cross it at any time. Yet, they didn’t cross it. Every time their skin touched, it felt like walking a tightrope, with their toes just over the edge of the line.
When would they cross the line? Sa-young smiled faintly, watching the tips of Eui-jae’s ears turn red. He was confident he could wait until Eui-jae crossed the line first. Waiting was his specialty.
“Haa…”
In the back alley of the Hanover Soup Restaurant, where darkness had fallen, Eui-jae sighed softly as he stacked boxes at the recycling area. Sa-young, who had been watching, approached slowly.
“Shall we go now, Hyung?”
“Yeah. Let’s go home.”
“Before that, just one kiss.”
“Here?”
“There’s no one around. Huh?”
“You really…”
A sneaker slid against the ground next to a soju bottle with a half-torn label. Thud, his back hit the wall. As if he had been waiting, lips approached, and a tongue tangled without hesitation through the parted lips.
“Ugh, euung…”
Small moans leaked through his lips each time the wet tongue moved. Eui-jae gripped Sa-young’s shoulders. Even though it was the same kiss as usual, something was different. Strange. Why? Why was it especially…
His toes kept curling, and he felt a ticklish sensation. Each time the thick, dark tongue familiarly traced his teeth and rubbed against the roof of his mouth, his eyelids fluttered.
‘Ah, seriously, what is this?’
Eui-jae squeezed his eyes shut. His fingers gripping his shoulder kept tightening. The dark tongue rummaged around in his mouth for a long time before pulling away, only after Eui-jae’s face had flushed red. He leaned against the wall, panting. Even as the cold air entered his lungs, he couldn’t quite come to his senses. Lee Sa-young’s kisses had always felt good, but this one was especially…
“Are you okay?”
A firm arm wrapped around his waist, supporting Eui-jae. He must have looked really strange to him.
“Uh, I’m okay…”
Violet eyes scanned Eui-jae’s face as if observing him.
“Hmph… is that so?”
A dark hand brushed his cheek. His leather gloves were always cold. It felt good against his flushed cheek. Without realizing it, Eui-jae leaned his cheek into his hand and closed his eyes. The thumb stroking his eye area paused.
What, why did you stop? It felt good—
“…Hyung.”
The low voice snapped him back to reality. Eui-jae slowly opened his eyes. Under the dim streetlight, violet eyes shone intensely.
“Cha Eui-jae.”
In an instant, his mind cleared. Eui-jae straightened up, pulling away from the arm he had been leaning on. Sa-young stared at him silently, without a smile. The tips of his fingers trembled. Eui-jae roughly wiped his face with his hand.
“Wow… I must be really weird right now. I don’t even feel like saying anything even though you’re calling me by my name. What is this?”
He mumbled incoherently. His heart began to beat rapidly. As Eui-jae turned his head as if to avoid his gaze, Sa-young pressed his lips to the nape of his neck, exposed through the gap in his collar. A shiver ran down his spine. He gently bit down on his clean neck.
“…Ugh!”
He licked over the red bite mark with his dark tongue. Goosebumps rose along the path of the wet tongue. His heart was beating too fast. Fast enough for Lee Sa-young to notice.
‘Damn it.’
Eui-jae squeezed his eyes shut. Sharp teeth bit and licked at his neck several times. As if marking his territory.
“Hyung.”
Thick lips moved from his neck and jaw to his ear. Goosebumps rose along the path. Hot breath whispered in his ear.
“…You’re hard.”
A hard thigh pressed between his legs. As he said, Eui-jae’s dick was half-erect, swelling against his pants. Damn it.
He couldn’t let himself get swept away by his pace.
“What about you—”
Eui-jae reached out and grabbed Sa-young’s crotch,
“……”
And ended up grabbing something that was already much larger than his own, bursting to be freed.
‘Shit.’
Jackpot. There was no escape. Anyone could see that Cha Eui-jae was 99% at fault. Haa, hot breath poured into his ear. Sa-young gently bit his earlobe.
“…Let’s go. Home.”
Ah, shit.
Only then did Eui-jae realize.
‘I was sexually frustrated too….’
Thud, the door closed, and the light in the entryway turned on. The two kissed as if without a second thought. It was so rough that it felt like their lips would tear, and there was a hint of blood mixed in. Tongues intertwined through parted lips. Saliva and breaths mingled. The air around them grew thick and heavy with just the kiss.
“Heut, euung…”
Sa-young hugged Eui-jae’s waist and moved without breaking the kiss. Eui-jae was pushed back and tripped on the threshold of the entryway, collapsing to the floor. Only then did their lips part. His head was hazy. Eui-jae said, gasping for breath.
“Wait, just wait a moment, let me catch my breath…”
But Sa-young didn’t seem to hear him. He threw off his black mustang jacket and climbed on top of Eui-jae, kissing him again. A heavy weight pressed down on his body. Eui-jae lay in the entryway and hugged Sa-young’s neck.
‘Damn bastard.’
He’s lost it….
This kiss was too rough to be called a kiss. He could feel the desire to devour the other completely. Eui-jae tilted his head and accepted the tongue more deeply. It felt like he was being eaten.
Yeah, heueu…. Small moans leaked out whenever there was a gap between their locked lips. A hand in a leather glove slipped under his clothes. It rubbed his stomach, sides, and waist. When the cold fingers touched his nipple, his waist twitched. Wait, he wanted to say, but the dark tongue wouldn’t release his lips.
As the gloved hand rubbed and scratched, his nipples quickly swelled. It wasn’t a sharp pleasure, but a ticklish feeling. Ah, damn it. This is strange….
As Eui-jae struggled, the hand that had been stroking his waist moved towards the buckle of his jeans. It stopped moving and paused. The hand that had been tickling his nipples, the kiss that had been devouring him, all stopped. Eui-jae opened his eyes, panting.
Sa-young’s face, which was always pale, was flushed red. He was waiting for permission. Just one step. Permission to go further.
Eui-jae didn’t answer. Instead, he lowered his hand and found the buckle of Sa-young’s pants near his stomach and pelvis. He was always quicker to act than to speak. It was the same this time.
“…Ha.”
Amidst the gasping breaths, he thought he heard Sa-young laugh. His lips crashed down again.
Click, the buckle came undone, and the zipper went down. His already wet underwear was exposed under the flickering sensor light in the entryway. Eui-jae also fumbled and undid Sa-young’s pants buckle. Sa-young moaned softly and rubbed his forehead against his shoulder. Eui-jae hugged the back of Sa-young’s head and whispered.
“Lee Sa-young. Sit, do it sitting down…”
Firm arms hugged his waist and lifted him up, placing him on his lap. If he were in his right mind, he would have made a fuss about what he was doing, how could he put his Hyung, who was like the sky, on his lap, but Eui-jae obediently placed his knees on the floor and sat on his firm thighs.
A hand in a leather glove reached inside Eui-jae’s underwear. The lukewarm leather grabbed his dick, sending a chill down his spine. Ah, shit…. Eui-jae cursed softly and tilted his head back. His dick, feeling the touch of another’s hand for the first time, throbbed and dripped clear fluid. Sa-young gripped his dick and whispered.
“Take mine out too…. Hyung.”
His head felt like it was melting at the pleading voice. Eui-jae reached out with trembling hands and pulled down Sa-young’s underwear. And something large popped out, hitting his hand heavily.
Wait a minute.
Huh?
For a moment, a question mark appeared in his head, which had been melting thickly with excitement and heat. This is… a dick?
No, this is a weapon.
This… looked more like a club than a dick. Sa-young’s was erect to the limit, with prominent veins, and soaked with pre-cum. Shouldn’t the bottom half be pretty if the face is pretty? Why is he carrying around something so big and hideous? Eui-jae’s wasn’t small by any means, but compared to Sa-young’s….
‘This is a bit much.’
The thought that he had lightly considered, to take care of it with his mouth if necessary, evaporated completely.
‘What the hell was I thinking?’
Even the strongest Hunter was helpless in front of such a monstrous thing. The throbbing thing seemed like an independent entity with a mind of its own, and it looked a little cold.
“…Um, just a moment.”
Eui-jae quietly pulled the mustang jacket over and covered the big dick.
“…Huh?”
Sa-young tilted his head as if he couldn’t believe it.
“What are you doing right now?”