Chapter 69: Dissolve: His Last Choice

“……”

At the sound of footsteps, Song Hyunsoo lifted his head.

Unlike usual, Yoon Jooho was barefoot, not wearing slippers.

Instead of turning around, he checked Jooho’s movements through the window in front of him.

Yoon Jooho, wet and with only a towel slung low on his hips, was approaching.

Song Hyunsoo lost his grip on the page of the notebook he was holding.

Yoon Jooho stopped right behind him and locked eyes with Hyunsoo through the glass, just like back in the individual room on the eighty-first floor.

He lowered his head, pressed his lips close to Hyunsoo’s ear, and let out a low chuckle.

“Was that guy in the past better looking than me?”

Look at him asking even though he already knows the answer. He’s confident, that’s for sure.

Song Hyunsoo couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

He tried to turn his head away with a smile, but a long arm suddenly shot out from his right side, wrapping around his waist.

And without hesitation, it slipped between the parted front of his gown.

“Ugh.”

Yoon Jooho pressed his nose into Hyunsoo’s temple and smeared his lips against his ear, whispering in a sunken voice.

“Show me what you showed him. Show me, too.”

His voice, thick with suppressed desire, was rough as scratched metal.

“Haa…”

Song Hyunsoo’s breath faltered.

He frowned and hunched his shoulders.

It was because Jooho’s left hand had started to lift the hem of his gown.

Every time his fingers grabbed a little more, Hyunsoo’s left thigh became more exposed.

Above his left chest, Yoon Jooho’s right hand slowly twisted his muscles.

“Ha… Ah. Ha.”

A hot, wet, pointed tongue traced along the rim of his ear.

Hyunsoo grabbed tightly onto the back of Jooho’s hand twisting his chest.

The breath curling around his eardrum felt like it was melting his sense of hearing.

Clumsily reaching back, he grabbed the towel covering Jooho’s thigh.

Jooho’s hand, which had pulled Hyunsoo’s gown halfway up his thigh, disappeared beneath it.

“Ah, ha. Hahk.”

Feeling the warmth of a hand invading such a private place, Hyunsoo let out a rough breath.

He twisted the towel in his hand even tighter.

Beneath the gown, Jooho gently wrapped his hand around Hyunsoo’s member.

“Haah, ha… Hng.”

With a trembling, deep breath, Hyunsoo unconsciously shook his head.

Jooho let out a quiet laugh by his ear, his hand kneading Hyunsoo’s cock.

“Is this what you showed him? Did you let him touch you? Like this?”

The voice he listened to every night, like ASMR before sleep.

Now that voice was whispering dirty things right by his ear.

Yoon Jooho could so easily make Hyunsoo feel “that way.”

He was already right in the middle of it.

As Jooho’s hand moved over his cock, Hyunsoo’s breathing grew even faster.

Jooho, who had been licking his ear, lowered his head deeply.

His tongue and lips traveled up and down Hyunsoo’s neck, kissing, nibbling, and licking him thickly.

“Tell me. What did the two hormone-driven teenagers do for fun?”

“I showed him… yours, too. I, touched first.”

Hyunsoo let go of the towel and fumbled to find Jooho’s cock.

Even the towel, wet and lukewarm, couldn’t hide how hot he was at the center.

That vivid heat made Hyunsoo impatient.

“You really were a little brat, huh? Not just a BB pellet.”

He nodded before he realized it, not even aware of what he was agreeing to.

Yoon Jooho’s cock.

Just knowing he was touching it made Hyunsoo’s tip feel wet.

When he finally got a proper grip on it, Hyunsoo snapped to his senses.

“W-what? Why is it like this?”

Jooho’s cock filled his hand so tightly; the sense of volume was overwhelming.

Judging by how hard it was, it was only half-erect, but already so big it felt dangerous.

Was he really touching something human?

Hyunsoo turned his body to look down at it himself.

He fumbled over the bulge pressing up under the towel.

“When I drink, my sex drive gets stronger.”

Jooho, quietly offering up his groin, answered nonchalantly.

“No, no.”

Hyunsoo shook his head several times and ran a hand down his face.

“This is ridiculous. We haven’t even done anything yet. Who’s the teenager here, really?”

Jooho tucked Hyunsoo’s wet hair behind his ear and smiled sweetly.

“It’s because you’re just too sexy.”

“……”

“Should I say that?”

And in an instant, his smile vanished.

Almost fell for it.

Hyunsoo stepped back, rubbing at his mouth with his arm.

“…That kind of face attack isn’t going to work on me, you know?”

Judging by the smirk, Jooho didn’t believe him.

He’d already swallowed dryly and hesitated before speaking.

“Nothing to be scared of. I have a conscience and a brain, you know. Do you really think I’d just shove it in all of a sudden?”

“Then what are we… going to do?”

Jooho didn’t answer.

Instead, he reached a hand toward Hyunsoo’s lips.

He started by stroking his cheek, then soon pressed his thumb into the corner of his mouth.

He circled the inside of Hyunsoo’s cheek, then slipped his index, middle, and ring fingers into his mouth.

The way his fingers pressed and rubbed against Hyunsoo’s tongue was so suggestive that Hyunsoo’s eyelids began to droop.

Then he realized what this meant.

Hyunsoo grabbed Jooho’s arm with both hands and pulled the fingers out of his mouth.

“I’ve never put something that big in my mouth before! How is that any different from just shoving it in?”

Panicking, Hyunsoo tried to pull away, but Jooho pulled his wrist taut.

With his other hand, he shoved his thumb back into Hyunsoo’s mouth.

“So, you’ve had someone else’s cock in here before?”

Once again, Jooho’s fingers touched the soft inner lining of his cheek.

It zinged like a toothache.

Hyunsoo pushed his hand out of his mouth and turned his head away.

“So, you just want me to suck you right away?”

Jooho let go of Hyunsoo’s wrist.

Then he walked over to the bed, wiping Hyunsoo’s saliva off his hand onto the towel.

“Why, do you need to set the mood or something?”

“……”

“It’s kind of funny, guys doing that sort of thing.”

He stopped by the bed and shrugged toward Hyunsoo, then added,

“It’s not like we’re dating or anything.”

Hyunsoo definitely heard it.

Thud— a heavy something dropping, shaking the ground.

He thought it was an earthquake.

But everything around him was perfectly quiet.

It’s not like we’re dating.

He’d never thought of another man as a target for romance or love, even if he slept with them.

Hyunsoo was the same.

But for some reason, when Jooho said that, he felt like the ground beneath his feet was shaking.

What was that? What the hell was that?

Meanwhile, Jooho climbed onto the bed.

He lay back against the high, fluffed-up pillow, his eyes half-lidded as he silently watched Hyunsoo.

Then, he started stroking his cock through the towel.

It was as good as a silent demand.

Hyunsoo tousled his hair and walked over to the bed.

“Fine. I get it… Just dim the lights a bit, will you?”

With an infuriating grin, Jooho reached for the remote control.

“Aw, you want me to turn off the lights? That’s adorable.”

“……”

“What, are you embarrassed, Hyunsoo?”

That relaxed, grinning face was so annoying.

The fact that he found it sexy made him twice as irritated.

When Jooho pressed the controller, all the lights in the room dimmed at once.

The flickering glow of the scented candles stood out more, making the atmosphere just like a pair of lovers about to spend their first night together.

Of course, whatever Hyunsoo did with Jooho in this room, it would be anything but sweet—more like spicy, just like his tongue.

He stopped right next to where Jooho was lying.

With a solemn expression, Hyunsoo reached for the knot of his gown’s belt.

“Stop treating me like a virgin. Maybe I’m not at your level, but I’ve played around plenty and I know what I’m doing.”

For a moment, Jooho’s eyes changed.

He reached out and grabbed Hyunsoo’s wrist, muttering quickly in a low, serious voice with all playfulness gone.

“Don’t take it off. Get up here just like that.”

Then, rubbing his palm suggestively over the sharply defined lines of his broad chest, he patted it with his hand.

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Sit here.”

“……”

“Backwards.”

“You want to 69?”

“Such refined vocabulary. You could call it oral sex, too.”

“What you want to do isn’t exactly refined, you know?”

Haah.

He let out a sigh of exasperation, but honestly, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t accept.

Sleeping with a man felt like an adventure to Hyunsoo—something he could throw himself into without reservation.

Because he never saw men as targets for romance or love, they were just sex partners, so he could be bold.

He never hesitated to try something new.

So why did he keep hesitating in front of Yoon Jooho?

He wasn’t usually like this.

Ah… Fuck it, whatever.

He tousled his wet hair, then climbed onto the bed.

Still in his gown, he straddled Jooho’s chest—backwards.

Just knowing he was showing his back so defenselessly made every muscle tense.

Jooho’s right hand slid under his gown, stroking up his thigh.

As if telling him to relax, he stroked up and down, then with his left hand, slowly pressed down on Hyunsoo’s back.

Like someone about to dive underwater, Hyunsoo took a deep breath and bent forward.

Naturally, his hips pushed further back.

He tried not to think about Jooho’s chin poking into his butt.

First, he had to deal with the dynamite right in front of him.

He barely hooked a finger and tugged, but the towel unraveled so easily it slipped away.

The penis, slightly pressed under the towel, gently curved up and stood tall.

Damn. Even your cock is ridiculously pretty.