Squelch, squelch.
The crotch rubbing against his penis felt like it was going to melt like butter.
It felt as if a hard, slippery forearm was coming in and violating the space between his thighs at random.
“Hngh, hu, hss. Ha-ah, hnghhh…”
While clawing at Yoon Jooho’s arm wrapped around his chest, Song Hyunsoo reached his climax.
Kuh.
For a moment, Yoon Jooho hugged Song Hyunsoo tightly as if pushing him upward.
Letting out a beast-like sound, a groan to endure the pain, Yoon Jooho poured out his Semen almost at the same time.
Even while he was in the middle of Semen, he did not stop his panting hip movements.
“St-stop… Sunbae, stop, I, I, I’m coming… Hngh. Kk-.”
Likewise, Song Hyunsoo’s penis, currently in the middle of Semen, throbbed and jumped about.
The opaque liquid was scattered haphazardly over the transparent tempered glass.
Yoon Jooho, who held Song Hyunsoo tight with both arms, rubbed his lips against the earlobe he had been sucking on to his heart’s content.
“You always do that even though you know I can’t stop, don’t you?”
He did not pull away immediately even after the Semen was finished.
He put his Hand inside Song Hyunsoo’s T-shirt to caress his chest and abdomen, enjoying the afterglow with a deep kiss.
He also caressed Song Hyunsoo’s groin, which was completely exhausted, and his intermittently trembling genitals.
He slowly rotated his hips while keeping his own buried between the flesh of the buttocks.
Song Hyunsoo, who had been cupping Yoon Jooho’s cheeks and responding to the kiss, looked down with a frowning face.
“Sunbae, on my leg… it’s dripping. Tissue, tissue.”
Yoon Jooho hurriedly wiped the inside of Song Hyunsoo’s thigh with his own palm.
Song Hyunsoo’s knees trembled at that touch.
“Nnngh…”
“What are you going to do if you’re this sensitive?”
“It’s because it’s right after I went. Because of who did I go twice?”
Yoon Jooho chuckled and shoved his penis haphazardly back inside his zipper.
Then he returned with a towel from the built-in Drawer.
“Stand up straight. I’ll wipe you.”
“I’ll do it, give it to me.”
“Listen to me.”
Song Hyunsoo stood in front of the Desk where his Semen was splattered everywhere.
The touch of the towel wiping down his thighs, groin, penis, buttocks, and even the perineum behind the testicles was meticulous.
Watching him take care of every corner of his body with a serious face after sex always made Hyunsoo feel like his heart was warming up.
A silent face that treated a sturdy guy like him with extreme care, as if he were a delicate piece of craftsmanship.
Even the hair that had become a mess from being clawed at was lovely.
Song Hyunsoo reached out and stroked his disheveled hair.
“Good boy, our Yoon Sunbae.”
“You want to be penetrated without a Condom and Gel, don’t you?”
“Why do you get excited at being called a good boy? I really can’t figure out what your turn-on points are.”
As if it were funny even to himself, Yoon Jooho chuckled while wiping between the crack of Song Hyunsoo’s buttocks.
After slapping the cleanly wiped bare buttocks, he laid a new towel over the office chair.
“Sit down. I’ll bring you new Underwear.”
“A new one?”
Yoon Jooho pointed between Song Hyunsoo’s calves.
The black color of the drawers, which had been pulled down to reveal the inside, had turned a darker shade.
“It’s damp. You can’t wear that.”
He must be feeling uncomfortable wearing his own wet Underwear as well.
Even though he had a fastidious personality regarding hygiene.
Yoon Jooho, who brought the new Underwear, took off Song Hyunsoo’s shoes, Jeans, and drawers in order, and then put them on and shod him again in order.
“You don’t have to treat me like a patient anymore after we do it.”
Song Hyunsoo practically snatched his sneakers away from Yoon Jooho, who was trying to even put his shoes on for him.
Only then did Yoon Jooho straighten his back and stand up, entangling Song Hyunsoo’s hair between his fingers to roughly tidy it.
“It’s not treating you like a patient; it’s treating you like a Boyfriend.”
Then he wiped away the bodily fluids that had splattered on the Desk and the floor.
“Sunbae.”
Song Hyunsoo, who had finished putting on his shoes, called out to him as he was about to turn away with the towel.
When he grabbed and pulled the messily crumpled tie, he obediently leaned down this time as well.
Their lips meshed together.
Yoon Jooho, who seemed startled by the surprise kiss, soon relaxed his lips.
Hyunsoo could feel his lips curving softly.
Creak.
Placing his hand on the back of the chair behind Song Hyunsoo’s shoulder, he leaned his upper body deeper, putting his weight into it.
Stickily, his sweet Saliva pooled in Hyunsoo’s mouth.
The mucous membrane of the lower lip was rubbed softly.
A kiss with the lips that had carved his name.
Song Hyunsoo reached out both arms and hugged his neck.
Behind their shadows, which had become one as they shared a kiss, the intense orange sunset was melting down along the buildings.
S#2. Secret Senior-Junior Romance
Meow.
Meow.
Monroe was making a fuss on the Kitchen floor.
Yoon Jooho, who was unpacking a delivery Box on the island counter, glanced down.
With its tail held high and wagging gently, the creature was moving back and forth between Yoon Jooho and Song Hyunsoo.
Yoon Jooho laughed lightly as if he couldn’t help it.
“Yes, I get it. The Box is yours. So stop pestering me, you rascal.”
“I knew the delivery came yesterday. He must have been waiting since then.”
The two took the package out of the ice box inside the Box.
It was a Cat snack meal kit they had ordered to make for Monroe.
“Oh, the package is cute?”
“There should be a Recipe on the back.”
While Yoon Jooho checked the cooking method, Song Hyunsoo gave the emptied Box to Monroe.
After exploring it for a moment by tapping it with his front paw, the fellow seemed to decide it was safe and soon hid his body inside.
Then, lying down and rolling around in the not-so-wide Box, he began to rub his scent on it.
Song Hyunsoo captured that image of Monroe on Video.
“I can understand people who post pet videos and photos on SNS.”
Song Hyunsoo was passionate, even moving his position to capture the fellow’s appearance from various angles.
“Honestly, he’s too cute for only us to see.”
“The kid at our House is a bit cute.”
Meeeow.
Song Hyunsoo ended the recording only after zooming in on Monroe’s face as he curled up in the Box and tapped his tail.
After looking down at Monroe, who had a satisfied and triumphant expression, he moved closer behind Yoon Jooho’s back.
Song Hyunsoo, who hung his chin on the edge of his shoulder and looked back at his face, burst into laughter.
“Why is your expression so serious while looking at a meal kit Recipe?”
“Me?”
“It’s like you’re looking at a report card your son hid. The grades must be a total mess.”
Yoon Jooho chuckled, shaking his shoulders.
“Unfortunately, I don’t plan on having anything like a son. Or a daughter, of course.”
“Why? Because of me? Because you have me?”
“……”
It was a joke thrown out while being prepared to be told not to mess around.
Surprisingly, Yoon Jooho turned his head without a word and looked into Song Hyunsoo’s eyes for a moment.
Three seconds?
Five seconds?
It was a brief moment.
However, his eyes could convey many stories even in that instant.
Yoon Jooho’s Hand reached behind his shoulder and swept Song Hyunsoo’s hair back.
A characteristic touch that seemed rough at first glance but was actually tender.
The one Song Hyunsoo had liked from the beginning.
“Yeah, one guy like you who causes trouble is enough.”
“Ah, why are you being like this. My hair… it’s going to be completely ruined.”
Despite grumbling as if it were a nuisance, Song Hyunsoo couldn’t look him properly in the eye.
The back of his neck grew hot.
There’s no way I’d have a son or daughter.
Because I have you, because I’ll continue to be with you.
— It was the same as hearing those words.
Song Hyunsoo’s lips twitched behind Yoon Jooho’s back.
“What does it say? What should we do first?”
“Hmm, it says to mix this and this?”
Yoon Jooho explained while holding up the individually wrapped bags.
“We’ll need a bowl.”
Song Hyunsoo brought a mixing bowl.
It was a stainless steel bowl large enough to even make a salad.
“I don’t think we need one that big. Well, I guess it doesn’t matter.”
After washing their hands and standing side by side, they opened the ingredients and poured them into the bowl.
“You just have to knead it until the raw powder disappears.”
“There’s a lot of moisture, so we’ll only need to mix in a little water.”
Not long after they started the dough, Monroe, who had been rolling around with the Box, approached the two of them.
The fellow cried out in a higher voice than before.
Yoon Jooho looked down at the fellow who was meowing and rubbing his body against his calf.
It was clear he was crying to be held.
“He must be excited because it smells delicious.”
“He seems to know it’s his, doesn’t he?”
“He knows, this guy.”
“Look at him making such an earnest face.”
Song Hyunsoo chuckled and nudged Yoon Jooho’s elbow.
The Cat, with its head tilted all the way back, looked at the two of them alternately with glistening eyes.
Meow, meow.
“Does Monroe want to see this too? You want to see?”
In the end, Song Hyunsoo picked the fellow up, cradling him in his arm.
Curiosity filled the green pupils of the fellow as he explored the counter where various ingredients were spread out.