Stepping out of the warm, steam-filled bathroom, the drafty rooftop felt less cold and more refreshingly cool for just that moment.
Wearing soft rabbit slippers and training pants over his briefs, Song Hyunsoo shook the towel draped over his head to get rid of the moisture and made his way back to his room.
The TV was playing , featuring Yoon Jooho.
Yoon Jooho was the steadfast, devoted protector standing quietly by the side of the heroine who was hopelessly in love with someone else.
To forget her heartbreak, the heroine proposed a reckless flirtation to Jooho.
But on screen, Jooho refused the chance to hold her.
“I’m sorry. I… truly love you.”
“Then you could save me from this feeling. I’m so miserable. I don’t know what to do because I want to ruin myself.”
“Are you really that clueless?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I really am a fool, just like you say.”
“How could I sell my heart for such cheap consolation? It’s not just that I want you—I sincerely love you.”
Tears glistened in Yoon Jooho’s beautiful eyes as he held her shoulders gently.
Frozen in place, Song Hyunsoo watched Yoon Jooho’s performance of pure devotion. The real Jooho he knew would never say such things—and simply couldn’t.
“‘If our needs don’t match, there’s nothing we can do. I pick and choose who I let in, but I never hold on to those who leave.’”
That was the real Jooho.
Yet despite that, the desperation in the Jooho on screen looked genuine. The heartfelt, resolute love story resonated deeply when it aired, cementing the National Little Brother’s place as the National Boyfriend.
Had he thought of that person while acting? Was that why his performance felt so real?
Feeling a sharp pain like a needle pressing into his left chest, Song Hyunsoo turned his gaze.
He fixed his eyes on the corner beneath the hanger, almost glaring.
Squatting down with a towel around his neck, he pulled out a box he had hidden away deep inside.
After placing the box on the mattress, he turned off the neon lamp and muted the TV. The TV screen now served as a dim light source.
He spread out a towel he had prepared beforehand, knelt down, and sat facing the box with an almost solemn expression.
Inside the box were several anal masturbation tools.
Various sizes and shapes of plugs and dildos, multiple condoms, finger condoms, and gels.
In truth, he wasn’t the type to use such tools for masturbation. Even when with a man, he hadn’t preferred penetrative sex.
He didn’t want to endure the cumbersome cleanup because of someone who didn’t love it, nor had experience shown it to be worth the trouble.
“I want to fuck you.”
Pressing his half-erect penis tight against Song Hyunsoo’s ass from behind, Yoon Jooho had pleaded like that.
“I want to shove this inside your body and shake you until you cry you’re going to kill me.”
The memory of that broken, excited voice whispering in his ear made his lower body twitch.
It was after that day he ordered a plug for the first time.
No matter how Yoon Jooho thought or how magically skilled he was, some preparation was necessary to accept that size.
Rummaging through the box, Song Hyunsoo picked up the thickest dildo.
After all the training so far, today was finally the day he would challenge it.
An XXL-sized dildo that vibrated and rotated to massage the prostate.
The toy was a sleek black rod with a handle—its design wasn’t bad.
The flesh-colored models with veins that perfectly mimicked a penis were ugly and repulsive, so he never wanted to put them in his cart.
After seeing Jooho’s penis—thick, long, and beautiful—those dark, purplish things looked disgusting in photos, making him frown naturally.
Vrrrr, vrrrrr.
Testing it out, Song Hyunsoo used the remote control to rotate the toy. The smooth, soft top rotated 360 degrees with a faint vibration sound.
Though thinner than Jooho’s penis, if he could stretch this far, he considered himself ready.
Stripping off his lower clothes, he placed a pillow behind his back and spread the towel to sit down.
He put earphones in and played a video he had saved on YouTube.
Excitement exploding: Yoon Jooho Melodrama Acting Highlight Compilation.
Someone had edited together only Jooho’s acting scenes.
For the entire 25 minutes, he could see only Jooho’s face and hear only Jooho’s voice.
Since their first intimate encounter on his birthday, this video had become Song Hyunsoo’s go-to masturbation material.
“I’m not waiting for her.”
The first line shot through his eardrums and sent a thrilling shiver through his shoulders.
With a finger condom on, Song Hyunsoo started exploring himself.
Having just washed in the shower and coated with thick, clear gel, the area was softer than usual.
“Waiting means it ends when the goal is reached.”
Each syllable was clear and smooth as the voice flowed in his ears.
“Hngh.”
Adding another finger, Song Hyunsoo squeezed his eyes shut.
“‘You must have sensitive ears.’”
Jooho’s low chuckle echoed in his memory, overlapping the voice of acting Jooho.
“‘Don’t you want to do it with me? Right here.’”
He recalled the teasing fingertips rubbing around his anus.
The inner wall twitched and clung to his fingers—proof that he was feeling it properly.
Jooho must have felt this sensation too when touching there, right?
Thinking so, he rubbed the outside of his thigh against the bedding.
I want to do it. That’s why I’m doing this now.
I wasn’t originally a fan of anal sex.
“‘Hmm, feels softer than last time.’”
Because he had been touching himself like this alone.
Imagining Jooho’s fingers slowly stirring inside, caressing the inner walls before revealing their true colors—plunging deeply and mercilessly.
“Haah, huh. Ha… huh.”
Slowly withdrawing his fingers from the loosened anus, his half-erect cock rested on his right hip.
There had been no excitement at first when he did this alone. But now…
Because he was so sexually aroused, his hands trembled lightly as he put a condom and gel on the black dildo.
Jooho’s sweet whispers continued through the earphones.
Song Hyunsoo brought the dildo to his entrance.
His lower body twitched as it clenched and loosened repeatedly.
Matching the rhythm, he pushed the dildo’s head in.
“‘They say oral won’t work, but you know this?’”
Recalling Jooho’s hands gripping and kneading his groin, he bit his lip tightly.
He could almost hear the sticky sound of friction between palm and flesh.
“‘Every time I rub here like this… water drips from the front.’”
“Hhnngh, huh.”
Looking down with tears in his eyes, he saw a thin liquid leaking from the tip.
The dildo was already halfway swallowed deep inside.
I never thought this would fit in.
The sensations grew clearer by the second.
His toes curled with the urge to grasp his penis and shake it.
Not even lewd moans or dirty talk—just hearing a normal voice while getting aroused and masturbating.
Was he becoming quite the pervert?
The guilt tried to control his pleasure.
Yet he couldn’t stop pushing the dildo further inside.
This training was supposed to be just about stretching.
But now it felt like a strange habit was forming.
He wouldn’t be able to climax without Jooho’s voice…
Thinking of Jooho aroused him, but what was inside him was lifeless silicone.
He wanted Jooho’s real thing, not a toy.
What would it feel like when Jooho entered?
What kind of sex would they have?
Would the proud prince Jooho, drunk on the ecstasy of penetration, also babble words of love?
“Huuuh, uh. Huh.”
Caressing his irregularly beating chest, he pushed the dildo deeper.
If he tried a bit more, it might go all the way in.
Even though the heater mat was on, he was naked without a blanket, and sweat dampened his chest and lower belly.
As he reached for the gel bottle on the mattress to squeeze out more, a faint unfamiliar sound filtered through the earphones.
He pulled one earphone out.
Someone was knocking on the door violently.
Fuck, what now?
Had the chicken delivery downstairs come to the wrong house again?
If so, this time he’d just eat it himself.
Hurriedly, he pulled out the dildo and roughly wiped his lower half with the towel.
His cock shrank instantly.
He threw on a sweatshirt over his bare skin.
Bang, bang.
The knocking continued rhythmically and incessantly.
He didn’t even have time to put on briefs, slipping only into training pants.
Without slippers, he stepped onto the cold floor and flung open the door.
His voice was far from gentle.
“Who is it? Who the hell knocks on someone else’s door at this hour…!”
“Me.”
“……”
He heard it clearly but couldn’t believe it.
No way. He must have misheard.
He’d just been masturbating while listening to Yoon Jooho’s voice.
He must be hallucinating now.
“Who… are you?”
“Is there any other guy who’d come to my place at this hour besides me?”
Maybe not, but there was only one guy who would spout such nonsense.
As if obeying a command ruling his brain, Song Hyunsoo stepped on the slippers by the door and opened it.
Unbelievably, standing under the pouring snowflakes was really Yoon Jooho.