The sound of water pouring from the showerhead was all there was.
The sound of Yoon Jooho showering in the bathroom felt like the exclusive rain noise one enjoys alone in the early dawn when everyone else was asleep.
Lying on his back staring at the ceiling, Song Hyunsoo listened closely and occasionally chuckled quietly to himself.
Last night— or rather, this early morning— they had exhausted all their energy and passed out without even realizing when they fell asleep. It was probably after Hyunsoo’s fourth orgasm.
Four times. Even though I’m still in my twenties, this was the first time since my most sexually curious teenage years that something like this had happened.
The last ejaculation was almost clear liquid. He remembered confirming it in Yoon Jooho’s palm before collapsing forward— that was the last thing he recalled.
After waking up, Song Hyunsoo didn’t open his eyes immediately.
If Jooho had already left, he didn’t want to check the lonely room left behind. The events of the night might have felt like his own imagination, leaving a bitter aftertaste.
But when he opened his eyes, Yoon Jooho’s face was right in front of him, eyes closed.
What is this? Am I dead and in heaven? If an angel is sleeping here, this must be heaven.
He held his breath so the warmth of his nose wouldn’t wake Jooho, quietly admiring his sleeping face for a long while.
He looked so beautiful, like a sleeping beauty sealed by magic. Our Senior Yoon really is handsome when he just keeps his mouth shut.
In the morning light filtering through the Air Cap, Jooho, still peacefully asleep, looked pure and elegant. It was hard to believe he was the same man who had mercilessly thrust his hips all night long, even when I was nearly dead.
Come to think of it, Hyunsoo felt a dull ache throughout his lower body.
It wasn’t painful exactly, but an irritating dull throb that nagged at his nerves.
He’d endured it for at least three hours, changing positions repeatedly.
Just ejaculating wasn’t enough to relieve the backache. Now he understood why Yoon Jooho always said that.
Someone who had sex so violently— almost primitively pounding— wouldn’t be satisfied with just shaking his penis and ejaculating.
“Horny already this morning?”
Without opening his eyes, Yoon Jooho said that and slowly raised his eyelids.
“I can’t possibly sleep with such sticky eyes on me.”
He immediately started with a sarcastic remark as soon as he opened his eyes, but it didn’t matter. That was just Yoon Jooho.
After roughly sending him off to the bathroom with a “Stop talking nonsense and go wash up,” Hyunsoo thought,
Once Jooho’s done washing up, I should clean up too. Then I’ll make him something to eat… Ah, what should I make?
Just as he was about to get up and put on some underwear, the phone rang. The phone— his phone— was buried between the mattress and the wall near his feet.
The caller ID showed it was Grandmother.
Hyunsoo covered himself loosely with the bedding just over his waist and lay on his stomach to answer the call.
“Uh, Grandma. It’s me.”
[Why does your voice sound like that?]
“My voice?”
[It sounds all hoarse. Did you catch a cold or something?]
His earlobes grew hot. The reason his voice was cracked and hoarse was far from healthy.
“Ah… no. I just woke up, that’s why. Is there something wrong?”
[Nothing’s wrong. I just called to see if you were doing well.]
The grandson is doing well, Grandma. More than well, he’s so loved by someone he likes that his voice and waist are probably wrecked.
Grandmother went on about how nice the new house was.
[The sunlight comes in well, so my knees hurt less. Your Grandfather’s back is better too, they say.]
“That’s good to hear. Is there anything uncomfortable?”
Sunlight wouldn’t cure knees or backs, but if they felt that way, that was good enough.
[Oh dear, there’s a warehouse, an elevator, nothing uncomfortable at all. Nothing.]
Bending his calves and swinging them back and forth, Song Hyunsoo stretched his arms forward like he was waking up.
Even if he had to move somewhere smaller, he had no regrets about moving the hometown house.
[You should come visit your new place sometime.]
“Yeah, I’m planning to. I’ll probably be busy once filming starts, but I’ll come before that.”
Feeling the mattress dip and shift behind him, he suddenly turned his head.
Yoon Jooho was sitting on the edge of the mattress, wearing only his lower clothes with a towel draped over his head, looking at him.
His steady, pressing gaze felt like it was lighting a fire somewhere inside Hyunsoo’s body. He shyly rubbed behind his ear and avoided eye contact.
[I’ll make you anything you want to eat. What do you want?]
“Anything I want? Well, then… pa-jeon and…”
Jooho’s hand landed coolly on his calf. Without hesitation, it slid up his thigh under the blanket and reached toward his buttocks. Hyunsoo sharply lowered his head and cut off his words.
[Pa-jeon and what else?]
“Uh… I can’t think of anything right now. Grandma, I’ll call you again.”
He hurriedly ended the call and turned around. Just as he was about to say something, Jooho leaned back and rested his torso on Hyunsoo’s thigh.
“So, you were on the phone with Grandma.”
“Yeah, I figured it was her.”
“I thought it might be one of the guys you like.”
“What do you mean guys I like? Stop picking fights.”
“You’ve got a lot of guys you like. You’re well-connected.”
So he really doesn’t bring up the names of acquaintances anymore, even after all these years they’ve been close.
Lying down and looking at the window across the room, Yoon Jooho gestured toward it with his chin and said,
“Instead of taping Air Cap, you should have hung curtains first.”
“Did the brightness wake you?”
“How could I sleep with it so bright?”
“Even so, you slept until eleven…”
Jooho flexed his abs and raised his torso.
“If there had been curtains, I would have slept longer.”
Next time I move, maybe I’ll try hanging curtains.
No, not just to prepare for when Yoon Jooho comes over. Curtains look nice and help with heating too. They’re good for a lot of things. I should ask Jung Ho what to buy.
As he thought that and was about to get up, Jooho lifted the bedding and immediately reached his hand between Hyunsoo’s thighs.
“What? Why are you touching me again?”
He pressed down on Hyunsoo’s legs, making it impossible to get up, and glanced over.
“Does it kill you just to be touched?”
Jooho’s fingers searched between his buttocks, looking for the anal hole.
“Literally, yes. Because of you. Move away!”
“Just stay still. I want to see if it’s swollen.”
“Of course it’s swollen! After you pounded me for hours.”
Despite Hyunsoo’s complaints, Jooho silently explored between his butt cheeks.
It was embarrassing to expose that place so brightly in the morning, not to mention at night during sex. Hyunsoo’s voice grew louder from the awkwardness.
“That’s why I told you to take it easy. You’re over thirty and still can’t control your libido. If you get horny and just go at it like that, is that what being an adult is?”
“You’re the one looking for moderate sex already. Is that something a twenty-something should say?”
Jooho spread the hole open with his index and middle fingers while his other hand traced the folds inside. Heat rose at the back of Hyunsoo’s neck.
“If you want it moderate, why have sex at all? Just masturbate.”
Jooho gently rubbed the soft, bulging flesh inside. A moan threatened to escape from Hyunsoo’s lower belly.
“I checked already, so enough touching. Stop it now.”
Pulling back the blanket, he got up and searched for his briefs somewhere. He slipped his legs into them. The weight on his lower body made his back ache again, and his hands automatically went to his waist.
“Go wash properly.”
“Go out? Where?”
“You said you’re looking for a place.”
“Oh… you’re going out without eating?”
“The appointment’s soon. I’ll grab a sandwich on the way.”
Yoon Jooho stood up from the mattress and walked toward the desk. Watching him fiddle with the wristwatch left on the desk, Hyunsoo ruffled his hair and left the room.
The bathroom was still warm, the humidity lingering. Tossing his clothes into the washing machine and standing under the warm stream of water, he felt the muscle aches throughout his body, not just in his lower half, begin to ease.
Adjusting the showerhead so the water poured down to his chest, he reached behind to his buttocks. He was trying to wash out the remaining semen and lubricant still inside his anal area.
‘“So you’ll be thinking about this all day, huh?”’
Just as he had predicted, the rough traces where Yoon Jooho’s thick member had come and gone were still strongly present around there.
So this was the hole Jooho had entered, and this was the bathroom where Jooho had just showered.
Wow, I really am such a pervert…
Just as he chuckled softly, the bathroom door opened without a knock.
Hyunsoo, used to not locking the door since he lived alone, was startled and immediately withdrew the hand he’d been exploring below.
Naked, Yoon Jooho walked into the bathroom as if it was nothing.
“W-what are you doing?”
“You have to help me get it out.”
“I’ll do it myself, so just leave!”
He turned slightly to cover himself and raised his voice over his shoulder, but Jooho didn’t care and stepped right under the water stream.
“I’m not the kind of bastard who leaves a mess without cleaning up.”
“What you’re offering to do is even worse! Just go.”
Trying to push Jooho away, Hyunsoo ended up having his arm grabbed.
“I won’t do anything. I’m just going to help you get it out, so hold still.”
He pushed Hyunsoo’s nape against the wall opposite the showerhead. The cold tile quickly turned lukewarm where his body touched it.
Water sprayed over Hyunsoo’s back and splashed down the curve of his buttocks.
Jooho’s hand, which had caressed the entire buttock area, slipped between the cheeks. His lips settled on the wet shoulder.