Chapter 120: Dissolve: His Last Choice

Fingertips fidgeted around the entrance, pressing firmly.

“I consider this a medical procedure.”

“What kind of doctor… rubs lips on shoulders? That’s serious sexual harassment.”

“It’s a service to relieve the patient’s tension.”

Leaning his forehead against the tiled wall, Song Hyunsoo shook his head and chuckled. A quiet, short laugh escaped from beside his ear.

“Ugh…”

But the laughter didn’t last long. Yun Jooho’s fingers squirmed deeper into the slightly swollen, sensitive entrance.

The body, still remembering the intense activity from just hours ago, recoiled in fear. His waist and hips tensed as Jooho caressed his side.

“Ha! Hah… hmph.”

Another finger slid in. Song Hyunsoo’s breath immediately grew uneven. Jooho’s lips, slowly tracing over his shoulder, now moved between the nape of his neck and behind his ear, planting soft kisses. It was practically an erotic caress.

Inside, Jooho’s two fingers spread wide in a V shape.

“Wh-what are you…!”

Song Hyunsoo tried to turn and resist, but Jooho pushed him back with his chest.

“I’m keeping you open, so tighten up.”

“I could just—”

“Shhh, hurry.”

With a bite on his earlobe and a sharp urging, Hyunsoo reluctantly pressed his forehead back against the tile wall.

The man behind him steeled his resolve, making it clear that he wouldn’t back down until he got what he wanted.

“Spread your legs more.”

Following the command, Hyunsoo widened the gap between his feet. Jooho’s other hand, not yet inside, firmly wrapped around his waist and pressed against his lower abdomen.

“Bend your knees slightly. It’ll be easier to tense up that way.”

What on earth was this…

Let’s just finish quickly. He bit his lip and tightened his lower abdomen.

“Ugh… yeah.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Jooho whispered in a husky, teasing voice by his ear.

Plop, plop. A blob of fluid fell onto the wet tile floor.

“Haah, ha…”

Song Hyunsoo exhaled sharply and looked down.

How many times had Jooho climaxed? Three? Four? He wasn’t sure. After the second time, he was barely conscious.

What he did remember was that, after the first ejaculation with a condom, Jooho had never once pulled out inside him.

The amount of semen he had poured out was staggering, mingling with lubricant into a pale, milky mass. It was obscene to think of so much of a man’s seed filling him up like that—and spilling between his thighs.

The pale glob slowly diluted and washed away down the stream of water spraying from behind.

There was no denying the strange excitement that rose with his shame.

Just the two of them sharing a moment like this—something no one else could ever see—felt like a secret foreplay.

Jooho’s breath, unstable as he bit Hyunsoo’s earlobe and dug inside his belly, was equally unsteady.

“I do have a lot, don’t I.”

“For a guy over thirty, well…”

“I poured out this much. You think you’re not pregnant?”

“That’s nonsense…”

“They said my sperm’s really potent. The hospital warned me to be careful.”

Jooho’s hand scraped the inner walls, trying to squeeze out the remnants that hadn’t come out just by tensing.

His movements inside felt harsh, and every time he brushed that intimate spot, Hyunsoo twisted his waist.

“If you were worried about that, you should’ve used a condom.”

Jooho rested his chin on Hyunsoo’s shoulder from behind. When Hyunsoo turned his head toward the steady gaze, Jooho grinned slyly.

“I’m worried you might be pregnant.”

“Stop with the crazy talk.”

Jooho chuckled and grabbed the showerhead lodged against the opposite wall.

He aimed it under Hyunsoo’s thighs and reversed the direction, shooting a fountain of water into the open gap he’d forced.

“Ugh.”

Hyunsoo’s shoulders tightened, and his thighs squeezed together. Jooho’s knee wedged between, forcing them apart.

“We have to get it all out. You want to keep running to the bathroom?”

“Who left such a mess like this!”

It was one embarrassing pose and situation after another. Hyunsoo slammed his fist against the tiled wall in frustration, blaming Jooho. The man rubbed his nose against Hyunsoo’s ear and whispered.

“Yeah, I’m a bastard. That’s why I’m reflecting right now.”

Reflection my ass. He was enjoying this while making me do it… Well, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it either…

Hyunsoo’s shoulder twitched as he leaned his forehead against the wall like a player caught in a game of hide and seek. Jooho’s hand slipped slowly out from inside him, moving forward.

“Why there?”

“I got a little hard.”

“You were touching me from behind like that… and you’re not hard?”

Something much thicker, warmer, and swollen than fingers rubbed between his buttocks. Jooho’s cock was stirring, struggling to rise.

“Both of us are naked, and we’re in the bathroom. You want to pretend you’re not hard?”

Jooho reached out and returned the showerhead to its place. Then he squeezed some shower gel and rubbed it onto Hyunsoo’s chest.

“You said you weren’t going to do anything.”

“You saw me cum inside your ass. What else do you expect?”

“I really can’t now. It feels like the inside is all raw.”

Grasping Jooho’s wrist just as he tried to slide down toward his cock across his belly, Hyunsoo pleaded.

“I won’t put it in. Just rub it.”

Jooho grabbed Hyunsoo’s shoulder and spun him around.

“There’s nothing left to come out… uh. Hmm.”

Again, when things got tricky, he sealed it with a kiss. This guy really had a terrible habit.

Grumbling silently, Hyunsoo parted his lips and accepted Jooho’s lips and tongue.

“Mm…”

“See? You like kissing.”

“Shut up… huh. Mmm.”

Soap slicked over his back, hips, chest, and cock wherever Jooho’s hands touched. Holding each other tight like that, rubbing skin against skin was intoxicating.

They trapped their cocks between their bellies and ground their bodies together. Eyes locked closely, their tongues tangled above and below.

Flesh bulging from their bodies shifted and slipped against each other, an unbearable sensation.

“Ugh, hmm!”

He felt like he could be swallowed whole by Jooho’s sparkling deep eyes.

Looking into those eyes as they kissed, a thought crossed his mind. Jooho hadn’t done this last night.

Even after multiple climaxes and sex, Jooho was always behind him. Lying prone, lying sideways. Lifting hips, lowering hips. Trying various positions, but all of them were ultimately from behind.

That night in Myeonghaeri.

They had rubbed each other in the car, but there was no penetration.

Was it mere coincidence? Or was it a habit?

“Haah, huff, huh, hyung…”

Rubbing his fully erect cock against Jooho’s lower abdomen, Hyunsoo called out to him without realizing how desperate his voice sounded.

Now that he knew the sensation of connection through their cocks, it felt endlessly insufficient. He had discovered the physical pleasure of being closest to Jooho.

He wanted to go deeper, to take him somewhere no one else knew. He wrapped his arms around Jooho’s neck, lifted his legs, and locked them around Jooho’s waist, grinding.

Jooho never took his eyes off him. His thigh, wrapped tightly around Jooho’s waist, was stroked broadly and then gripped as if ready to burst.

“You want me to put it in?”

“Hah, hmph. Hnnh.”

He didn’t want to admit it, but it was true. Jooho’s expression looked pained too.

“No. You really won’t be able to walk.”

“Ugh, mm…”

Instead, Jooho pushed his tongue deep into Hyunsoo’s mouth like a substitute and pressed him against the tiles with his whole body.

He hooked his arm behind Hyunsoo’s right knee and lifted his slippery body repeatedly.

“Ugh, mm. Hmm. Hff.”

Mimicking penetration with his flexible hips, Hyunsoo reached climax first. He thought there was nothing left, but still he got hard again, and something came out… The human body was mysterious.

Soon after, Jooho tensed all his muscles and poured his fluids between their chests and bellies.

Even after climaxing, they held and caressed each other, tongues tangled for a long while.

■

Outside, a good layer of snow had settled. Yet the sky remained heavy and gray, as if ready to pour more down.

Yun Jooho, who had Song Hyunsoo in his car, headed toward Gangnam. Not far from his own home. He was probably going to meet the so-called “expert” first. Hyunsoo didn’t think much of it.

Jooho parked in front of a newly built building, unbuckled his seatbelt, and glanced at Hyunsoo’s face.

“You still not feeling well?”

“Just… it’s not painful, more like uncomfortable.”

He staggered when he walked and shifted his posture often even sitting, making Jooho quietly concerned. Yeah, at least have some conscience.

“Where exactly does it hurt? Explain it in detail.”

“W-why would I explain in detail?”

“How else will I know?”

“Ah, it’s really embarrassing. I’m fine, stop asking!”

With a flushed face, he brushed it off and got out of the passenger seat first. Suddenly, someone called out to Song Hyunsoo.

“Hyunsoo!”

Who could be calling him in a place like this?

As he slipped his arm into his jumper and absentmindedly turned toward the voice, Seo Hae was just stepping out of another car.

“Oh? Hyung, hello!”

Feeling happy, Hyunsoo took a few steps toward him, but some force pulled him back in place.

Jooho, who had gotten out behind him, grabbed the back of Hyunsoo’s jacket with a cold expression.

“You start hitting on anyone you see, then flip the tables?”

His tone was serious, and his gaze sharp.

“What are you talking about? I’m just sociable. I’m literally the most approachable ESFP of all the MBTI types.”

Jooho shrugged and sneered cynically.

“That means you just blindly follow anyone.”