While Song Hyunsoo ordered the Huangdo and arranged the dishes in the dishwasher, Monroe slipped out of the kitchen and ventured into the living room.
It was hard to believe he was ever shy, as the little creature explored and rummaged about everywhere.
In the spacious room flooded with white sunlight, a small cat hopped around. That alone brought a warmth to the somewhat desolate living room.
Even if Monroe scratched the expensive Italian imported furniture, Yoon Jooho wouldn’t complain, so Song Hyunsoo didn’t worry no matter what the cat got up to.
Coming downstairs from his second-floor room with a change of clothes and underwear in hand, Song Hyunsoo found Monroe curled up and dozing on the long lounge chair by the window. The little one seemed tired from his first outing.
Careful not to wake him, Hyunsoo tiptoed into the Master Zone, softening the sound of his slippers. Inside the large shower booth of the bathroom, Yoon Jooho, rinsing off soap suds, beckoned him in.
Is he really the sick one? How can he be so sexy?
After finishing brushing his teeth at the sink, Song Hyunsoo shrugged off his clothes and stepped into the shower booth.
Watching Jooho stand relaxed under the warm water, his naked form was breathtaking.
His toned body was composed entirely of curves. The deltoids rolled from shoulder to arm, the triceps sharply defined.
The teres major and latissimus dorsi traced along either side of his spine. His sleek waist curved daringly toward firm hips, descending into thighs marked by the biceps femoris.
His tall physique looked both strong and elegant.
Jooho wiped water from his face with both hands, then pulled Song Hyunsoo toward him from behind. With the water striking their necks at an angle, their lips met.
Even a brief kiss stirred their bodies with desire again. After yesterday’s passion, it was unbelievable how their bodies still yearned.
Jooho bit gently on Hyunsoo’s lower lip, then released it. His eyes, gazing upward, were dark with lust.
Instead of a towel, Jooho scooped gel into his hand and began lathering Hyunsoo’s body.
“I’ll do it. You should go lie down soon…”
“What about Monroe?”
“He’s napping in the living room chair after playing.”
Ignoring Hyunsoo’s suggestion, Jooho massaged his way from neck to shoulders, ribs, chest, and stomach.
“Ugh.”
Suddenly, his arms pulled Hyunsoo’s waist, pressing belly to belly in an embrace. With moist eyes, Jooho gazed down, rubbing Hyunsoo’s back as they clung to each other.
Whether this was a continuation of the shower or something more intimate was unclear.
Unwittingly, Hyunsoo grasped Jooho’s waist in return. The remaining lather made Jooho’s skin slick. The friction between their lower bodies made Hyunsoo’s glute muscles tense involuntarily.
“Hnnng. Hup…”
Jooho’s hand slid down, caressing and circling Hyunsoo’s buttocks, delving into the cleft between the cheeks.
Hyunsoo exhaled weakly, burying his lips in Jooho’s shoulder.
The illicit touch that parted and stroked the supple flesh, exploring every secret spot, was irresistibly obscene.
From behind, fingers moved between his legs, fondling Hyunsoo’s testicles. Heat surged through his body. Clinging tightly to Jooho’s form, he twisted his waist to press their groins together.
He’s supposed to be sick, I shouldn’t let this happen. I need to stop him.
Though these thoughts raced through his mind, letting go of this sweet body and the dizzying pleasure it offered was far from easy.
“I—I’ll do it!”
Feeling as if tearing raw flesh, he pushed against Jooho’s waist and stepped back.
Thud.
But Jooho shoved him against the glass wall behind them.
“Ahh, uh…”
This time, Jooho’s hands moved directly to Hyunsoo’s genitals. His large, foam-covered hands gripped and stroked the penis, sending Hyunsoo into a daze.
Pressing his head against the glass, he clutched Jooho’s nape tightly.
“Haa, hhk. Hoo. Hah.”
He parted his wet lips, gasping, eyes fixed downward. Jooho lathered his own penis with foam, swelling it hard.
The glans twitched and rubbed against Hyunsoo’s, kissing as if with lips. The raw, vivid scene captivated Hyunsoo’s gaze.
“Hngk, hhk. Hah. Hk.”
His lower abdomen pulsed rapidly, swelling and contracting like it would burst. Jooho’s movements mirrored his. A thin strand of pre-cum stretched between their glans pressed tightly together.
“Ah, no. Stop, stop it.”
“Why?”
“You’re supposed to be sick… Why are you so turned on?”
“It’s just a light release during the shower.”
Jooho lowered his head, kissing Hyunsoo’s cheek and bridge of his nose. Though knowing the logic was weak, Hyunsoo couldn’t push him away. Nor did he want to.
“Ugh.”
Pushing Hyunsoo toward the glass as if to pin him inside, Jooho grasped both wrists and fixed them above his head, using his entire body to fondle Hyunsoo’s naked form.
“Umm, hmm.”
Like punishment, Hyunsoo’s arms stretched, exposing his armpits, fueling his arousal.
Their slick skin made even slight friction intensely exciting.
Thick chest muscles bulged sharply, connecting to the waistband of his briefs, the rigid, heated penis, smooth pubic hair, and strong thighs with distinct muscle separations—all of Jooho’s fervent touches against Hyunsoo’s body felt meltingly good.
Licking upward from Hyunsoo’s jaw to beneath his ear along the jawline, Jooho whispered in a hoarse voice.
“Your body feels good.”
As if their brains were linked, Hyunsoo thought the same.
Lowering his body, legs spread shamelessly, Jooho pushed his penis between Hyunsoo’s thighs.
Swollen thick and large, it slipped back and forth, rubbing the tender flesh between his legs.
The wet skin and penis created unmistakable sounds that evoked insertion and intercourse—raw, crude, messy squelches.
Flesh hit flesh, moisture squelched in between.
“Hhh… hhk. Hhph. Hh.”
Hyunsoo squeezed his thighs tightly around Jooho’s member, but hopelessly, it wasn’t enough.
The restless emptiness behind him ached. He wanted to hold Jooho inside, to connect through his secret hole.
He wanted to do that with him. He wanted to see Jooho’s face panting with excitement as he entered and exited his body.
Grabbing and twisting Hyunsoo’s hips with both hands, Jooho muttered painfully.
“If I go in now, it’ll slide right in, huh?”
“…You want to?”
“……”
“We did yesterday, so it should still be soft.”
Jooho’s eyes, half-lidded, looked down.
“Isn’t the sick guy not supposed to be horny?”
“I hate it more when you tease me halfway.”
Hyunsoo turned, showing him his back. Though not trained by an expert like Jooho, he was somewhat confident in his body. Not weak, not frail.
Resting his forehead against the glass wall, he grasped his firm buttocks with both hands and spread them.
“Ah…”
Warm tongue touched his ear, then the large glans rubbed against his anal opening. Just the anticipation of entry made his heels lift. Jooho’s breath, low and grumbling as if angry, filled the air.
“You’re spreading your ass and showing everything like that? You really love a man’s cock that much?”
Using his chest to press on Hyunsoo’s back, Jooho roughly pushed the glans inside. The tight, clingy entrance forced itself open only as much as he pushed.
“It wasn’t that great… but yeah, hhk, big’s definitely better… hhngk. Hup!”
Jooho’s hand slid to Hyunsoo’s penis, wrapping and fondling it. His hot breath warmed Hyunsoo’s ear, and kisses rained over his jaw and cheeks.
The other hand slipped between his legs, fingers obsessively exploring the edge of their contact point.
“Bite and suck it with your hole. Like last night.”
“Hah, hhk! Hk.”
Whispering obscenities like a prayer, Hyunsoo squirmed. The pre-cum leaking down made the palm of Jooho’s hand and Hyunsoo’s cock soaking wet.
His anus stretched wide, almost painfully full. Halfway inside, Jooho already began moving back and forth.
His mercilessly thick, long shaft slid out leaving just the glans, then plunged deep again between Hyunsoo’s spread cheeks. The obscene panting repeated in vivid detail.
“Hhh… hhk… hhph, hah.”
Drool dripped from Hyunsoo’s mouth, pressed against the tile wall by his cheek instead of his forehead.
The slick, sticky sounds of flesh meeting flesh at their connected bodies made the act feel all the more real.
Jooho’s sex was neither gentle nor tender, but it was all the more addictive.
Like an addict chasing constant stimulation, despite the violent thrusts that seemed to wreck his insides, despite the relentless persistence when he tried to pull away, Hyunsoo had finally succumbed.
Quiet, restrained sex no longer satisfied him.
Jooho shook Hyunsoo’s body repeatedly with upward thrusts. Pressing the glans against the glass wall, he scratched it.
“Hahk, hah! Hah, uhng! Hh!”
His body trembled as if set ablaze, reaching climax. As semen splattered on the moist glass, Jooho came almost simultaneously, withdrawing his penis immediately after.
Plop, plop. Hot drops of cum stretched long between Hyunsoo’s thighs before falling.
“Hah, hh… hhk… hoo…”
Unable to move, trembling his thighs and panting, Hyunsoo felt Jooho press close behind him. Pulling him upright with an embrace, Jooho’s warm chest steadied him.
Though he’d firmly believed the pain, a fleeting thought crossed his mind: maybe it was all a ruse.
“You’re really sick, right?”
Rubbing his still-hard penis against Hyunsoo’s sacrum, Jooho nibbled on his earlobe.
“I have headaches, a sore throat, chills.”
Repeating the same answers he gave earlier, Hyunsoo shrugged it off as if it didn’t matter. Jooho, however, silenced him with a deep kiss. It was a demanding, probing kiss that sought to possess.
The sensation was pleasurable, but swallowing the sleek, solid flesh invading his mouth clouded his mind once again.