“You make it sound like some kind of sport.”
Even though his lower body was already half-melted by Yoon Jooho’s lewd whisper, Song Hyunsoo did his best to respond as if nothing was wrong.
“We agreed you wouldn’t put it in. Something that big’s never going in without preparation.”
From inside the folds of the gown, Yoon Jooho ran his thumb over Hyunsoo’s nipple several times.
“It’s attached to me, you know. Don’t you think I’d know best?”
“If you know, then why are you… hngh.”
Song Hyunsoo, who had been enduring the nipple assault, suddenly scrunched his face in pain. Yoon Jooho’s other hand slipped under the gown and stroked up his thigh.
Yoon Jooho whispered, rubbing his lips against Hyunsoo’s earlobe.
“I might be a bastard, but I’m not a total piece of shit, right?”
Hearing those words in the voice he liked, even being called a bastard or a piece of shit sounded sweet, making his shoulders tense again and again. Was he sick or something?
Yoon Jooho lifted the hem of the gown and slid his hand from the back of Hyunsoo’s thigh to the front, pushing between his legs.
“You know how to do it like this, right?”
“……”
Nod.
“Did you do it with that hyung, too?”
“Ah, come on!”
He thought Yoon Jooho was just teasing him with a grin. But he wasn’t. When Hyunsoo turned around in a huff, Yoon Jooho’s gaze was serious. It wasn’t just a joke.
“You’ve probably tried everything yourself, haven’t you?”
Muttering as if to himself, Yoon Jooho smiled silently, not showing his teeth, while rubbing the back of his neck.
It was the shy smile of a boy embarrassed after a confession. Someone who wants to press his cock between another man’s thighs and thrust his hips shouldn’t smile that innocently.
Not so bright and clean like that.
“I wasn’t complimenting you, you know?”
Stretching out the hand that had been rubbing his neck, Yoon Jooho pulled Hyunsoo into his arms. As Hyunsoo lost his balance and fell into his embrace, Jooho held him tight and looked down at him with lowered eyelids.
“I’ll set the mood this time. That’s enough, right?”
Still holding Hyunsoo by the waist, he kissed him between the brows. His lips slid down the bridge of Hyunsoo’s nose and settled over his upper lip.
Even after that, he didn’t use his tongue for a while, just rubbing the outer surface of Hyunsoo’s lips.
Was this his way of setting the mood? Thinking that, Hyunsoo started to find it endearing.
How could someone so shameless in bed, who’d climb on his chest and press his glans against his lips, be so awkward about this?
“Mmh, mm.”
Wrapping his arms around Yoon Jooho’s back, Hyunsoo accepted the kiss. He parted his lips first and licked Jooho’s lips.
The playful kiss didn’t last long. Their tongues rubbed against each other outside their lips, and the intensity of the kiss deepened quickly.
Yoon Jooho squeezed Hyunsoo’s butt hard through the gown and, with a show of strength, lifted him up into his arms, tossing him onto the bed.
Right behind him, Yoon Jooho crawled onto the bed, grabbed Hyunsoo’s waist tie, and pulled it loose. Hyunsoo rolled over onto his stomach.
As soon as he got on all fours, Yoon Jooho pressed close to his butt. Rolling the gown up to Hyunsoo’s lower back, he wedged his member between Hyunsoo’s thighs.
The sensation of that thick, slick shaft squeezing in between his legs.
“Mmm…”
Hyunsoo hugged the big, soft pillow in front of him, lips pressed tight as he moaned. Burying his face, he tightened his thighs even more.
With his legs clamped together, Yoon Jooho’s cock began to slowly thrust in and out.
Every time it slid out and pushed in deep, the glans bumped Hyunsoo’s balls, lifting and nudging them, and the shaft jostled his own. Damn, just how long is it?
As the glans swelled, its outline became even more pronounced, and every time it pulled out, he could feel it scraping against his skin.
That rough friction kept making Hyunsoo think of what it felt like to be penetrated. Each time, he tensed his butt without realizing it.
The moment he thought Yoon Jooho might be watching his twitching hole, fingers began to rub over his entrance.
“What are you trying to do…!”
As Hyunsoo tried to lift his upper body, Yoon Jooho pressed down on his back.
“It’s just my fingers, so relax.”
“I told you, I don’t like pain!”
“Don’t worry. You’re already wet.”
Wet? How could a man’s hole possibly be wet…
Just then, the finger swirling around his tightly closed entrance pressed in firmly. There was resistance, but it didn’t hurt.
“You were dripping just a while ago. Didn’t you notice?”
A mysterious mix of Cooper’s Fluid, semen, and Yoon Jooho’s saliva was working as lubricant, pushed into his hole.
With his entrance fully exposed, Jooho’s finger started sliding in and out.
Once he was fully hard, Yoon Jooho began thrusting his hips without hesitation.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
The force of his pelvis smacking Hyunsoo’s butt was intense. The same hips that had been itching for release were now pounding Hyunsoo as if to kill him.
“Ugh, ngh. Hhk.”
Clinging tightly to the pillow, Hyunsoo had to brace himself not to collapse.
The copious fluids leaking from Yoon Jooho’s cock soaked the space between Hyunsoo’s thighs.
Because of that, lewd, wet sounds like they were actually having sex rose up between their legs.
Schlp, schlp, schlp.
His wet groin and Yoon Jooho’s shaft stuck together stickily.
Yoon Jooho’s relentless thrusting made Hyunsoo feel like every bone in his body was vibrating, his mind turning to mush.
“Ji, ji! It really feels like you’re… ngh… fucking me for real…!”
The finger thrusting inside him in time with the movement of Jooho’s hips made Hyunsoo shudder, feeling like he was truly being violated.
A finger sliding in and out of his hole, Yoon Jooho’s cock thrusting between his thighs, his whole body shaking with each powerful thrust…
This was practically sex. This wasn’t just petting anymore. There was no real difference from doggy style sex.
Hyunsoo reached one arm back, waving it in the air.
“Ah, ha! Ngh. I’m, I’m gonna… Sunbae, wait. Your finger. Your hand.”
But his hand grasped nothing. Yoon Jooho didn’t let up, neither slowing his pace nor stopping the finger inside. Of course, he didn’t pull his finger out either.
With the hand that had been waving, Hyunsoo grabbed his own trembling shaft, which felt like it might fall off, and stroked it as hard as he wanted.
“Haah, ngh! Uh! Ah, ah!”
Even after Hyunsoo spilled his second load onto the sheets, Yoon Jooho kept driving into his raised ass until he finally reached his own climax.
Pulling his finger out of the thoroughly worked entrance, he pressed down on Hyunsoo’s thighs from both sides, creating a tight pressure around his cock as he finished. Only then did he slowly withdraw his penis.
Finally, Hyunsoo let all the strength drain from his body and slumped down.
“Be honest. That wasn’t just one finger, was it?”
Looking up at Yoon Jooho while still lying on his stomach, Hyunsoo asked.
As Yoon Jooho wiped the mess off Hyunsoo’s ass with the gown, he grinned, then held up two fingers.
Sitting up, Hyunsoo hurled a pillow at Jooho’s face. Full swing. Raising his arms in a high guard to block, Yoon Jooho shook his shoulders as he chuckled.
His laughter was as good as the sex itself.
If all he wanted was Hyunsoo’s body, there’s no way he’d feel like this.
He never wanted to realize it like this.
Once the heat of orgasm faded, his throat felt parched. He licked his lips, but it seemed like he didn’t even have enough saliva to swallow.
Putting the pillow down, Yoon Jooho got off the bed and asked,
“Water? Beer?”
“Uh… water, please.”
Watching his smooth back as he left the bedroom, Hyunsoo called out to stop him.
“Sunbae, can I borrow a cigarette?”
Turning halfway, Yoon Jooho pointed at the nightstand. Telling him he could smoke as much as he wanted.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Hyunsoo lit a cigarette.
When Yoon Jooho said he’d wanted someone before, and had been rejected, why had that story been such a shock?
When he said he only slept with Top Stars to avoid scandals, why had that been disappointing?
When Hyunsoo realized Jooho wanted to sleep with him even though he wasn’t a Top Star, why had that special treatment made him so happy?
Looking back now, there were more than a few clues.
But even if he was special, in the end, he was just a bed partner.
After breaking through the wall of being a Top Star, there was still the wall of being a man. Now he understood why hearing “I only sleep with men” had shaken him.
Just like Yoon Jooho, he’d never dated a man before, nor thought of one as a romantic interest. Maybe that’s why it took him so long to realize.
“Ah… you crazy bastard.”
Song Hyunsoo scrubbed his face roughly.
Yoon Jooho. Yoon Jooho.
He let out a hollow laugh, thinking it was like trying to climb a tree he’d never reach, or a rooster on the roof.
“Was it that good?”
“……”
Just as Hyunsoo was lost in thought, Yoon Jooho entered the bedroom with a soft chuckle.
He wore a thick, white shower gown and held two bottles of mineral water in one hand.
“Was it so good you’re grinning to yourself?”
“Don’t you know what a hollow laugh is?”
Accepting the water Yoon Jooho handed over, Hyunsoo wrapped the ruined gown around himself to cover up.
Sitting side by side on the edge of the bed, he drained more than half the bottle in one go.
As the thirst faded from his lips, he brought the cigarette filter to his mouth and asked,
“How did your Sunbae One-sided Love end?”
“…What?”
Yoon Jooho, who was about to drink more water, paused and turned to look at him.
“What love?”
“One-sided Love. The one you said rejected you.”
“I said I’d been rejected, not that it was a One-sided Love. Why do you keep defining my experiences however you want?”
“Either way, you liked them alone, so it’s still a One-sided Love.”
Bringing the water bottle back to his lips, Yoon Jooho snorted.
“If it lays eggs, it’s a bird, and if it’s not day, it’s night? There’s dawn and evening in this world, you know?”
“Then what’s One-sided Love to you, Sunbae?”
Uncharacteristically, Yoon Jooho seemed to ponder the answer. Resting his chin on his hand and lost in thought, he rustled the water bottle and quietly replied,
“It’s knowing you’re the only one who likes them, but still wanting their heart, so you keep hovering around.”
“So you weren’t like that?”
“I only realized these were feelings of liking someone at the very end.”
“Ah…”
“Rather than One-sided Love, it’s more accurate to say I confessed and got rejected.”
Putting down the water bottle, Yoon Jooho snatched away Hyunsoo’s half-smoked cigarette.
Leaning back on the mattress with his hands, he drew on the filter. Hyunsoo turned his head to gaze quietly at Jooho.
In that sense, maybe I’m lucky. At least I realized it while I was still by his side.
But it was still hard to believe that Yoon Jooho had confessed and been rejected.
Who could it be? Who would reject someone like him?
“What kind of person were they?”
Chin lifted, blowing smoke toward the ceiling playfully, Yoon Jooho shifted only his eyes to look at Hyunsoo.