Sunshine Shower Chapter 105

It seemed like Woo Yeonjae had called because Moon Seoyoon had missed the expected arrival time.

“…”

The call ended abruptly, unable to overcome the long hesitation. Since Moon Seoyoon hadn’t answered, Woo Yeonjae would undoubtedly come looking for him.

Moon Seoyoon turned off the water and dried his hands. He had to remain calm and composed.

Just as he gathered his breath and picked up his phone, ready to leave, he made eye contact with someone entering the bathroom.

“You didn’t answer the call.”

Woo Yeonjae’s gaze slid from his face to the phone in his hand.

“I was going to, but it disconnected. Did you come out looking for me?”

Despite his concern that his voice might tremble, it flowed out smoothly. It seemed that all the effort he’d made to hide his feelings was paying off.

“You were later than I expected, so I thought I’d check.”

“I was just about to wash my hands. Go ahead and have a drink without me.”

“Kim Hyunseung’s already drinking.”

Woo Yeonjae’s lips curled up slowly as he carefully studied Moon Seoyoon’s face, as if trying to figure something out. Moon Seoyoon averted his gaze and moved closer to him.

“Let’s go. Hyunseung must be waiting.”

“Did you cry?”

“…I didn’t cry.”

Woo Yeonjae’s straight eyebrows furrowed, and his forehead creased slightly. Moon Seoyoon carefully observed his expression.

It was the same look he made when something was bothering him. Moon Seoyoon thought he might press the issue, but Woo Yeonjae only opened his mouth slightly before closing it again.

“Alright then.”

The reply came after a slight pause.

Even though it was obvious that Woo Yeonjae was pretending not to know, Moon Seoyoon decided to act like he didn’t notice either and began walking.

For the first time, knowing Woo Yeonjae so well felt burdensome.

Moon Seoyoon wasn’t sure what possessed him to drink that night. Sitting there, drunk, he stared blankly at the raindrops hitting the living room window. When he had called for a designated driver, it had only been drizzling, but now it poured down as if the sky had burst open.

The wine, strong in alcohol content, had thoroughly soaked into him. After a hot shower, his mind was hazy, and the sound of rain only made it worse, leaving him feeling disoriented.

The sound of Woo Yeonjae showering was drowned out by the rain.

“…”

Thanks to Kim Hyunseung, the atmosphere at the drinking session hadn’t been bad. They talked about events from high school, updates on their classmates, and their thoughts on jobs, with topics coming and going. Aside from the expensive wine and the private space they were in, it could have been any normal college drinking session.

In the end, Moon Seoyoon couldn’t bring himself to talk about his worries over the piano. He was too preoccupied sneaking glances at Woo Yeonjae, who sat across from him, hoping to catch the slightest hint or clue.

On top of that, knowing that Woo Yeonjae might be aware of his feelings made him cautious with everything he said and did. Was it obvious when I smiled like that? Did I give it away when I said this? The constant self-checking left his head throbbing.

Despite watching Woo Yeonjae intently, he behaved as usual—cracking jokes at the right time, bantering with Kim Hyunseung, teasing now and then, and occasionally acting vulnerable. It was the same Woo Yeonjae Moon Seoyoon knew.

Yet Moon Seoyoon knew better than to dismiss the brief moment of icy silence as nothing. It had been a clear display.

“…”

The alcohol was taking effect, clouding Moon Seoyoon’s thoughts. While the sound of rain grew sharper, his emotions remained a blurry mix of confusion.

“What are you doing just sitting there?”

Moon Seoyoon slowly turned his head. Woo Yeonjae, fresh out of the shower, approached the sofa and raised an eyebrow, cupping his cheek and examining his face.

“Don’t think about anything else. Just sleep.”

The worry in his expression was evident, likely due to the anniversary of Moon Seoyoon’s mother’s death.

“That’s why I gave you the wine.”

Moon Seoyoon bit down on the soft skin inside his lip. Woo Yeonjae tilted his head and smiled slightly, probably puzzled by the silent gaze Moon Seoyoon directed at him.

“Want me to sleep next to you?”

It was one of the playful jokes Woo Yeonjae would sometimes make when teasing him. There was no sexual undertone to it—just a friendly offer to share a bed.

“…Yeah.”

Moon Seoyoon barely managed to utter that single syllable.

It must have been an unexpected answer because Woo Yeonjae straightened up and gave him a scrutinizing look. The black pupils in his narrow eyes gleamed under the white light.

“Yeonjae.”

Woo Yeonjae frowned slightly at the sound of his name.

“Let’s have sex.”

He could easily blame it on the drunken sadness.

“Hold me…”

So it would be okay.

“…Please.”

“Ah… Ugh… Haa… It’s too… deep…”

Moon Seoyoon couldn’t even finish his sentence as he leaned his forehead against Woo Yeonjae’s shoulder. The already stretched hole was being filled from below, with the cock stretching him further and further.

“Hah, didn’t you ask me to hold you?”

As the arms around his neck tightened, their bodies pressed even closer. The unfamiliar position made Moon Seoyoon gasp for breath, and instinctively, his lower muscles clenched around Woo Yeonjae.

“Want to lie down?”

Before he could even finish speaking, Woo Yeonjae thrust his hips forward. Seoyoon’s backside rubbed against the firm muscles of Woo Yeonjae’s thighs as his already stretched hole struggled to take in the aggressive thrust of his cock.

“Hnnng, ah…”

“You kept asking me to hold you, so… ugh… I did…”

It had started as sex in the missionary position.

Like a child pleading for comfort, Moon Seoyoon had reached out and begged to be held, and Woo Yeonjae had obliged without hesitation. The only problem was that Seoyoon, who had asked to be held, couldn’t keep up with the intense thrusts and kept losing his grip on Woo Yeonjae’s back.

Perhaps attributing the change in attitude to the anniversary of Seoyoon’s mother’s death, Woo Yeonjae muttered curses under his breath and supported Seoyoon’s waist, pulling him closer. That was why they were having sex in this sitting position, with Seoyoon perched on Woo Yeonjae’s thighs.

“Sl-slow… down, ah, hng, please!”

The sitting position made the penetration deeper. His insides already felt uncomfortably full from the large cock stirring them, and for a moment, a ridiculous fear struck him—what if it burst out of him? Though he knew that wasn’t possible, the unfamiliar position made his thoughts irrational.

“Okay, I’ll go slow.”

Woo Yeonjae’s large hand gently cradled the back of Seoyoon’s head as he whispered, running his fingers through his hair. His fingers then slipped down to Seoyoon’s lower half, feeling around the entrance as if checking for any tears. The touch against the sensitive skin made Seoyoon shudder, and his muscles tightened around the cock inside him. His already stretched inner walls wriggled and clenched, gripping tightly.

“Ahh… ugh…”

“Ha, Seoyoon…”

Seoyoon bit down on his lip. He couldn’t tell whether it was his inner muscles twitching or the cock inside him. It felt as though his tight insides were expanding along the veins bulging out of Woo Yeonjae’s shaft.

“You asked me to take it slow…”

“Hnnng… ah, ah! Ahh!”

Though Woo Yeonjae’s pace seemed to slow for a moment, it soon picked up again.

“If you keep squeezing like that, ugh, what am I supposed to do?”

The hand that had cradled Seoyoon’s head dug deeper into his hair. With all his strength, Seoyoon clung to Woo Yeonjae, their bodies pressed even closer together. His swollen, overstimulated nipples—so different from Woo Yeonjae’s firm chest muscles—were crushed between them, sending waves of pleasure rippling through his body.

“Ahh! Ah!”

Each time the hand supporting his head brushed against his nape, Seoyoon felt a shiver of sensation run down his spine. Rubbing his forehead against Woo Yeonjae’s shoulder, his body rocked uncontrollably, and saliva he couldn’t swallow dripped down with each moan.

“Haa… ugh…”

Woo Yeonjae’s hand slipped from Seoyoon’s head, trailing down his jawline before cupping his cheek. As his face followed the movement, their gazes locked. With half-focused eyes, Seoyoon stared at Woo Yeonjae while his hand unconsciously wandered to his own stomach. Instead of feeling soft skin, he felt something hard, something protruding beneath his skin.

Woo Yeonjae, sensing the weak pressure on his chest, smirked wickedly and furrowed his brows.

“Not sure if you’re doing this because you like it or because you’re struggling…”

“Yeonjae, it’s… it’s sticking out…”

“Yeah, it is sticking out.”

Woo Yeonjae let out a low laugh, meeting Seoyoon’s eyes as he confirmed what Seoyoon had noticed.

“If it’s too much to handle…”

He slid his fingers between Seoyoon’s parted lips, prying them open a bit further.

“Bite my shoulder.”

Like a marionette on strings, Moon Seoyoon’s body moved in response to Woo Yeonjae’s touch. His lips, once barely parted from gasping breaths, now hung open entirely, as if he’d forgotten how to close them, emitting nothing but moans.

“Hng… ugh… ah…”

Just as Seoyoon struggled to adjust to the intense, almost violent pleasure, Woo Yeonjae’s hand left his face and gripped his ass. His strong fingers dug into the flesh so deeply that the pale skin bulged between them.

“Hnng… why…?”

Before Seoyoon could even process what was happening, Woo Yeonjae’s hand, veins bulging, effortlessly lifted Seoyoon’s body.

“Ah, no, I don’t want…!”