Black & Grey Vol. 3 Chapter 3

“Really? They’re eating at Insaeng Makchang near our school’s main gate.”

“I know where that is.”

Jungeol nodded and continued working.

“When you come, I’ll time it so I can leave too. Do you want to eat tteokbokki tonight? The tteokbokki at the snack shop next to the makchang place is amazing. If you add 2,000 won, they give you four dumplings, and the dumplings go really well with the tteokbokki sauce. I can’t eat much because of my diet, but a few bites should be fine.”

As Yoochan excitedly chattered about eating late-night snacks together, the sound of the machine suddenly stopped. Yoochan turned his head, and Jungeol, wiping the ink off the machine’s tip, said.

“It’s done. Go check it out in the mirror.”

“Finally!”

Yoochan jumped up and ran to the full-length mirror.

“Wow, wow.”

In the mirror, there was a leopard with a sharp background, looking even more imposing. Yoochan, turning his back to see it from different angles, spoke in an excited voice.

“It looks even cooler with the black background. Hyung, can you give me my phone? I need to take a really nice picture and post it on Instagram. No, I’ll put it on my Instagram story. My DMs will blow up.”

Jungeol’s eyes subtly hardened at the thought of Yoochan posting half-naked photos on the internet for everyone to see. Yoochan, not noticing Jungeol’s change in expression, reached for his phone on the bed and struck various poses in front of the mirror. Struggling to get the right angle while taking the photo, Yoochan eventually asked Jungeol for help.

“Hyung, can you take a picture of my tattoo?”

Jungeol, displeased, slowly took the phone. Moving even more slowly, he opened the camera app and then, as if he had just thought of it, asked.

“You might be late for your appointment.”

“What?”

Yoochan, who had been flexing his back muscles in front of the mirror, flinched and looked at the wall clock.

“Oh, I’m late.”

Yoochan snatched the phone from Jungeol and changed his shirt, saying.

“Hyung! I’ll text you later! I’ll message you!”

“Don’t drink.”

“I won’t!”

Yoochan waved cheerfully and hurriedly ran outside. Relieved that he had prevented his partner from posting half-naked photos on social media, Jungeol prepared to welcome the next customer with a much calmer mind.

About two hours passed after Yoochan left. Jungeol, who was drawing a blackwork of Mary and Jesus on the shoulder of a close younger brother and regular customer, suddenly stopped and frowned, feeling something was off.

Jungeol habitually rotated his wrist and looked at his phone nearby. He had sent a message to Yoochan a while ago but still hadn’t received a reply. Yoochan, who was always glued to his phone, not responding was unusual.

Feeling tired, Jungeol shook his head once and resumed working on the man’s back. Then, a sudden memory flashed in his mind.

-Hyung, come here for a moment.

-Put your ear close, Hyung. I have something to say.

It was the image of Yoochan, drunkenly staggering over and kissing him with half-closed eyes. The thought that Yoochan might be drunk again today made Jungeol stop the machine and irritably rub his forehead.

“Just a moment.”

Jungeol excused himself to the man and called Yoochan on his phone. Despite the phone ringing for a long time, Yoochan didn’t answer. Seeing that the battery wasn’t dead, Jungeol frowned in displeasure. Yoochan had promised not to drink but might have gotten caught up in the atmosphere and had a few drinks.

Even while drawing, Jungeol’s mind was entirely at Insaeng Makchang in front of the school. Imagining Yoochan, drunk and letting his guard down around others, Jungeol finally stopped the machine and called the man.

“Minseong.”

“Yes?”

“You said you wanted a mandarin tattoo on your elbow, right?”

“Yes? Ah, well… Of course, I want it, but I don’t have the money for it…”

Seeing Minseong’s disappointed expression, Jungeol put down the machine and said.

“I’ll do it for free, so can we reschedule today’s appointment?”

“What? You’ll do the mandarin tattoo for free? If you do that, I’d be thrilled.”

The man stood up with a surprised expression as if he had hit the jackpot. After thanking him, Jungeol disinfected Minseong’s back, grabbed his phone and car keys, and stood up. The Manager looked puzzled as Jungeol left early, so he explained about Minseong’s rescheduled appointment before heading out.

On his way to Yoochan’s school, Jungeol regained his senses. Despite understanding the situation—having recently started dating and Yoochan’s peculiar drinking habits—Jungeol realized that postponing appointments to come here might have been excessive.

However, when he arrived at the main gate and Yoochan still didn’t answer his calls, Jungeol’s expression darkened further. He walked into Insaeng Makchang, a place more akin to a bar than a barbecue joint, phone in hand.

Jungeol quickly spotted Yoochan within seconds of entering.

“Baek Yoochan! Baek Yoochan!”

Among the dozen or so people at the large corner table, only Yoochan was standing, drawing all the attention.

“Ah, this is a bit…”

Yoochan, feeling embarrassed, touched his cheek amid the cheering crowd.

“Wait a second, wait a second. I need to prepare myself mentally.”

Wondering what on earth he was doing, Jungeol leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed and a look of displeasure on his face. After a few moments, as if he had made up his mind, Yoochan crossed his arms and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Jungeol, maintaining his calm until that moment, immediately furrowed his eyebrows.

Cheers erupted from the crowd. Yoochan had quickly stripped off his shirt and turned around. The sleek leopard tattoo covering his left shoulder and the even sleeker muscular body drew applause from other tables. Amid playful screams from some women, Yoochan nodded his head and, feeling embarrassed, hurriedly put his shirt back on and sat down.

Jungeol lowered his arms and called Yoochan again. Yoochan, finally noticing his phone, answered with an excited expression. Because it was noisy, Yoochan covered one ear and spoke.

[Hyung? Are you here?]

“Grab your bag and come out.”

[Yes! Huh? What’s that noise?]

Realizing the music from the bar was coming from his phone, Yoochan looked around. Soon, Yoochan and Jungeol made eye contact. Yoochan waved his arm cheerfully and said.

[I’ll be out in a minute. Just wait a bit!]

Unaware of Jungeol’s subtly sharp tone, Yoochan answered brightly and hung up.

Jungeol waited in the car as Yoochan hurriedly ran out of the bar. Seeing his considerably flushed face, it was now evident that he had been drinking. As Jungeol quietly exhaled to calm his irritation, Yoochan threw open the passenger door and climbed in.

“You came early?”

Surprisingly shy for someone who had just stripped and shown off his muscles in front of dozens of people, Yoochan said. Jungeol, unsure where to start, furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Yoochan.

“Hyung, guess what this is?”

Not realizing Jungeol’s expression was oddly cold, Yoochan excitedly took out a paper cup from his pocket and said.

“Since I’m on a diet, I didn’t eat any snacks and only ate salad. So, one of the seniors thought I liked salad and packed this for me to eat on the way. Isn’t that funny?”

“A guy?”

“No, a female senior. There were a lot of female seniors who had graduated, too. Oh! It was some Hyung’s birthday. That Hyung met me at the student club room before and bought me food. I guess he liked me.”

Yoochan said, munching on the salad from the paper cup.

“And when Jaemin Hyung mentioned my tattoo in front of the Noonas, they kept asking to see it. I didn’t want to take off my shirt in front of women, but then I thought it could promote your tattoo shop, so I did. One of the Noonas said she wanted a tattoo too and asked for my number.”

“…She asked for your number?”

“Yes! She wanted to know more about your tattoos, Hyung. Isn’t that great? I’ll introduce her to you later. Don’t you think I’m good at sales? If this works out, you should buy me something delicious.”

“…Ha.”

Jungeol sighed, swallowing the words that had risen to his throat at Yoochan’s innocent demeanor.

Finally, Yoochan noticed something was off. Even though Jungeol was usually reserved, he would always respond sincerely to Yoochan’s chatter with his expressions and gestures. Now, however, he was almost completely silent, staring straight ahead.

Yoochan, sensing Jungeol’s mood, looked at the receding snack shop and said.

“We were supposed to eat tteokbokki tonight…”

Jungeol, keeping his eyes on the road, reached behind and handed Yoochan the tteokbokki he had pre-packed in the back seat.

“Oh? You bought it in advance? Hyung, you’re so thoughtful. We can eat it together at home, right?”

Yoochan, holding the tteokbokki with a beaming face, fell silent again. Even when the car stopped briefly, Jungeol didn’t look at Yoochan, frowning and tapping the steering wheel with his index finger.

It was only then that Yoochan realized Jungeol was very angry. Yoochan, who had been fiddling with the tteokbokki packaging in silence until they arrived at the officetel, glanced at Jungeol in the elevator. As soon as they got off on the 14th floor, where there were no CCTV cameras, Yoochan quietly hugged Jungeol’s waist.

“……”

Jungeol, whose expression had been stiff, paused and looked down at Yoochan. Yoochan looked up with a sad face.

“Why are you mad at me?”

“……”

“Why are you mad at me?”

Seeing Yoochan’s sad expression and his large frame hugging him tightly, Jungeol couldn’t stay angry. He slightly relaxed his furrowed brow and placed his hand on Yoochan’s head.

“Let’s go inside.”

Yoochan, persistently clinging to Jungeol, asked again as Jungeol stroked his hair as if nothing was wrong.

“Why are you mad at me? Tell me so I can fix it. Tell me. Come on, tell me.”

Even while taking off his shoes inside 1401, Yoochan kept pestering Jungeol, putting down the tteokbokki. Finally, Jungeol spoke.

“Don’t take off your clothes just anywhere. Especially in front of women.”

Yoochan raised his eyebrows in surprise at Jungeol’s words.

“Why can’t I take them off?”

Jungeol frowned as if asking if Yoochan really didn’t know, and Yoochan tilted his head. It wasn’t an attempt to tease Jungeol; he genuinely didn’t understand. Yoochan asked again.

“Why can’t I?”

“……”

“Are you jealous?”

Jungeol narrowed his eyes and closed his mouth at the pointed question. Yoochan’s lips stretched into a wide smile, sensing he was right.

“Hyung, are you really jealous?”

“No.”

“Wow… Hyung…”

Ignoring Jungeol’s denial, Yoochan mumbled with teary eyes and then hugged Jungeol tightly, seemingly moved. Jungeol, unsure why Yoochan was so touched, stood still as Yoochan rubbed his forehead against Jungeol’s chest.

“I’ll be careful from now on. But I didn’t take off my clothes to impress those Noonas. I did it to show off my tattoo. I have a partner, so why would I try to impress them?”

Then, feeling embarrassed, Yoochan buried his face in Jungeol’s chest and mumbled.

“Ah, damn… But I suddenly feel good… Hyung gets jealous too. I thought Hyung wouldn’t get jealous. Damn, this feels so good… Be a little more jealous.”

“……”

“But it’s okay to take off my clothes in front of guys, right? If I can’t even do that, where can I show off this beautiful tattoo? I’ll be careful in front of the Noonas since you don’t like it.”

“…Okay.”

Jungeol sighed softly, looking resigned, and pushed Yoochan away as if to say it was enough. But Yoochan quickly clung to him like a koala trying to climb onto its mother’s back and added.

“I was wrong today, so I’ll grant you one wish, Hyung.”

Jungeol’s eyes, which had looked somewhat tired, changed at Yoochan’s last words.

“A wish.”

“Yes. Is there something you want? If there’s something you want, tell me. I’ll buy it for you…”

Yoochan, speaking confidently, felt Jungeol’s body, which seemed very angry despite his softening expression, and stammered in surprise.

“Ah… So that’s your wish? But Hyung, I can’t go all the way today because of the tattoo. I can’t sweat…”

Jungeol rubbed Yoochan’s neck and smiled.

“Okay. I won’t make you sweat.”

“What? Ah… So… with hands? Well… since Hyung did it for me, I think I can do it too. Just like this, with hands. I can do it.”

“Only with hands?”

Jungeol looked at Yoochan with amusement and grabbed his still chubby cheek with his large hand. Yoochan, thinking Jungeol was about to kiss him, slightly puckered his lips, but Jungeol’s thumb slipped between them.

“…Hyung?”

Yoochan, thinking Jungeol had accidentally put his hand in, tried to push Jungeol’s finger out with his tongue, looking flustered.

However, Jungeol’s hand dug deeper into Yoochan’s mouth, pulling his cheek. Jungeol tilted his head, watching Yoochan’s neat, white teeth, and smiled warmly, contrasting with his rough actions.

As Yoochan’s face showed confusion, not yet understanding Jungeol’s intentions, Jungeol pressed down heavily on Yoochan’s shoulder with his other hand.

“…Ah.”

Yoochan’s eyes, filled with question marks, finally understood the situation when his knees hit the floor, and they trembled.

“…Hyung?”

Yoochan, looking at the zipper in front of him, glanced up at Jungeol with a pitiful expression, seeking an explanation. The hand that had been pressing on his shoulder was now holding his head firmly. Yoochan, looking up at Jungeol’s expression past his long arm, swallowed hard and, wondering if he had misunderstood, asked a futile question.

“What… what do you want me to do?”

It was an obvious situation, but Yoochan clung to the last straw. His small hope was shattered by Jungeol’s amused expression. Jungeol, seeing Yoochan’s anxious and timid face, smiled slightly and said.

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

Yoochan swallowed dryly and lowered his gaze. Despite Jungeol’s gentle voice saying he didn’t have to do it if he didn’t want to, the bulge in Jungeol’s thigh was becoming more prominent.

“Seriously, how can I say no in this situation?”

Having already promised to grant a wish, Yoochan couldn’t back out now. He stared blankly at it.

Was he really going to put that in his mouth? A strong sense of rejection surged from within. While he had imagined someone else sucking his, he had never thought he would suck another man’s. Moreover, Jungeol’s size was intimidating, both in length and girth.

His palms grew increasingly sweaty. Yoochan wiped his sweaty hands on his thighs and finally clenched his fists as if making a decision. He glared at the zipper as if in a staring contest.

“……”

But no matter how long he waited, the zipper didn’t open. Yoochan glanced up at Jungeol. Seeing Jungeol’s calm smile, Yoochan realized one thing: the zipper wouldn’t open by itself; he had to open it.

“…Ah.”

Despair appeared on Yoochan’s face. The thought of kneeling in this humiliating position, unzipping Jungeol’s pants, and pulling out his member like a fire hose made his cheeks flush. Yoochan, feeling wronged, muttered.

“Hyung, your order is a bit strange. Were you like this with women too?”

“What do you mean?”

“Trying to put your hand in their pants before dating, asking them to suck it without even kissing.”

Jungeol laughed. Yoochan felt Jungeol’s hand playing with his hair like a toy and, deciding it was better to get it over with, sighed and said.

“…I’ll try it.”

Just as Yoochan closed his eyes tightly and reached for the zipper, he felt hands under his armpits lifting him up. Startled, Yoochan opened his eyes to see Jungeol’s well-defined lips and jawline instead of the zipper.

“Hyung?”

Yoochan looked at Jungeol in confusion. Jungeol, standing Yoochan up, bent down to pick up the tteokbokki bag from the floor and said.

“It’s cold. Should I heat it up?”

“What?”

“This.”

Jungeol turned around, holding the tteokbokki bag. Yoochan, bewildered by the sudden change, watched Jungeol raise his eyebrows as if asking what was wrong.

‘…Was he just teasing me?’

Yoochan thought he could just pretend nothing was wrong and eat some tteokbokki, but his relieved expression suddenly hardened. He finally noticed the items scattered on the living room table behind Jungeol.

“Hyung! Wait! Wait a minute! I need to talk to you! Just wait a second!”

Desperate to hide the sewing machine and pigskin, Yoochan frantically called out to Jungeol. Jungeol turned around, his lips pressed together.

“What do you want to talk about?”

Caught off guard, Yoochan was at a loss for words. Seeing Yoochan struggle to speak, Jungeol tilted his head.

“Should we sit down?”

As Jungeol turned to leave again, Yoochan broke into a sweat. He quickly grabbed Jungeol’s shoulder and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I-I’ll suck you off!”

“…What?”

“I’ll suck you off. Damn it, I suddenly really want to suck you off.”

Without even looking at Jungeol’s expression, Yoochan snatched the tteokbokki and carelessly dropped it on the floor. He then pulled Jungeol towards him, accidentally pushing him hard against the wall in his haste.

Jungeol winced, closing one eye in pain, but when he opened it again, the sight of Yoochan was something else.

“…W-wait… Let me try….”

Yoochan looked like he was handling a bomb, gritting his teeth and trembling as he unhooked Jungeol’s belt and unzipped his pants. As the clothes loosened, something long and thick beneath Jungeol’s thighs twitched. Jungeol’s thing looked like a real snake, and Yoochan tensed up, his eyes flickering with nervousness.

Seeing Yoochan’s tense expression, Jungeol’s reaction changed. What started as a playful joke turned into something more as Jungeol felt a surge of excitement. He licked his lower lip, trying to suppress his arousal. Yoochan, blinking rapidly, finally made up his mind and slowly slipped his hand into Jungeol’s underwear.

Finally, Yoochan’s fingertips touched the heated flesh. Startled, as if he had touched a real snake, Yoochan quickly pulled his hand away. The hot and hard sensation inside Jungeol’s pants was unfamiliar to him, as he had never touched another man’s genitals before.

Yoochan looked up at Jungeol for help. But Jungeol’s expression had lost all traces of amusement. Yoochan gritted his teeth and put his hand back into the zipper. Again, his fingertips touched the base of Jungeol’s penis.

Yoochan clenched his jaw so hard it hurt, then used his other hand to pull down Jungeol’s waistband, finally managing to free Jungeol’s long, thick penis.

Jungeol’s penis, which had been semi-erect, quickly became fully hard at Yoochan’s touch. Despite being fully erect, Jungeol’s penis was so long and heavy that the tip drooped.

Yoochan stared at the penis, unsure where to start. Jungeol impatiently pulled Yoochan’s neck, urging him on.

Yoochan felt Jungeol’s hand and slowly stretched out his neck. The warm, moist tip of Jungeol’s penis touched his lips. Anxious, Yoochan said,

“I’ll do it! Don’t suddenly shove it in my mouth!”

Jungeol’s hand, which had been pulling Yoochan’s hair, now gently stroked it, as if to reassure him. Yoochan, feeling a bit more at ease, stared at Jungeol’s penis, which kept bumping against his nose and lips. And then…

Lick.

A ticklish sensation, like a kitten licking, made Jungeol furrow his brow. Worried that it might taste strange, Yoochan stuck out his tongue like he was licking a lollipop and tentatively tasted Jungeol’s glans. He licked it again, then quickly pulled his red tongue back into his mouth.

Jungeol’s eyebrows furrowed more and more. He hadn’t expected Yoochan to take his penis deep into his throat on his first try, but the way Yoochan kept licking the glans without taking it into his mouth was frustrating.

Oblivious to Jungeol’s growing impatience, Yoochan kept licking the glans with his tongue. Finally, he tentatively touched his tongue to the clear liquid pooling in the urethra. He made a face, seemingly displeased by the salty taste, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Yoochan, who had been timidly sticking out only his tongue, now slightly opened his mouth and took the tip of Jungeol’s penis into his mouth. Even with just the glans in his mouth, the sensation of the flesh filling his mouth was strange. Yoochan scrunched up his face and tried to push the penis out with his tongue. Just then, a heavy force pressed down on his head.

“Ugh…!”

As Yoochan tried to spit out the penis, Jungeol leaned away from the wall, bending his body, and spoke in a gentle voice.

“…I won’t go deep. Okay?”

Jungeol’s polite tone contrasted with his firm grip on Yoochan’s head and the penis thrusting into his mouth, rendering Yoochan immobile. Yoochan looked up at Jungeol with the glans in his mouth. Jungeol softened his gaze to reassure Yoochan, who then nodded weakly.

Jungeol slowly pushed his lower body forward.

Although Jungeol said he wouldn’t go deep, even the slightest movement of his hips made the glans brush against the sensitive area at the back of Yoochan’s throat.

Startled, Yoochan flinched and grabbed Jungeol’s thighs. But before Yoochan could resist, Jungeol’s glans smoothly slipped out. To calm Yoochan, the penis moved briefly between his lips and teeth. Then, as Yoochan was not ready, it slid deep into his throat again.

The glans barely touching his gag reflex made Yoochan straighten his back and let out a moan. Jungeol, feeling the pain from Yoochan’s sharp canines, stopped moving and left the glans and the base of his penis in Yoochan’s mouth. He then spoke gently,

“Open your mouth and roll your lips.”

Yoochan looked at Jungeol with anxious eyes.

“It’s okay. Bite with your lips.”

Jungeol repeated. Not wanting to disappoint the unusually excited Jungeol, Yoochan furrowed his brow in distress and did as he was told, opening his mouth wide and rolling his lips to cover his teeth. With nothing to scrape against, Jungeol pushed his penis in again.

As the shaft pressed against his tongue, Yoochan quickly curled his tongue to block the tip of the glans. Jungeol’s soothing voice came from above again,

“Stick out your tongue.”

Yoochan shook his head in refusal. If he stuck out his tongue, the large, thick penis would surely make him gag. Yoochan stubbornly blocked with his tongue, so Jungeol regretfully furrowed his brow and rubbed his glans against Yoochan’s tongue.

“Ugh… ugh….”

After a few repetitions, Yoochan felt like his tongue was going numb. Unable to bear it, Yoochan finally spread his tongue wide, allowing the shaft to brush against it. As the path to his throat opened, Jungeol pushed his hips forward a little more.

“Ugh!”

Yoochan moaned. The penis relentlessly thrust in, as if having intercourse. Holding Yoochan’s head, Jungeol forcefully pushed his hips forward, then took his bothering phone out of his right pocket and carelessly threw it on the floor before pulling Yoochan’s head towards him.

“Ugh! Gack!”

Unable to control himself due to long abstinence, the large penis scraped against Yoochan’s teeth, pressed against his tongue and palate, and reached the entrance of his throat. Startled, Yoochan fell back and tightly grabbed Jungeol’s thighs.

But Yoochan was no match for Jungeol. He couldn’t move his head back as it was blocked by Jungeol’s large hand. Jungeol pulled Yoochan’s head and thrust his hips up.

Yoochan felt like his throat was being used as a tool. He tried to resist by gripping Jungeol’s hand, but it was useless. Instead, his resistance seemed to excite Jungeol even more.

Jungeol, who had seemed calm, now looked hot and flustered. His dark eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with excitement and tears. Feeling even more aroused, Jungeol pushed his penis in and out, roughly moving it until it almost reached Yoochan’s throat.

“Ugh…. ugh…!”

Every time Jungeol thrust his lower body up, Yoochan moaned with a furrowed brow. Satisfied with the sound, Jungeol panted and slowly smiled.

The hand lightly holding Yoochan’s head was now gripping his hair. The grip was strong, but Yoochan was too out of it to feel the pain.

His head shook back and forth as the penis moved quickly in front of his eyes. Jungeol barely gave him room to breathe as he thrust deep into his mouth.

Yoochan’s jaw trembled, but he couldn’t relax. If he relaxed his jaw, the penis would thrust into his throat.

“…Is it hard?”

Yoochan nodded with his eyes tightly shut. He thought Jungeol would stop if it was hard, but instead, the penis pushed in even deeper than before.

“Ugh! Ugh!”

Caught off guard by the penis thrusting in much deeper than before, Yoochan cried out in surprise. Unintentionally, he closed his mouth, and his sharp teeth scraped against the penis. Just then, Jungeol bent his upper body and gritted his teeth.

Feeling the penis throbbing and moving in his mouth, Yoochan instinctively sensed that something was different. Jungeol was about to reach his climax. Anxious that Jungeol might release into his throat, Yoochan tensed his shoulders and closed his eyes tightly.

However, instead of ejaculating, the penis quickly slipped out of Yoochan’s mouth.

When Yoochan opened his eyes, Jungeol was leaning towards him, holding his own penis. Lips wet with a mix of pre-cum and saliva met Yoochan’s dry lips. The soft, smooth tongue felt good against Yoochan’s sore tongue.

Yoochan quickly forgot his exhaustion from the rough oral sex and closed his eyes again, focusing on the kiss with Jungeol. Jungeol grabbed Yoochan’s hand, which was gripping his thigh, and pulled it towards his center. When Yoochan’s palm brushed against the hot, thick, and hard penis, he stumbled, then realized Jungeol’s intention and gripped it firmly.

With his wrist held, Yoochan stroked Jungeol’s penis up and down. After a few light strokes, Jungeol’s penis twitched and released thick semen. Yoochan’s t-shirt was soaked with the gushing semen.

“Ha… haa….”

Jungeol pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead on Yoochan’s shoulder. Yoochan watched Jungeol’s panting neck, then leaned his head against him.

A low moan and the remaining semen dripped down. The pulsating sensation in his hand made Yoochan’s arm tingle.

“…….”

After a while, Jungeol lifted his forehead and lightly kissed Yoochan’s nape. Yoochan, even more flustered than when Jungeol had held his penis, couldn’t lift his head properly and looked down at the penis still in his hand.

Jungeol straightened his back and released Yoochan’s hand. The remaining semen dripped between his fingers. Jungeol silently looked at Yoochan’s hand, then wiped the semen with his own clothes. Even though it wasn’t completely clean, the semen slowly disappeared. Yoochan mumbled,

“You said you wouldn’t go deep. You promised.”

“I didn’t go deep.”

“Wow, don’t lie! I almost choked to death…!”

A quiet laugh was heard.

“I didn’t even put half of it in.”

“So, were you planning to put it all in? If you put it all in, it would kill someone!”

Feeling a belated surge of anger at Jungeol’s relentless actions, Yoochan grumbled. Jungeol smiled and knelt, zipping up his pants as he asked lightly,

“Do you want to do it to me too?”

There was a moment of silence. Jungeol looked down at Yoochan and asked again,

“Do you want to?”

Yoochan, who had been hard since the kiss, hesitated for a moment, then nodded without any pride.

Jungeol found it cute and straightened up. Fearing that Jungeol might change his mind, Yoochan quickly unbuckled his belt and took off his underwear and pants, placing them to the side.

With nothing on below, Yoochan blushed as he tentatively held his own penis. Jungeol narrowed his eyes, then ran his middle finger over his lips, wet with Yoochan’s pre-cum. He then pulled Yoochan’s hips and laid him down on the floor. Yoochan took a deep breath and tensed his stomach. As his legs spread, he saw Jungeol lowering his head.

Jungeol skillfully licked Yoochan’s glans with his tongue, then opened his throat and took the penis deep into his mouth. The sensation of his penis being sucked into the wet, hot mouth made Yoochan shiver and moan.

* * *

Jungeol picked up his chopsticks and looked across the table. Yoochan was stuffing his mouth full of bossam meat, his cheeks puffed out as he chewed eagerly. Jungeol watched as Yoochan finished one mouthful and immediately started wrapping another piece of meat. He suddenly recalled the events of the previous night.

— Hyung… ugh, Hyung….

Yoochan’s face was flushed as if he were drunk, clinging to Jungeol’s shoulders and head. He kept repeating, “Hyung.” He seemed anxious and excited, not knowing what to do, and ended up moaning loudly as he clung to Jungeol.

Of course, they didn’t touch the tteokbokki. After it was all over, Yoochan desperately stopped Jungeol from entering the living room.

— Hyung! Hyung! Don’t go in! You can’t!

Yoochan’s expression was a mix of embarrassment and shame, but Jungeol thought there must be a reason. He kissed Yoochan and left, feeling a sense of loss. Fortunately, Yoochan seemed fine today as they ate lunch together near the school.

Yoochan said he was on a diet to lose weight and gave Jungeol half of his rice. Now, he was eagerly stuffing his mouth with meat-filled bossam. Jungeol watched Yoochan’s eager eating, so different from his behavior the night before, and forgot he was eating himself. He quietly laughed, then met Yoochan’s gaze.

“…….”

Yoochan, with a tense expression, kept chewing his food while looking at Jungeol. Even after swallowing, his gaze remained fixed on Jungeol, indicating he had something to say.

Hearing Yoochan’s hesitant words, Jungeol faintly recalled the sounds Yoochan made the previous night. Although it didn’t go all the way, it was quite satisfying. As Jungeol’s eyes narrowed in thought, Yoochan suddenly said, “Hyung.” Raising an eyebrow, Jungeol listened.

“I was first in push-ups in my department today.”

“……”

“I beat Park Jinhong and Lee Gikang. I didn’t compete with the seniors, but I did more than last year’s push-up champion. I’m probably the best in our department.”

Yoochan said, his voice deflating slightly at the end. Jungeol’s eyes softened, realizing that Yoochan wanted praise for his push-up performance.

“First place? That’s impressive.”

Momentarily surprised by the random boasting about push-ups, Jungeol quickly responded kindly, resting his chin on his fist.

“Aren’t you curious how many I did?”

“Of course. How many?”

Knowing Yoochan wanted him to ask, Jungeol didn’t hesitate this time. Yoochan shrugged and told the number. When Jungeol praised him, Yoochan rubbed his neck and modestly replied, “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Jinhong said I looked like a Komodo dragon doing two push-ups per second.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Well, it means I’m strong, so it’s probably a good thing.”

Watching Yoochan, who always defied his expectations, Jungeol smiled at him fondly. Satisfied with the reaction he got, Yoochan continued eating his meat. Then, remembering something else, he added, “Ah.”

“You know, Hyung, the late-night movie we planned to watch tonight.”

“Yeah.”

“Can we watch it at home instead?”

“On a laptop?”

Jungeol asked while eating. Yoochan quickly shook his head.

“No, with the projector.”

“You have a projector? Mine’s at home.”

“I ordered one from school earlier just to watch it with you. It should be at home by now. There’s a clean white wall space on the second floor. I thought it would be nice to watch it together there.”

Yoochan mumbled with food in one cheek.

“Well… if you really want to go to the theater, we can.”

“Let’s do that. I like watching at home too.”

Jungeol agreed without much thought. Yoochan’s face brightened instantly. Feeling happy, Yoochan gulped down water from the kimchi bowl and wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand.

“You know, I got a new mattress delivered when I came home for lunch.”

“What about the bed in your room?”

“It’s still there. There’s a bed on the second floor, but it’s a single and too small. Watching the projector on the floor with you seemed awkward. I thought about getting a sofa but ended up buying a bed. It’s a king-size, perfect for two guys. I also got new bedding.”

“That’s great.”

“Can you stay over?”

Considering what genre would be good to watch with Yoochan, Jungeol was stunned by the sudden question.

“…What?”

Thinking he misheard, Jungeol asked again. Yoochan, uncharacteristically nervous, bit and released his lower lip before replying.

“Just since I got a new bed. The house is big, and it’s lonely to sleep alone. If you watch a movie and go home at night, you’ll be tired. We might want to watch the next part too. If we stop and watch it the next day, it won’t be fun…”

Jungeol watched Yoochan, who was making all sorts of excuses, and slowly curled his lips into a smile.

“Seems like I did a good job last night.”

Yoochan’s face turned bright red at the teasing. Denying the obvious, Yoochan shouted.

“That’s not it! I just want to spend the whole night with you, Hyung! I really just want to watch movies with you!”

“Yesterday, you were trying to kick me out.”

“No, I wasn’t kicking you out. There was a reason. I hadn’t cleaned up, so I had no choice.”

“What didn’t you clean up?”

“What?”

“You didn’t clean?”

“…Uh, well, something like that.”

Yoochan stammered, suddenly at a loss for words, then continued.

“Anyway, I cleaned everything up after you left, so you can come into the living room now. You can stay over too. Actually, I’d prefer if you stayed over…”

“……”

“Honestly, I’d really like it if you stayed over…”

Jungeol chuckled at Yoochan’s last, brave statement. Seeing Jungeol laugh, Yoochan added, as if not expecting much.

“But you probably can’t stay because of Gaang, right?”

Jungeol told Yoochan to wait a moment and made a call. Taeho’s voice faintly came through the phone. Jungeol got straight to the point.

“You’re leaving early today, right? Leave Gaang and go ahead.”

Taeho seemed to ask a short question. Jungeol looked at Yoochan intently and answered Taeho.

“No, I don’t think I’ll be coming back at all.”

Hearing that Jungeol was planning to stay out, Yoochan swallowed hard. It felt like Jungeol could hear his heart pounding.

When Jungeol arrived at Yoochan’s place after work, Gaang wasn’t with him. When Yoochan asked about Gaang’s whereabouts, Jungeol, taking off his coat and hanging it on the living room rack, replied.

“I hired a dog walker.”

“Wow, at this hour?”

“Raised the hourly rate, and there was a line. But I still have to pick him up in two or three hours.”

“That’s enough time to watch a movie! But let’s not waste time, come on up, Hyung. I’ve got everything set up upstairs. I was fumbling with the projector since it’s been a while.”

Yoochan’s smile didn’t leave his face, thinking about enjoying a cozy date with Jungeol without Gaang’s interruptions, even if only for a few hours. Jungeol glanced around the living room, which Yoochan had barred him from entering the previous night. Various exercise equipment, including dumbbells, was scattered around.

“These were from the second floor, but I brought them down for a bit. It was too messy to keep them on the first floor.”

As Yoochan passed by, Jungeol noticed a pleasant scent and stopped to look back.

“Why?”

Yoochan’s hair was still slightly damp, and his face looked freshly washed, indicating he had just showered. Jungeol, with a playful expression, leaned in and asked.

“Should I shower too?”

Yoochan quickly realized Jungeol wasn’t just talking about a regular end-of-day shower.

Blushing, Yoochan averted his gaze but then nodded vigorously. Jungeol straightened up and immediately took off his shirt. Seeing the wings on his back and the lettering on his side, Yoochan couldn’t help but recall Jungeol’s body from the previous night.

“Then… I’ll go upstairs and finish setting up. Take your time, or rather, hurry up and come out.”

Yoochan, embarrassed, quickly ran up to the second floor. Jungeol laughed and headed to the bathroom.

When Jungeol came out, drying his wet hair with a towel, he found two sets of clothes prepared in front of the bathroom. One was a white silk pajama set that looked like something newlyweds would wear, and the other was a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a loose white T-shirt. Jungeol changed into the sweatpants and T-shirt and went upstairs.

Everything was perfectly set up for the movie on the second floor.

A clean white wall without a single nail mark displayed the projector’s light clearly. A small side table held a warm yellow lamp, candles, and ice cups filled with popcorn and cola.

The king-size mattress was neatly arranged with blankets, pillows, and a sofa from the first-floor bed. In the center of it all, Yoochan sat in the very pajamas Jungeol had ignored. Jungeol thought about changing into the matching pajamas but then Yoochan spoke up.

“I just bought this because it looked nice, but it fits me so tightly that it definitely won’t fit you, Hyung.”

Seeing the pajamas straining at the shoulders, Jungeol approached Yoochan. Yoochan pointed to the side table with the glass he was holding and said.

“I have to drink diet cola, but you can have anything from the fridge, Hyung. I bought everything. Fanta, Sprite, and…”

Jungeol chuckled at the list of drinks Yoochan rattled off. Watching Yoochan, who seemed to have prepared everything, Jungeol sat down beside him.

“Ah, wait a moment!”

Yoochan quickly took a photo of Jungeol’s feet and his own, then put down his cup and grabbed his phone.

“Stay still like that. I need to take a picture for evidence.”

“What evidence?”

“I’m going to post it on Lopstagram. If your feet show, people will know you’re a guy, so stay still.”

Click. Yoochan took a few photos, and Jungeol looked at him, puzzled.

“You said you’d tell me later.”

“I was going to. But strangely, everyone at school already knows. Everyone I ran into congratulated me on being in a relationship. I was so confused. How did they find out? Did Yeji tell them?”

Yoochan muttered suspiciously, then took a sip of his diet cola and frowned.

“Ah, drinking this stuff while on a diet is so unfair. I was planning to bulk up. I really hate dieting.”

As Yoochan spoke, he saw Jungeol reaching for his waist and instinctively tensed his abs. Jungeol lifted the hem of Yoochan’s silk pajamas and calmly said,

“I like you just the way you are.”

Then he casually let the hem fall back into place. As Jungeol leaned against the long triangular cushion on the wall, Yoochan’s arm brushed against Jungeol’s. Jungeol’s last words had already made Yoochan tense, and he quickly averted his gaze, looking straight ahead.

Yoochan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at the blank screen. Jungeol decided to postpone teasing Yoochan and took a sip of Yoochan’s diet cola. Only then did Yoochan come to his senses and start the movie.

The opening credits rolled. Jungeol held the condensation-covered cup in one hand and rested his other arm on his head. But soon, Jungeol noticed that Yoochan was sitting upright, not leaning against the cushion. Before he could ask why, Yoochan spoke first.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah?”

“Didn’t you think about that when you got home?”

“That?”

“You know… what we did yesterday… together.”

“…….”

“I kept thinking about it at school.”

Yoochan then looked away from the screen and hung his head. Jungeol, watching Yoochan, asked,

“You didn’t invite me over just to watch a movie on the projector, did you?”

Caught off guard, Yoochan looked at Jungeol and nervously licked his lower lip. Jungeol smiled and added,

“It’s okay. I didn’t come here just to watch a movie either.”

Yoochan looked surprised. Jungeol opened the lid of the cola cup, took a mouthful of ice, and leaned towards Yoochan.

The cola mixed with ice spilled out. Startled, Yoochan instinctively gulped down the cold liquid. Jungeol’s tongue followed, gently caressing the inside of Yoochan’s cheek. As the ice melted, Jungeol’s firm flesh pressed against Yoochan, who relaxed and hugged Jungeol’s neck.

The fresh scent of their recently showered bodies filled the air. Jungeol’s hand was already supporting Yoochan’s head. As Jungeol leaned in further, Yoochan naturally lay back onto the pillow.

The melting ice moved back and forth between their tongues. Jungeol lightly gripped Yoochan’s nape, then released it, his tongue sweeping across Yoochan’s palate before pulling away. The ice passed from Jungeol’s mouth to Yoochan’s and back again.

Yoochan looked dazed, his eyes half-open. Simultaneously, his jaw felt chilled. The ice that had cooled his mouth was now pressed against his throat by Jungeol’s soft lips.

“Huh.”

Jungeol’s hand slipped under Yoochan’s pajama top and touched his abs. As Jungeol’s thumb rubbed against the sensitive spots on Yoochan’s firm muscles, Yoochan let out a soft moan.

“Ah… uh….”

The cold ice on his throat and the warm hand on his waist made Yoochan lose his senses. He covered his eyes with the arm that had been around Jungeol. As Jungeol’s knee slipped between Yoochan’s legs, stimulating his crotch, Yoochan couldn’t resist any longer.