Black & Grey Vol. 3 Chapter 4

In the end, Yoochan let out a long moan and twisted his body. Jungeol pressed down on Yoochan’s shoulder with his other hand, preventing him from moving. Yoochan, with nowhere to go, grabbed the pillowcase with his remaining hand and opened his eyes slightly.

The hand that had been caressing his waist slowly moved up.

Jungeol lightly bit Yoochan’s nape, which he had been stimulating with his cold lips and tongue. Yoochan gasped and held his breath. The long fingertips that brushed against his ribs came close to his armpit. Yoochan, who could no longer bear the ticklish feeling, lowered the arm that had been covering his eyes and pressed it against his body to protect his side.

A small laugh was heard. Realizing that Yoochan was ticklish, the hand that had been moving towards his armpit changed direction and rubbed his full chest with the palm of the hand. As the erect nipple was pressed, Yoochan, who had been barely holding back his voice, moaned again.

“Uh… huh…!”

This time, Jungeol clearly smiled. Yoochan’s face turned bright red, as he himself thought it was strange how sensitive his nipples were. Meanwhile, Jungeol, who had been caressing Yoochan’s entire chest muscle with his palm, bent his thumb and index finger and lightly twisted Yoochan’s nipple.

“Ah, Hyung…!”

Startled, Yoochan grabbed Jungeol’s hand under the pajamas with both hands. Instead of answering, Jungeol licked Yoochan’s neck with his tongue and lowered his head a little further. Jungeol’s hand, which had been held by Yoochan, slipped out and went into the gap of the pajama pants.

Yoochan gasped as Jungeol’s lips touched the first button of his pajamas. The first button was easily undone by Jungeol’s tongue and lips. At the same time, Jungeol grabbed Yoochan’s pajamas and underwear and pulled them down together. Yoochan’s erect penis, which had been erect for a while, bounced out and hit Jungeol’s forearm. Jungeol bit the second button and grabbed Yoochan’s penis that had brushed against his arm.

“Ha… ha….”

Yoochan’s breath became rough with anticipation. As the third button was undone, Jungeol’s cold tongue touched his solar plexus. Yoochan, who had been clenching his fist, opened his hand and placed it on Jungeol’s curly hair. The moist tongue that had been rubbing the area was replaced by dry lips, and the hand that had been pressing on his shoulder moved down.

Realizing Jungeol’s intention to undress him, Yoochan lifted his waist. The smooth pajamas slid down to Yoochan’s ankles under Jungeol’s guidance. As Yoochan bent his knees to make it easier to remove the pants stuck at his ankles, the fourth and fifth buttons were undone, and the pajama top opened wide on both sides.

The tongue touched his pubic bone, and Jungeol’s hand, which had been far down, came up his leg. The hand that had been stroking the outside of his thigh bent and rubbed the inside of his thigh secretly.

“Ah….”

Without realizing it, Yoochan grabbed Jungeol’s hair and bit his lower lip. The large hand did not stop and dug into the gap between his legs. Startled, Yoochan tensed his stomach, and his penis twitched reflexively.

“Ugh…!”

Jungeol’s lips, which had wrapped around his scrotum, gently touched his hardened penis. Sensing what was to come, Yoochan kept letting out short breaths. As his penis was gripped by the calloused palm, Yoochan closed his eyes tightly. Soon, the soft tongue touched his glans, and his penis was sucked into the cold and wet place.

“Ah…! Ah!”

At the chilling sensation, Yoochan lifted his head and grabbed Jungeol’s head with his open palm.

“Ugh…!”

His penis forced its way through Jungeol’s tightly closed lips.

“Huh… ah!”

The lips that had fully taken in his glans did not stop and moved down. Feeling the impending ejaculation, Yoochan gritted his teeth.

Today, no matter what, he wanted to hold out. Last night, as soon as Jungeol took his glans into his mouth and licked it with his tongue, Yoochan ejaculated immediately, ending it without properly enjoying it.

Yoochan felt like he was going crazy all day thinking about that brief moment of ecstasy that lasted less than a minute. Today, the stimulation was even greater. Unlike last night, when Jungeol had lightly taken his penis into his mouth, today Jungeol seemed determined.

Jungeol firmly gripped the base of Yoochan’s penis with his hand and took it deep into his mouth. As the tip of his glans touched the soft mucous membrane inside, the already sensitive Yoochan furrowed his brows and moaned.

The tongue that had been quietly inside Jungeol’s mouth licked up Yoochan’s penis from the outside.

“Huh…!”

Yoochan shivered and grabbed Jungeol’s shoulders with both hands. As if that was a signal, Jungeol, who had been holding the base of the penis, slowly moved his hand.

“Ugh… ah…!”

It was so skillful that it was hard to believe Jungeol’s claim that he had never dated or been with a man. Yoochan gasped and moaned loudly at the slow up-and-down motion of the hand and the tongue that licked just below the glans. The tip of his glans kept touching and separating from the rough mucous membrane on Jungeol’s palate. Yoochan couldn’t help but call out Jungeol’s name repeatedly.

“Ah… ah, ugh, Hyung… ah…! Ah, Jungeol Hyung…!”

The hand gripping and stroking the shaft sped up slightly. The palate that had been strongly rubbing the tip of the glans moved away, and Jungeol’s tongue sharply dug in.

“Ah… ah, ugh, Hyung, Hyung…!”

The mouth that had been holding Yoochan’s penis almost completely withdrew. As the tongue licked the glans, the large hand that had been holding only the root gripped the shaft and stroked it.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

Even with the simple action of the skin being pushed up and then pushed back down, his entire body quickly heated up. It was a completely different feeling from when he touched himself. As the tongue stimulated the glans, Yoochan’s penis, which had been slowly aroused, soon trembled.

“Huh… ah….”

Yoochan bent his knee and twitched his leg. Realizing that Yoochan was about to ejaculate, Jungeol slowed down his hand movements and took his tongue away. Yoochan looked at Jungeol with a disappointed expression, as if asking ‘why.’ Jungeol smiled and slipped his hand under one of Yoochan’s knees, lifting it up.

“Ah…! Hyung…!”

Yoochan finally made a sound and covered his lower body with his hand. Even though the light was off, the screen light behind Jungeol seemed to illuminate that area clearly.

Jungeol pretended not to hear Yoochan and lifted his thigh high. As Jungeol’s firm buttocks were raised and Yoochan’s body was almost folded in half, Jungeol leaned his upper body down and opened his mouth. Yoochan, who was about to relax thinking it would be the same oral sex as before, was surprised by the lips touching the underside of his penis and let out a short moan, curling his toes.

“Ugh…!”

Unlike the wet shaft, the dry scrotum touched Jungeol’s lips.

“Hyung… Hyung….”

Yoochan pressed Jungeol’s shoulder and pleaded. Although he knew Jungeol wouldn’t bite, he felt an instinctive fear. Jungeol lightly bit and released Yoochan’s scrotum, as if sipping whipped cream from coffee.

At first, Yoochan felt uncomfortable and anxious, but he gradually became accustomed to Jungeol’s caress of lightly biting and releasing his scrotum. He relaxed the muscles of his entire body, which had been tightly tensed, and rested his head on the pillow. However, when Jungeol’s hand, which had been rubbing his thigh, went under his scrotum, he couldn’t stay calm.

“Hyung…!”

Thinking that Jungeol would go all the way today, Yoochan called out to him with a crying sound. Jungeol, who had been focused on the hole he was about to penetrate, looked up at Yoochan as if nothing had happened.

“…Ah….”

Yoochan, who had called Jungeol, looked at him with a pitiful expression, not knowing what to say, gritting his teeth and furrowing his brows. Jungeol’s serious expression softened, and he let go of Yoochan’s thigh, which he had been holding tightly, and approached him.

As their lips gently touched, Yoochan’s furrowed brows finally relaxed. Yoochan hugged Jungeol’s back and actively responded to the kiss. Following Jungeol’s lead, he stuck out his tongue, scraped past Jungeol’s upper teeth, and licked his palate. Jungeol lightly bit and sucked Yoochan’s tongue, which was clumsily stimulating his palate.

Jungeol’s hands moved towards Yoochan’s back, which he had been touching. Yoochan helped Jungeol, who was pulling up his own clothes, and pulled Jungeol’s t-shirt. Jungeol took his lips away and neatly took off his t-shirt.

Yoochan impatiently clung to Jungeol and kissed him. Sitting face to face, Jungeol wrapped his hand around Yoochan’s nape and sucked his lower lip. Yoochan, who had let go of his arm while taking off his t-shirt, hugged Jungeol and slowly stroked his bare back, which was covered in tattoos from his waist to his shoulders, shoulder blades, and neck.

A low moan from Jungeol was heard between kisses. Even with the faint sound, Yoochan’s penis reacted greatly. His penis, which had been thoroughly caressed, twitched as if it wanted to release semen right away. Yoochan, who had been stroking Jungeol’s back, reached down with one arm and grabbed his own penis. However, Jungeol immediately grabbed his wrist.

Yoochan opened his eyes and looked at Jungeol in surprise. And he met Jungeol’s gaze, who seemed to have been awake for a while.

“…….”

“…….”

Jungeol looked straight at Yoochan and lightly bit his lip. The dazed Yoochan naturally leaned back as the hand pushed his body. Only when Yoochan’s head touched the pillow did Jungeol let go of his tightly gripped wrist.

Then Jungeol knelt and straightened his upper body. The clear eyes looking straight at him and the slightly open lips, as if excited, came into Yoochan’s view.

Just then, the beam projector’s screen showed a bright, sunny beach. Yoochan, mesmerized by Jungeol’s appearance, which was like that of an actor on the screen, suddenly came to his senses when he saw Jungeol grabbing his waistband. Yoochan hurriedly pulled something out from under the pillow and handed it to Jungeol.

Jungeol, who was about to take off his pants, took the item Yoochan handed him. It was a condom. Jungeol looked at the condom wrapper and said to the embarrassed Yoochan,

“This one doesn’t fit.”

“What?”

Yoochan, who had been secretly pleased with his foresight in preparing a condom for his lover, asked in surprise.

“Do condoms come in sizes?”

“Yeah.”

“…But isn’t it made of rubber, so it should stretch?”

Jungeol chuckled, but Yoochan’s expression darkened instantly. He was worried about what to do if the condom didn’t fit in this situation. Jungeol stroked Yoochan’s hair, who was feeling down, and then reached into the pocket of the training pants Yoochan had lent him.

What Jungeol took out next was a condom and a bottle containing a clear liquid. Yoochan looked at the mysterious bottle with a suspicious expression. As soon as Jungeol slightly pulled down his pants and underwear, Yoochan noticed it and called out to him.

“…Hyung.”

At the trembling voice, Jungeol looked at Yoochan with the condom wrapper in his mouth. Yoochan, looking very tense, swallowed hard and said,

“Please… be gentle.”

Instead of answering, Jungeol smiled leisurely as he tore open the wrapper with his teeth.

Yoochan’s jaw dropped at the size of the condom. It wasn’t the first time Yoochan had seen a condom. He had even handled one during sex education in elementary and middle school and put it on a model penis. He had also carefully inspected one of the condoms he bought in advance for today’s perfect date with Jungeol while Jungeol was showering.

However, the condom Jungeol was holding was very different from what Yoochan knew.

Normally, a condom stretched to the width of two fingers tightly gripped, but Jungeol’s condom could loosely fit at least three fingers, or exactly three and a half fingers.

As Yoochan swallowed hard at the significantly different size, Jungeol grabbed his pants and underwear and pulled them down.

Just by slightly pulling the front, Jungeol’s penis quickly sprang out.

Yoochan had to admit that suggesting a home date might have been a bit reckless. In just one day, Jungeol’s penis had become idealized in Yoochan’s memory. Perhaps because he had seen the large condom, or perhaps because of the burden of knowing that today it would be inserted into a much narrower place than his mouth, Jungeol’s penis looked even more magnificent than he remembered.

It was literally a size that suited the description of ‘magnificent.’ Already overwhelmed by what was to come, Yoochan was at a loss for words as Jungeol placed the condom on the blunt tip of his glans. As Jungeol was about to roll down the rolled-up part, he noticed Yoochan’s silence and glanced up.

“…….”

Yoochan was staring at Jungeol’s penis with his eyes focused and his head almost touching it, as if hypnotized. Jungeol, who had only placed the condom on the glans, playfully opened his palm. Yoochan, who had been intensely focused, flinched and looked up.

His eyes seemed to ask, ‘Can I put it on?’

Jungeol lowered his hand and supported himself on the bed. Yoochan swallowed dryly and slowly reached out his hand.

When he touched the slippery condom with his fingertips, the thick glans underneath twitched. As Jungeol shifted his body, the lower part of his penis, hidden by the backlight, was enveloped in darkness. The darkness stimulated his imagination even more.

Yoochan first carefully pinched the condom with the index fingers and thumbs of both hands and slowly rolled it down from the tip of the glans. After a few movements, the glans was fully covered by the condom. Yoochan looked up at Jungeol to check if he was doing it right. Expecting Jungeol to be looking at his hands, Yoochan found Jungeol staring at his face.

Wondering what expression he was making.

Wanting to know what he was thinking.

Yoochan blinked rapidly and quickly lowered his gaze. Unknowingly gritting his teeth, Yoochan grabbed the sides of the condom, which had only covered the glans, and slowly rolled down the rolled-up part with his fingers.

Even though he had rolled it down quite a bit, there was still a considerable length of the shaft left. Every time his fingers brushed against the hot flesh, he had strange thoughts. Although the thin latex was actually covering the penis, the ferocious size of the penis made Yoochan feel as if the condom was part of his own body.

Suddenly, the background music of the movie stopped.

Finally, after rolling the condom all the way down, Yoochan looked up and Jungeol suddenly leaned in and kissed him.

“Mmm….”

With a short gasp, Yoochan’s body was gently pushed back. Yoochan braced himself with his hips and wrapped his arms around Jungeol’s neck. A warm tongue slid into his mouth. Strong arms softly pushed Yoochan’s body. As Yoochan, who had his knees up, was overwhelmed by the passionate kiss and fell backward, Jungeol smoothly moved on top of him.

The hand that had been supporting Yoochan’s waist was now stroking his hair. The hand that had been caressing his nape slowly moved down and gripped Yoochan’s shoulder. Below, Jungeol’s knee pushed between Yoochan’s calves. Yoochan tensed up, his body stiffening. Perhaps there wasn’t enough space, as Jungeol used his other hand to spread Yoochan’s ankles and firmly secured them with his knee.

Jungeol opened the lid of the glass bottle with one hand and turned his wrist the other way. Cold liquid dripped onto Jungeol’s palm. Jungeol, with his oil-covered hand, grasped Yoochan’s erect penis.

“Ugh….”

As Jungeol lightly stroked his penis, Yoochan let out a moan. The wet, slippery hand felt unfamiliar. Yoochan closed his eyes tightly, feeling afraid. The hand that had been gripping Yoochan’s shoulder slipped through the open pajamas and wrapped around his nape.

A shadow fell over his closed eyelids. Knowing Jungeol was approaching, Yoochan lifted his chin, ready for a kiss, when the hand stroking his penis touched beneath his scrotum.

“Ah….”

As Yoochan parted his lips, a tongue pushed in. While panting and receiving Jungeol’s tongue, the wet hand that had been rubbing his penis brushed against his scrotum and touched the deep area below.

“Ugh.”

As the cold hand rubbed the entrance, Yoochan instinctively tensed up in rejection. Jungeol used his other hand to gently soothe Yoochan’s nape and turned his head to softly suck on Yoochan’s lips. Yoochan furrowed his brows, clinging to Jungeol’s shoulder, and breathed heavily. Then, one of the fingers that had been circling the entrance pushed inside.

“Ugh….”

Feeling the unfamiliar sensation, Yoochan clenched tightly. But the force of the finger pushing in was stronger. Startled, Yoochan couldn’t focus on the kiss and opened his mouth, lifting his head. Jungeol covered him with his shoulder and leaned in. Their lips met again, and a thick tongue stirred inside his mouth. While Yoochan was overwhelmed by the intense kiss, the finger pushed deeper into the tightly clenched membrane.

“Ugh….”

Yoochan let out a thin sound through his clenched teeth. The finger pushing in felt uncomfortable, and he furrowed his brows. Jungeol pressed his lips to Yoochan’s nape. Warm breath and a soft tongue touched his skin. Yoochan’s focus, which had been on the lower part of his body, shifted upward. The ticklish sensation of the tongue brushing against his skin made Yoochan hunch his shoulders and avoid it, then he grabbed Jungeol’s chin and kissed him first.

Their tongues intertwined firmly. The finger that had been pressing down moved back briefly, then poked at the entrance again and pushed inside. The finger felt unusually long as it rubbed against the inner wall and stopped deep inside. It seemed to have finally reached the end. Just as Yoochan thought the discomfort was less than before, Jungeol’s fingertip curved and scraped the inner wall.

“Mm, ugh….”

Feeling uncomfortable, Yoochan straightened his knees and lifted his hips. Jungeol blocked Yoochan’s movement with his leg and gently bit Yoochan’s lower lip.

“Ugh.”

Yoochan’s arm, which was wrapped around Jungeol’s neck, trembled. Jungeol’s teeth released Yoochan’s lip, and the soft tongue touched it again. Yoochan pulled Jungeol’s neck, crossing his arms and drawing him into his embrace. Then, the finger that had been rubbing the inner wall slipped out. Soon, two fingers pushed inside. Yoochan’s neck stiffened.

“Haah.”

Yoochan quickly pulled his lips away and rested his cheek on Jungeol’s shoulder. Unlike when the first finger entered, the two fingers immediately spread the entrance on both sides and gradually widened the area.

The fingers moving inside made Yoochan shiver. Tensed up, his penis, which had slightly softened, regained its strength. The tingling sensation from the inner wall felt unfamiliar, and Yoochan unconsciously clenched and blocked the back. The hand that had been holding his back tightened.

As Jungeol’s hand signaled him to relax, stroking his spine, Yoochan furrowed his brow and barely managed to relax his body. Suddenly, another finger touched the entrance and pushed in. The pressure was much greater than with one or two fingers, and Yoochan urgently cried out.

“Hyung…! I think it’s enough now….”

Jungeol moved his body away from Yoochan.

“It doesn’t seem like it will fit yet.”

Looking down at the fingers spreading inside the hole, Jungeol said. Jungeol then raised his knee and pulled Yoochan’s thigh up, securing it.

“Ah.”

As the private area was fully exposed under the beam projector’s light, Yoochan’s face turned bright red. Yoochan folded his arms to cover his lower face and looked down at Jungeol with worried eyes. Jungeol’s forearm moved slowly again.

“Ugh, ah….”

The pressure inside increased as the fingers spread open the hole, making it feel even more intense than when they entered.

“Huh, ah, ah….”

The moans escaped Yoochan’s mouth continuously, not necessarily from pleasure or pain, but from the unfamiliar sensation of something foreign poking inside him. Yoochan clenched his fists tightly, trying to focus on anything but the sensation below.

Jungeol’s breath was slightly ragged as he narrowed his eyes, looking down at himself. Even in silhouette, the muscles of his forearm were beautifully defined, flexing powerfully with each movement of his hand. Gradually, Yoochan relaxed and surrendered his body to Jungeol. As the tight hole loosened, the inner walls that had been tightly gripping Jungeol’s fingers also began to soften.

Soon, three fingers could easily move in and out. Seeing the oiled-up hole, Jungeol pulled out his fingers and picked up the oil bottle from the floor. He poured the remaining oil onto his condom-covered penis.

Yoochan watched Jungeol spread the oil over his long, thick penis and tensed his jaw. Jungeol seemed ready to enter. As Jungeol approached, Yoochan pulled him into an embrace, their lips meeting immediately. Jungeol grabbed Yoochan’s thighs and pulled him up.

A rough breath, from one of them, was heard as the blunt tip of the glans touched the entrance. Yoochan, panting and licking Jungeol’s lips, couldn’t help but let out a sound as the glans spread the hole and entered.

“Ah, ah…! Ugh…!”

Yoochan stretched his legs and gently pushed Jungeol’s shoulder. Jungeol, watching Yoochan intently, pushed his hips in a bit more. As the reddened entrance fully took in the glans, Yoochan finally couldn’t hold back and cried out.

“Ah…! Ah…! Ah, Hyung… wait a moment…!”

Yoochan shook his head and used his feet to stop Jungeol’s shoulder. Signaling not to go any further, Jungeol calmly pressed his lips to Yoochan’s calf and gently stroked Yoochan’s trembling penis.

Yoochan lay his head on the pillow, feeling Jungeol’s touch. The oil-covered hand stroked Yoochan’s penis and glans, then cupped his cold scrotum.

“Huh…. uh….”

The warm, gentle touch made Yoochan’s pained expression slowly relax.

Jungeol released the scrotum and moved his fingers down to rub around the hole where his penis was inserted. As Yoochan’s sobs subsided, Jungeol used his other hand to grip Yoochan’s pubic bone and slowly pushed his hips in.

When Jungeol’s penis, which had slightly retreated, pushed in again, Yoochan furrowed his brows and turned his head. Jungeol didn’t stop and pushed his hips in a bit more. Yoochan gritted his teeth, trying to endure, but eventually cried out.

“Ugh, uh! Ah! Ah! Hyung, Hyung…!”

Jungeol, holding Yoochan’s thighs, looked at him with a frustrated expression as he pushed his penis into the tightly clenched hole. Yoochan carefully pushed Jungeol’s shoulder with his toes, hesitating to answer, and then said with a nearly tearful expression,

“I… I can’t do it….”

“…….”

“I really don’t think it can go in any further, Hyung… I’m sorry….”

Seeing Jungeol’s furrowed brow, Yoochan looked disappointed. He had been looking forward to an amazing night with Jungeol, but that damn thing just kept going in without end. The penis pressing against his insides made the widely stretched entrance feel like it was about to tear, and Yoochan was scared.

“Can we maybe try again later?”

Yoochan whispered belatedly. In response, Jungeol lifted Yoochan’s thigh again.

“Jungeol Hyung…!”

Thinking Jungeol was about to push in more, Yoochan was startled, but Jungeol calmly asked,

“Can you handle it up to here?”

“Huh?”

Yoochan looked confused. Jungeol pushed Yoochan’s thigh towards his chest and gently pressed his hand on Yoochan’s lower abdomen, where the muscles were prominent.

“I’m asking if it doesn’t hurt up to here.”

“Ah….”

Yoochan realized that the glans had entered up to where Jungeol’s finger was pressing on his lower abdomen and nodded.

In truth, although it felt burdensome, Jungeol had prepared him enough so that the entrance wasn’t painful. However, Yoochan wasn’t sure how much more of Jungeol he could take, as this was his first time opening up there.

“I’m sorry for saying I can’t do it.”

Jungeol raised an eyebrow and looked at Yoochan, then pulled his lip and said, as if he didn’t mind,

“It’s okay.”

“…But still.”

“It’s amazing that you’ve come this far for your first time.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah.”

At Jungeol’s compliment, Yoochan’s face brightened as if he had never been gloomy. Seeing Yoochan regain his spirit, Jungeol chuckled and gently caressed Yoochan’s lower abdomen, which he had been pressing.

“I’ll only put it in up to here. Is that okay?”

Yoochan hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind and pressed his lips together, nodding resolutely. Jungeol lightly kissed Yoochan’s calf and then slowly pulled his hips back.

“Uh… uh…”

The sensation of his penis pulling out and rubbing against the inner walls was unfamiliar, and Yoochan let out a moan. Leaving only the tip of the glans inside, Jungeol carefully observed Yoochan’s expression as he pushed his hips in again.

“Ah… ah…. ugh….”

The hole that had closed tightened again as the thick part of the glans pushed in. Yoochan clenched his fists like a newborn baby. But perhaps because Jungeol had promised not to put it in any further than where his hand was, Yoochan did not struggle or tense up as he had before.

“Ugh….”

Jungeol watched Yoochan quietly furrow his brows as he accepted him, and pushed his lower body in only up to where his hand was pressing. Then he slowly pulled out again. After a few repetitions, Yoochan’s moans began to change.

“Huh… ah… ah, Hyung….”

Each time Jungeol’s penis spread the inner walls and entered, Yoochan moved his head to the side and made pleasurable sounds. Jungeol realized that Yoochan’s eyebrows twisted in pleasure whenever the glans rubbed against a certain spot on the inner wall. Jungeol kept Yoochan’s thigh in the same position and slightly changed the angle to repeatedly thrust into the same spot. As the prostate was directly stimulated, Yoochan’s moans burst out as if they had been waiting for this.

“Huh… ah… ugh…!”

“…….”

“Ah, I’m going crazy…! Ah, ugh, huh, ugh, ugh… ah…!”

Unable to bear the stimulation, Yoochan clenched his back, causing the glans to be tightly gripped. Jungeol furrowed one eyebrow but did not stop the movement of his penis.

“Ugh… ugh, ah…!”

Jungeol looked at Yoochan’s erect and twitching penis and touched the slightly swollen glans with his finger. Clear liquid was flowing out and pooling there. Jungeol pulled his lip and asked,

“Does it not hurt anymore?”

Yoochan nodded with a furrowed brow. Jungeol asked tentatively, listening to the ugh, ugh sounds,

“Should I put it in more?”

Frightened, Yoochan quickly shook his head with his lips pressed tightly together. Seeing Yoochan clench and refuse, Jungeol chuckled softly.

“Okay, I won’t put it in more.”

Reassured, Yoochan relaxed his body. Feeling the stimulation from the hole clenching and unclenching, Jungeol furrowed one eyebrow and let out a low breath. He liked the feeling of the hole, which was sufficiently relaxed but tightened with each movement of his hips.

Jungeol gathered Yoochan’s knees and held them with one arm. Supporting Yoochan’s buttocks with the other hand, he moved his hips in short, quick thrusts, and Yoochan soon began to pant.

“Huh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ah…! Ah…!”

Yoochan let out pleasurable, painful moans and brought his hand down.

“Huh, huh, uh, ugh….”

The hand that reached down to his lower abdomen hesitated. He seemed to want to touch but wasn’t sure if he should. Jungeol pulled Yoochan’s wrist and made him grab his penis. Then, gripping Yoochan’s hand and the throbbing penis together, he stroked it up and down firmly.

“Ugh, ugh…!”

Stimulated from both the front and the back, Yoochan reacted intensely.

“Ugh…! Huh… ah…! Ah! Ah…! Ah, huh…!”

Yoochan, who had been stroking his penis, suddenly struggled and let go of Jungeol’s wrist. It seemed like his senses were heightened, so Jungeol let go of the penis willingly. As Yoochan’s hand dug into his open palm, Jungeol grabbed Yoochan’s hand firmly, and only then did Yoochan seem reassured and close his eyes tightly. Simultaneously, Yoochan’s folded leg twitched greatly.

“Ah…! Ah…! Ugh…!”

Yoochan’s erect penis throbbed and suddenly released a burst of semen.

“Ugh…!”

Unable to hold back the intense orgasm, Yoochan stretched one leg that had been resting on Jungeol’s chest and shook. Thick semen spilled all over Yoochan’s stomach.

“Huh… huh….”

As Yoochan panted, trying to catch his breath, the penis inside him moved again.

“Hyung…!”

Yoochan yelped in surprise as the penis repeatedly poked his now highly sensitive inner walls. Even the slightest touch of the glans made Yoochan’s hips tingle. However, Jungeol kept thrusting into the same spot, holding Yoochan’s leg. Yoochan felt like he was going crazy, the aftershocks of his orgasm still lingering.

“Hyung…! Ah…! Ah…!”

Jungeol grabbed Yoochan’s hip and pulled him closer. As the penis rubbed against the inner walls, Yoochan screamed. Jungeol held Yoochan’s struggling body firmly and rubbed the glans against the inner wall right next to the entrance. The stimulation on the same spot, without going beyond the promised limit, was too much for Yoochan to bear.

“Ah…! Ah…! Ah…!”

With a scream-like moan, Yoochan wrapped his legs around Jungeol’s body and lifted his hips into the air.

“Ugh…!”

Yoochan trembled and tightened his hole. A small moan escaped Jungeol’s lips as well. Soon, Jungeol’s hand gripped Yoochan’s hip tightly. Exhausted from the continuous climaxes, Yoochan was startled by the painfully strong grip and opened his eyes wide, looking ahead.

Jungeol was gritting his teeth, his hips trembling slightly. A short vibration was felt where they were connected. Jungeol opened his lips and let out a low breath. His gaze, which had been looking at Yoochan’s now limp penis, soon turned to Yoochan’s face. At the same time, the penis slipped out. Thinking it was over, Yoochan relaxed and spread his legs, but the penis, with only the tip of the glans left inside, thrust back in. Yoochan’s eyes widened in surprise, and his face disappeared behind Jungeol’s broad shoulder.

***

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Yoochan groped for his phone on the bed with his eyes closed. The phone wasn’t in its usual spot. Puzzled, he opened his eyes slightly and saw the phone on the floor, not the mattress. The room was bright, even though Jungeol had turned off the light last night. After turning off the alarm, Yoochan looked beside him with sleepy eyes.

The mattress, marked with the remnants of last night’s passion, was empty except for Yoochan. Maybe Jungeol had left early for morning work. It would have been nice if he had kissed him goodbye. With a sigh of regret, Yoochan put on his underwear and pajamas from the floor and went downstairs.

Rubbing his bed-head hair, Yoochan entered the living room and saw Jungeol exercising with a push-up bar.

“…….”

Yoochan looked at Gaang, who was next to Jungeol, and scratched his forehead, which had pillow marks. He yawned and casually walked over to Jungeol, glancing at the dumbbell Jungeol had prepared for his next exercise. Yoochan started stretching naturally, hugging one arm.

As soon as the morning exercise ended, Yoochan lay down on the sit-up board bench, panting. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and chin and looked to the side. Gaang was lying on the carpet, looking bored as he watched Jungeol. Yoochan reached out his hand to Gaang and asked,

“When did you bring Gaang?”

“A little after two,” Jungeol replied, pulling the dumbbell towards him. Yoochan petted Gaang’s forehead as the dog wagged his tail and approached. He recalled the previous night.

Long after bedtime, Yoochan dozed off first, but Jungeol woke him up a few minutes later by shaking his shoulder. Almost unable to open his eyes, Yoochan was told by Jungeol to brush his teeth since he had drunk cola.

Half-asleep and hugging the mattress, Yoochan was coaxed by Jungeol to get up. They went downstairs together to brush their teeth and, since they were up, took a shower as well.

Yoochan remembered Jungeol tucking him in and turning off the beam projector and the upstairs light, but after that, he heard nothing. The next thing he knew, it was morning.

“I must have been really tired yesterday. I didn’t hear Hyung go out to get Gaang or Gaang crying.”

“Gaang didn’t cry yesterday.”

Jungeol said, bending and straightening his arm with the dumbbell. Yoochan asked in surprise,

“Gaang didn’t cry? That’s unusual.”

“He must have been tired from the early morning walk. He still looks sleepy.”

As usual, Gaang, who was always full of energy, seemed tired today, lying flat on the floor with only his eyes and tail moving.

“Gaang needs to walk until dawn to tire out.”

Yoochan, muttering as if he had found a good tip, saw Jungeol still working out and quietly got up to go behind him. He gently hugged Jungeol’s waist as he bent his arm holding the dumbbell and said.

“I should send Gaang for a dawn walk on special days from now on.”

“What are you planning to do while Gaang is out?”

Jungeol asked playfully, putting the dumbbell down on the floor.

“Ah, it’s embarrassing, so don’t ask.”

Yoochan bent his waist and then straightened up with Jungeol, answering. Jungeol smiled and reached back to hold Yoochan. Feeling the warmth against his back, Jungeol turned around as if something was missing and hugged Yoochan face-to-face. Yoochan looked up at Jungeol and said.

“You have to go to work, right? What time do you leave? Can we have breakfast together?”

Jungeol smiled with a peculiar expression.

“My appointment got postponed due to the client’s personal reasons. I’m free until the afternoon.”

“Really?”

Yoochan tried to act nonchalant, but his lips stretched into a wide smile. Embarrassed by his delayed laughter, Yoochan buried his face in Jungeol’s shoulder.

Then something warm and soft touched his lower lip. Yoochan looked up and saw it was a button. Remembering the previous night, Yoochan asked.

“How did you unbutton it with your mouth last night?”

Before Jungeol could answer, Yoochan gently bit the button near the collar of Jungeol’s henley shirt.

He glanced up, but Jungeol just held Yoochan’s back without stopping him. Taking it as permission, Yoochan used his lips, teeth, and tongue to unbutton it. Finally, one button came undone with a pop.

“Oh, it works.”

Though he managed to unbutton it, it seemed impossible to do it as quickly and skillfully as Jungeol had the previous night.

“How do you do it so fast, Hyung?”

“Will you do it for me if I teach you?”

“…Maybe.”

Embarrassed by his own words, Yoochan buried his forehead deeply in Jungeol’s chest.

Though his face was hidden, his ears were undeniably red. Trying to suppress his embarrassment, Yoochan hugged Jungeol’s waist tighter and swayed his body side to side, shifting his weight from one leg to the other like dancing a waltz.

The warmth and breadth of Jungeol’s chest felt like a cozy cradle. Wanting to snuggle deeper into Jungeol’s embrace, Yoochan squeezed his lower body between Jungeol’s legs, which were spread shoulder-width apart. Leaning against the wall, Jungeol gently stroked Yoochan’s back as he clung to him like a large child.

“……”

Though it was a simple and ordinary gesture, like petting Gaang’s stiff, short black fur, Yoochan’s happy expression gradually twisted.

Yoochan stopped swaying and quietly nestled against Jungeol. Noticing Yoochan’s sudden silence and stillness, Jungeol straightened his head and looked down at Yoochan’s flushed forehead. Something the size of a portable battery pressed heavily against Jungeol’s thigh.

Realizing Yoochan was aroused again, Jungeol laughed softly, making a hissing sound. Yoochan, embarrassed, lowered his head and said.

“I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Yoochan, who had been lightly bumping his forehead against Jungeol’s chest, suddenly said he needed to shower because he smelled sweaty and quickly ran to the bathroom. Watching him, Jungeol chuckled and started picking up the exercise equipment scattered around the living room.

As Jungeol finished tidying up the living room, he heard the bathroom door open. Looking over, he saw Yoochan coming out of the bathroom, wearing a gray bathrobe and drying his hair with a towel.

“You had a bathrobe too?”

“I bought it yesterday. Do you want one too, Hyung?”

Without waiting for an answer, Yoochan eagerly went to his room, rummaged through the closet, and handed Jungeol a bathrobe still in its plastic packaging. Jungeol squinted his eyes as he took the bathrobe from Yoochan. It was a matching couple’s bathrobe, identical in color and design to the one Yoochan was wearing.

First couple pajamas, now couple bathrobes. It seemed Yoochan wanted to feel like they were in a relationship.

“Will you wear it?”

Jungeol nodded, lightly touching Yoochan’s wet hair with a secretly expectant look, and then went into the bathroom.

When Jungeol came out of the shower wearing the bathrobe, the living room lights were off, and neither Yoochan nor Gaang were in sight. He looked up at the second floor, but it was quiet there too. Thinking they might have gone out for a walk, Jungeol opened his bag to take out a cigarette and lighter.

Planning to go to the tattoo shop’s smoking room before Yoochan returned, Jungeol was stopped by Yoochan’s cheerful voice from above.

“Smoking causes muscle loss.”

Jungeol paused and looked up. Yoochan, who had appeared out of nowhere, was leaning on the second-floor railing with a playful expression. As the cold air from the air conditioner, which had been set high during the workout, blew and tickled his hair, Yoochan brushed his short bangs aside and gestured for Jungeol to come up.

“I’m not going to tell you to quit. Just hold off until lunch. I’ve prepared something delicious for breakfast.”

Jungeol narrowed his eyes, contemplating. Yoochan, seemingly dissatisfied, scrunched his nose and suddenly bent down. When Yoochan reappeared with Gaang in his arms, he added, waving Gaang’s front legs.

“Gaang is bored.”

Jungeol laughed in defeat and tossed the cigarette and lighter onto his crumpled bag. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t smoked right after waking up. With unusually light steps, Jungeol climbed the stairs.

After pouring Gaang’s share of food into a plastic bag, Yoochan quickly ate the sandwich he had bought and drank the freshly ordered fruit juice from the café on the second floor. Yoochan enviously watched Jungeol drink the juice. When asked why he wasn’t drinking even though there were two juices, Yoochan said he had to control his weight because the competition was just around the corner.

“It’s been a while since I’ve competed. I only did judo as a hobby while preparing for college. You’ll come to watch, right, Hyung? Do you remember the date? July…”

“3rd.”

Jungeol had already informed the Manager to block off Yoochan’s competition day and answered immediately.

“You remembered?”

Yoochan, looking touched, hugged Jungeol’s chest as he drank his beverage. Rubbing under his left chest, Yoochan said.

“I’m usually not nervous at competitions, but thinking about you watching makes me a bit nervous.”

“It’s okay if you lose.”

Jungeol laughed lightly. Yoochan had mostly done judo as a hobby since his sophomore summer break in high school. Jungeol didn’t want Yoochan to feel unnecessary pressure because of him, but Yoochan, feeling relieved yet determined, shook his head.

“But if I’m competing, I should win. Taeho Hyung said he’d come to watch if he had time, too. After all this time acting like I’m good at judo, it would be embarrassing to lose in front of my Hyungs.”

Gaang, having finished his food, scratched his ear with his hind leg and climbed onto the mattress. Watching Gaang relax comfortably, Yoochan reached out to stroke Gaang’s back, but the loosely tied bathrobe belt slipped off, revealing Yoochan’s naked body underneath.

“Oh, damn! Don’t look! Don’t look!”

Half-standing, Yoochan panicked and fidgeted nakedly, then nudged Gaang and slipped under the blanket.

“Seriously… I wasn’t thinking anything weird, so don’t get the wrong idea.”

Jungeol laughed as he watched Yoochan’s large frame wriggle under the bulging blanket, accompanied by heavy breathing. Jungeol put down his plastic cup, lifted the blanket’s edge, and climbed in. As Jungeol lay back against the stacked pillows and cushions, Gaang, who had been pushed aside by Yoochan’s fidgeting, climbed onto the blanket and lay in one corner.

Yoochan, finally tying the belt, glanced back at Jungeol with flushed cheeks. Jungeol patted the pillow next to him. After making sure he was properly covered, Yoochan cautiously lay down beside Jungeol.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he spoke.

“By the way, how are you so good at it, Hyung?”

Jungeol didn’t immediately understand what Yoochan meant. Working out? Tattooing? As Jungeol hesitated, Yoochan, shyly touching his cheek, added.

“With your mouth.”

Seeing Yoochan’s embarrassment, Jungeol realized he wasn’t talking about kissing. He didn’t know how to respond to the question about his oral skills. Saying it was just natural or thanks to experience felt off.

While Jungeol thoughtfully rubbed his forehead, trying to find an appropriate answer for Yoochan, Yoochan, playing with Jungeol’s bulging bicep, said.

“It was amazing last night too, but the first time the day before yesterday, I thought I was going to die. It was completely different from using hands—a whole new world. The tteokbokki bag was swaying before my eyes, the world was spinning, and you wouldn’t let go of me… How are you so good? Like sucking candy… Do you like candy, Hyung?”