Chapter 141
Whether he had thrown it with all his might or not, the pool of water on the bathroom floor scattered in all directions, creating a dull noise that echoed around.
“……”
“……”
Surprised by Muyoung’s uncharacteristically violent action, Seokjae couldn’t hide his astonishment and stared at him with wide eyes. And Muyoung…
‘Yikes, that startled me.’
He was internally frightened as the sound was louder than he had expected. But seeing Seokjae’s round, expanded eyes, he pretended to be unfazed and lifted his head.
“I don’t need it.”
“…Huh?”
While Seokjae was bewildered by the response that somehow seemed angry, he also felt curious and observed him intently. This led to a dumbfounded reaction that he would never normally have shown.
“I, I also…”
That unfamiliar reaction caused a misunderstanding in Muyoung.
‘Hyung didn’t think I would make this choice.’
His throat tightened with emotion, but he managed to maintain his composure and replied:
“Just as you said you would die with me, I’ll stay with you no matter what happens to you.”
“……”
“Hyung?”
Seokjae’s lips moved several times. But that was all—even when Muyoung called him as if urging a response, all he could do was cover his mouth with his hand. He wanted to press for confirmation and threaten not to let it go if Muyoung changed his mind.
Of course, none of this was a major problem. The problem was…
‘Fuck, I’m so turned on.’
He feared that vulgar words expressing how he wanted to ravish him right then and there might slip out.
No matter how impulsive Seokjae was, he wasn’t so tone-deaf that he would say something like “Can I suck your nipples?” in the middle of receiving such a heavy and passionate declaration of someone willing to lay down their life for him.
‘But saying such things in the bathroom, isn’t that asking to be fucked?’
If he opened his mouth now, he couldn’t predict what strange things he might say, unable to control his impulses. Therefore, Seokjae’s best option was to simply keep his mouth shut and gaze steadily at Muyoung with eyes that looked at him like a marvelous work of art.
The flushed face in the steam-filled bathroom, water droplets trickling down white skin. And then.
A glance.
‘His half-erect cock.’
He seemed to have forgotten about it himself… though it had subsided a bit since Seokjae had touched him, the front of his pants was still visibly bulging. As if whimpering for touch.
Indeed, Muyoung—who was fidgeting and avoiding Seokjae’s gaze out of embarrassment at his blatant stare—felt like a feast prepared exclusively for him.
“I’m not as principled as you, so I won’t refuse like you did.”
“What?”
Kang Muyoung would stay by Tae Seokjae’s side.
It seemed simple, but what hardships had he gone through for this one incredibly difficult thing? He had pretended to be weak and kind 24 hours a day—things he’d never done in his life—enduring until he was raw and practicing patience like a monk.
‘Ah, this feels amazing.’
Just as he was smiling broadly with the corners of his eyes curving up, thinking that his long, long suffering was finally ending and bearing fruit—
Gulp.
Amidst the loud water noise from the shower, the sound of a swallowing Adam’s apple could be heard. Seokjae, who wouldn’t miss this, laughed “Haha” and embraced Muyoung.
“Muyoung, did you just salivate looking at me?”
“N-no. It’s just, you smiled so prettily…”
“So you’re blaming me?”
“Ah! No! That’s not what I—mmph!”
Seokjae suddenly bit Muyoung’s lower lip as if he wanted to devour it. His tongue slithered snake-like into Muyoung’s mouth, which had opened in pain, and lightly entangled the soft flesh hiding inside.
Soon he pulled away with a moist sound.
“I also think you’re too cute.”
“Hah, haah…”
Muyoung gasped for breath, his mind dazed from the sudden kiss. As if unable to believe what had just happened, he touched his still-tingling lips with his fingers.
Seokjae continuously kissed Muyoung’s cheeks, finding his reactions adorable.
“I’ve been just testing the waters for a while and it’s been hard… Now that you’ve said you’re okay with it, can I have all of you now? Hmm?”
Muyoung swallowed hard again, trying to suppress a hiccup that was about to come out.
‘Testing the waters…’
Objectively speaking, they had only kissed and caressed a little with hands and thighs, so it was indeed just testing the waters. But his heart was already pounding as if they had gone all the way, making him tense.
And Seokjae felt the same way. He too had a part that felt like it was about to burst.
“Let’s finish washing and get out, baby. My dick is about to explode.”
* * *
Starting with removing Muyoung’s lower garments, Seokjae excited him by kneading every nook and cranny under the pretense of helping him wash, stroking him with his fingertips.
“H-hyung, why are you t-touching that place too, hnng!”
“I’m scrubbing thoroughly because I think you won’t complain otherwise. Why, what’s wrong? Hmm?”
“N-no. But still… ah!”
“Hmm… Okay, this should be enough.”
“Ugh.”
But as if planning to savor him, he eerily removed his hand just before Muyoung reached climax, and kept repeating this. By the time they left the bathroom, Muyoung was already drained and limp.
And as soon as they came out after the shower.
“Mmph!”
Seokjae roughly grabbed the back of Muyoung’s head, almost as if grabbing his hair, and kissed him.
The kiss was so desperate that just passively offering his lips and tongue was overwhelming. With his dizzy head and trembling legs, feeling like he’d had alcohol and the world was spinning, Muyoung moaned and instinctively wrapped his arms around Seokjae’s neck, afraid he might fall.
“Ha.”
With that small gesture, Seokjae’s barely-held rationality momentarily snapped.
Making a sound that could have been either a laugh or a breath, Seokjae grabbed Muyoung’s staggering waist, half-lifted him into the air, and moved him to collapse onto the bed.
The mood was good until then… but the two who seemed about to progress smoothly soon engaged in a physical struggle that wasn’t quite a struggle.
“Hyung! W-wait a moment!”
“Will you relax and stop resisting?”
This was because Seokjae suddenly attempted an act that deviated from what Muyoung had imagined as the typical, conventional first experience that some might consider “proper.”
While Muyoung was struggling to position himself on the sheets after falling onto the bed, Seokjae was already sitting between his legs. Up to this point, the mood between them had been fine.
‘E-embarrassing… but I should endure it.’
Muyoung wanted to close his legs due to the awkward position, but his body had already been seen by Seokjae several times. And last time, they had only stopped short of penetration, practically going all the way. Thanks to that, he could endure without running away.
‘Last time he said it feels good when something goes in the back… Between men, they must do it th-there, right?’
He had never been curious about or interested in same-sex intercourse, but during their previous similar sexual activity, after Seokjae’s threat (or rather, proposal) to touch his rear if he didn’t sing a birthday song—or would he sing if Muyoung let him touch his rear—this knowledge had come naturally.
At that time, though curious about whether it would really feel good, he hadn’t paid much attention, thinking it would never happen to him. But now the day had come to satisfy that curiosity. And through direct experience, no less.
‘But… something that big is going in? Won’t it t-tear?’
Muyoung unconsciously found himself reverently clasping his hands together as he looked past his own erect cock standing firm between his legs to Seokjae’s impressive rod, with its thickness and length fully exposed.
‘If it tears, it’ll hurt terribly, right? I wish my inability to feel pain had returned a little later!’
He always missed his lost zombie ability, but today he missed it even more.
‘F-first we kiss, no, we already kissed, so we start with h-handjobs?’
He was trying to imagine the sequence of events to come in order to prepare himself mentally. When having sex that could be the last time with someone you love, wouldn’t it be impolite for one partner to just lie there passively?
Though he was bound to be clumsy since it was his first time, he intended to be as active as possible. If there was anything he could do for Seokjae, he planned to do his utmost.
Yes, he was firmly resolved to do so, but…
“Why are you sitting up? Lie down.”
“What…?”
Thump.
Seeing Muyoung in a half-sitting position, expecting they would caress each other’s cock, Seokjae lightly pushed his chest. Muyoung fell backward, now facing the ceiling.
‘Are we going to kiss while lying down?’
In a way, he was right. It was just that the target of the kisses wouldn’t be his lips.
While waiting with such innocent thoughts, Muyoung screamed as his thighs were spread and he felt a ticklish breath on his cock.
“Eek!”
Even though there were no zombies outside, Muyoung was startled by his own loud voice and covered his mouth. And when he looked down, he met Seokjae’s eyes, who had his mouth open with his tongue slightly sticking out.
At that moment, whether it was survival instinct or something else, Muyoung pushed Seokjae’s shoulders away with his foot in a surprisingly quick movement for someone not athletically inclined.
“Hyung! Wait a moment!”
“Will you relax and stop resisting?”
And so began a test of strength between the two… a test where one side was being quite lenient.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
