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“Mmn… uhn… ah—hik—!”
Thick fingers filled Junghyun’s mouth, pressing against his tongue, rubbing, teasing. He bit and sucked mindlessly, the illusion of Seunghyeok ravaging even the membranes inside his mouth sending heat coursing through his body.
The swollen head of Seunghyeok’s cock mercilessly prodded and scraped against his inflamed prostate with every thrust. After just a few repetitions, Junghyun’s cock—already spent once—twitched back to life, stiffening again.
“Our jagi… want to go again?”
“Uhn… hnngh… mm… mmn…”
“It’s okay. Come as much as you want. I’ll make sure you do.”
Seunghyeok’s movements grew even rougher, the heavy dining table creaking under the force.
His cock buried itself deep into Junghyun’s inner walls, the thick ridge pressing against that sensitive, tightening spot inside—there—and Junghyun’s hips jerked upward.
“Eh?!”
A startled noise escaped him. In response, Seunghyeok’s cock ground against a soft, thin membrane, sending an indescribable sensation surging through his entire body. It was almost ticklish, like he might sneeze.
“H-Hyung, w-wait, my tongue—ah, Hyung—ah!”
“Here? You like it here?”
Seunghyeok pulled his cock out almost completely before slamming back in, hitting the same spot. Junghyun’s body jolted again. Something was off. An inexplicable sensation was pooling intensely in one place.
Junghyun reached back, trying to push Seunghyeok away, but instead, Seunghyeok caught his hand, lacing their fingers together as he fucked into him even harder.
“Hyung, something’s—hnngh—ah, strange… I—I think I—bathroom—ah!”
“Bathroom?”
Seunghyeok’s low, rough voice made Junghyun nod frantically. The pleasure was too intense—if he stayed like this, he really wouldn’t be able to hold on. Honestly, he wanted to surrender to this feeling, to let Seunghyeok’s pleasure consume him completely. The sensation—like stars bursting inside him—was that intoxicating.
But if he didn’t stop now, the aftermath would be unbearable.
Somehow gathering his wits, Junghyun pushed himself up from the table and tried to pull away, shifting his hips to dislodge Seunghyeok’s cock.
“…Hnngh—ah—ah—hik…?”
Seunghyeok wrapped one arm around his waist, pulling him flush against his body, while his other hand pressed firmly against Junghyun’s stomach. Then, with a force that made his vision blur, he slammed upward, his cock pistoning in and out. Junghyun’s hole clenched greedily around the intrusion, the inner membranes rippling in response.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure crashing over him like a wave, Junghyun could only shake his head, biting his lip to stifle any coherent protest. Instead, broken moans spilled from his lips.
The hand pressing against his stomach now wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down. The direct stimulation on his already leaking, sensitive flesh was too much.
“I-Ih—haah—ah—ah—Hyung—ah—wait—ah—!”
His vision whited out. The itching sensation that had been gathering near his navel exploded outward like fireworks. Unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure, Junghyun squeezed his eyes shut as his entire body tensed, his inner walls clamping down hard around Seunghyeok’s cock, milking him. A groan escaped Seunghyeok’s lips too.
Then—warmth flooded inside him. Junghyun trembled, a thin whimper escaping as he felt the heat spreading deep within.
Somewhere, he heard the sound of running water.
Was he hallucinating from the intensity?
“Hnngh… uhn… eh…?”
But the sound was too real to be a hallucination.
Junghyun assumed it was coming from somewhere else—maybe the neighbors. The apartment had thin walls, after all. But then he realized he’d never heard such a sound here before. His dazed eyes blinked slowly.
His head lolled forward.
And then he saw it.
“…Eh?”
The table was soaked. As if someone had splashed water all over it.
“Hyung… over there… someone spilled water on the table…?” Junghyun’s voice was bewildered. “That’s weird. There was definitely nothing—”
His brain felt like a soggy sponge, incapable of proper thought. Seunghyeok responded with a vague “Mm…?”, sounding almost amused. Junghyun looked down at his own limp cock. Drip. Drip. Beads of liquid fell, soaking his clothes. Was he sweating? His skin felt slightly sticky. A chill ran down his arms, raising goosebumps.
Then, as Seunghyeok’s lips continued to brush against his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, Junghyun’s eyes suddenly snapped open, as if struck by lightning.
“Eh?!”
He couldn’t believe his eyes. Seunghyeok, utterly unfazed, kept kissing him.
“It’s okay, Junghyun. You just felt really good.”
“W-Wait, no—wait, th-this… I—I just—now—”
His voice shook with shock.
He’d pee’d during sex.
Shame and humiliation burned his face, tears pricking his eyes.
“…Huuuh…”
His lips trembled. He wanted to die.
Junghyun covered his face with one hand and pushed Seunghyeok away with the other. But Seunghyeok didn’t seem disgusted at all—he just kept touching him, kissing him, as if worried Junghyun might be upset. The consideration was touching, but Junghyun still wanted to melt into the floor. If only there were a mousehole to crawl into.
He bit his lower lip hard to stifle a sob, but a choked, whimpering “Hiiing” slipped out anyway. His face burned like it might explode.
“It’s fine. When it feels too good, this can happen. It just means you enjoyed my cock that much. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“…Eh?”
His tongue felt numb, his words slurred.
Through tear-blurred lashes, he stared at Seunghyeok, who was looking at him like he was the most adorable thing in the world. Seunghyeok pressed another kiss to his forehead, then his lips. The tension in Junghyun’s chest eased with each one.
“So… this isn’t… that?”
“No. See? Doesn’t even smell.”
“Hyung!”
Junghyun gasped as Seunghyeok brought his hand—the one that had just been rubbing his thigh—to his nose and sniffed. Mortified, he instinctively smacked Seunghyeok’s chest, but Seunghyeok just laughed, unfazed, and continued stroking his cheek and chest.
Junghyun’s embarrassment was at its limit, but at the same time… if it wasn’t pee, then maybe it wasn’t quite as humiliating? As he rubbed his knuckles against his eyes, he finally noticed a faint sound.
“Junghyun?”
“…Soup! The soup!”
The pot on the stove was bubbling violently, the lid rattling like a witch’s cauldron.
Junghyun let out a wordless scream and lunged for the gas stove. Seunghyeok’s cock slipped out of him in one swift motion, eliciting a pained “Ugh”.
He managed to turn off the gas and collapsed to the floor in exhaustion.
The soup that had been simmering was now reduced to a thick, burnt sludge.
***
“Are you mad? Was it my fault? Cheer up.”
“……”
“Junghyun.”
“…No, I’m not mad.”
Junghyun looked at Seunghyeok, who had just finished washing his body with careful, practiced hands before dressing him and settling him on the bed. Then, telling him to wait a moment, Seunghyeok headed into the living room.
It wasn’t like they’d done this just anywhere—it had been on the dining table, where they’d been shamelessly fucking just minutes ago. If he’d really hated it, he could’ve pushed Seunghyeok away, refused. But Junghyun had responded just as eagerly, so he couldn’t exactly blame only Seunghyeok.
Of course, he had been mortified enough to want to die.
Yet it hadn’t been Seunghyeok who cleaned up the soaked table and floor—it had been him, despite Junghyun being the one too exhausted to move. Seunghyeok hadn’t minded at all. He’d even come back to press light kisses to Junghyun’s temple between wiping down the table, as if it were nothing.
Seunghyeok had seemed a little off when they first got home, but after that, he’d returned to his usual self—maybe even in a better mood. Junghyun was still embarrassed, but Seunghyeok had assured him that this wasn’t that unusual between lovers. He’d kissed him again, sealing the words against his lips: It just happens when it feels really good. Don’t be so ashamed.
Honestly, Junghyun hadn’t believed him at first. While Seunghyeok cleaned up, he’d frantically searched his phone, typing in keywords. And… it did seem to be a real thing. Not common, exactly, but not unheard of either.
In the end, Junghyun decided to chalk it up to the mysteries of the human body.
Though he still couldn’t bring himself to eat at that table without hesitation.
Seunghyeok finished cleaning and came back into the bedroom, where Junghyun sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the sheets, head bowed. Seunghyeok tried to catch his gaze, his persistence almost comical.
Junghyun couldn’t help but laugh softly.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
