Jinho, gripping Seongjun’s waist tightly, couldn’t withstand the clenching, wet heat either. With a groan, he spilled his white release deep inside Seongjun, pressing in even deeper with each twitch of his hips.
Panting—heh, heh—Jinho came to his senses, his mind still buzzing. He could still feel the water, the bitter smell of cum, and the lingering heat in his lower body. The faint ripples of the water touched his neck, and he could feel Seongjun’s ragged breaths against him. He finally noticed his arms wrapped around Seongjun, holding him close. The way Seongjun’s trembling body moved in his embrace made the post-orgasm lethargy feel even more satisfying.
Jinho tightened his arms around Seongjun’s back and whispered softly, “That was amazing.”
Seongjun’s reply was too quiet to hear clearly. What? Jinho asked again, but Seongjun pushed against his chest and exhaled. “Let go of me.”
Exhausted, Seongjun winced at the dull ache in his lower back and hips. He cursed himself for momentarily losing his mind in the dark and tried to stand, but his legs were still wrapped around Jinho’s cock.
Slip. His foot landed in the water still pooled on the floor, and he wobbled. Jinho barely caught him, saving him from hitting his head, but Seongjun still ended up sitting hard on his butt. Splash. White fluid seeped from between his legs, mixing faintly with the water, but it was too dark for either of them to notice.
Seongjun lay back in the water, his tired body aching, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Can you turn on the light now? I unplugged the cord earlier, so it should be safe.”
“Oh, right.”
Jinho fumbled in the dark, his hands finding the wall as he stumbled toward the door. When his fingers brushed the doorframe, he stopped and groped for the switch. Click. Of course, the light didn’t turn on. His confused hand clicked the switch a few more times. Seongjun sighed softly.
“The breaker’s off. You turned it off, remember?”
“Oh, right!”
Only then did Jinho realize. He hurried out of the room—clatter, thud—and tripped over something again. Seongjun winced at the loud noise but didn’t ask if he was okay. He just lay there, listening to Jinho’s limping footsteps fade away. He’s going to trip again walking like that, Seongjun thought, just as another thud confirmed it.
“Ow…”
Hearing Jinho’s pained groan made Seongjun’s own lower back and hips ache even more.
Click. The light flickered on. Seongjun squeezed his eyes shut against the glare and flipped over to sit up more easily. He blinked, trying to adjust to the brightness. As he put weight on his hips, a sharp pain shot through him. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was unpleasant enough for his exhausted body. A trickle of something ran down from below, making him twitch. The cum Jinho had released deep inside him was still leaking out.
“Seongjun.”
Jinho’s voice came from behind him. Gulp. Seongjun thought he heard him swallow. The familiar weight pressing against his lower back confirmed his suspicion. The sight of Jinho’s wet, naked body dripping cum had stirred him again, and now Jinho was hard and climbing back on top of him.
“W-wait, not again!”
“Nngh, you’re so sexy, Seongjun,” Jinho groaned, as if they hadn’t just fucked. His cock, still slick with cum, pushed roughly back into Seongjun.
“Agh!”
Pain and the foreign sensation made him flinch as Jinho filled him completely. The feeling of his inner walls being stroked all at once made Seongjun’s vision flash white again. Heh, heh. Jinho held him close, panting, and thrust deeply, pushing the leaking cum back inside. The violent movements made Jinho’s hands and knees slip on the wet floor. The swaying wet hair, the white nape of Seongjun’s neck, and the trembling wings of his shoulder blades kept feeding Jinho’s arousal, and he desperately tried to keep his balance as he drove his hips into Seongjun.
Every deep thrust made Seongjun’s ass and inner thighs quiver against him, the slick friction unbearably good. Thud, squelch. The wet walls clenched and sucked him in even more than before.
“Ahh, it’s too… too good,” Jinho groaned.
“Nngh, ugh,” Seongjun’s cock, stimulated by the slippery pressure between his body and the floor, hardened again.
“Fuck, shit, nngh, hngh,” Seongjun’s curses melted into the splashing water and the sounds of rough thrusts—smack, thud, squelch.
***
Lying dazedly on Jinho’s bed, Seongjun blinked slowly. His heavy hips refused to move. The cum Jinho had pumped into him twice was still leaking out intermittently. Beside him, Jinho clumsily mopped the floor, wringing out the wet rag into a large pot and glancing at Seongjun.
“Are you… okay?”
Seongjun didn’t answer the repeated question. He just closed his mouth. After everything they’d done together, it felt ridiculous to argue. He had felt it, and he had gone back for more.
“I’ll be fine. I’ll go down in a bit.”
“Then, uh, should I carry you?”
Surprised by the unexpected offer, Seongjun blinked and said it was fine. He just needed to clean up a little, then go home and sleep. As he grumbled internally about how absurd this was, something he’d completely forgotten suddenly struck him. A ridiculous feeling washed over him. Seongjun stared blankly at Jinho, stammering, “Hey, uh, Jinho.”
“Yes?”
Jinho, who had been mopping, answered immediately and looked up at Seongjun.
“Your place… is flooding my apartment.”
“Flooding?”
“Your fault. The water from your place is leaking into mine.”
“What? Me? Why?”
Jinho had no idea what Seongjun was talking about. Seongjun stared at him, wondering if he’d understand if he explained that the upstairs tenant was responsible for the leak. Deciding it was better to show him, he sighed and jerked his chin toward the door. “First, finish cleaning up, then carry me to my place.”
“Oh, okay!”
Jinho answered cheerfully, but it took him a while to clumsily tidy up the room. After washing his hands and returning, he wiped the sweat from his brow and stripped off his damp T-shirt. Seongjun, who had been watching him, flinched as Jinho walked straight to the built-in wardrobe and opened it. The muscles in his back rippled as he rummaged inside. Seongjun watched regretfully as that firm back was covered by a fresh T-shirt. Then, that back leaned over him.
“Come on, get on.”
Frowning, Seongjun carefully climbed onto Jinho’s back. Jinho easily carried him down the stairs to Seongjun’s apartment.
“Whoa? Did you flood your place too, Seongjun?”
As soon as Jinho opened the door and turned on the living room light, he asked. The basin that had been catching the dripping water was already full, and the overflow had soaked the living room floor. Seongjun, wobbling as he climbed down from Jinho’s back, grabbed his shoulder and pointed at the ceiling. “See that?”
“Huh? What’s wrong with it? The water even splashed up to the ceiling?”
“Because you made a lake upstairs, it leaked into my place.”
“What? Oh no, uh, what do we do? First, the electricity—”
“Too late for that. Anyway, you’re responsible for the damage since it’s coming from upstairs… Sigh. I completely forgot about my place while cleaning up yours.”
He had totally blanked. In the meantime, his apartment was in worse shape than he thought. The wallpaper was soaked through, and the carpet was drenched from the overflow. Seongjun’s mind raced. Clean this, fix that, re-wallpaper… estimates… As he was lost in thought, Jinho suddenly grabbed both his shoulders. Seongjun blinked, forced to meet Jinho’s serious gaze as he gripped him painfully.
“S-stay at my place!”
“Huh?”
“My place is a mess because of me, so stay with me for a while!”
“Uh, Jinho, you seem to have forgotten—your place is in worse shape than mine, except for the wallpaper?”
“Oh! R-right.”
Jinho’s face turned red as he let go of Seongjun’s shoulders, embarrassed. Seongjun smirked at his flustered expression. He gently patted Jinho’s arm. “The room is still fine, so I can sleep. Actually, you should stay at my place…”
Without thinking, Seongjun trailed off as he met Jinho’s sparkling eyes. He tried to take back his words, but Jinho reacted faster, his excitement obvious.
“Really? Can I really? Sniff, Seongjun, you’re like an angel…”
The tears streaming down Jinho’s face made Seongjun swallow the words I was joking that had risen to his throat. Instead, he hesitantly patted Jinho’s back, comforting him—and himself. It’s only for a few days. It’ll be fine.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
