Today, Eden was a slightly insolent, ill-tempered subordinate. He grabbed Somerset’s ass, spread him open, and kissed the secret hole hidden between his cheeks. Smack, smack. Every wet sound of friction made Somerset’s toes curl.
“Hngh.”
“Boss, you’re impatient.”
“A boss, haaah, doesn’t need, things like patience. Fuck, you licked me with your tongue.”
Eden traced circles around the hole with his tongue. He worked diligently, trying to wet every fold. The obscenely explicit act sent their body temperatures soaring. The heat that constantly drew sweat from their skin without giving the moisture time to dry painted Somerset’s neck red as he complained.
“Yesterday, you didn’t do that there. Mmnh, you didn’t eat it.”
But his voice had already grown languid, sounding more like a spoiled pout than genuine protest. Eden moved his tongue even more eagerly, determined to make up for what he hadn’t done yesterday. He hated to admit it, but he seemed to possess an innate talent for roleplaying.
The boss soon crumbled pathetically under the capable subordinate’s assault. When Eden spread the hole apart with both thumbs and worked his tongue deep inside, Somerset finally shook his head. At a glance it looked like refusal, but his mouth begged for more. He even reached down and gripped his own cock, jerking it like he was wringing something out. The sounds of friction echoed off the booth walls.
After one climax, Somerset slipped limply, and Eden caught him in his arms. Watching him tilt his head back and gasp for breath, he savored the lingering afterglow together with him. A perfect communion had been achieved—only for disagreement to arise almost immediately. They clashed over where to have sex.
“Just do it here.”
They only needed to step out into the room, but Somerset insisted he didn’t want to wait even that long. It was an impossible request for Eden, who felt guilty about laying him down on the hard floor.
“I’ll carry you there. Just rest for a second.”
“No. I’m in a hurry.”
“We could’ve moved there in the time we spent having this conversation.”
Apparently he hadn’t expected such firm refusal, because Somerset stuck out his lower lip. At the sharp look in his eyes, Eden fell silent for a moment.
Because he had to hold back laughter.
I’m weak to cute things, he realized.
“Somerset. Are you sulking? Mad?”
He barely managed to calm the ticklish feeling in his chest before asking.
“A little.”
Somerset could’ve used Eden’s obvious agitation against him and teased him mercilessly, but he remained consistently honest. He even kindly explained exactly what “a little mad” meant.
“I’m going to reject two kisses. And I won’t look at you for a while.”
“That’s too cruel.”
And he truly did turn his head away whenever Eden tried to kiss him. When Eden stood him up and washed him off again, Somerset deliberately acted distracted. The moment Eden brought his face close, he shut his eyes. The protest was surprisingly serious.
“You need to understand that your ‘a little’ means ‘considerably’ to me. This is considerably cruel treatment.”
No answer came no matter how much he spoke. A people-loving puppy was working very hard to imitate a haughty cat. Pulling out a towel, Eden kept calling him by different names.
“Boss.” “Somerset.” “Excuse me.”
Only after carefully drying every trace of water from his body was he finally able to meet Somerset’s eyes.
“So, are you over it now?”
“What choice do I have? If I don’t, your thing’s gonna explode.”
“Thanks for worrying about me.”
Somerset grinned crookedly and draped an arm over Eden’s shoulder. Eden roughly wiped himself down with the damp towel, then lifted Somerset into his arms.
Even after moving to the bed, things didn’t continue smoothly. Somerset, who’d been quiet until now, suddenly became stubborn in a bizarre way.
Everything had been fine while Eden applied plenty of lube and loosened him up below. But just as he was preparing to enter him, Somerset snatched the condom from Eden’s hand and threw it away. It flew in a perfect arc and landed directly beneath the oil painting that radiated Somerset’s narcissism.
“I’m curious what it feels like when bare skin touches.”
“That’s dangerous curiosity. Sex should be safe.”
“It is safe. I don’t have anything. Do you?”
“Me neither, but still.”
“Perfect!”
The smile Somerset gave him was what truly deserved to be called perfect. His overflowing vitality crashed into Eden’s heart like a bombardment, causing an earthquake.
“Even so, no means no. You should be careful of men who ask to have sex without condoms.”
Trying to sound strict, Eden accidentally made a stupid slip of the tongue. It sounded as if he were assuming Somerset would deal with other men. He hurried to find a way to fix it.
Before he could, Somerset nudged Eden’s erection lightly with his toes.
“Then you should be careful of me.”
That moment of hesitation pushed Eden in a bad direction. While he stood frozen, Somerset crushed the pillow beneath him and spread his bent knees apart. The bold sight of him openly exposing his slick, lubed-up hole bewitched Eden completely. In the end, he obediently moved between his legs and became trapped there.
“Promise me. Don’t think dangerous things again.”
Whispering with the last shred of his conscience, Eden pushed into him. The clinging flesh was as warm and moist as Somerset’s lips.
He’d thought experience would make him calmer, but he’d been wrong. He was still overwhelmed, still struggling not to lose control.
Knowing Somerset’s body better helped, but there was still so much left to explore. He learned this time that tickling Somerset’s armpits made him let out adorable noises like air escaping from a balloon; stimulating his navel made his abdomen twitch; and his left earlobe was more sensitive than his right.
Today again, Somerset obsessed over Eden’s chest. When Eden remarked that he seemed to really like pecs, Somerset shook his head, grinned, and answered:
“Only yours. Only yours, hah… I like them. Because they’re pretty.”
Somerset’s chest muscles were actually more developed than Eden’s, so Eden couldn’t entirely relate. Still, he thought it was fortunate.
Fortunate that he happened to be shaped in a way Somerset liked.
They tangled themselves together, touching each other endlessly. As though by prior agreement, both their hands met around Somerset’s cock, and in that instant Eden felt fate itself. Even the timing of their kiss aligned perfectly.
Their lips overlapped. They gripped Somerset’s cock and stroked it. Their hips rocked.
Every frantic movement was an expression of desire.
Eden first guided Somerset to climax, then barely managed to pull out of him before coming himself. But because he’d moved too hastily, scraping his cock recklessly against Somerset’s inner walls, the aftermath tormented Somerset afterward.
Somerset placed a hand over his lower stomach and shifted his legs restlessly. Just like the mouth repeatedly spilling rough breaths, the muscles below fluttered too. After some thought, Eden slid his fingers into him again and stroked his own cock firmly. At this moment, nothing came easier than an erection. It filled instantly, like refueling a car at a gas station.
He pressed the thick head of his cock back against the hole his fingers had been exploring. The semen they hadn’t fully cleaned away served as lubricant. It made sliding deep easier, but Somerset was still tight. No matter how thoroughly Eden ravaged him, Somerset’s insides contracted again quickly, squeezing him hard.
Their physical connection was honest. The closer their bodies clung together, the hotter they became. Though intoxicated by the heat, at times it felt almost like goosebumps rose over his skin. Probably because the stimulation exceeded what his body could contain.
He moved gently yet passionately. Locked tightly in each other’s embrace, neither wanted to let go first. The closeness, where the other’s movements practically became his own, felt too good.
In the end, Eden came inside Somerset.
When Eden apologized softly, Somerset punished him in two ways. The first was enduring the unpleasantness and staying still.
“The one who should feel gross, haaah, is you.”
“Still, no. If you move right now, I think I’ll pee. Maybe actually pee.”
The second punishment was admitting that having sex bare felt good.
“Do you really have to phrase it like that?”
“Yep.”
“Bare… No, it’s not a matter of good or bad.”
“Hurry up. If you don’t, I’ll keep you like this forever. I’ll never let you go.”
Hoping Somerset would go easy on him, Eden reluctantly opened his mouth.
“It felt good.”
“What did?”
“…What we just did. And what we’re doing now.”
“Say it properly.”
For a moment, a wicked thought crossed his mind. If he violently churned those dripping inner walls, or buried himself all the way to the root, wouldn’t Somerset’s mind go hazy? He’d never pushed all the way in before because it felt like there wasn’t enough room inside him.
But he couldn’t carry it out. Somerset rubbed against him like an affectionate puppy, and Eden melted instantly. As if repenting for the vulgar thought, he pronounced every word more clearly.
“It felt good having bareback sex and coming inside you.”
Nodding with satisfaction, Somerset sternly declared:
“If I get pregnant, you have to take responsibility.”
***
Two weeks.
Enough time for summer weather to settle in completely.
Eden spent those two weeks together with Somerset. It was an unspoken series of dates.
Eden remembered all the things Somerset had once said with those easy smiles, trying to get his attention, and slowly did them one by one.
“Let’s eat together.”
“I already ate.”
That memory—of refusing even while hungry—was replaced with scenes of them sitting across from each other sharing meals. Whenever they ordered Kitty sandwiches at Kitish’s sandwich shop, the cheerful atmosphere made digestion easier. Laughing counted as exercise too, didn’t it?
On the day they went to the kebab food truck beloved by Manhattan office workers, they both dressed the part.
Somerset insisted they needed to look like members of Wall Street who used forty-eight hours in a single day. Yet ironically, Somerset himself looked more like he should be rushing straight to SoHo instead of setting foot anywhere near the stock exchange. The rimless glasses and suit he wore to give himself an intellectual image only made him look stylish.
Eden, whom Somerset described as looking like a fashion model, also didn’t particularly fit Wall Street. Borrowing Somerset’s words, he looked like a wealthy man deeply involved with artists.
Wearing a simple shirt and slacks, Eden’s outfit wasn’t much different from usual; he’d merely made himself look neater than normal. While waiting in line at the food truck, Somerset slowly looked him up and down and silently mouthed a whistle.
At the childish, sleazy flirtation, Eden’s ears burned hot.
In any case, the kebab they ate among the office workers tasted excellent. Somerset even gave the food truck owner a thumbs-up after the very first bite.
After filling their stomachs, they stayed active to help digest.
“There’s a park up ahead. Want to take a walk?”
“No, I don’t want to smell grass!”
Even though he’d coldly rejected Somerset’s suggestion back then, Eden now breathed deeply beneath the greenery. Watching him with satisfaction, Somerset shouted:
“This summer is fucking amazing!”
Sweat glistened across his bronze skin.
It was fun to deliberately challenge the heat and work up a sweat too.
“Want to play basketball?”
“I prefer football.”
“Should we gather people and play football?”
“Football’s better to watch.”
As if he’d forgotten Eden’s cold reactions from the past, Somerset ran around energetically.
Somerset was better at basketball, while Eden surpassed him at tennis. They decided to save swimming—a sport they were both confident in—for another time. Somerset invited him to his Long Island villa. He casually described it as a villa with a “decent enough” swimming pool attached.
Eden could already imagine it being absurdly enormous.
Their plan to visit a bookstore together today had to be postponed too. Rain poured down relentlessly, so instead of going out, they watched a movie at Somerset’s house.
The movie Christmas Jaws was horrifyingly boring. But the time they spent watching it together was enjoyable.
Interlacing his fingers with Somerset’s hand and accepting the weight of Somerset leaning against his shoulder—that alone was enough.
