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#Side 2. 5 years later (1)
As Dawoon entered the hallway, the automatic sensor light turned on. He walked into the silent living room and put down his camera. The house, which had been empty for a few days, felt even quieter than usual. He slumped down on the sofa and tilted his head back. Leaning the back of his head against the backrest, he stared at the white ceiling, letting time pass by.
It was really quiet. He could even hear his own breathing loudly. Although this house was never noisy, the difference between having one person or not was strangely noticeable.
Is it a psychological issue? He found it ridiculous that he felt so empty after just ten days.
He closed his eyes and took deep breaths quietly. He needed to shower and eat, but everything felt bothersome. Even if he fell asleep like this, there was no one to say anything.
“Why are you like that?”
Startled by the voice coming from right above him, Dawoon’s eyes flew open to see Hayun’s face right in front of him.
“What? Am I dreaming?”
Had he fallen asleep already? Why was Jeong Hayun here? He was supposed to return the day after tomorrow…
“Did you miss me enough to dream about me?”
Hayun cupped Dawoon’s chin and tilted it back further. Then he pressed their lips together. With his head tilted back and his lips sealed, Dawoon couldn’t breathe properly. Only then did he realize that this wasn’t a dream, but that Jeong Hayun had really returned.
“Mmph…! Wait, I can’t breathe!”
He managed to turn his head to create a gap and pushed Hayun’s shoulders with both hands. However, due to the awkward position, he couldn’t exert much strength. Sensing his struggle, Hayun willingly backed off.
“When did you get here?”
“A little while ago?”
“I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Because I was here before you.”
That explains it. He hadn’t heard the door open and wondered where Hayun had suddenly appeared from.
“Then you should have at least turned on the lights.”
“They were on.”
Hayun gestured towards the bedroom. Bright light was spilling through the open door crack. Until just now, the door had been closed so he hadn’t noticed. Even so, light should have seeped through the crack, but he hadn’t paid attention, assuming no one was there.
While Dawoon was looking towards the bedroom, Hayun’s hand slipped inside his shirt, caressing his bare skin. Startled by the touch on his bare skin, Dawoon looked up to see Hayun grinning. He was still standing behind the sofa.
“What are you doi- ah!”
A short moan escaped as the hand roaming inside his shirt pinched his nipple. Even when Dawoon glared at him in protest, Hayun just smiled sweetly. His hand moved with increasingly clear intentions. When Dawoon grabbed his shirt to stop him from moving, Hayun leaned down and kissed Dawoon’s neck.
The sound of lips touching and leaving his skin stimulated Dawoon’s ears. Though he didn’t want to react, everywhere Hayun’s lips touched seemed to heat up. When a hot tongue trailed up his neck and nibbled on his earlobe, a ragged breath escaped Dawoon’s lips.
“Should we continue here?”
Before Dawoon could answer the low whisper, Hayun’s tongue licked inside his ear. This caused Dawoon to let out a high-pitched gasp. He tilted his head to avoid Hayun and covered his ear with one hand.
“I don’t like that. It tickles.”
“Isn’t it more that you’re turned on?”
Hayun asked, still smiling. It was beyond ticklish, more like a shivery sensation. If he let Hayun continue like this, it seemed they might really end up doing it in the living room.
“I haven’t even showered yet.”
“Oh?”
Dawoon tried to use the excuse of needing to shower to escape, but Hayun remained relaxed. When Dawoon saw Hayun’s face as he came around to the front of the sofa, he swallowed a moan in his throat. The switch had already been properly flipped.
Well. It had been ten days, so maybe it was unavoidable.
In truth, Dawoon didn’t dislike it that much. Thanks to Hayun’s clumsy stimulation, blood was slowly rushing downwards. The body was truly honest. Or perhaps it had been well-trained, unable to refuse Jeong Hayun’s touch.
“I’ll go shower.”
As Dawoon tried to get up from the sofa, Hayun immediately caught him. Suddenly, his body was lifted into the air. Hayun had put his arms under Dawoon’s armpits and knees and picked him up.
“Whoa! Put me down!”
“If you struggle, you’ll fall.”
“That’s why I’m asking you to put me down. I’m not a child, what are you doing?!”
“Age has nothing to do with it.”
“…”
“As I’ve said many times, I stopped treating you like a child long ago. Right now, I’m just carrying my lover.”
Hayun replied nonchalantly as he headed towards the bathroom.
When they arrived at the bathroom, the bathtub was already full of water.
“Don’t tell me…? Ah, wait! Let me take off my clothes first, okay?”
Dawoon exclaimed, clinging to Hayun’s neck, but it was useless. Hayun lowered Dawoon right into the bathtub. With a splash, he was dropped into the water.
Haah. Dawoon took a deep breath and raised one hand to brush back his wet bangs that were sticking to his forehead.
“I’m not a child…”
He was about to scold Hayun for his behavior but swallowed his words when he looked up. Hayun was taking off his own clothes one by one. Dawoon felt nervous as Hayun’s toned abs and chest, still without an ounce of fat, were revealed. When Hayun unbuckled his pants and pulled down both his pants and underwear at once, his already fully prepared center sprang up. Feeling embarrassed to look, Dawoon turned his head away, hearing Hayun’s low chuckle.
Although the bathtub was wide enough for two, it had been full of water, so when Hayun got in, water overflowed from all sides. He moved forward, pressing between Dawoon’s legs, and firmly pressed his knee against Dawoon’s center. Dawoon’s eyebrows furrowed as the already partially aroused area was stimulated.
“Can’t we do this after properly taking off my clothes?”
The wet clothes were uncomfortably clinging to his body. Moreover, he was wearing jeans, so now that they were soaked, he wondered how he would take them off.
“I’ll take them off. Starting now. One by one. Slowly.”
Hayun replied, deliberately pausing between words.
“Dawoon.”
Calling his name in a low voice, Hayun approached and kissed Dawoon’s cheek and neck. At the same time, his hand rubbed around Dawoon’s chest over the shirt.
“Mmm…”
Whenever Hayun’s fingers brushed over his nipples through the shirt, Dawoon’s body trembled slightly. Unconsciously, his voice began to mix with moans. Being touched over the clothes seemed to make him even more impatient.
“Do it properly…”
Dawoon wrapped his arms around Hayun’s neck, pulling him closer. He too had been abstinent for ten days. Rather than being teased, he wanted to be embraced properly.
As Dawoon tried to take off his shirt himself, Hayun grabbed both his hands and held them with one hand. With both arms raised above his head, Dawoon couldn’t move freely.
“Why… ah!”
Dawoon’s hips jerked up as Hayun bit his chest through the clothes. As Hayun massaged the area with his tongue, the fact that it wasn’t directly on his skin but blocked by the shirt made Dawoon feel like he was going crazy.
“Hyung, please… do it properly…”
“How should I do it properly?”
Hayun asked, still nibbling on Dawoon’s nipple. Looking down at him, Dawoon’s face turned bright red. He couldn’t bring himself to say “Take off my clothes and suck properly.” Hayun looked up at Dawoon’s eyes and grinned. He clearly knew what Dawoon wanted but was deliberately teasing him.
With one hand scratching the left nipple, Hayun again nibbled on the right nipple with his teeth. Each time he did this, Dawoon’s body shook. His lower region was also heating up, but the wet jeans made it even more frustrating and tight.
“The clothes… ugh…”
Hayun kept pressing down on Dawoon’s lower area with his knee. Stimulation was given from both above and below, but both were so inadequate that it was maddening. Dawoon tried to twist his body to escape from Hayun, but being in the bathtub, there was nowhere to run, and above all, he couldn’t break free from the grip on his arms.
“Hyung, please…”
Now his lower region was throbbing and almost painful. He wanted to take off at least his pants, if nothing else.
Hayun seemed to let go of Dawoon’s arms, but then he brought that hand down and firmly grasped Dawoon’s center. The already compressed area was squeezed even tighter, making Dawoon’s brain throb.
“Haa, don’t do that…”
The humid and hot air was making him dizzy. His eyes had already turned red. He tried to push Hayun’s hand away by putting his own hands underwater, but whether due to the water resistance or the dizzying sensation already crawling up his spine, he couldn’t properly exert strength in his hands.
Meanwhile, Hayun pressed his body even closer, alternating between kneading Dawoon’s dick over his pants and squeezing tightly. At the same time, he continuously kissed and licked Dawoon’s neck, shoulders, and behind his ears.
“Ah…!”
Dawoon felt like his whole body was freezing from the unbearable sensation. As blood rushed downward, he felt something gushing out. Dawoon gritted his teeth and swallowed his moan. As the tension left his body, Hayun kissed Dawoon’s forehead and checked his face.
“I really hate this.”
Dawoon pushed Hayun away, annoyed at having ejaculated while still clothed, but Hayun was still smiling as if pleased. His fingers traced Dawoon’s neck and slowly moved downward. His fingertips, trailing between Dawoon’s chest over the shirt, were full of lust.
Dawoon swallowed dryly and stared up at him. Jeong Hayun’s desire had only just begun.
Author: Hyacinthus B
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