As he spoke, he gritted his teeth, as if his pride had taken a hit. The atmosphere wasn’t one where I should be laughing, but I couldn’t stop the smile from creeping up on my lips.
“You said you didn’t like being treated like a kid before.”
“But if you’re just going to be nice to someone else… then I’d rather just be your kid.”
The thought of him stockpiling every little grievance like they were reward points was ridiculous, but at the same time, I kind of understood.
Ah, why is my boyfriend so damn cute?
“Can’t you just be kind to only me? Dote on only me, love only me?”
His voice wavered as he spoke, thick with emotion, as if he had worked himself up just by saying it out loud.
Sa-yoon bit his lip. Now that he thought about it, everything was his fault. He was the only one here who needed to reflect. The guilt that had momentarily subsided swelled up once more, pressing against his chest.
“It’s all my fault… From now on, I’ll put you first. I won’t ever let go of your hand first.”
He patted his lover’s back as he burrowed into his embrace.
“If people try to talk to me on the street, I’ll just ignore them. Pretend I didn’t hear a thing.”
“What kind of solution is that…?”
“Since we’re on the topic, do you want to change your name right now? What do you want to be called, hmm? Shin-jae, should we talk while looking at each other?”
“…Don’t look at me. I look awful right now.”
“Who in their right mind would call this pretty face awful?”
“Stop joking around.”
“I’m not joking.”
To me, he was the most beautiful person in the world. Who the hell made my gorgeous boyfriend cry? I ought to kill them, don’t you think?
I planted kisses on the crown of his head and his forehead, and only then did he lift his head slightly. As expected, his face was like an overripe cherry tomato, ready to burst.
“Ah… I really messed up, didn’t I?”
The moment I saw that sorrowful face, I couldn’t resist. I cupped his cheeks and pressed a firm kiss against his tear-streaked eyes.
“Should I change my contact name to ‘Heart’? HeartHeartHeart, like this? Or maybe ‘HeartShin-jaeHeart’?”
“…You don’t have to force yourself.”
“Who said anything about forcing? I’m sorry for not paying enough attention to you.”
“What if someone sees it?”
Still, he didn’t seem entirely opposed to the idea of modifying his name into a little symbol of love.
“Then they see it. So what?”
“You always just try to brush things over with kisses…”
“Mm, that’s because you’re too adorable.”
Even as he complained, he obediently puckered his lips. Sa-yoon carefully leaned in and kissed him.
“Are you even going to be able to drive after crying like this?”
“I told you, I wasn’t crying.”
After the cable car ride, their plan was to head back to Seoul. Sa-yoon lightly brushed Shin-jae’s cheek before asking,
“Why wouldn’t you be able to? It’s not like you can’t see.”
Now that he had let out his bottled-up frustration, reality seemed to sink in a little, though his tone remained sulky. But honestly, it had about as much bite as a hissing kitten—hardly threatening at all.
“Either way, if we go up now, the traffic’s going to be terrible. It won’t be much different from going up at dawn, you know?”
Sa-yoon shamelessly pushed his argument again, but Shin-jae didn’t seem to catch on at all.
“You have classes Monday morning. What are you even talking about all of a sudden?”
“Mm…”
Sa-yoon planted another series of soft kisses on his damp cheeks, and as if soothed, Shin-jae finally pulled away.
As he shifted, his hand briefly pressed against Sa-yoon’s thigh—only to jerk back as if he’d just touched something scorching hot. His narrowed eyes darted downward, as if doubting what he had just come into contact with.
“Hyung…?”
Sa-yoon let out an awkward chuckle.
This was all because of his lover—adorable, beautiful, and undeniably enticing.
The cable car’s speed shifted as they neared the station.
“Hyung feels like he needs to rest a bit after calming his baby down.”
Sa-yoon deliberately emphasized his words while pulling Shin-jae’s hand toward him.
And that was when Shin-jae finally understood.
His lips pressed tightly together in silence.
***
In the end, they returned to the hotel where they had checked out that morning. As they rode the elevator alone, a strange tension filled the air. They walked down the long hallway hand in hand, saying nothing.
Beep—
As soon as they entered the room, they kissed passionately. Sa-yoon bit and sucked on Shin-jae’s lips as he tossed aside his outerwear. Their shoes, kicked off in haste, lay scattered nearby.
Sa-yoon pressed his thigh between Shin-jae’s legs, feeling Shin-jae’s Adam’s apple bob. As he rubbed against him, Shin-jae’s moans deepened, his breath growing ragged. Feeling Shin-jae’s arousal, Sa-yoon’s own excitement surged.
While Sa-yoon removed Shin-jae’s coat, a large hand slipped inside his shirt, tracing his firm abdomen before moving upward. Reaching his chest, the hand circled his nipple and tugged.
Sa-yoon offered his chest, sliding his hand into Shin-jae’s pants. Impatiently unzipping them, he freed Shin-jae’s cock, already dripping with precum.
“Ah, Hyung…….”
Without hesitation, Sa-yoon gripped and stroked it. Shin-jae pressed his head against Sa-yoon’s shoulder, turning to kiss his ear. Sa-yoon rubbed the tip with his thumb, feeling Shin-jae’s breath hot against his skin.
Trapped between the wall and Sa-yoon’s arms, Shin-jae braced himself, panting heavily. Sa-yoon freed his own cock, and together they stroked each other, their hands quickly becoming slick.
Shin-jae’s light-colored eyes gazed down, as if licking every inch of Sa-yoon’s body. Feeling the stare, Sa-yoon slowly lifted his shirt, revealing his nipples. He bit the fabric, and Shin-jae gripped both of their cocks in one hand.
“Ah, ah!”
Shin-jae’s large, firm hand stroked them vigorously from base to tip. The sensation of their erections rubbing together in his hand was incredibly pleasurable.
The room filled with their ragged breaths and the wet sounds of their members sliding together. Shin-jae’s thrusting made Sa-yoon’s palm hot from the friction.
Matching the rhythm of Shin-jae’s thrusts, Sa-yoon tightened and relaxed his grip, eliciting a moan from Shin-jae, who was biting Sa-yoon’s ear.
“Hyung, it feels so good right now.”
“Yes, ah, me too, it feels good.”
Looking down, Sa-yoon saw their cocks sliding in and out of Shin-jae’s fist. The sight made his mouth water. The thick veins on Shin-jae’s shaft rubbed against his thumb, sending waves of anticipation through his body.
The heat of Shin-jae’s breath on his shoulder, the sensation of their cocks rubbing together, and the expression of pleasure on Shin-jae’s face—it was all too stimulating.
Sa-yoon freed his thumb and rubbed it quickly over the tip of Shin-jae’s member. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Shin-jae pressed his body tightly against Sa-yoon, trapping him between the wall and himself. Sa-yoon could only moan as his cock was stroked.
“Ah, Hyung, it feels so good, Sa-yoon…. Hyung.”
At that moment, Sa-yoon’s cock pulsed, releasing his load. He had come too soon.
“Ah…….”
Sa-yoon clicked his tongue, regretting not taking off his shirt first as he saw the semen stains.
Shin-jae’s thick cock still throbbed in his hand. Sa-yoon circled the tip with his thumb and whispered, “Should we finish in the shower?”
The answer was already decided.
***
“Brr. It’s cold.”
“Mmm…… Ah.”
The body wash made Sa-yoon’s nipple slippery under Shin-jae’s thumb, rubbing back and forth. As the erect nipple was pressed by a fingernail, a moan escaped Sa-yoon’s lips, muffled by the tongue invading his mouth.
Each time Sa-yoon lifted his hips, Shin-jae’s cock slid out and thrust back in, making Sa-yoon moan.
“Wait, this is too hard.”
Due to the height difference, Sa-yoon struggled to maintain his balance on his tiptoes. Initially, he managed to position himself, but now he felt impaled on Shin-jae’s cock.
Sa-yoon shifted his feet, signaling a need to change positions.
“Okay.”
Shin-jae nodded lightly and kissed Sa-yoon. It seemed the best position would be from behind. As Sa-yoon relaxed to withdraw, Shin-jae’s arms suddenly lifted him by the thighs.
“Wh-what?”
Losing his footing, Sa-yoon instinctively grabbed Shin-jae’s neck. He knew Shin-jae was strong, but didn’t expect to be lifted so effortlessly. Looking down, he glimpsed Shin-jae’s cock between his spread legs.
“Wait, hey, this is a bit—”
Surely, Shin-jae didn’t intend to do it like this? Panic tightened his insides, though it wasn’t intentional.
“Ah, Hyung…….”
But Shin-jae responded, lowering him slightly.
“Ah!”
The deep penetration made Sa-yoon’s head press against the wall. Even without fully lowering him, the sensation was intense, heightened by the fear of falling. His insides clenched tightly, and his buttocks tensed as if gripping a pillow.
Shin-jae frowned at the tightness.
“Ugh, Hyung, relax a bit……”
“Wait, hold on, ah.”
As Sa-yoon managed to relax, Shin-jae began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out rapidly.
“Ah, this is weird……..”
“I’ll go slow.”
“No, wait……..ah!”
Just as Sa-yoon started to adjust, he slipped deeper. Though Shin-jae’s firm grip prevented a fall, the sudden weight drove Sa-yoon down hard onto Shin-jae’s cock. The impact sent a wave of intense pleasure through him, turning his vision white.
“……!”
“Hyung? Are you okay?”
Startled, Shin-jae lifted Sa-yoon slightly. The movement caused his cock to slide out and thrust back in at a different angle, intensifying the sensation. Sa-yoon’s mouth hung open in a silent scream, his body convulsing. His toes curled, and his fingers scratched at Shin-jae’s neck.
“Hyung! Ah, wait, ugh!”
As Sa-yoon climaxed, Shin-jae gasped, burying his face in Sa-yoon’s neck. Warm fluid filled Sa-yoon, distinct from his own release.
Drip. Drip.
The sound of water dripping from their bodies joined the heavy breathing in the shower.
