“Can you rub some lube on me?”
Dongha’s “lube” meant oil or lotion, but Jiseok’s mind went elsewhere. He shook his head to clear the thoughts and replied, heading to the kitchen. The array of tools and seasonings suggested Dongha wasn’t lying about being a good cook. The hastily made omelet rice suddenly felt embarrassing. But then he noticed a few chipped plates, dented pots, and a warped ladle. Maybe he’s more enthusiastic than skilled. The constant noise complaints made sense now. Still, the neatly organized kitchen made it easy to find a half-empty bottle of olive oil.
Jiseok returned to Dongha, raising his voice.
“I’ll use olive oil!”
“That’s expensive… No! Just use a lot!”
At the reply, Jiseok twisted open the cap. Dongha must have been in agony for hours. I’ll use as much as he wants. But as he tilted the bottle, he hesitated.
“Dongha!”
“Yes?”
“Should I take off your underwear?”
Silence from the other side. The T-shirt caught in the wall was one thing, but getting oil all over his underwear would be a hassle. Jiseok realized too late how that could be misinterpreted, but he decided to brazen it out.
“It’ll be hard to wash off!”
Dongha’s buttocks twitched in response. Still no answer, but Jiseok, with his free hand, tugged the black briefs down. The firm, white buttocks came into view. A rush of heat surged below his waist. Gulp. He swallowed, hoping the sound wouldn’t carry through the wall, and pulled the briefs down to Dongha’s ankles. Dongha lifted each foot to help, and Jiseok crouched to retrieve the underwear. As he straightened, he caught a glimpse of Dongha’s erection between his legs. He quickly averted his eyes. This situation is making me feel like a pervert, but his blood flow was hard to control. Pretending it was no big deal, he tossed the underwear aside and tilted the olive oil bottle toward the hole.
The oil poured out, soaking the frayed wallpaper and the edge of Dongha’s shirt. The slick liquid soon reached Dongha’s skin. Drip, drip. A generous amount flowed down his buttocks and legs. The viscous oil glistened as it trailed down Dongha’s firm, pale skin, and Jiseok inhaled sharply. The sensation must have been ticklish—Dongha’s lower body twitched. His legs moved slightly, but his pelvis was wedged tightly in the hole. The oil seeped between his buttocks, slipping into the crevice.
“Haa…”
Jiseok couldn’t look away. His hand covered his mouth as his lower body heated up. He set the nearly empty bottle aside and wiped his sweaty brow. The sight of Dongha’s glistening skin and the oil dripping between his thighs stirred something in him.
“Dongha!”
Dongha’s voice trembled. Jiseok, still hard, moved behind him.
“I’m going to pull!”
Dongha’s lower body flinched. Jiseok wondered what expression he was making on the other side. He was glad Dongha couldn’t see his face—or the tent in his loose sweatpants.
“P-Please be gentle!”
Jiseok’s arousal only grew at the plea. Gentle? What does that even mean right now? He’d promised to pull, but his hands hovered over Dongha’s slick buttocks, unable to touch.
He exhaled and reached out. He grabbed Dongha’s hips, but the oil made it hard to get a grip. I should’ve just put oil where he’s stuck. Jiseok, usually more composed, realized he wasn’t much better than Dongha in this situation. Dongha’s hips trembled as Jiseok’s hands slipped. He’s sensitive here. Jiseok suppressed his own reaction and slid his hands down to Dongha’s thighs. A soft gasp came from the other side. Bending over to grab him put Jiseok in an awkward position, his erection pressing against Dongha’s back. He arched his hips away, making it even stranger.
Ignoring the embarrassment, Jiseok gripped Dongha’s thighs and pulled.
“Haaah! Ugh, Hiik!”
The loud cry sounded more like a moan. Jiseok’s mouth dried as his grip slipped on the oily skin. His hand slid inward, touching something hot and hard—Dongha’s erection. It took him a second to realize what it was.
Dongha, already tense, gasped as Jiseok’s hand accidentally gripped him. His hips jerked, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan. The hand didn’t let go. What should I do? His mind raced. He should tell Jiseok to stop, or at least curse at him. The initial slip might have been an accident, but this prolonged contact was no mistake. Dongha’s shoulders trembled as he pressed his hand harder over his mouth. Then, Jiseok’s hand deliberately wrapped around his erection.
A lewd moan escaped through his fingers. The stimulation alone was enough to make him climax instantly. Dongha’s heart pounded against the sofa backrest. He couldn’t remove his hand from his mouth. The excitement coursing through his body was overwhelming.
“Dongha!”
Jiseok’s voice came from beyond the wall. Dongha couldn’t answer, only gasping as Jiseok’s hand moved slowly. The slick oil served as lube, and Dongha’s erection throbbed in response. Jiseok licked his lower lip and pulled his hips closer. His sweatpants, already strained, brushed against Dongha’s oily buttocks. The damp fabric clung to him, and Jiseok hastily pulled it down. His own erection, thick and hard, pointed upward. He wanted to thrust it deep into Dongha’s tight hole. Still stroking Dongha, Jiseok called out again, his voice thick with desire.
“Dongha! Are you okay?”
Dongha didn’t know what “okay” meant in this context, but the message was clear. Jiseok’s hot tip pressed against Dongha’s hole, and a loud moan escaped from the other side. Hearing it, Jiseok let go of Dongha’s erection and grabbed his buttocks with both hands. The trembling flesh resisted as he tried to spread them, his hands slipping on the oil. The scent of olive oil, usually unremarkable, now felt intoxicating.
Jiseok’s erection pushed in, slipping through the oil. Dongha cried out as the thick, hot length filled him. Jiseok groaned, his face twisting as Dongha’s tight muscles clamped around him. The hole and inner walls pulsed, squeezing his cock.
“Ugh…”
Jiseok’s voice escaped through gritted teeth.
“Relax…”
“Hngh, Ugh…”
Dongha’s only response was moans. Even that drove Jiseok wilder. Having sex with only Dongha’s lower body visible, imagining the rest—it was perverse, thrilling. Dongha felt the same. He couldn’t see Jiseok’s expression, his movements, or his gaze. The unseen cock thrusting into him, the way his own body clenched around it—every sensation was heightened. The more he imagined, the more sensitive he became. His entire body burned. The slick oil, the deep thrusts, the slapping of thighs—every detail was vivid. The excitement consumed him.
Thrust, thrust. The olive oil pooled above trickled down, easing Jiseok’s penetration. The pleasure of the thick, hot cock sliding inside overshadowed the pain in his wedged pelvis. Dongha couldn’t think straight, swept up in the pleasure.
Slap, slap. Jiseok’s movements sent vibrations through Dongha’s erection, stimulating him as it brushed the wall. Each thrust sent a jolt through Dongha’s mind. Then, at one deep thrust, his vision flashed white. If not for the sofa, his arching back would have collapsed. His mouth hung open, breath caught in his throat. His tightly shut eyelids trembled, and a rough gasp and moan burst out. His hand, weakly covering his mouth, slipped to grip the sofa. His lips parted, crying out uncontrollably.
“Ugh, F-Fuck…”
Jiseok groaned, mixing curses with moans as he thrust into Dongha’s tightness. The moans from beyond the wall made it feel like eavesdropping. The raw sensation of sex and the muffled moans in his ear created a strange, intoxicating pleasure. The forbidden thrill and overwhelming arousal left Jiseok grimacing, unable to stop.
The slick oil made the sounds wet and sloppy, but suddenly, they turned rough—thud, thud. Each deep thrust pressed Jiseok’s tip against something inside Dongha, making him clench tightly. Jiseok gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his climax. But Dongha reached his peak first, his body trembling as he squeezed tightly around Jiseok. With a groan, Jiseok came inside him.
“Ugh, Ugh…”
The intense pleasure of release made Jiseok thrust deeper into Dongha. Panting, he slowly pulled out, his mind replaying Dongha’s wild cries. Only now did he realize how loudly Dongha had screamed. His dazed mind finally processed the sounds.
Dongha’s erection twitched, white semen dripping from the tip. The hole Jiseok had just left also oozed with fluid.
“Haa…”
The indescribable pleasure lingered. Jiseok’s body refused to let go of the sensation. His trembling limbs occasionally twitched as he tried to calm himself. A drop of semen dripped from the tip of his cock onto the floor. He absentmindedly wiped the sweat from his brow, his gaze fixed on Dongha’s lower body. The oil glistened on his pale skin, and the semen seeping out stirred Jiseok’s blood again.
Dongha’s legs, propped against the wall, began to lose strength. Jiseok’s hand slipped between them, and Dongha’s legs tensed. His fingers, slick with oil and semen, pressed inside. Dongha, startled, tried to move his legs but slipped on the mess, losing his balance.
At that moment—Dongha’s wedged pelvis slid out of the hole. The oil and constant movement had loosened the fit, and the shift in weight did the rest. Jiseok’s fingers, still inside, were yanked out as Dongha’s buttocks slipped free. Jiseok caught him with his other hand, and the sofa backrest kept Dongha from falling hard.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
