His eyes snapped open, and he finally grasped the situation.
“Ngh—! Mmph!”
His tongue, tangled with Do-young’s, couldn’t move properly, only letting out muffled, choked sounds. The invading tongue traced the soft inner lining of his mouth, sucking with a wet schlup, then delved deeper, scraping against the root of his tongue. The slick sensation gliding over his palate made Yiwoo gasp inwardly—Hiiik!—but all that escaped his lips were needy whimpers, nngh, hng, nasal and breathless.
Yiwoo, who had melted helplessly for what felt like an eternity, finally regained some sense—only for Do-young to press his thumb against Yiwoo’s swollen, panting lips, wiping them clean. The heat of that finger against his damp lips sent a jolt through every nerve.
“Jang Yiwoo.”
The low voice called his name. Yiwoo looked up at Do-young as he stood. Was this man always like this? That gaze, that voice—had they always been this way? And what the hell had just happened?
“Should we go out?”
“Huh? Where…?”
Yiwoo, who had been about to ask, suddenly realized where he was trapped and clumsily tried to stand. But he froze. He turned abruptly, facing the white tiled wall. The cold tile, separated only by his training pants, was warming where his heated arousal pressed against it. But his erection showed no signs of cooling down.
“Yiwoo?”
“Uh, um, y-you go first.”
Thud. Yiwoo pressed his forehead against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, his voice stuttering. The silence behind him made him even more reluctant to turn around. He didn’t need to see to know—Do-young was probably watching him with that same unreadable expression.
“No… I’ll wash up and leave. You go ahead.”
Yiwoo mumbled, desperate to hide his state, but then realized that wasn’t the issue. He replayed the events in his mind. The confession he’d blurted out. The kiss that followed. So… what was this? Wait, what?
He lifted his forehead from the tile, where a red mark had formed. Rubbing it absently, Yiwoo tried to piece things together—only for Do-young to pull him into an embrace from behind.
“Do-young?”
A large hand slipped under Yiwoo’s loose T-shirt, tracing his exposed abdomen upward. Another hand slid into his pants. Yiwoo gasped, grabbing that hand in alarm.
“W-what are you—?”
“Then let’s wash together.”
The low whisper tickling his ear made Yiwoo’s shoulders twitch. The showerhead on the wall suddenly sprayed cold water, drenching his shoulder.
“Ah! It’s cold… Nngh!”
His soaked clothes clung to his skin as Do-young’s hands continued to roam. The chilled water did nothing to cool the heat of Do-young’s body pressed against him. Yiwoo’s knees buckled under the stimulation, his erection sliding against the slick tile.
“If you’re uncomfortable, tell me.”
The husky murmur seeped into Yiwoo. Eyes squeezed shut, he shook his head without thinking. Do-young’s wet lips pressed against the nape of his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, while the rigid heat behind him grew more insistent. A sharp tweak to his nipple made Yiwoo gasp, his damp fingers scratching desperately at the smooth tile. There was nowhere to grip, nowhere to escape—the cold and heat trapping him, the overwhelming sensations making his body jerk uncontrollably.
“Do you like me?”
Do-young’s voice was rough as he licked the red mark he’d left. The cold water gradually mixed with the heated stream from the boiler, turning lukewarm. There was nothing left to cool Yiwoo’s burning body. The tile lost its chill, and his arousal spilled out, hot and heavy.
“Hngh… y-yes…”
Do-young’s hand, which had been stroking his tip, slowed. The man, who had been pressed tightly against him, pulled back slightly. The now-warm water cascaded down Yiwoo’s back, replacing the spot where Do-young had been. The absence of the stimulation—first his neck, then his chest, then his erection—left Yiwoo aching, his body tingling with need.
Even the warm water couldn’t relax his hypersensitive body. Amid the sound of the shower, a faint click echoed. Yiwoo turned his head slightly, his shoulder trembling as he glanced back.
Do-young’s broad chest was plastered with a white dress shirt, clinging to every contour. Gulp. Yiwoo’s gaze traveled upward, meeting Do-young’s face. His expression was still unreadable, but his eyes were different—thick with desire. The man’s lips, slightly parted, moved as he spoke, revealing a hint of red inside.
“You said you weren’t uncomfortable, right? Can I go in?”
Go in? What did that—? Yiwoo’s mind flashed back to what Do-young had said before entering the bathroom: “Tell me if it’s uncomfortable.” Yiwoo had waved it off—no, it’s fine, come in. But he hadn’t meant for Do-young’s lotion-slicked fingers to—
“W-wait, ah, just a second!”
There was nowhere to run. The wet, clinging tile offered no escape, and his soaked pants, stuck between his thighs, restricted even the slightest movement. The foreign sensation probing inside him was inescapable. Do-young pressed closer, pinning Yiwoo’s still-hard erection against the slick tile.
“Hah—!”
The friction against his cock mixed with the unfamiliar pressure inside, sending jolts of pleasure through him. The hot water cascading down his back dripped over Do-young’s hand, which was still pushing inside him. The tight ring of muscle, slick with lotion, stretched around the invading fingers, making wet, squelching sounds.
“Relax.”
The low voice, barely audible over the shower, was drenched in desire. Yiwoo’s tense body loosened faster under Do-young’s fingers than the warm water.
The fingers slid out, leaving Yiwoo’s hole gaping, twitching. The strawberry scent of the body lotion wafted through the steam, suddenly intoxicating. Yiwoo flinched at the sharp, sweet aroma. Do-young pressed a small kiss to his shoulder, then crushed him against the tile wall. Yiwoo’s body was trapped, every nerve focused on the thick intrusion filling him from behind.
“Ngh—!”
He could barely breathe. Only the tip was inside, yet Yiwoo’s mind blanked. He tried to escape, but he was pinned, his damp fingers scratching uselessly at the tile. Do-young’s hand snaked around to his front, gripping his throbbing erection, slick with lotion and water. The tight, grinding pressure made the tense ring behind him loosen slightly.
“Hngh… nn… Yiwoo…!”
Do-young, unable to hold back, thrust deeper. Yiwoo, caught between the overwhelming fullness and the pleasure from Do-young’s hand, could only whimper. Do-young’s grip on his thigh tightened, the pressure only heightening his climax.
“Ah! Nngh! Hah—! Ugh!”
White semen spurted from his tip, each pulse accompanied by a choked cry. His legs trembled, his voice raw from screaming. The wet sounds of thrusting—schlup, thud—grew faster. Yiwoo’s inner walls clenched around Do-young’s thick cock, the tight, elastic grip pushing Do-young over the edge. With a final thud, thud, he buried himself deep and came inside Yiwoo.
“Haaah…”
Do-young released Yiwoo’s leg, letting it slide down weakly. As Do-young pulled out, Yiwoo’s entire body slumped to the floor. The water stopped, and Yiwoo panted, his white back rising and falling. Do-young lowered himself, pressing his lips to Yiwoo’s back.
The soft, fleeting touch made Yiwoo flinch, arching his back. He looked up to see Do-young upside down, his face the same as always—yet the flush on his cheeks made him seem like a different person. Not unpleasant.
Yiwoo’s legs trembled as white semen dripped between them. The stinging, throbbing sensation made him frown, but he turned to face Do-young, who was still leaning against the wall. Their soaked shirts dripped with lukewarm water, clinging to their skin.
Yiwoo, still damp, finally asked the question he should have asked earlier, his voice hoarse from screaming.
“Do-young… do you like me?”
“Yes.”
The answer was immediate, unhesitating. Yiwoo lost his words as a light kiss brushed his lips. Blinking in surprise, he managed another raspy question.
“Since when?”
“The day you came to see the house?”
The terse reply left Yiwoo speechless again.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
