With their bellies full of warm, savory abalone porridge, Yoonwoo and Dojin sat across from each other at the table, chatting pleasantly.
In the comfortable atmosphere, Yoonwoo stood up first to clear the dishes, but Dojin caught his hand and insisted on doing it himself.
“You stay put, Yoonwoo. I’ll do the dishes.”
“But the doctor said a patient shouldn’t be doing anything today.”
Yoonwoo glared at him playfully, but Dojin was firm.
“I’ve been sitting around for too long, and my whole body feels stiff. Please, let me at least do this, okay?”
He held Yoonwoo’s hand and shook it slightly, acting charming.
Yoonwoo couldn’t help but shake his head, a fond smile gracing his lips.
“Alright. Then I’ll peel some apples for you.”
So, Yoonwoo sat on the sofa peeling apples while Dojin busily did the dishes.
The sound of clattering plates blended with the rhythmic sound of the apple peeler, creating a natural and comfortable atmosphere, much like an old, established couple.
Once the dishes were done, Dojin sat beside Yoonwoo, accepting an apple slice from him and turning on the TV.
A romantic comedy was playing as a weekend special.
The two sat shoulder-to-shoulder, occasionally chatting while watching the movie.
They laughed together at the protagonists’ romance and sighed in unison at the tragic scenes.
The proximity where they could feel each other’s warmth, the easy-flowing conversation—everything felt as peaceful and warm as a dream.
By the time the movie ended and the closing credits rolled, it was already late at night.
Yoonwoo stretched his slightly stiff body and said, “I got some food on my clothes while cooking today… would it be okay if I washed up before heading home?”
Dojin, who had been trying to soothe his disappointment while expecting Yoonwoo to head home, doubted his ears.
‘W-wash up and leave?’
At Yoonwoo’s sudden words, Dojin’s heart began to race madly, and his face flushed hot.
As Yoonwoo went into the bathroom and the sound of running water started, Dojin paced the living room like a madman, restless and unable to stay still.
In truth, ever since the night they spent together during his last rut, Dojin had been unable to shake the memories.
Every time he lay down to sleep, Yoonwoo’s flushed expression and gasps during that night would come to mind, forcing him to bury his face in his pillow and think of other things just to calm his body down.
‘No, Kim Dojin! Get a grip! He’s just washing up before leaving! It’s absolutely nothing else! Calm down, calm down!’
He repeated this to himself, trying to suppress his excitement. But right then, Yoonwoo’s voice came from inside the bathroom.
“Um… Dojin, by any chance… could I borrow some underwear and some clothes to change into?”
“Y-y-yes, of course!”
Dojin answered in a voice barely above a whisper, his face turning red enough to burst.
He rushed to the closet and frantically found a new pair of underwear he had bought previously, along with his cleanest, softest T-shirt and comfortable training pants, placing them carefully outside the bathroom door.
Soon after, Yoonwoo emerged from the bathroom looking fresh and clean.
His wet hair carried the fragrant scent of shampoo.
Dojin’s large boxy T-shirt was quite oversized on his slender frame, and the wide neckline revealed his delicate collarbones and soft shoulder lines.
The training pants, equally large, sat loosely, and every time he sat on the sofa or leaned over, his waistline and pelvis were dangerously exposed.
Unlike his usual neat and tidy appearance, his slightly disheveled and languid state was more than enough to paralyze Dojin’s reason.
Dojin couldn’t even bring himself to look at him properly, averting his gaze.
Like a perfectly ripe peach, Yoonwoo seemed to emanate a sweet and soft fragrance along with the clean scent of his skin.
Afraid that he might lose his reason again and make a mistake that would disappoint Yoonwoo, Dojin felt he had to send him home quickly.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, he rambled.
“U-um, Yoonwoo! It’s really late now… so I should take you home quickly… no, that’s not it, you must be tired, so you should go home and rest! I—I’ll head out right now…”
Whether he knew his heart or not, Yoonwoo stepped closer and took his hand.
He then leaned into Dojin’s ear and whispered in a low, wicked voice, his breath mingling with Dojin’s.
“…Dojin. Are you really going to send me home like this?”
The tail of his sentence curled up, tickling Dojin’s earlobe.
His gaze was playful yet contained a deep, burning heat.
At those words, Dojin felt something snap inside him.
His eyes darkened and deepened in an instant.
He managed to speak in a trembling voice.
“Yoonwoo… if you don’t leave now… I don’t know what I might do. Please… please just go.”
His voice was a mixture of pleading and uncontrollable desire.
Instead of leaving, Yoonwoo turned with a provocative smile.
Thinking he was truly leaving, Dojin felt a mix of relief and profound disappointment.
But instead of heading to the entrance, Yoonwoo reached for his bag and pulled something out.
It was none other than condoms and lubricant.
Flushing slightly, but looking straight into Dojin’s eyes, he said:
“Can you… be a little gentler than last time? It was good then, of course… but this time… I want to feel you deeper, and more slowly.”
His voice was shy, but the temptation within it was irresistibly intense.
His bold and honest confession—Dojin couldn’t take it anymore.
Letting out a low, beast-like growl, he lunged at Yoonwoo, scooped him up, and headed straight for the bedroom.
Yoonwoo was startled by his sudden action, but soon wrapped his arms tightly around Dojin’s neck, winding his legs firmly around his waist.
As soon as they reached the bedroom, Dojin placed Yoonwoo gently on the bed and ripped off his own shirt. His eyes were already burning with fierce desire.
“You clearly gave me the chance, Yoonwoo. Now… whatever happens, I’m not responsible.”
Like a starving beast, he buried his face in Yoonwoo’s neck and began to devour his skin.
His hot lips moved down Yoonwoo’s neckline, leaving red, petal-like marks all over his body.
Yoonwoo gasped at his intense caresses, clutching his broad shoulders tightly.
Dojin gently stroked his body, but sometimes squeezed it as if he couldn’t help himself, drawing moans from Yoonwoo.
Their clothes fell to the floor one by one, until their naked skin touched.
Their hot body heat, ragged breathing, and the sound of their thumping hearts filled the dark room.
Dojin layered his body over Yoonwoo’s and looked deep into his eyes with affection.
Then, he brought his lips to Yoonwoo’s chest.
“I was so disappointed that I couldn’t cherish these enough last time. How are you so cute and pretty even here?”
Dojin brought his mouth to Yoonwoo’s pale pink nipples, which stood out like ripe fruit, and sucked on them gently.
As his wet tongue swept over and rubbed them, they hardened, as if begging for more.
“Hhh… please… don’t say things like that…”
Yoonwoo realized again, as he had felt during the last rut, that Dojin was unexpectedly good at saying embarrassing things.
“Haa… Yoonwoo… you’re so beautiful…”
Sucking on the nipples and making wet sounds, Dojin reached out to gently press the other side.
With his fingers pressing down and his nails lightly scratching, the other nipple soon hardened and stood erect.
“Hnnng… Dojin…”
Under Dojin’s tongue and touch, Yoonwoo’s mind grew hazy, and his body twitched involuntarily.
With the stinging pleasure radiating from his chest, his lower abdomen tensed.
Without realizing it, he began to push his chest upward.
Finding Yoonwoo, who was weak to stimulation, adorable, Dojin took the other nipple into his mouth and rolled it around.
After licking and biting at them for a long while, pre-cum began to drip from Yoonwoo’s member.
Dojin moved his mouth from the nipples down to the navel and even further down, savoring Yoonwoo’s skin.
Reaching the member that was leaking fluid as if ashamed, Dojin opened his mouth wide and took Yoonwoo’s member inside.
“Ahh! Ha… no… Dojin, it’s dirty…”
“It’s not dirty at all. It’s cute.”
As Dojin mumbled while holding him, an even crazier level of sexual sensation surged up.
“Please don’t talk while you’re holding it… Ahk…!”
Yoonwoo began to move his hips, chasing after an even stronger pleasure.
“Hah… Haa… Hnn…”
Taking advantage of Yoonwoo losing his grip on his senses, Dojin continued to pleasure him orally while coating Yoonwoo’s entrance with plenty of lubricant.
He put a condom on and brought it to the opening.
Yoonwoo’s entrance seemed to writhe in anticipation of Dojin’s intrusion.
“It seems like you’re welcoming me, too. Twitching… how cute…”
Dojin pulled his mouth away and stared at Yoonwoo’s entrance.
Then, he carefully inserted his fingers into the opening.
“Hah…!”
At the tight intrusion, Yoonwoo gripped the pillow tightly.
His body, anticipating pleasure, trembled, and his mouth opened naturally.
“Yoonwoo, just hold on a moment. You’ll adjust soon.”
Dojin, who had been pressing here and there with one finger, was soon pushing three fingers into Yoonwoo’s opening.
“Hnn… Dojin…”
Yoonwoo wished for the moment to pass as he felt his insides being pushed up.
It was right then.
