After that, Sayoung changed his approach. Instead of declaring, "Let's have sex today," and overloading Cha Euijae's responsible brain,
"Hold me."
"Kiss me."
"Hold my hand."
"I want to be held."
"Can I hug you?"
"Let's sleep holding each other."
He switched to making small, frequent requests that his hyung would naturally grant.
"You're acting too much like a child these days."
Euijae grumbled, but diligently fulfilled the requests. Before he knew it, he was holding Sayoung's hand or hugging him first, even without being asked. He would even kiss him when their eyes met. It was similar to the skinship before the rib incident, but strangely...
'It's precarious.'
Even the usual skinship was filled with heat. Their gazes at each other were mixed with longing and passion. Hesitant touches brushed against collars and fingertips.
They had drawn a line. They knew what lay behind this line. They could cross it at any time. Yet, they didn't cross it. Every time their skin touched, it felt like walking a tightrope, with their toes just barely on the line.
When would they cross the line? Sayoung smiled softly, watching Euijae's flushed ear tips. He was confident he could wait until Euijae crossed the line first. Waiting was his specialty.
"Haa..."
In the back alley of the hangover soup restaurant, where darkness had fallen, Euijae sighed softly as he stacked boxes at the recycling area.
Sayoung, who had been watching, approached slowly.
"Shall we go now, Hyung?"
"Yeah. Let's go home."
"Before that, just one kiss."
"Here?"
"There's no one around. Huh?"
"You really..."
A sneaker slid against the ground next to a soju bottle with a half-torn label. Thud, his back hit the wall. As if he had been waiting, lips approached, and a tongue tangled without hesitation into the gap of parted lips.
"Ugh, euung..."
Small moans leaked from between his lips each time the tongue moved thickly. Euijae gripped Sayoung's shoulders. It was the same kiss as usual, but something was different. Strange. Why? Why was it especially like this today...?
His toes kept curling, and he felt something ticklish. His eyelids fluttered each time the thick, dark tongue familiarly traced his teeth and rubbed against the roof of his mouth.
'Ah, seriously, what is this?'
Euijae squeezed his eyes shut. His fingers gripping his shoulders kept tightening. The dark tongue rummaged around in his mouth for a long time before finally pulling away, only after Euijae's face was completely red. He leaned against the wall, panting. Even as the cold air entered his lungs, he couldn't quite come to his senses. Kissing Lee Sayoung had always felt good, but this one was especially...
"Are you okay?"
A firm arm wrapped around his waist, supporting Euijae. He must have looked really strange to the guy.
"Yeah, I'm okay..."
Violet eyes scanned Euijae's face as if observing him.
"Hmph…. is that so?"
A black hand brushed his cheek. His leather gloves were always cold. It felt good to have them cover his flushed cheeks. Without realizing it, Euijae leaned his cheek into his hand and closed his eyes. The thumb that had been stroking his eyes stopped.
What, why did you stop? It felt good—
"..Hyung."
A low voice awakened him. Euijae slowly opened his eyes. Under the dim streetlight, violet eyes shone brightly.
"Cha Euijae."
In an instant, he snapped to attention. Euijae straightened up, his body stiffening. Sayoung was staring at him silently, without a smile. The tips of his fingers trembled. Euijae roughly wiped his face with his hand, as if avoiding his gaze.
"Wow... I must be really weird right now. I don't even feel like saying anything even though you're calling me by my full name. What is this?"
He mumbled incoherently. His heart began to beat rapidly. As Euijae turned his head as if to avoid his gaze, Sayoungpressed his lips to the nape of his neck, exposed through the gap in his collar. A shiver ran down his spine. He bit down gently on his clean neck.
"...Ugh!"
He licked over the red tooth marks with his dark tongue. Goosebumps rose along the path of the wet tongue. His heart was beating too fast. Fast enough for Lee Sayoung to notice.
'Damn it.'
Euijae squeezed his eyes shut. Sharp teeth bit and licked at his neck several times. As if marking his territory.
"Hyung."
Thick lips moved from his neck and jaw, up to his ear. Goosebumps rose along the path. Hot breath whispered in his ear.
"...You're hard."
A hard thigh pressed between his legs. It was as he said. Euijae's penis was half-erect, swelling against his pants. Damn it.
He couldn't get swept away by his pace like this.
"What about you-"
Euijae reached out and grabbed Sayoung's crotch, and
"..."
He ended up grabbing something that was already much larger than his own, trapped uncomfortably.
'Shit.'
Jackpot, this was. He couldn't even run away. Anyone could see that Cha Eui-jae was 99% at fault. Haa, hot breath poured into his ear.
Sayoung gently bit his earlobe.
"...Let's go. Home."
Ah, shit.
Only then did Euijae realize.
'I was sexually frustrated too...'
The moment the door slammed shut and the light in the hallway turned on, the two kissed without either of them initiating. There was a hint of blood mixed in, as if they had torn their lips from rubbing them so roughly. Tongue and tongue intertwined through parted lips. Saliva and breaths mingled. The surrounding air became thickly heated with just a kiss.
"Heut, euung..."
Sayoung hugged Euijae's waist and moved without breaking the kiss. Euijae was pushed back and tripped on the threshold of the entrance, collapsing to the floor. Only then did their lips part. His head was dizzy. Euijae said, panting,
"Wait, wait a minute, let me catch my breath..."
But Sayoung didn't seem to hear him. He threw off his black mustang jacket, climbed on top of Euijae, and kissed him again. A heavy weight pressed down on his body. Euijae lay in the hallway and hugged Sayoung's neck.
'Damn bastard.'
He's gone crazy...
This kiss was too rough to be called a kiss. He could feel the desire to devour the other person completely. Euijae tilted his head and accepted the tongue even deeper. It felt like being eaten.
Eung, heueu... Small moans leaked out each time a gap formed between their locked lips. A hand wearing a leather glove wriggled under his clothes. It rubbed his stomach, sides, and waist. When cold fingers touched his nipples, his waist twitched. Wait, he wanted to say that, but the dark tongue wouldn't let go of his lips.
As the gloved hand rubbed and scratched, his nipples quickly swelled. It wasn't a sharp pleasure, but a ticklish feeling. Ah, damn it.
Strange...
As Euijae struggled, the hand that had been stroking his waist moved towards the buckle of his jeans. It stopped moving and paused.
The hand that had been tickling his nipples, and the kiss that had been devouring him, also stopped. Euijae opened his eyes, panting.
Sayoung's face, which was always pale, was flushed with red. He was waiting for permission. Just one step. Permission to go further.
Euijae didn't answer. Instead, he lowered his hand and found the buckle of Sayoung's pants near his stomach and pelvis. He was always quicker to act than to speak. It was the same this time.
"...Ha."
Amidst the heavy breathing, he thought he heard Sayoung laughing. Lips covered his again.
Click, the buckle was released and the zipper went down. His already wet underwear was exposed under the flickering sensor light in the hallway. Euijae also fumbled and unbuckled Sayoung's pants. Sayoung moaned softly and rubbed his forehead against his shoulder. Euijae hugged the back of Sayoung's head and whispered.
"Lee Sayoung. Sit, do it sitting down..."
Firm arms hugged his waist and lifted him up, placing him on his lap. If he had been in his right mind, he would have made a fuss about what he was doing, how could he put his hyung, who was like the sky, on his lap, but Euijae obediently placed his knees on the floor and sat on his firm thighs.
A hand wearing a leather glove reached inside Euijae's underwear. The lukewarm, heated leather grabbed his penis, sending a chill down his spine. Ah, shit... Euijae cursed softly and tilted his head back. His penis, feeling someone else's touch for the first time, throbbed and dripped clear fluid. Sayoung grabbed his penis and whispered.
"Take mine out too... Hyung."
His head felt like it was melting at the pleading voice. Euijae reached out with trembling hands and pulled down Sayoung's underwear.
And something huge popped out and heavily struck his hand.
No, wait a minute.
Huh?
In that moment, a question mark popped up in his head, which had been melting thickly with excitement and heat. This is... a penis?
No, this is a weapon.
This... its appearance was more suited to the word 'dick' than 'penis'. Sayoung's was erect to the limit, with veins bulging, and soaked with pre-cum. Shouldn't the lower half be pretty if the face is pretty? Why is he carrying around something so big and hideous? Euijae's wasn't small by any means, but compared to Sayoung's...
'This is a bit much.'
The thought that he had lightly considered in his excitement, of taking care of it with his mouth if necessary, completely evaporated.
'What the hell was I thinking?'
Even the strongest hunter was helpless in front of this ferocious guy. The throbbing thing seemed like an independent entity with a mind of its own, and it looked a little cold.
"...Um, just a moment."
Euijae quietly pulled the mustang jacket over and covered the large penis.
"...Huh?"
Sayoung tilted his head as if he couldn't believe it.
"What are you doing right now?"