How much time had passed? Suddenly, Eunha let out a scoff and lifted his closed eyelids. He tilted his head slightly. With a wet sound, their lips separated. Catching his ragged breath, he looked down below.
Slowly, Yeonjun opened his eyes and drowsily looked up at him, and Eunha showed him a reproachful expression.
“What do you think about getting hard down there just from having your lips sucked a bit, when you said ‘anyone’ would do?”
The swollen bulge was pressing firmly against their touching buttocks. At those pointed words, the eyes meeting his flushed bright red.
“That’s because, hyung, you suddenly…”
Yeonjun stopped mid-sentence and squeezed his eyes shut. He tilted his head to the side and completely covered his face with the back of his hand. It was as if he didn’t know what to do anymore. His fingertips were reddened at every joint. His cheeks, earlobes, exposed neck—everything.
Why was he so embarrassed when this wasn’t even the first time? The reaction that seemed unbearable was both unfamiliar and subtly arousing. Eunha lightly bit his lip as he watched the man beneath him getting excited. He wanted to. It didn’t have to be Yeonjun specifically. Conversely, Yeonjun was fine too.
Reaching out his hand, he rubbed the beautifully carved collarbone and put more weight into where he sat. It was a sexual appeal. When he deliberately pressed down provocatively, the erection felt even more blatant. Along with the heat that felt ready to burst, Yeonjun threw his head back. He buried his face even harder into the back of his hand.
“Ah. Hyung. Just wait a moment…”
“Baek Yeonjun-ssi.”
“Haa, seriously…”
“Want to go out? Together.”
“…Please.”
“If you don’t want to, never mind. I can just call some other ‘anyone.'”
* * *
As soon as they entered the hotel room, they kissed. Eunha familiarly wrapped his arms around the neck of the man who leaned his upper body toward him as if pouring over. He tilted his chin up at the desperate kiss. As he responded to the man devouring his lips thickly, he quietly opened his eyes and observed him. The eyes loosened toward him were completely hazy. Like someone trapped in a dream.
Unlike Eunha, whose drunkenness had mostly faded on the way here, Yeonjun seemed to have completely lost his mind from the moment they came outside and felt the cold wind. Wrapping his arms tightly around the waist of Eunha who was pushed back against the wall, cupping the side of his face largely with his hand while pressing their bodies together overlappingly, thirst was transmitted from him. The mingling breaths were all hot.
It was a deep but not rough kiss. That’s why it felt even deeper and wetter. Heat rose from the caress that slowly rubbed and explored their mucous membranes. For some reason it seemed careful, as if deliberately controlling the intensity to not go beyond a certain level—at that kiss, Eunha let out a breath and lightly pushed Yeonjun’s shoulder away. While slightly furrowing his brow.
“Do you usually kiss like this?”
The hazily unfocused eyes blinked several times before turning into an evasive color. It seemed to mean no. Eunha tilted his head questioningly.
“You don’t need to be gentle.”
“…Your lip is hurt.”
As he said that, he lightly pressed the injured area with his thumb tip. Eunha momentarily showed an expression as if finding it unfamiliar. He had never once met a partner who cared about such things. Between people with a clear purpose, it was enough to just solve that purpose.
So Eunha had never expected such carefulness from them either. Rather, even when he met partners who got excited tearing at the wound more, he just accepted it.
To still manage such useless kindness in all this… As he thought somewhat sarcastically, the eyes he met curved drowsily.
“You’re dropping the formalities now.”
“Don’t like it?”
“…I like it.”
“You drop them too.”
Eunha spoke informally to his bed partners equally. Even to partners many years older, calling them by name only or saying “hey, hey” was commonplace. It felt ridiculous to keep up strict manners while seeing everything, and it was also bothersome.
To the unrestrained tone, Yeonjun didn’t respond. Instead, he looked down at Eunha with lazily lowered eyes before swallowing his lips again. The shadow cast was heavy. Mixed with the alcohol scent, the man’s body scent also had an appropriate weightiness. As he stroked the broad back beyond with the arm draped over his shoulder, Eunha thought indifferently. He had never once thought he wanted to meet someone younger… Well. This too, occasionally, might not be bad.
He slid his arm down as it was and lightly traced the man’s body. He brought his hand to the shirt buttons. When he undid a couple and caressed the bare shoulder between the shirt collar, a faint sigh leaked between their joined lips. The hand that had been gripping his waist instinctively dug into his waistband. A knee parted between his legs, and the bulk of the erection pressed down below. It was obvious desire.
As they stripped each other’s clothes and headed to the bed, Eunha felt somewhat numb throughout. It was difficult to have any meaningful emotions in a situation he had repeated countless times. Moreover, even though he didn’t remember, this was a partner he had already spent a night with once before.
While moving mechanically and diligently, his thoughts drifted elsewhere like flowing water. Was it because he had been with two other people in the past two weeks? Comparative impressions naturally arose. Especially the second partner he had met just a few days ago came to mind.
Was it Myeonghyeon, or Myeongjun? Anyway, the name had the character ‘Myeong’ in it. He was someone he met at a bar, and to the partner who first overtly showed interest and approached him, Eunha readily responded. It was thanks to him looking at least average, and when they briefly exchanged words, the feeling wasn’t too bad. There was probably also a bit of reason clouding from the alcohol. It was a thought that it didn’t matter either way.
He was quite good at sex, but aside from that, he was a partner who wasn’t very impressive. He had no distinguishing features. That colorless and odorless quality with nothing particularly noticeable was rather plain and appealing, so he met him twice more after that.
In that sense… Yeonjun could be said to be quite distinctive.
Eunha’s gaze, which had been blank and thoughtless, became subtle not long after he sat on top of him. After rolling around on the bed for a while, they changed positions. It was because he got frustrated when the drunk man moved sluggishly and didn’t make progress.
He didn’t like the man who wouldn’t cooperate with his inner desire to quickly get everything done and pass out, but instead just rubbed lips as if stalling. Coming on top of the man lying there with his upper body undressed, he was unfastening the belt buckle when a heated gaze landed on him calmly. The man buried limply in the sheets was looking up at him hazily. Eunha carefully took in that scene with his eyes. So this is the face he makes in bed.
It was quite a good sight. Meeting those drowsy eyes, Eunha, who appreciated it with considerable interest, inserted his hand inside the drawers. At the unabashed touch, Yeonjun let out faint fragments of laughter. While gently covering one reddened eye area with the back of his hand.
“What about you, hyung… do you always have sex like this?”
“Like this?”
“Like you’re eating someone up…”
Eunha denied it inwardly. That’s not it. Rather, he was on the bothersome side. He could achieve what he wanted sufficiently without doing that, so why bother.
It was his opinion that it was just tiring and troublesome. Right now, if he didn’t do it like this, it seemed like they’d spend the whole night just rubbing lips…
Instead of explaining in detail, Eunha, who was just roughly faithful to the act, had to be silent for a moment when he took out the man’s thing. His head, which had been consistently indifferent throughout, rippled meaningfully. He slightly narrowed his brow as if doubting his eyes, glanced up at Yeonjun’s face once, then lowered his gaze down again and suddenly let out an incredulous laugh.
this trope…
not all mls need horse cocks y’all