Not a single star was visible in the pitch-black sky. He only felt the surroundings were somewhat bright due to the building lights reflecting through the window.
Dissatisfied with that, Bowon carefully walked so as not to trip in the dark room where he could barely see and turned on all the mood lights installed by the bedside.
Only then did he proudly look around the now clearly brightened interior before plopping down on the bed. As he blankly stared only at the floor, the sound of water dripping in the bathroom could be heard distinctly.
At the sound of skin slapping against skin, as if washing every corner of his body, his throat kept going dry for no reason.
After some time passed, along with the sound of water stopping, the bathroom door opened. And Seoheon, who came out from inside, vigorously shook his wet hair with a towel as he approached Bowon closely.
“Should I dry your hair?”
“Yeah.”
Unable to look at his face, when Bowon nodded while lowering his eyes, Seoheon turned behind him with a serious face and began drying Bowon’s hair. It wasn’t the first time drying his hair, and the skinship of embracing from behind was familiar now, yet with his heart constantly pounding, Bowon was to the point of not being able to breathe properly.
While surprised at himself trembling this much, since it wasn’t particularly an unpleasant feeling, he just fiddled with his innocent hands.
“Nervous?”
“Huh?”
At the gentle voice suddenly heard, Bowon momentarily thought he’d heard wrong. Because the word that popped out of Seoheon’s mouth didn’t match the voice at all.
Unable to answer in confusion, Seoheon spoke nonchalantly.
“I’m nervous.”
“Ah… me too.”
At Bowon’s words saying likewise, Seoheon, who had stopped the hand drying his hair, shook off the moisture again. The fact that he wasn’t the only one conscious of the events about to unfold gave psychological stability.
Seoheon, who had been carefully stroking his now fluffy dry hair as if touching a precious object, plopped down beside him and spoke.
“Even if you say it hurts in the middle, I won’t stop. It’s okay to curse me as a son of a bitch, so… be prepared.”
“…Isn’t that a bit too solemn?”
“I said it sincerely. Here and here, I want to fill all of this inside completely with mine.”
Seoheon’s long fingers passed Bowon’s lips, swept over his chest, then settled near his crotch. Bowon frowned at the unbelievably vulgar words.
“Where on earth did you learn to say things like that?”
“I just said what I wanted to do.”
Anyway, he must have confirmed his feelings again—it seemed the desire he’d been holding back until now had burst.
In reality, Seoheon was in a state with his nerves stretched taut. A strong impulse dominated his entire body as if telling him to devour the person before his eyes right away. The small remaining rationality was barely holding onto his mental thread, still enduring.
But why isn’t time passing like this? With a little time still remaining before midnight, Seoheon irritably swept up his hair. Rather than saying he’d only touch until the new year arrived, feeling like he couldn’t endure, he just pulled Bowon tightly into an embrace and lay down.
Feeling the same shampoo scent as his own, when he rubbed his nose, Bowon shrank his shoulders as if ticklish, then as if remembering something, turned around and narrowed his eyes.
“Why?”
“But are you going on top?”
Seoheon wondered if he could hear an even more absurd statement at this point, and strength naturally entered his embracing arms. When Bowon let out a small moan as if hurt, he released it right away, but it was hard to return his furrowed eyes to normal.
“Do you want to do it to me?”
“Huh? Well… I don’t know… Since we haven’t decided yet, I thought I should do it.”
As if it wasn’t particularly that, Seoheon felt slightly relieved. If he wanted to do it, he’d have to seriously consider it, but since this was something he’d been thinking about all along, he didn’t want to yield.
“I want to do it.”
“…Do you even know how to do it?”
Instead of holding back the sneer that was about to come out, Seoheon firmly kissed the annoying lips, then bit his chin without hurting him. At the face that immediately reddened, he found it both funny and cute, wondering what mindset made him think of climbing on top.
Without answering, Seoheon just laughed, then gently rubbed the lips that had become moist with moisture. When Bowon, who had raised his eyes, kneaded his cheek as if telling him to answer quickly, he spoke as if it were nothing.
“I studied. I know how to do it, so don’t worry.”
“Mm.”
At the gaze looking as if unconvinced, he raised one eyebrow in doubtful suspicion.
“Do you have experience by any chance?”
If the reason for not trusting him was confidence from accumulated experience, he felt like he’d be angry somehow.
“…That’s not it. I just can’t judge what to do and how.”
So he doesn’t really know. Seoheon gently kissed Bowon’s cheek as he covered his eyes with his arm as if embarrassed to say, then grabbed his arm as if telling him to look at himself and pulled it down.
When he met Seoheon’s glinting eyes, Bowon felt a strange sensation enough to give him chills.
Just then, as if that was the signal, the phone alarm rang. The piano melody majestically filled the room, then soaked his heart as if wrapping around his entire body. From beyond the window outside, he had the illusion of hearing New Year’s Eve bells ringing.
Seoheon, who brought the phone and turned off the alarm, knelt in front of Bowon and gripped his thighs. The hand that climbed up starting from his thighs suddenly entered inside the robe covering his body. The sound of Bowon gulping as their eyes met could be heard nakedly.
“Don’t worry. Hyung just needs to stay still.”
I’ll take care of everything myself. When Bowon smiled brightly at the soothing tone, Seoheon lowered his eyes, turned his head, and buried his lips. Soon sliding a hot tongue between the parting lips, he slowly sucked on the mucous membrane.
Seoheon, who kissed deeply while caressing his cheeks and neck, separated his lips and let out a low sigh, then threw out a comment as if remembering something.
“Happy New Year.”
At the playfully thrown New Year’s greeting, Bowon burst into laughter. Anyway, since the tension had loosened slightly, he also brought his lips to his ear and said the same thing.
Suddenly seeing Seoheon’s ear that entered his vision, saliva pooling, Bowon bit his earlobe lightly. Having only received caresses until now, he wanted to somehow make Seoheon feel good too.
Seoheon, who stopped his moving body for a moment, circularly stroked Bowon’s chest and stomach exposed as the robe slipped down. At the warm touch, Bowon’s face, which had been slightly stiff, gradually relaxed.
The closely attached bodies separated. Soon Seoheon, who greedily swept over Bowon’s naked body exposed as the robe fully opened, touched from his shoulders along his collarbone to his protruding nipples as if gripping them.
“Ah.”
Touching the nipple as if rubbing it with his index finger, then at the shape of the areola that had become hard, Seoheon opened his lips and slightly took it in his mouth. And after sticking out his tongue and licking several times, he began sucking with enough force to make noise. At the strong suction, Bowon gripped the bedding while bringing his legs together.
Seoheon, who noticed the instinctive action as heat gathered in the center, grabbed and spread his legs. Seoheon, who had firmly positioned himself between them, raised his face after sucking the nipple to a satisfying degree. The reddened, swollen nipple made him involuntarily aroused.
Soon Seoheon, who removed his own robe and threw it down below, kissed his nape with smacking sounds as if savoring the sensation of soft flesh. At the roughened breath, when he continued kissing downward while exhaling through his nose, Bowon twisted his body as if ticklish.
“Stay still.”
Since it interfered with caressing, he grabbed and fixed both wrists.
“Ngh… mmh.”
The lips that had descended along his chest to his stomach kissed his lower belly as if pecking, then rubbed with force. Right below it, his penis, hardened as heat gathered, was shyly exposed.
Bowon’s penis, which he saw every time he washed him, was truly harmless no matter when he looked at it. Clean and white cock like the flesh of his entire body—how much he’d wanted to take it in his mouth every time he saw it. Having only caressed slightly, at the sight of Bowon twisting his waist as if unable to endure, looking so pretty, he wanted to tease him more like this.
Seoheon didn’t bring his hand directly to the penis but subtly touched the scrotum hanging down below. Whether it was a different stimulation than before, his waist jerked up greatly.
“Hah… there…”
“There what?”
When Seoheon kissed and asked Bowon, who couldn’t connect his words well, he raised his eye corners and glared fiercely.
“Ah, come on. Please… you said you’d take care of it.”
Soon to Bowon, who put strength as if trying to pull out his restrained arms unable to endure, Seoheon kissed apologetically. When he slightly bit his lower lip and gripped his penis just like that, Bowon squeezed his eyes shut.
When he kneaded and stroked up the still soft cock, it soon became harder.
“Ah! Nngh…”
With his lips held by Seoheon, moans burst out through the gap between his teeth that opened involuntarily. At the shape of putting strength in his thighs trying to stand them up, Seoheon clicked his tongue and spread his thighs wider with his own knees.
Bowon opened his tightly closed eyes and looked down below to check where Seoheon’s hand was touching. Every time the penis caught in the large hand was rubbed, the glans would peek out its appearance.
At the stimulation that shocked both tactilely and visually, Bowon felt like he’d go crazy and licked his lips several times. He wished he’d touch quickly instead of slowly, and looked at Seoheon as if telling him to understand his wish.
Seoheon, who met the eyes pooled with tears from excitement, felt a thrill flow through his waist area and rubbed the penis more strongly. The sight of Bowon excited by his hand… he was to the point of heat gathering in his head at the thought of wanting to put anything in his mouth and suck greedily. How could he endure seeing that?
“Aah!”
“…Feel good?”
“Ngh… yeah. More… do it more.”
Bowon, who raised his freed arms and spread his hands wide, swept down Seoheon’s shoulders and chest. When he weakly kneaded the firm chest muscles, Seoheon’s eyebrows rose upward.
Seeing that reaction, Bowon understood why Seoheon had teased so much. When Bowon raised his lips in a grin and pinched the pale brown nipple, Seoheon sighed in a lower tone than usual.
Seoheon, whose eyes changed fiercely as if the lust he’d been barely holding back had exploded, lifted one of Bowon’s thighs with his remaining hand and placed it on his thick forearm.
Bowon, in a state with his waist slightly arched, looked at Seoheon with puzzled eyes. Seoheon pulled his hips back slightly, then at the same time as lowering his upper body, swallowed Bowon’s cock.
“Ngh.”
Bowon’s pupils, lost with nowhere to go in shock, opened wide.
