***
“Gag, gahp!”
Struggling moans and wet friction sounds mixed together. From the entrance where Yoon Taerim stood, only the back of a man’s head was visible. The brown hair of the man kneeling in front of the bed swayed following his movements. His body shook slightly back and forth, and each time a moan inevitably burst out.
“Haah…… Jaeyun-ah, can you open your throat a little more? Hm?”
The man sitting on the edge of the bed whispered affectionately. Each time he roughly thrust his dark red cock in with a thud, thud, the brown hair shook. As if his throat had opened satisfactorily, the man spat out a curse—”Fuck!”—and roughly grabbed his hair. Fixing him in place with both hands so he couldn’t escape, he mercilessly thrust his hips up.
“Uup! Mmph! Gkh!”
It was vulgar and debauched movement. The face of the man who had been shaking his hips like a panting beast writhed for a moment. His face, mixed with sadism and lust, was mercilessly distorted. And the next moment, the brown-haired man who couldn’t endure and pulled his head away gasped for breath.
“Cough cough! Gag, haaah……!”
“Fuck! Jaeyun-ah…, I was cumming but what do I do if you pull away? Hm? I was trying to feed it to you in your mouth but it all splattered out.”
The brown-haired man who had been coughing for a while rubbed his face with the back of his hand. The back of his hand glistened with the sticky whitish liquid clinging to it. His face must be even worse. Savoring that impression, Yoon Taerim knocked on the already open door.
“Excuse me.”
The man sitting on the bed, Go Yeongbin, raised his head. Discovering Yoon Taerim, he waved his hand delightedly.
“Oh, Yoon Taerim! You came at the right time. We were just about to start.”
The man who had been continuously coughing and weakly leaning his head against Go Yeongbin’s thigh turned around.
The first thing that caught his attention was the man’s eyes. The round eyes that gave off an unpredictable atmosphere were a deep brown similar to the man’s hair color. A silence settled between the two for a moment as if gauging each other.
The moment Yoon Taerim was indifferently scanning his flushed cheeks and lips glistening with semen, the man grinned.
“Hello.”
His face smiling innocently while covered thickly with semen formed a strange contrast. Unlike his eye shape that became a bit sharper when he smiled, an Indian dimple formed on the man’s left cheek. His expression was as innocent as a child, unlike someone who had just been sucking cock.
Aha. So that’s why there were rumors that Go Yeongbin keeps him by his side. Go Yeongbin’s taste couldn’t be called unusual. After all, Yoon Taerim quite liked that vulgar yet harmless face too.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Now that greetings are done, you should hurry and shower too. Jaeyun-ah, let’s start first.”
Go Yeongbin, embracing the man called Jaeyun, impatiently pressed their lips together. Giggling laughter flowed at the movements nibbling at his nape. Unlike the naked Go Yeongbin, his gaze touched the back view of him still clothed. Accepting Go Yeongbin who was boldly slipping into his collar, he turned his head to look at Yoon Taerim.
“Can I call you…… mmh, hyung?”
Through the open shirt, Go Yeongbin fondled his chest. Watching his body heat up as he was touched, Yoon Taerim shrugged his shoulders.
“Do as you like. You can speak informally too.”
It was a one-night connection anyway. Since he had no intention of seeing him again after today, honorifics weren’t that important to him. He’d only come because Go Yeongbin had urged him so much to come out. Now that he’d shown his face, things would be quiet for a while, and he wouldn’t have to care about this scoundrel behavior he was gradually losing interest in.
So no matter what happened here today, he would never recall that man again.
“Please feel free to call me by my name too, hyung.”
Yoon Taerim, who had been gauging which way the bathroom was, answered half-heartedly without even making eye contact.
“Sounds good. What’s your name?”
“Seungyeon.”
“Hm? But Yeongbin-ssi just called you Jaeyun?”
“Back then I was Baek Seungyeon pretending to be Jaeyun, and now I’m just Seungyeon. You know my name, hyung.”
At the smoothly continuing explanation, Yoon Taerim tilted his head.
“Isn’t this our first time meeting today?”
How would I know your name? However, before Seungyeon could answer that question, Go Yeongbin sat him on his lap. Since he had already taken off even his underwear, his white thighs were fully exposed. Between them, Go Yeongbin’s cock slowly rubbed.
“Jaeyun-ah, squeeze your thighs more.”
Impatient and anxious requests followed. Thud, thud, each time he thrust his hips up, Seungyeon’s body sitting on top also shook together.
“Mmh, hyung, do it harder please.”
“Ah, Jaeyun-ah, haah, baby……!”
Go Yeongbin, panting like a beast, moved increasingly roughly. Smack! Each time flesh hit flesh, Baek Seungyeon’s face gradually heated up.
“Hyung also, hah, wants to do this kind of thing with me, right?”
His seductive expression was quite brazen. Yoon Taerim, who had become interested, slowly moved his steps. He reached out his hand and caressed Baek Seungyeon’s face. Baek Seungyeon, who leaned his face against the back of his hand like a fawning animal, smiled with his eyes.
“You’ll have to hurry. Otherwise, Sanho will steal me, won’t he?”
“……What?”
Baek Seungyeon’s laughter deepened a bit more. Go Yeongbin’s face behind him suddenly changed to Jung Sanho’s. Jung Sanho, with an expression Yoon Taerim had never seen before, whispered while coveting Baek Seungyeon’s body.
“Hyung can just watch from there.”
The cock that had been rubbing between his thighs moved further inside. Jung Sanho brazenly spread Baek Seungyeon’s legs to the sides and fixed them. His weapon-like dick pushed in with a squelch into the gaping hole.
“Ah, Sanho-ya! Aaah……!”
“Baek Seungyeon is mine.”
The moment his gaze met Jung Sanho’s eyes glistening with desire, Yoon Taerim snapped to his senses as if doused with cold water. Rubbing his forehead soaked with cold sweat, Yoon Taerim blinked.
“……A dream?”
***
Two glasses of juice were placed on the glass table. Yoon Taerim, wearing an apron, clicked his tongue and sat on the sofa. Roughly wiping his wet hands on his apron, he smacked Jung Sanho’s butt.
“Stop pretending to sleep and wake up now, will you?”
“Ow! Hyung!”
At the merciless hand, Jung Sanho’s body trembled violently. The blanket he had been covered with slid smoothly down below the sofa. Yoon Taerim shook his head.
“I have to go to work in twenty minutes, you know? Yesterday I also left work in the middle because of you and it was really troublesome, you know?”
He handed him the juice telling him to stop talking and just drink this. At the nagging that it was good for his body so he should gulp it down, Jung Sanho hesitantly brought it to his lips. Even when acting prickly as hell, when he occasionally listened well like this, affection for his cousin welled up as if it had never happened.
“You were much cuter as a baby……”
When on earth did he become such a pitch-black adult? It feels like yesterday when he was an elementary schooler crying for his hyung not to go to the military……
“Cute my ass. Stop saying weird things from morning.”
Jung Sanho glared at Yoon Taerim, irritably distorting his eyes. Jung Sanho, who had already emptied the glass of juice, rubbed his forehead. Watching that, he couldn’t help but add a comment.
“That’s what I’m saying, why would someone who can’t even drink decide to crack open soju in broad daylight?”
Yoon Taerim rested his chin and stared at him intently. It was yesterday that he’d brought Jung Sanho home after supporting him when he passed out after drinking half a bottle of soju. Jung Sanho, who had been asleep all day, woke up at dawn. That part was fine, but as soon as he woke up, he grabbed the collar of the soundly sleeping Yoon Taerim asking where this was and why he was here. Only after explaining the situation half-asleep and soothing him did he lie back down on the bed, but somehow from then on, Yoon Taerim had been sleeping on and off.
‘Is that why I had a nightmare?’
He suddenly recalled the dream scene from last night. The dream that started with his first meeting with Baek Seungyeon flowed in a strange direction at some point.
Even if it was a dream, to see that kind of scene of Baek Seungyeon and Jung Sanho in a dream. The damage was severe in many ways. Even for a younger sibling he cherished, he didn’t particularly want to see that kind of scene. And Jung Sanho getting it on with Baek Seungyeon of all people.
Yoon Taerim unnecessarily cleared his throat and covered his mouth with his hand. Turning his head completely away, he stood up from his seat, shaking off his thoughts. He snatched the empty cup Jung Sanho was holding and headed to the kitchen. Taking off his apron and hanging it on a dining chair, he spoke seriously, unlike usual.
“Just looking at how you went looking for Baek Seungyeon happily without even listening to my warning makes it obvious. So I’m also thinking of changing my approach a bit now. I’m going to try being love rivals with you.”
No matter how much he nagged Jung Sanho, it wasn’t easy to persuade him when his mood was twisted beyond twisted.
In the end, it was back to square one. Yoon Taerim received a clear revelation from last night’s dream. The only way to definitively separate Jung Sanho from Baek Seungyeon was for him to have Baek Seungyeon first.
