After hesitating slightly, Sangho just wrapped a towel around his lower body and left the bathroom. Han Kyungoh walks around naked all the time anyway. He could just quickly go and put on clothes.
Swoosh. When he opened the bathroom door and came out, he felt Kyungoh, who was standing in the kitchen area, looking at him. Kyungoh was holding a cup of water and gulping it down when he spotted Sangho and immediately started coughing and spitting out water.
“Cough, cough……!”
His face turning red all the way to the bridge of his nose, Kyungoh kept coughing as veins bulged from his neck to his cheeks. Why is he acting like that, really. Sangho glanced at Kyungoh strangely and quickly opened the living room drawer. Rummaging through the underwear and clothes stuffed inside haphazardly, he found something to wear.
As Sangho crouched down with his buttocks barely visible, Kyungoh fixed his gaze and slowly walked toward his room door. Just as Sangho finally fished out underwear and short-sleeved shorts and lifted his head, Kyungoh covered his mouth with the back of his hand and said,
“Um…… Should I give you a sports massage?”
“……?”
“I’ll loosen up your muscles nicely. Okay? Just for a moment, come over… here.”
As he spoke, Sangho could see Kyungoh’s gaze sliding down from his nape to his chest to his ribs. Sangho’s face turned red as he slowly scanned his body, and he covered himself with the clothes he’d taken out. Kyungoh wheedled once more,
“Just for a moment, come in here. Okay?”
“N-no!”
When Kyungoh, standing at the threshold, turned his body and slightly opened the door, Sangho was horrified and shook his head. Suddenly, Sangho remembered how terribly Kyungoh had tormented him every time he was dragged into that room.
‘He really likes sports massages, that bastard…… Is he in heat again?’
When Sangho glared at him with a fully guarded expression, Kyungoh furrowed his brow regretfully and let out a “hmph” through his nose. He told me not to release my scent unless necessary. Muttering incomprehensible words, he even showed an anxious expression.
“J-just a little. Come here.”
“I-I said no.”
As Kyungoh inched closer with his gaze fixed on Sangho’s crotch, Sangho broke out in a cold sweat seeing the increasingly large shadow falling over him. When Sangho fell backward on his bottom and crawled back with a frightened expression, the towel that had barely been covering below slipped off. The moment Sangho’s cock peeked out from between the white towel, Sangho covered his crotch and quickly ran toward the sofa.
Whoosh!
As if that was the signal, Kyungoh chased after Sangho even faster. Caught naked in just a few seconds, Sangho collapsed onto the sofa with a thud. He could fully feel Kyungoh’s hot breath puffing out from behind his ear.
“Then just a kiss.”
“Wh-what? N-no! Absolutely not! You bastard, it wasn’t even a sports massage to begin with, was it?”
“Then, then. I’ll just hold you. Okay? Just a little.”
“You’re already groping me!”
“Ha…… Just a little, just a little…… Just hold you…… I won’t go all the way.”
Kyungoh let out deep sighs as if his mouth tasted sweet and squeezed his eyes shut. Though Sangho, his face flushed red, pushed Kyungoh’s cheek away with his elbow, Kyungoh still pressed his excited body against him. Feeling flustered at this clumsy appearance instead of the usual calm demeanor, Sangho found it awkward. Kyungoh’s forehead rubbing against his skin somehow seemed like pleading. Finally, squeezing his eyes shut, Sangho grabbed Kyungoh’s forehead and started slapping it with both hands.
“Y-you crazy bastard! N-no! I said no!”
“Grrr……”
At the more firm response, Kyungoh made a thoroughly dejected face. Unlike before when he’d secretly strip off clothes or overpower Sangho’s body with strength, Kyungoh would pull away when Sangho pushed him, then quickly stick close again. Even so, he didn’t easily let go of Sangho’s body, rubbing his face against his soft waist and making pained sounds.
“You said you’d help. They even increased my suppressant dosage at the hospital.”
“Th-that’s……”
“I’ll just touch. Okay?”
At the whining tone like a child, Sangho felt absurd. Should I say he finally feels like someone younger? Anyway, it seemed like Kyungoh wouldn’t use force aggressively or anything as long as he didn’t enter that room.
‘He said they increased the suppressant dosage. Has his rut cycle still not returned?’
After frowning and agonizing for a while, Sangho let out a sigh of resignation. He’s already groping all over, so what does he mean by just touching? Still, he felt relieved that Kyungoh didn’t seem to be trying to force anything.
“……Don’t touch weird places.”
At the barely granted permission, Kyungoh hugged Sangho’s body tightly and sighed. Though he could fully feel something bulging behind him, Sangho tried to ignore it.
They’d returned home around sunset, but outside had now become completely dark. The apartment living room had grown dark enough that only silhouettes were visible. Because Kyungoh had been hugging and rubbing against Sangho’s body for over an hour, Sangho had no choice but to stay stuck to the sofa without even turning on the living room light. At first, he’d tensed up and stiffened his body like a log, but after realizing Kyungoh wasn’t doing anything particularly strange and was just fidgeting with his body, he just sprawled out on the sofa.
‘This is annoying. Really……’
Something hard brushed against his waist several times. It must hurt and tingle if he’s holding back this much. Kyungoh hugged him tightly from behind, buried his nose in his nape, and occasionally let out deep sighs as if it was hard to endure. Sangho worried he might whine more, but surprisingly, Kyungoh didn’t throw a tantrum and only caressed his body up to the permissible limit Sangho had set. The hand massaging in circles over his stomach skin was a bit burdensome, but since he’d touched him like this when he had an upset stomach before too, I guess I can let this much slide.
Still, staying completely naked like this was a bit much. Sangho shifted his body slightly and said quietly to Kyungoh,
“I want to put clothes on.”
“……”
Instead of answering, Kyungoh flexed his arm muscles and hugged Sangho tightly. When Sangho shifted his body a bit more, a deeply subdued low voice rang in his ear.
“Then just a moment.”
Kyungoh picked up one piece of Sangho’s clothing that was sprawled below and then slipped his hand between Sangho’s crotch. At the sudden action, Sangho startled and squirmed, and he heard a voice heavy with clenched teeth.
“Just a little…… I’ll just take this.”
“What? Take what?”
Kyungoh urgently rubbed the piece of clothing between his thighs. As the soft area under his testicles kept brushing against the fabric, Sangho drew in a sharp breath. After rubbing it like that several times, Kyungoh raised his hand again and rubbed the fabric against Sangho’s chest and armpits as well. Then he buried his nose in the slender nape again and took deep breaths, deeply inhaling the scent.
After that, Kyungoh finally pulled away from Sangho and stood up abruptly. He was holding the piece of clothing he’d taken earlier in his hand.
“Sleep well.”
Leaving those words, Kyungoh entered his room and closed the door. Sangho, who had been awkwardly sitting naked on the sofa, blinked in the darkness and quickly picked up the clothes that had fallen below. Putting on a short-sleeved shirt and holding shorts in his hand, Sangho suddenly realized something and looked at Kyungoh’s tightly closed door.
‘That bastard…… he took my underwear.’
“Fuck……”
He felt blood rushing to his face as his hands trembled. Still, Sangho didn’t have the courage to open Kyungoh’s door and confront him. Because after some time had passed, sounds like an animal whimpering faintly leaked out from Kyungoh’s room. The sound of flesh slapping wetly and thin fabric being rubbed occasionally reached the quiet living room. Sangho buried himself in the sofa with his face pale as a sheet, covering his ears tightly.
Sangho woke up when the late morning sunlight poured into the living room. He’d fallen asleep on the sofa at some unknown time, and a thin blanket was covering his body. With a half-asleep expression, Sangho squinted one eye and lifted his head to look at the clock—it was past 11 o’clock. It was a weekend where he’d slept in for the first time in a long while.
“……”
Sangho dropped his head back onto the sofa and scratched his hair with a furrowed brow. The house was strangely quiet, so it seemed Han Kyungoh had already gone out to exercise.
After lying there for a moment, Sangho sat up abruptly and stared at his phone before opening his message inbox. There was no contact from Wonha at all.
[Come to the community room when you wake up.]
Instead, there was only a single message from Han Kyungoh. When Kyungoh, who had been persistently clinging to him the night before, suddenly came to mind, Sangho buried his face in both hands and made an anguished sound.
“Ugh……”
He’s really unpredictable. Sometimes he seems scary, but in some ways he’s like a child. He doesn’t talk much and doesn’t show many facial expressions, so I don’t know what he’s thinking. The only time Han Kyungoh clearly shows emotions is like yesterday……
‘His face is really blatant when he wants to do it.’
His face somehow felt hot. At first he felt sorry, and then there was some sense of responsibility. But now…… he wasn’t sure.
Han Kyungoh seemed to feel strong sexual urges toward him. Well, I was his first…… And his rut cycle got messed up too. So he thought maybe Kyungoh was obsessed with him.
