Under the pouring stream of water, Seongyeom gasped for breath. Morning sunlight passing through the bathroom window settled on Seongyeom’s shoulders. The booth filled with steam swallowed even Seongyeom’s shadow. Beyond the hazy scenery, only panting breaths could be heard.
“Ngh… haa…”
Seongyeom looked down with a desperate face. No matter how much he moved his hand, he only felt a stiff sensation in his lower abdomen and nothing came out onto his palm. Already on his umpteenth failed attempt, Seongyeom made a tearful face and pressed against the glass booth.
“Ha, damn… why won’t it come out…!”
His body was boiling hot, and below was swollen from being rubbed so much. Beyond sensitive, his skin stung. Despite that, with his lower half showing no signs of subsiding, Seongyeom decided to use his last resort. He closed his eyes while gripping himself below.
“Haah…”
Letting out a heated breath, he slowly lifted his eyelids. His moistly wet eyelashes surveyed through the water mist. Then, as always, he appeared in his imagination.
“Did you call for me?”
As the familiar low voice echoed in his head, Seongyeom reached out his hand. A large hand grasping his pulled Seongyeom in. He gently embraced his waist.
“It’s been a while.”
The man who appeared naked just like Seongyeom drew an arc with his lips and spoke. As Seongyeom, held in the man’s arms under the pouring stream of water, raised his head, a man who closely resembled Siwon met his eyes.
“…Yeah.”
Before meeting Siwon, he was the one who appeared at Seongyeom’s bedside every night and stayed until he fell asleep. A man in his imagination made entirely of his own preferences. Seongyeom looked up at him with features resembling Siwon anew. He couldn’t believe such a person could actually exist.
And…
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
The sharp, upright eyes resembled Siwon’s, but this one smiled more. As Seongyeom carefully examined the man’s face, he smiled gently and pulled his waist more tightly.
“…Hng.”
Thanks to that, his swollen lower half was stimulated. Seongyeom awkwardly pushed the man away while biting his lip.
“You look like you’re struggling.”
As Seongyeom looked up at the man with a desperate face, he gazed back with eyes warmer than Siwon’s. The man gently wrapped his hand around the tip of Seongyeom’s lower half.
“Haah…”
Strength naturally entered his hand pressed against the wall. His nails scraped the rough marble surface, making an unpleasant sound. But Seongyeom, completely intoxicated by his imagination, focused on gripping the man’s forearm.
“Let’s see.”
The man turned Seongyeom around and pressed his firm body against him without any gaps. Then he began to strongly stroke his center with just the movement of his wrist.
“Ahh…”
At the feeling of his thumb gently rubbing the tip, Seongyeom bit his lower lip. He was burning with impatience. His legs kept curling inward. It felt like he couldn’t even stand properly without leaning.
“…Hng, ah…!”
He hastily pressed against the glass booth. Thinking that the man in his imagination resembled the President, his touch gradually became rougher too. Seongyeom hurriedly turned his head as if distressed.
The man really buried his face in Seongyeom’s nape just like Siwon would do, and strongly sucked on the heated skin. Feeling the hair on his head stand on end, Seongyeom let out a hot breath. His closed eyelids trembled finely.
“You look like you’re feeling good.”
“…Yeah. Like this, biting my nape, then passing the collarbone to my chest…”
Following the path Siwon’s lips would take, the fingertips stroking his body brushed his chest. His head tilted naturally. A tingling sensation was transmitted along his shoulder.
“Here?”
The man embraced his waist and released his arm. He asked while faithfully caressing his chest as Seongyeom requested.
“Ah…!”
It felt like his vision was turning white. Seongyeom threw his head back. A pleasure so intense it could erase even the man in his dreams came. Seongyeom trembled as if electrocuted.
***
“Daerim.”
Siwon entered the room while taking off his cap. He had left early in the morning for a schedule and had just returned. Siwon, about to leave the room, was not in his usual jet-black suit, but in a simple short-sleeved t-shirt and beige slacks. At Siwon’s unfamiliar outfit, Daerim blinked, unable to recognize him immediately.
“Where… did you go?”
“Hm? Ah, just for a bit…”
Teolbo, who followed behind Siwon with trailing words, was also dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans. Daerim’s eyes sank sharply at the sight of the coffee carrier in his hand. Some people were working their bones off every single day.
“Where’s Lee Seongyeom?”
Unbothered by Daerim’s reaction, Siwon, who entered the room, put down the jacket he was holding on the sofa and asked.
“…!”
Just then, a small cry of pleasure leaked from the bathroom. Siwon’s head turned toward the bedroom.
“Seongyeom-nim just…”
“That’s enough. Both of you get out.”
Daerim seemed not to have heard, but Teolbo shook his head while trying hard to hide his embarrassed face.
“What? But…”
“Aigoo. That’s enough, let’s go out.”
Teolbo pushed Daerim’s back and left the room.
“We’ll be waiting downstairs. Boss.”
Leaving only those words, Teolbo hurriedly closed the door and left. Siwon broke the silence in the room and walked toward the bedroom.
“How bold, Lee Seongyeom.”
Siwon muttered. When he closed the half-open bedroom door, the disheveled breathing sounds became even clearer. Deep inside the bathroom filled with steam, the heated moans mixing from beyond the thin wooden door were definitely Seongyeom’s. Siwon’s eyes that had sunk coldly soon became distorted, unable to hold back the laughter that leaked out. One corner of his mouth twisted upward.
Lee Seongyeom trembling in pleasure alone, deep in my space.
Days of training him under the pretext of washing him flashed through his mind. Had it been effective to design it so he’d become anxious when his gaze reached him, and heat would rise wherever his touch grazed?
“…Haah, ah…!”
Along with the friction sound sliding urgently, a moan mixed with despair was heard. Siwon leaned against the doorway for a moment to appreciate it.
“This, really…”
I’m happy.
Without his touch, unable to even obtain release, filling that narrow bathroom with heat with only thoughts of him—this obedient body couldn’t be more satisfying. Seongyeom’s voice scattering like fragments beyond the steam was the most ecstatic variation to Siwon.
“Just a little more… ahht… quickly…”
At the voice that seemed to call for him, Siwon threw off the ball cap he was wearing and walked into the bathroom where he couldn’t see even an inch ahead.
“…Ahht!”
Seongyeom seemed unaware that the bathroom door had opened. He persistently tormented his own chest while strongly stroking below. His lower abdomen tightened at the sensation that seemed about to burst any moment. In his impatience to be released quickly, he moved his hand while ignoring the fluid that had seeped out copiously, then at the critical moment, his hand slipped.
“Haaht, hwaahht!”
Simultaneously with his collapse, white fluid scattered. Seongyeom squinted one eye and looked down. This was his first time climaxing like this.
But it’s still not enough…
Thinking that the President is touching me makes it feel even more tantalizing…
Though he’d managed to release once, Seongyeom couldn’t help feeling regretful. Without realizing it, he gently rubbed his buttocks against the floor. After savoring the afterglow for a moment, Seongyeom smacked his lips in disappointment at his slowly subsiding lower half.
“I should wash up quickly and go out.”
He wiped the misty mirror and tried to wipe his body once more. As Seongyeom, squeezing body wash onto a shower towel and raising his head, froze in place. A silhouette was reflected on the glass booth in front of him. Siwon’s gaze was fixed over Seongyeom’s shoulder. Siwon’s eyes curved as they quickly scanned Seongyeom’s wet body.
“Huk! P-President?!”
Siwon leisurely waved his hand, then unhesitatingly flung open the closed booth door wide.
“I came because I was worried about what sounds were being made… and you were having fun alone.”
Siwon willingly squeezed his body into the narrow booth. Seongyeom forgot what he had just been doing and couldn’t take his eyes off Siwon’s outfit.
The President in casual clothes, not indoor wear or a suit. How rare!
However, that thought didn’t last long. As two adult men entered, the shower booth became packed. Seongyeom stepped back and pressed tightly against the glass wall.
“Uwah, it’s too cramped! Uwah, President…! Wait, wait just a moment!”
“What were you doing alone? You should have called for help.”
Siwon’s knee instantly dug deeply between Seongyeom’s legs. After pushing in all the way to his thigh and cornering him, he smiled wickedly.
His body has already healed, yet he was secretly doing something naughty without me knowing.
Siwon didn’t mind his clothes and hair getting quickly soaked and pressed his head close to Seongyeom’s ear.
“Do it again.”
“Wh-what?!”
“What you just did.”
Because he spoke in a whisper, Seongyeom got goosebumps all over. Hunching one shoulder, he barely managed to look up at Siwon. He was at a distance close enough to kiss immediately, wearing a leisurely smile. But right now, forget kissing or anything—the embarrassment was greater.
What if he was watching from the beginning! How embarrassing!
Seongyeom pushed Siwon’s wet chest with a face about to burst. However, because of the body heat and firm muscles transmitted through the wet t-shirt, only his palms grew hotter. Siwon showed no sign of being pushed back at all.
“I have to prepare meals for the hyungs, so move aside! Please!”
“Hey…”
When he shook hard back and forth, Siwon staggered and stepped back. Seongyeom didn’t miss that opening and thrust out his left shoulder to escape from Siwon’s embrace. A freshly healed wound was positioned largely on Seongyeom’s shoulder. It was a large scar unsuited to his small body.
