“Ho——”
Ah. He snapped his mouth shut just in time. Calling out honey had become such a deeply ingrained habit. He’d nearly given it away, but thankfully his senses caught up before the word made it out.
“He——here.”
He made eye contact with his husband while shaking hands with a man he was meeting for the first time. It was nothing more than a handshake, yet his heart pounded like he’d committed a crime. Is this really okay. He almost twisted his hand free and pulled back — but that would probably look even stranger.
His husband had stopped in his tracks with an unreadable expression. Isn’t there any way to just run away right now. He was so nervous, in truth, that his husband’s face wasn’t even registering properly.
“You must be the other reservation. Ha ha, right? The one-day class……”
Yigyeol murmured in an awkward voice. Having narrowly scraped through the crisis with that improvised line, the handshake dissolved naturally on its own at last.
The man merely looked down at Yigyeol with a composed face, as though he’d never been the one holding on in the first place. A shrewd gaze. Feeling toyed with, Yigyeol furrowed his brow slightly and stepped back. Just then, his husband moved his feet again and came closer.
“Hello. I’m afraid I’m a little late.”
The sight of him was like an actor stepping into the beam of a pin spotlight on a scripted stage. As if marking the opening beat of a performance.
He didn’t have the nerve to just stand there brazenly. Yigyeol turned his back on both of them entirely, pretending to straighten his sleeve or some such thing. And this is how I start.
Is my husband bewildered right now, or beside himself with excitement? Either way, not a trace of it showed.
“I left on time, but traffic was unfortunately bad. I hope I haven’t caused any inconvenience.”
“Not at all. I was in the middle of a conversation with the other guest.”
“Ah, right — I made the reservation under Seok Wonho.”
“Confirmed.”
The two of them talked, leaving Yigyeol off to the side. Someone seemed to glance over, but he ignored it.
“Well then, since both of our reserved guests are here now, shall we head inside?”
“We’re going further inside?”
“Yes. I got a little greedy with the workbenches and they take up a lot of space. Actually, the layout was one of the reasons I signed the lease on this place to begin with. I’d wanted somewhere with the front and back separated like this from the start.”
“That’s nice. You’d be able to focus on one thing at a time when you need to.”
The exchange was unhurried. Juhwan turned out to be more at ease with people than he looked. Casually showing off the workshop’s strengths — there was something almost sly about the way he did it.
Yet Yigyeol picked up on a subtle incongruence. He seemed similar to before, but also like a different person somehow. The Juhwan who addressed his husband was businesslike. It felt like manufactured warmth worn like armor. Come to think of it, he hadn’t been particularly warm toward Yigyeol earlier, either.
I’m probably just too on edge. Yigyeol shook the thought off.
“Then let’s head in and get started with today’s class. Oh, actually——”
Another glance. Reluctantly turning to look, it was Juhwan. Had he been the one glancing earlier too?
“Before that — would the two of you like to introduce yourselves to each other?”
“……”
“That alright with you? Kim Yigyeol.”
Yigyeol instinctively looked to his husband first. But his husband was standing there with the completely uninhibited manner of someone meeting a total stranger for the very first time.
“Of course.”
I’m the only clumsy one here. The realization hit Yigyeol freshly, and he swallowed a sigh. He decided to set aside his personal feelings and join in on the act.
This is a birthday gift. Having come this far, he couldn’t ruin it now. Doing his best to look as natural as possible, he stood in front of the husband he loved.
“This is Kim Yigyeol.”
Juhwan laid a light hand on Yigyeol’s shoulder. The spot he touched gave an involuntary flinch. Watching that, his husband greeted him without batting an eye.
“Pleased to meet you.”
“Kim Yigyeol, this is Seok Wonho.”
“……Yes.”
What an absurd situation this is. His insides twisted with a suffocating pressure. Something felt like it was about to burst right out of his mouth. Forcing it back down, Yigyeol barely managed to add,
“It’s a…… pleasure to meet you.”
* * *
Thank goodness there had been people in the elevator. If it had been empty, his legs might have given out completely by now and he’d be crawling on the floor like a wreck.
“Haah, ho—— honey.”
He was pinned the moment the front door shut. He nearly smashed his face into the door, but his husband didn’t even register that. The real Seok Wonho would have stopped immediately and asked if he was hurt — but right now he was no different from a stranger. He had lost all reason.
“Ah— slow down……. Your birthday isn’t that far off, ah!”
“Shut up. I’ve been patient enough.”
His entire body was dragged and shoved straight into the nearest wall. A cock hard enough to tear through the fabric pressed aggressively between his cheeks.
He still had his shoes on. The most familiar space in the world felt anything but comfortable. Amid the rush of fear and the heat he couldn’t make sense of, Yigyeol gathered one last thread of coherence and whimpered,
“The cake—— hng…… I got one for you, at least look at it, mmnh, ah——!”
Without any foreplay, he was shoved into directly. The pants he’d carefully chosen for today and the underwear he’d deliberated over were both yanked down to the floor at once, trampled and crushed under his husband’s dress shoes.
There was no room to find a comfortable position. Standing almost completely upright facing the wall, Yigyeol had no choice but to take the penetration — violent as it was. A hand with no consideration for him spread his cheeks wide apart.
“Fucking hell…… figures. What cake, when you’re dripping like a slut.”
“Hk— ahng.”
“Huu.”
His husband, pressed flush against him from behind, drove his fully erect cock in to the hilt — and then held it there, exhaling roughly for a moment.
He was trying to rein himself in, too wound up to move. Yigyeol hurriedly swallowed the saliva threatening to spill out. And truly, on the way home, his husband had looked like he could snap at any second. The feeling of walking beside a bomb on the verge of going off had been more thrilling than anything he could compare it to.
You don’t have to hold back.
From the moment he’d shaken hands with that man at the leather workshop. From the moment they’d exchanged a few words. No — honestly, from the moment they’d booked the class in anticipation of today…… His lower body had been running hot the whole time, the slick building up inside as the entrance clenched in on itself, swollen with anticipation.
“Haah…… mmnh, ah, ah ah……”
Inside the stretched opening, his husband swelled even more. The hard head parted the yielding flesh and drove deep, plunging into soft, deeper places.
“Ah— what do I do. It’s too big…… mm, honey……”
The sensation of being filled so completely it felt like the shape would show through the skin of his belly brought a strange mix of fear and arousal. His vision flickered with dizziness. Hot breaths kept escaping and all manner of images tangled and swirled through his head.
Yigyeol couldn’t take it and twisted his hips restlessly. At that, his husband — who had just barely been keeping a grip on himself — exhaled sharply and drove his hips up with brutal force. Ahng——! It was a thrust strong enough to nearly knock him off balance. A warm, wet heat spread through him from the inside. He had come from penetration alone.
“Haah…… stand up straight and take it. Don’t go showing off how picky you are about whose cock you take.”
“Mm, ah…… no, I’m not, ngh……”
“Legs giving out? After how eagerly you were pressed up against that workbench earlier.”
“That’s not— don’t say that…… hng! ahng, mm, mmnh.”
As he always had, his husband laid sins at Yigyeol’s door that he hadn’t committed, and fucked the lewd, depraved version of him that lived only in fantasy. Every sensation in his body was concentrated at that opening. Each time Wonho stopped holding back and drove into him without mercy, Yigyeol’s chin and knees slammed against the wall beside the entryway. His stiffened cock was crushed almost painfully against it — and it felt unbearably, desperately good.
The inner walls, slicked with his husband’s come, clenched tight and hot. Faced with that violence, Yigyeol chose surrender over resistance. He tilted his head, rested his flushed cheek against the wall, and closed his eyes. An intense rush of pleasure — strong enough to cancel out every other ache — swept through him like a reward.
“Ah— I’m sorry, haah, there— there feels good…… ahng.”
The path his husband fit into so perfectly was drenched, slick pooling in every fold. Even as he gripped that cock and took it whole, he begged forgiveness on instinct. Eventually Yigyeol rose up onto the tips of his toes and began moving his own hips.
“Haah, mm! mmnh……”
