However, the sound of footsteps following from behind was consistent. Sometimes overlapping with Seonwoo’s footsteps, sometimes following a bit behind off-beat.
The walk that started with Seonwoo’s spontaneous suggestion continued for a long time. Seonwoo rambled on in monologue until he felt relieved inside. Only after morning had fully broken did he stop along with his footsteps. Seonwoo stood in place and looked up at the sky. He could see the moon remaining faintly.
It was so faint it looked like a stain spread across the blue sky. Seonwoo kept staring at that spot until it was obscured by slowly approaching clouds. Only after it was completely hidden did he think he should go back.
As he turned around, Taejeong was still standing behind him. He had simply kept his position without rushing Seonwoo, who had been blankly staring at the sky for quite a while.
Perhaps because it was completely morning now, the brace wrapped around his arm was particularly visible. The direction the bandage was wound inside it, how the sunlight seeped into it, even the contours of the arm—everything was excessively clear.
That day was the first and last. The two of them never again took a walk breathing the outside air at that house.
Seonwoo spent his days the same as before. When morning came, he went to the hospital, and when night came, he returned home. When it was unclear whether it was night or dawn, he stayed in Taejeong’s room, like now.
The bed springs creaked. Seonwoo, who had lifted the blanket, placed one knee on the bed. Though it was so dark he couldn’t see anything, Seonwoo familiarly stuck his head in first.
Once inside the blanket, he could smell the body scent he had grown accustomed to. Seonwoo, who had already pushed his entire upper body in, groped along the bed and stealthily approached.
After groping a few times, he touched something heavy. Seonwoo grabbed what might be Taejeong’s stomach or side and crawled forward on his knees. Then he overlapped his body as if collapsing onto the firm chest.
He buried his face like diving into a large teddy bear and took a deep breath. At some point, when Seonwoo came to Taejeong after returning home, he would first take in his smell.
When at the hospital, he had to smell disinfectant to the point of being sick of it. When staying for days on end, his nose seemed to go numb and he didn’t notice it, but when back at home, the sharp disinfectant smell still seemed to linger around his nose.
But when he entered Taejeong’s room, that smell seemed to completely fly away. At first he would just unconsciously press his body close, but when he intentionally started smelling him, Taejeong was, as expected, horrified.
Not content with sucking dick, he’d even touch someone else’s, and now he made a fuss about getting goosebumps from just being smelled. When Seonwoo, who had been listening quietly, snapped back that he was better than someone who steals other people’s toothbrushes, after that Taejeong would quietly offer his chest or nape like now.
On top of that, perhaps conscious of the act of being smelled, he would deliberately shower before Seonwoo came. So when the interval between Taejeong’s shower time and Seonwoo’s return time wasn’t much, like now, it would be full of only body wash scent.
Seonwoo, who had finally found an appropriate spot and laid down, frowned.
“Don’t wash before I come.”
Seonwoo said in a blunt voice and lifted his head. Then he groped upward using Taejeong’s upper body as a foothold. The bulging blanket wriggled.
Seonwoo, who had climbed up Taejeong’s body, buried his face in his nape and breathed deeply. As the ticklish breath touched his skin, Taejeong flinched.
“Now you’re bitching about washing too. Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”
But he deliberately steadied his voice to seem unbothered. There was one thing Seonwoo had learned while overlapping bodies with Taejeong every night. When they shared warmth under the blanket in the dark room, they couldn’t see each other’s faces properly. Perhaps because of that, Taejeong would pretend to have composure he didn’t have.
“All I can smell is body wash.”
“Then what smell should come from a person’s body?”
“Your body smell.”
“Hey, what the…… Ah, fuck……”
But even without Seonwoo intending it, he was quickly exposed. Taejeong suddenly jerked his body here and there, then finally muttered curses while leaning his face against Seonwoo.
Seonwoo reached down with his hand, half-expecting it. He groped Taejeong’s body as he grabbed it. Sure enough, the upper part of his right thigh was bulging.
“What have we even done for you to be hard already?”
“……Fuck……”
“I’m not doing it yet.”
Today his body and mind were particularly tired. He had only sat in the hospital room as usual, yet he felt this way for no reason. So was it a desire for compensation? He still wanted to smell Taejeong’s scent a little more. Because once the act ended, he would fall asleep immediately.
“Where does that exist? Hurry up and do it, then get the fuck out to your room.”
Taejeong got unnecessarily sharp to hide his embarrassment. The two bickered under the blanket.
“Ah.”
Then Seonwoo bumped his head against the headboard with a thud. It didn’t particularly hurt but the sound was unusually loud.
“What are you doing?”
Taejeong immediately sat up. Seonwoo’s body, which had been on top of him, was also raised along with it. Taejeong groped near the headboard and turned on the night light.
When the soft lighting came on, the surroundings became brightly illuminated. Seonwoo slid down and was seated on the bed as if flowing down. Taejeong groped through his hair as if checking the part that bumped.
“Can’t you turn off the light?”
Regardless, Seonwoo looked at the night light with displeasure. He was used to always doing it with the lights off. Then Taejeong reached behind Seonwoo’s back.
“……We’re going to cover it with the blanket anyway.”
His vision suddenly darkened. The thick blanket poured over their heads. The soft fabric isolated the two from the outside.
But it couldn’t perfectly block the light. A bit of light seeped through the blanket, making Taejeong’s face faintly visible. It was blurry enough to see only if looking directly at it. Perhaps because of the visual effect, Seonwoo felt Taejeong in front of his eyes seemed unreal. So it felt exactly like dreaming.
“……”
Seonwoo silently lowered his gaze. Dense eyelashes were visible. Taejeong fixed his gaze there. It was a scene he couldn’t have seen if he hadn’t turned on the night light.
Meanwhile, Seonwoo pulled Taejeong’s hand. Not even the whole hand, just touching the tips of two fingers. Nevertheless, Taejeong immediately understood the meaning. He right away stuck his hand inside Seonwoo’s clothes.
“You keep asking me to touch your stomach, like a fucking pervert……”
From the day they started the act on the sofa, Seonwoo continued to request him to touch his stomach every time they overlapped bodies. Whether it was before his body heated up or when reaching ejaculation, Seonwoo liked having Taejeong’s hand touching his stomach. Especially like now, when he gently tickled his lower abdomen with his fingernails, he liked it enough to make his body tremble.
“You know you get hard now just from me touching your stomach? Huh? You saying no?”
He hadn’t even touched much, yet the center he hadn’t laid hands on was bulging. Seonwoo wasn’t in a position to talk about others either. But Taejeong also got excited seeing Seonwoo’s reaction.
“Ungh……”
The hand that had been groping his stomach went down. As the thick hand burrowed inside his underwear, Seonwoo made a groaning sound. As arousal gradually rose, he leaned against Taejeong right in front of him.
At first, his body showed no movement even while holding Taejeong’s penis in his mouth, but now it got erect from just a little stomach touching. It was the result of sucking and licking under the same blanket every day.
Already squelching sounds came from inside his underwear. The penis caught in Taejeong’s hand was dribbling out precum. After shaking it up and down a few times, Seonwoo quickly ejaculated.
It was almost as watery as water. It didn’t have the characteristic fishy smell of semen either. When this kind of semen was first discharged, both Seonwoo and Taejeong thought the other had made a mistake.
Turned out it was watery semen and the cause was excessively frequent ejaculation, but not a single person suggested stopping the act.
Taejeong, who stuck only his hand outside the blanket, brought tissues and wiped. At some point, tissues were always prepared around Taejeong’s bed.
While briefly spaced out, the cleanup was all finished. Seonwoo, who came to his senses, laid down between Taejeong’s legs. With his face close to the crotch, he pulled down the pants. Without needing to take it out with his hand, the rigidly erect penis popped out on its own. He wasn’t even surprised anymore. Familiarly grabbing the shaft, he flicked his tongue. Seonwoo licked until the glans was moist.
