“Yeah. There’s this new place that opened up in the shops in front of our apartment. I noticed it on my way home earlier and it looked decent.”
It was a somewhat out-of-nowhere thing to bring up. The screen displayed the homepage of a one-man leather workshop, apparently run by a young entrepreneur. Checking the neatly laid-out map, it really was right in front of the apartment building where the two of them lived. It looked like it would take barely ten minutes on foot.
Yigyeol scrolled through the homepage content to show interest in what his husband had found. It wasn’t a large workshop, but it was put together quite nicely. Even to Yigyeol’s eye — sensitive as he was to aesthetics — it was clear that care had been put into the interior design throughout.
The term one-day class was unfamiliar, so he read the description: it seemed to be a single-session program where people could experience leathercraft as a light hobby. A note followed that it was a great date spot for couples, as well as being suitable for office workers, students, and homemakers alike.
Making a leather keyring. Making a card wallet. Making a passport case. Yigyeol read through the listings one by one before bursting out laughing.
“Since when were you interested in something like this? It looks like you’d have to do actual hand-stitching — and you’re all thumbs.”
Yigyeol knew perfectly well that his husband had no hobby like this either. A routine so steady it bordered on monotonous, going nowhere but home and the office. So he’d been wondering what had gotten into him, finding some new interest. Up until that moment.
“You’re right. I’m terrible with my hands.”
“Then why? Don’t tell me you’re planning to make me do it.”
“Can you scroll back up? All the way to the top.”
It was starting to get a little frustrating, but Yigyeol did as he was told again. Atelier G. That must have been the workshop’s name. The opening screen he’d returned to showed the shop’s name and location, an ongoing promotion, the types of classes available — and a photo of a man who appeared to be the owner, along with a brief introduction.
Owner. Ji Juhwan.
In the photo, he was bent at the waist cutting leather, dressed in a black T-shirt layered under a deep navy work apron. The profile of his face, caught at an angle, was the kind of look that — without the caption identifying him as the owner — you might mistake for a model or celebrity hired for online promotion.
“What do you think? Of the owner.”
“What do you……”
He’d been staring at the man’s photo for too long. Catching himself, Yigyeol trailed off without meaning to. Then, slowly, it clicked. What his husband meant by asking so point-blank, without any preamble or explanation.
He couldn’t be. But the realization had already landed.
“You’re the type who gets especially wet, you know.”
“……”
His husband, who had been carefully drying his hair with gentle hands, whispered unhurriedly.
“Young. Sharp-looking.”
Both of their gazes landed on the face on the screen at the same time.
“He’s got a good body too, by the looks of it.”
Then their eyes moved together to take in the silhouette of the shoulders and arms beneath the apron.
“……Honey, I——”
The intent of the question became unmistakable. After a brief hesitation, Yigyeol gently pushed his husband’s hand away. He quickly pressed the power button on the laptop and the screen went dark.
“I didn’t know that was what you were getting at.”
“You don’t dislike it, do you?”
Despite the look in his eyes, his husband grew anxious at the negative reaction and launched into a full-blown attempt to win Yigyeol over. When Yigyeol, who had been sitting on his lap, made to get up, Wonho caught him by the waist and pulled him back down so he couldn’t move. Left with no choice but to stay seated on top of his husband, Yigyeol worked hard to keep his gaze away, afraid his resolve might weaken.
“We can talk about this later. It’s too sudden.”
“Yigyeol, just hear me out. I’m not asking you to try anything more.”
“Yeah, so — later. Let me think about it a bit……”
“There’s nothing hard to think about. We’ll keep it our secret, just like we always have.”
A hand reached around from behind, sliding down along his waist before slipping beneath the gap in his shower robe. The bare thigh beneath was exposed where the robe had fallen open.
He hadn’t put on underwear, just in case things led to sex. And of all times, his husband had to bring this up.
This was a problem. When their bodies touched and their breath mingled, his will always crumbled…… He tried to pull away again, but there was no chance of that. Even with a decent amount of effort, his husband — who had clearly set his sights — didn’t budge an inch.
“Just two hours. All we have to do is pretend we don’t know each other.”
“Haah……”
A warm, large hand slowly stroked the soft inner flesh of his thigh. Skin that had soaked long in warm bathwater was moist and supple. Yigyeol let out a low moan at the sensation of hands warming him with careful, massaging touches against his skin.
“We’ll book the same class. Not as a married couple — as if we happened to run into each other there by chance.”
His body melted into a languid heaviness. Against the thigh he was sitting on, he felt something blunt beginning to press up. As if drawn in, Yigyeol turned his upper body and wrapped both arms around his husband’s neck.
“If you just think of it as picking up a hobby……”
“……Honey.”
“Mm?”
“Not that. There’s something more urgent.”
At the whispering, coaxing voice, Seok Wonho looked at Yigyeol as if entranced. He pressed their lips together in a hurry. A few light, closed-mouth pecks on the surface, as if soothing a child — then his tongue slipped between the soft lips and swept deep inside.
“Mmnh, hm, mm……”
They tangled together urgently enough that their noses bumped. His body kept listing further and further. His husband was a fundamentally gentle person, but when it came to kissing he tended toward roughness. Yigyeol liked that about him — and his husband knew it well. As if answering Yigyeol, who was gripping his neck tight and letting his full weight hang off of him, Wonho deliberately made a lewd, slick sound as he sucked on his tongue.
Chuu, chs. The wet sound of mixing saliva rang in his ears. The sash of the robe came undone easily and slid to the floor. It was a familiar sequence. His husband’s hand skimmed over the thigh where a rosy handprint had been left from just a few strokes, then traveled upward to roll the soft, delicate sac in his palm before moving on to rub the swollen shaft above it. His large hand closed over the pink, flushed head.
“You’re already wet like you’ve come. When did you get so worked up.”
“Mmnh…… ah, that’s good, more, right there……”
He knew exactly how to make Yigyeol come undone. Five years as a married couple — and if you counted the time they’d been together before that, an uncountable number of times his hands and mouth had explored every inch of him.
Gripping just beneath the head with a bit of pressure and shaking it quickly up and down, the breathless sounds Yigyeol made were swallowed straight into his mouth. He pinned down the hips rolling with arousal and tangled their tongues even more messily. When saliva that couldn’t be swallowed spilled down his chin, he followed it readily with his tongue.
“Haah — you want to bend over? Grab the desk.”
The impatient urgency — as if even walking to the bedroom was too much time to waste — made Yigyeol all the more pliant. He nodded obediently and climbed off his husband’s thigh to stand. Wonho pushed his chair back while still seated to give them more room. The back of his neck flushed hot with anticipation, and a warm breath escaped his lips.
Yigyeol braced both hands on the walnut-colored desk and slowly bent forward. As the hem of the loosened robe gradually lifted, the cleft between his cheeks was bared toward his husband’s face.
“You’re soaked back here too.”
The hole was already so slick with wetness it glistened at the surface. Wonho pressed Yigyeol’s thighs together and drew them in with one arm, while simultaneously pushing the robe up over his back. Pale skin — almost translucently fair — was laid bare.
“If I’d been even a little later, you’d have left a wet stain all over the chair, wouldn’t you.”
“Haah……”
A good scent drifted off of him. Refined and yet overwhelmingly carnal desire radiated from him. When Wonho wet two fingers with saliva and scratched at the rim, the outer folds visibly twitched. He pressed his lips against it.
“Nhah — ah……!”
He blew a soft breath into the barely-parted opening, and the entrance fluttered open like a flower. He pressed the fingertips that had been rubbing the folds inward with force, driving them in. Fwp. The fingers sank in easily, all the way to the depths. He curled them once inside, pressing and grinding against the pleasurable spot, and at the same time circled his tongue and sucked — and Yigyeol let out a moan that sounded almost like he was about to cry.
“Ah— hngh, honey. Ahh, mm, yes!”
It was a hole that ran with so much slick. Even after only a few thrusts, it was dripping wet, making lewd, squelching sounds as fluid poured freely out. He lapped it all up without hesitation. Translucent liquid kept splashing across that gentlemanly face.
“Haah, ah— hng…… mmnh.”
Weakened eyelids fluttered. Then the two fingers moving in and out parted like a scissors opening, and his tongue pressed in even deeper through the gap between them. The small of his back arched wildly. As if it had happened by mistake, something suddenly gushed from behind.
Yigyeol couldn’t hold himself up any longer and his posture collapsed. The two thighs held in place couldn’t move a single inch. He didn’t mind that. If anything, he wanted to be held down even tighter — pushed until it was almost too much to bear.
