Yigyeol ground his heated backside against his husband’s face. The loud, slick sounds of being lapped at seeped into his flesh. As the sensation of his perineum growing wet spread through him, his patience wore thinner and thinner.
With his face buried against the desk as though collapsed over it, he reached down and took hold of his own hard length. Touching himself while having his entrance sucked at wasn’t the least bit shameful when it was in front of his husband.
“Ah, good, it’s good. Mm! More, more……”
The stimulation front and back sent a thrill all the way to his toes. Sweat gathered on the soles of his feet from the tongue working through his inner flesh, and his knees kept threatening to give out from under him. Then his elbow caught on something. The mouse that had been sitting to his right.
The laptop screen that had gone dark blazed back to life in an instant. When he reflexively lifted his head, the photograph of the man he’d seen earlier came into his field of view.
Of all the moments.
Hh……
Of all the moments — in the middle of sex.
His husband still seemed unaware of what had happened, busy sucking and thrusting at him from behind. Yigyeol turned his gaze away belatedly, but the afterimage had already taken root in his mind.
In truth, his husband had been right.
In their everyday life, Yigyeol would often conjure up imaginary men in his mind to accommodate his husband’s preferences. Among the types he imagined, there were some that he fell into with a particular ease. In his husband’s crude phrasing — Yigyeol was a type that got wet easily.
He didn’t stop touching himself. Instead, he let the man in the photograph rise in his mind. And then he found that even if he’d tried to stop, he couldn’t.
He was attractive. It was hard to put into precise words, but he was a man clearly different from his husband with his gentle impression. An overwhelming and intense air about him — the kind that made you feel he would control you with practiced ease. The kind of person who seemed like he could handle anything however he pleased.
They say opposites attract, and maybe it’s true. Whenever Yigyeol imagined a type like that in his mind, his body would heat up beyond bearing.
How many times had he worked his length up and down?
“Ahh……! Mm! Hah, ahh.”
Spat — release shot into the air. It was a far quicker climax than usual, putting to shame the thought he’d had that the stimulation wasn’t enough.
“Ha, you came fast…… Looks like you really were in heat.”
Pulling his fingers free from the tightly clenched entrance, his husband pressed his lips to the round curve of his backside. The mess behind him was incomparably more soaked than it had been at the start. His sense of reality returned a beat late. What was I just…… imagining.
“Was it good?”
“……Ahh……”
The feeling of sinking into a swamp made his knees finally buckle. His husband caught him naturally and held him upright, and as he carefully wiped him clean with tissues and a towel, Yigyeol could only stand there in a daze. A clammy, cold sweat seeped from his cooling body.
He barely managed to reach out a hand and shut the laptop that had already gone dark. Clap. The sound of it closing seemed especially loud.
“……”
His husband didn’t seem to have noticed. Finished with the cleanup, he pulled the still-dazed Yigyeol into his arms and forced their eyes to meet.
“You know my birthday is next week, right?”
The motive behind him bringing up his birthday so suddenly was something Yigyeol could see through immediately.
“……Of course.”
“Can’t you think of it as a birthday gift?”
As expected, it seemed he wasn’t giving up. They were back to square one. Not knowing what to say, Yigyeol hesitated briefly, then pretended the afterglow of his release hadn’t quite faded yet and burrowed into his husband’s chest. Warm, solid arms folded around him.
“Darling……. Can’t we talk about it again tomorrow?”
“Now that I think about it, you were already hard before we even kissed.”
“……That’s your fault.”
“You got excited thinking about that man.”
Didn’t you, Yigyeol. The voice that worked its way persistently into his ear was sweet as honey. Instead of opening his mouth, Yigyeol pressed his trembling eyelids shut.
“Don’t think about trying to fool me. As if I wouldn’t know your own tastes.”
His husband was rather tenacious. Most of the time he accommodated everything, but there were moments like this when he asserted his desires — and today happened to be one of them. His attitude was unyielding, like a man who had resolved to get a definitive answer out of him today. Ah, what to do.
“Still…… it’s just so sudden.”
His uncertain voice sank inward, swallowed up.
“We won’t do anything else at all.”
“……”
“Whether a wallet or a keyring — you’ll simply spend the allotted time making that, and come home. Same for me.”
“Won’t it be dangerous? If it’s near the apartment…… we might run into him coming and going later……”
Yigyeol said it like a sigh, gathering the last of his rational mind. In truth he was already halfway there, but something about it still sat uneasily with him.
Why, though. If things were exactly as his husband said, there really wouldn’t be any problem at all. Why.
His husband quietly took hold of both his shoulders. Their eyes met. The amber light of the study fell across both their faces. His spouse, who lacked for nothing — his beloved husband — was looking at him.
“It’ll be fun. You’ll be excited too.”
The words rang out low and full of certainty. He swallowed, his throat dry. Yigyeol found himself looking away without meaning to.
“……Are you planning to do this every birthday?”
“Of course not.”
He clasped Yigyeol’s hands in his as if clinging to him. Yigyeol pressed down on his lower lip.
“If you try it this once and tell me you didn’t like it, I’ll never ask again.”
He’ll definitely be worked up beyond all reason. His husband would be a changed man the moment he stepped through the door. Making a mockery of the quiet, unassuming time he’d spent at the workshop pretending to be a gentlemanly office worker. Transformed, as though into a different person entirely.
He might pin me roughly against the wall from the entryway, tear my clothes apart as he takes me. Drive himself in hard enough to leave me a mess below, and even if I cry and refuse, keep going, keep going until I pass out……
“Hah……”
A troubled breath escaped his flushed lips. The pleasure right before him beckoned with a languid wave. Yigyeol thought for a moment. Maybe I’ve become addicted to that instant when my husband is so aroused he turns into something like a beast. Maybe that’s why I keep finding myself enduring even his most primal sexual urges.
“Give me an answer already. I’m going to die of suspense.”
The images floated through his mind. The curiosity that had already bloomed couldn’t be fully put out. Being told it was in place of a birthday gift made a flat-out refusal something too difficult for Yigyeol’s nature to manage. And above all — he loved his husband far too much. Fiercely, in a way that couldn’t be traded for anything in the world.
“……All right.”
In the end, he had no choice but to say yes. Nothing out of the ordinary will happen, he told himself quietly inside.
His husband embraced him deeply, overjoyed. And right away, he booked the one-day class for the two of them. Seok Wonho, and then Kim Yigyeol. He didn’t miss the detail of applying separately with a gap between them, so as not to appear to be a party together.
The date was next Friday — his husband’s birthday.
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Thirty minutes before the reservation time. A message came in from his husband.
[Sorry. Traffic is bad since it’s a Friday]
[Looks like I’ll be about 10 minutes late, so go on in ahead of me and say hello]
Yigyeol, who had finished getting ready early and had been waiting, got up the moment he checked the message.
His mind was restless. He gathered the things he needed and stopped by the kitchen. The fruit cake he had ordered in advance from the hotel bakery and picked up was sitting quietly in the refrigerator, still in its box.
