After hesitating briefly, Eunha cleanly removed his hand. He thought the comfort he was giving because his own heart felt bad might be perceived as deception by Yeonjun.
“…You’re right. Sorry. I won’t do it.”
Having lowered his arms, he stayed quietly silent in Yeonjun’s embrace. Because it seemed he still had no intention of letting go. He stared vacantly at somewhere in the air.
How long had they been like that? Yeonjun suddenly spoke in a choked voice.
“…I think I misspoke.”
“…Hm?”
“Touch me. Again.”
While saying that, he gripped his wrist and smoothly pulled it. Eunha, who understood a beat late, stopped breathing for a moment, then burst out laughing as if his lungs were being squeezed, and raised his hand again. Don’t laugh, even while grumbling in a sulky voice and petulantly hugging his waist tighter, he rustled through and stroked Yeonjun’s fine-textured hair. He also patted his back. He did that for a long time. Until Yeonjun could somewhat calm his sorrowful feelings.
Peaceful time flowed, and at some point Yeonjun readjusted his hold on Eunha. While doing so, with a deep sigh, he completely buried his face in his shoulder. As if he’d become a bit embarrassed about showing tears.
“Have you calmed down a bit?”
Yeonjun nodded wordlessly. That felt especially gentle, so Eunha, who smiled slightly, slowly patted Yeonjun’s back as he burrowed deeply into his embrace.
After thinking carefully, he opened his mouth.
“…What if. -Ah. Just listen as a hypothetical. Yeonjun-ah.”
“Yes.”
“What if we dated.”
“……”
Yeonjun didn’t answer. Even after waiting a bit, there was no reaction at all, so when he pulled back his body slightly to check, he could see eyes still hazy with intoxication getting slightly excited. Eunha quirked the corner of his mouth and pressed in a stern voice.
“Just listen as a hypothetical.”
“…Yes.”
“…You say it’s good like this now. I’ll be thirty in two years. You’ll be twenty-two then.”
Eunha calmly brought up realistic talk. Even now the age difference was large, but since they were both in their twenties, somehow they could be considered on similar ground. But who knows what would happen in just a few years. He’d be entering his thirties while Yeonjun would only be twenty-two…
“What’s wrong with that?”
“You’d be at a great age.”
“…Thirty doesn’t seem like a particularly bad age either.”
“The twenty-two-year-old next to it looks a bit bad though.”
“…I don’t really know…”
“…When you turn thirty, I’ll be thirty-eight. And if just two more years pass from there, when you’re thirty-two I’ll be forty.”
Thirty-two and forty… That really did seem a bit bad. Right. Now he was still fresh-faced and Eunha was still considered young too, but as time flowed, what they’d feel would be very different.
No matter how he thought about it, you’d still be at a loss. That breaking up would eventually be our course. So really, there’s no need to pour your heart out like this. I’m absolutely not someone worthy of you doing this for… That was roughly the kind of serious talk he was trying to have.
“……”
Eunha froze solid for a moment. Because beneath his thigh placed on top of Yeonjun’s thigh, he felt an unmistakably foreign sensation.
He was wearing long cotton training pants today. Eunha had also hurriedly grabbed clothes and gone out, so the situation was similar. Through the thin cotton, his legs involuntarily stiffened at the subtle bulk transmitted along with heat. What is this…
Unable to move easily at the sudden reaction, when he gripped Yeonjun’s shoulder and pushed him back slightly, their gazes met and he rolled his eyes helplessly.
“…Don’t look at me like that.”
“How did I look at you?”
“Like looking at a pervert beyond imagination…”
“You’re right though. You really are right now.”
“I’m not.”
It’s not my fault… While murmuring and pulling Eunha close again, Yeonjun, who pressed his forehead against his shoulder, said:
“Hyung suddenly said something dirty…”
“What…”
Not knowing how he suddenly arrived at such a conclusion, his lips only moved, when Yeonjun burrowed deeper into his embrace and buried his face in his neck. His nose rubbed against his neck strangely. A deep sigh tickled against his skin.
“If… if we meet, doesn’t that mean you were thinking of meeting for at least 12 years?”
“……”
Does it become that? While he was flustered by the unexpected logic, Yeonjun murmured in a cracked voice.
“And, thirty-two and forty…”
While still burying his face in Eunha’s neck, he breathed slowly. Each time, the breath that settled completely on his skin brought a consistently ticklish sensation. Eunha, who had been hunching his shoulders, had to put strength rigidly throughout his whole body. Because the mass he was sitting on pressed down on his thigh even more, increasing in volume.
“If you suddenly talk like that, I…”
The texture and heat given by the almost completely erect penis was vivid. A clear sense of arousal was transmitted from the object pressing hard against his thigh. Solid strength entered the arms binding Eunha. As if trying to endure something else that way.
While feeling sexual tension, Eunha let out a jerking breath at the absurdity he couldn’t understand at all.
He couldn’t even dare to guess where in thirty-two and forty he’d received stimulation from.
What kind of kid is this…
“……”
Eunha, who had been blinking his eyes while slightly dumbfounded, soon came to his senses. Because the breath settling on his neck was all hot with heat. The topic they’d originally tried to discuss was nowhere to be found, it was just an atmosphere where anything seemed likely to happen.
Eunha knows well how easily it leads to sex once even a little gap opens. Especially between men.
Buried in sensations carved by experience, various hypotheticals sprouted. Situations like being pushed onto the sofa and having his pants stripped, or the picture of a man drunk on arousal who wouldn’t be pushed away even if pushed.
Looking at the situation below, it wouldn’t be strange if it happened right now. It was the moment he tried to calmly organize the situation without stimulating as much as possible.
Before pushing him away, Yeonjun first released Eunha from his embrace.
As the strength smoothly released, while puzzled he moved his legs to the side without hesitation. In the meantime, Yeonjun briefly rubbed his face with dry hands, then draped one arm over the outside of his thigh. As if trying to hide his lower body situation from Eunha.
Then he let out a long sigh that sounded labored. He rested his wrist on his forehead as if cooling his dizzy head.
“…Thank you for bringing me.”
“……”
“Thank you, hyung.”
It sounded like he meant that since the thankful action was finished, it was fine to leave now.
Please leave quickly. Eunha, who stood up from his seat without delay, hesitantly moved his steps.
“Then I’ll… get going.”
“Yeah…”
‘Yeah is informal speech.’
Eunha only thought it inside.
“…Get over your hangover well tomorrow.”
Yes… Yeonjun, who answered like a sigh, gave the rest of his greeting in a much clearer tone.
“Sleep well, hyung.”
Today too without fail, Eunha, who had been staring blankly at Yeonjun who didn’t forget to wish for his good sleep even while drunk, eventually turned awkwardly on his heel.
That was really a strange thing.
