CI 3.9

“Let me see your hand.”

While Son Yeo-il was just nervously swallowing, Won Hee-yeon suddenly said that and reached out toward Son Yeo-il. Having been secretly eyeing him with lustful eyes, Son Yeo-il was caught off guard.

“I-I wasn’t staring because I wanted to touch your chest!”

The startled cry echoed throughout the bathroom. Won Hee-yeon, whose face was already full of smiles, chuckled out loud and replied.

“Sheesh, I wasn’t even thinking of giving you rice cake, but you’re already drinking kimchi soup? Don’t worry about it, I won’t eat you up, just give me your hand. I want to give you a massage. Acupressure, you know.”

Ah, acupressure. With his face as red as kimchi soup, Son Yeo-il entrusted his hand to Won Hee-yeon. Won Hee-yeon traced Son Yeo-il’s palm with his strong fingers and then firmly pressed the web between his thumb and index finger.

“Ah!”

“Oh my. Someone who’s going to do big things should be able to endure this much.”

Son Yeo-il, who had never dreamed that Won Hee-yeon would hurt him, screamed in surprise, but Won Hee-yeon ignored it and continued to knead the same spot firmly.

At first, he wondered what on earth this was all about, but after a few more kneadings, his insides felt completely relaxed and his stiff body seemed to be energized. Son Yeo-il, impressed by the power of folk remedies, let Won Hee-yeon work on his other hand as well.

“Let me see your foot too.”

Feeling much better, Son Yeo-il lifted his foot without any suspicion, expecting another excellent massage. Won Hee-yeon quickly extended his hand, supporting the bottom of Son Yeo-il’s heel with one hand while gently stroking the top of his foot with the other.

“My, my, it’s soft and pretty like a baby’s foot.”

As he said this while caressing it gently, something felt strange. At first, Son Yeo-il thought it was just slippery because of the soap bubbles, but seeing that it still tickled even after most of the soap had washed away, there seemed to be an issue with the way he was touching.

Son Yeo-il tried to endure it somehow, afraid he might be having improper thoughts again. But it wasn’t just his imagination—the vibe inside the bathroom was definitely heating up. Won Hee-yeon’s breathing also became subtly rougher.

Eventually, he tilted his head and tried to bring his face toward Son Yeo-il’s foot that he had been fondling. Unable to bear it any longer, Son Yeo-il carefully asked.

“Um…is this really acupressure?”

At that question, Won Hee-yeon made an “Eeh?” sound and brought Son Yeo-il’s toes right in front of his lips.

“What are you talking about? I never said I was going to do acupressure on your feet.”

Saying that, Won Hee-yeon took Son Yeo-il’s toes into his mouth with a “whaang” sound. Only then did Son Yeo-il realize his mistake. Come to think of it, on the day they went to the valley restaurant, Won Hee-yeon had personally removed Son Yeo-il’s socks and asked if he could suck on his toes. It was like putting fish in front of a cat, or fetish in front of a pervert.

“Ah, w-what are you d-doing, heee…”

He wanted to say, “What are you doing?!” but the end of his words stretched out like a moan. It was embarrassing how even a small moan echoed loudly in the bathroom, but there was no way to resist that crazy man who had put his toes in his mouth and was swirling his tongue around them as if they were candy.

It was insanely ticklish, but with one foot captured, he couldn’t resist. Struggling only made Son Yeo-il’s body twist back and forth.

“Hng, ungh!”

As Son Yeo-il’s upper body shook violently, Won Hee-yeon stretched out one leg and placed it next to Son Yeo-il’s body. Just as Son Yeo-il thought he was supporting him so he wouldn’t fall over and leaned against it, Won Hee-yeon used his toes to fiddle with the side of Son Yeo-il’s buttocks.

Not content with just kissing someone else’s foot and continuously kneading the ankle and calf, Won Hee-yeon seemed to want to be even more mischievous. His body kept flinching at the movement of poking the side of his buttocks and trying to dig underneath.

“Ah, Won Hee-yeon, just wait a moment.”

“Why, what’s the matter?”

Won Hee-yeon had a shameless face as if wondering what the problem was. Not knowing where to begin pointing out issues, Son Yeo-il just made groaning sounds.

“T-This is, um, ungh…”

“Ah, you don’t like this side? Alright, phew, I guess this side would be better?”

Won Hee-yeon lifted one of Son Yeo-il’s legs that he was holding even higher. The moment Son Yeo-il staggered and braced his hand against the bathtub wall, Won Hee-yeon stealthily moved the foot he had placed beside Son Yeo-il’s body sideways and brought it between his legs.

Son Yeo-il’s lower body was raised up and half-spread toward Won Hee-yeon. Won Hee-yeon explored the groin with his toes, then began to gently rub and press down.

Though everything was covered in white foam and nothing was visible, just by the way Son Yeo-il flinched and then bit his lip firmly, Won Hee-yeon seemed to know exactly where he was touching.

“Hmm…”

The sensation of gently pressing from the scrotum to the base of the shaft made his lower body feel tense. As soon as Won Hee-yeon moved his foot, Son Yeo-il’s member also rose vigorously. Perhaps it had been preparing to rise on its own even before he touched it.

Every time Son Yeo-il moved his body, the water’s surface rippled, collapsing the edges of the foam. The splashing water sounds, the white rising steam, and even the subtle rose fragrance were all so dizzying that he didn’t know where to direct his attention.

“F-Foot, stop, don’t, hnngh!”

Though it wasn’t that he really disliked it, Son Yeo-il complained needlessly as if his mouth was going dry. Won Hee-yeon paid no attention and slid his toes up along the tendon behind the shaft.

In that moment when pleasure surged up, Son Yeo-il tried to arch his back but, afraid of falling, curled his body instead. Without realizing it, he reached out with both hands and grabbed Won Hee-yeon’s shoulders.

Won Hee-yeon never missed the moment when Son Yeo-il came closer to him. His eyes flashed with a strange delight, and smoothly, he put down Son Yeo-il’s foot and reached out to grab his waist. Son Yeo-il’s body was lifted lightly and seated on his knees.

“Haa, ha…”

Their legs and shafts became entangled. Son Yeo-il’s was naturally rigid after enduring the foot play, and Won Hee-yeon was also erect, perhaps having become excited while sucking on Son Yeo-il’s toes.

Sensitive skin collided softly in the hot water. That alone made his lower part throb, but instinct, knowing no shame, screamed for more intense friction.

Won Hee-yeon put his forehead against Son Yeo-il’s and gazed intently into his eyes. Something sticky and hot was coiled in his pupils. From a distance close enough for their noses to touch, he whispered.

“If you don’t like feet, where should we do it? Hmm?”

The sensation of their breaths intertwining was so thrilling that various imaginings were inevitable. Where would be good? Which part should he mention first? In truth, Son Yeo-il wanted to touch every part of Won Hee-yeon.

As he moved his lips to consider his answer, Son Yeo-il ended up covering Won Hee-yeon’s lips with his own. As if he had been waiting for it all along, Won Hee-yeon’s tongue tip pushed into Son Yeo-il.

“Mmph, hmm.”

Perhaps because he had waited with a fevered body for a week. Won Hee-yeon licked deep inside his mouth, almost digging into his throat. Son Yeo-il too, like someone who had been thirsty, eagerly sucked on Won Hee-yeon’s tongue.

It was such a deep kiss that it was impossible to tell who was being more salacious. As the two mindlessly mixed their saliva, the sound of membranes rubbing against each other spread into the humid air.

Every time they moved their bodies to lock their lips more deeply, their pressed lower bodies lightly rubbed against each other. Their upper bodies, moistened by water and foam, repeatedly touched and separated. The sensation of water and foam sliding along their skin was sensual.

Their breathing, already short due to the steam, quickly became more rapid. As if that wasn’t dizzying enough, Won Hee-yeon’s hands on Son Yeo-il’s waist began to move stealthily. Hot, wet hands tickled his sides and caressed his spine.

“Ah, hnngh.”

Perhaps because he was already aroused to the point of being inflamed, even though the touching wasn’t particularly intense, his body quickly shivered. Feeling as if his head was floating, he tried to grip Won Hee-yeon’s shoulders more tightly, but even that was slippery.

As Son Yeo-il struggled in confusion, Won Hee-yeon separated their locked lips. Unaware that saliva they hadn’t swallowed was stretching like a thread, Son Yeo-il leaned his back against the bathtub rail and shuddered.

“Hmm, t-this, too. Hmm.”

What Son Yeo-il had meant to say was “this is too strange,” but Won Hee-yeon said something completely different. His lustful eyes were intently examining Son Yeo-il’s skin, which had turned pinkish and was dotted with foam here and there.

His mischievous fingers pressed Son Yeo-il’s nipples in various ways. The tingling sensation that rose along his skin made Son Yeo-il’s head even more dazed. Having felt too quickly, his body was starting to grow limp from the moisture.

Won Hee-yeon’s hand, which had been tormenting his nipples to his heart’s content, slipped into the foam. Won Hee-yeon was about to reach around the back of his pelvis to grab his buttocks, but at the next moment, seeing Son Yeo-il’s completely relaxed face, he hesitated.

“Ah, oh my. What am I doing now, after feeding my husband just one bowl of porridge? Come on, let’s wash up. You need to wash up, okay?”

After fondling him thoroughly, Won Hee-yeon suddenly seemed embarrassed, wiping the moisture from Son Yeo-il’s face and trying to maintain a wholesome expression. However, even while doing so, beneath the foam, his fierce shaft seemed to be twitching. Once again, his head and lower body were operating independently.

Honestly, Son Yeo-il’s physical condition wasn’t that good, having vomited everything he ate yesterday and only having had porridge today for recovery. It might be wise to quickly wash up, as Won Hee-yeon suggested. Before coming into the bathroom, he had even thought about going out with Won Hee-yeon after bathing.

However, Son Yeo-il found it difficult to readily nod in agreement. The air in the bathroom was still hot, and both their breaths seemed far from calming down. It was too disappointing to stop like this.

“Um, umm.”

He couldn’t figure out what to say to make his meaning clear. While Son Yeo-il was choosing his words, his hand moved first. Without realizing it, Son Yeo-il reached out and caressed the rose petal tattooed near Won Hee-yeon’s collarbone.

“I’m not in pain anymore.”

If he had been more skilled, he could have acted naturally in a moment like this, but Son Yeo-il’s tone was just stiff. Thinking this wasn’t seduction but merely a “recovery report,” Son Yeo-il tried to use what he considered explicit words.

“But it’s hard to breathe here because of the steam…Let’s head over to the bed.”

Won Hee-yeon’s chest muscles twitched under Son Yeo-il’s hand. Just as Son Yeo-il was becoming bewildered, wondering what he had said wrong, Won Hee-yeon pulled him tightly into his arms and stood up. Then he immediately tried to leave the bathtub and went toward the door.

Son Yeo-il, afraid of slipping, clung tightly to Won Hee-yeon’s shoulders. The tiles were covered with water and foam, clearly making it difficult for an ordinary person to walk alone.

But whether it was because Won Hee-yeon had exceptionally good core strength or a strong desire to get to the bed quickly, his steps were unwavering as he strode forward with an adult man clinging to his front.

“No, the foam. Let’s rinse off the foam first.”

Flustered, Son Yeo-il frantically waved his hands around. As if he wanted nothing more than to pin Son Yeo-il to the bed right away, Won Hee-yeon’s shoulder muscles twitched with dissatisfaction. After hesitating briefly, he changed direction and headed for the shower stall.

“Right. If there’s foam on us, it’d be hard to bite and suck all I want.”

He boldly announced his intention to bite and suck as much as he wanted once the foam was gone. When he pushed the lever, slightly cool water poured down from the ceiling shower. The two stood side by side under the water streaming down over their bodies.

Won Hee-yeon carefully caressed Yeo-il’s body. At first, his movements seemed focused on quickly washing away the foam, but for some reason, his hands moved more slowly as time passed.

Though he wanted to quickly get rid of the foam and roll around in bed, now that Son Yeo-il was standing before him all wet, it seemed difficult to suppress the desire to touch him.

Even with these vague, fumbling touches, Son Yeo-il’s feelings also wavered. He had thought the sticky sensation would disappear when the foam washed away outside the narrow bathtub, but the strange excitement remained.

It bothered him that Won Hee-yeon’s body, which had been half-hidden by foam, was now completely visible. The stiff column throbbing below his waist seemed angry, but the smooth lines from his well-sculpted abs to his iliac crest and his bursting thick, firm thighs looked no less fierce.

We should get to the bed soon.

Despite thinking this, Son Yeo-il quietly received Won Hee-yeon’s touches without urging him on. Even when Won Hee-yeon’s fingertips grazed seemingly insensitive areas like his shoulders or elbows, Son Yeo-il’s body flinched and his cheeks flushed.

The water, which had initially felt cold, no longer felt chilly. Even without steam, his breathing gradually quickened, making his chest feel tight. The soap had all washed away now, but neither of them could bring themselves to move.

Won Hee-yeon finally pressed firmly against Son Yeo-il’s chest, pushing him against the tile wall. The once cool tiles became lukewarm as soon as they touched Son Yeo-il. His legs trembled despite having no particular reason to be nervous.

Won Hee-yeon pushed his thigh between Son Yeo-il’s legs. Haaa. His exhaled breath tickled Son Yeo-il. Rubbing his nose tip against Son Yeo-il’s ear, he whispered softly.

“I can’t hold back. What should we do?”

Won Hee-yeon’s erect cock lightly touched Son Yeo-il’s lower abdomen. It was only a few hours ago that he had said with his own mouth that an erection would subside on its own if left alone, but now he was complaining as if he couldn’t control his urges.

Son Yeo-il didn’t mind this capricious behavior. He felt so wanted that it made him proud. Furthermore, because Won Hee-yeon had spoken it aloud, Son Yeo-il now clearly understood that this sensation of his chest fluttering and tightening was the feeling of “not being able to hold back.”

It didn’t matter where they were. Since neither Won Hee-yeon nor Son Yeo-il could hold back, there was no need to force themselves to wait. When Son Yeo-il reached out and touched the side of Won Hee-yeon’s pelvis, his sharp buttock muscles twitched significantly.

“Um, should I…do it with my hand?”