JL Ch5.3

“Yes, every day. Thinking about it makes me unable to lift my head. Even this was a compromise. I told myself not to overdo it because it would interfere with my studies, but the real reason was a desperate survival instinct, thinking I might die at this rate. Honestly, I wanted to reduce it to two or three times a week. But when Shin looked at me with hurt and forlorn eyes, as if I had suggested we break up, my resolve weakened.

‘Only until midnight.’

Instead, I set a time limit, and Shin adhered to it strictly. The problem was that as soon as I entered the house, my clothes were stripped off. Recently, we started showering together in the bathroom… I should stop. I shook my head to erase the lascivious thoughts that started creeping in. I never expected to worry about my stamina while living with him. I managed to handle the tough three-shift work, after all.

But to think my back would hurt and my whole body would ache like this. Lying together on a narrow bed was uncomfortable… Oh! The bed. I suddenly remembered what had been fleetingly on my mind for days. We needed to change the bed. The current bed was a single, but we were sleeping on it together. To be precise, Shin wouldn’t let me go.

Even without the tropical night, the body heat from sleeping together was making it quite hot, but he wouldn’t leave my side. Rather, I think I unconsciously moved to sleep on the floor because it was too hot and uncomfortable. When I woke up in the morning, Shin was still stuck to my back. He must have followed me to the floor. I realized this over the past week. Shin seemed to have a habit of sleeping while hugging something. Should I buy a bamboo wife along with the bed?

“Excuse me…”

A voice broke my thoughts, and I turned to look. A man, around my age, wearing glasses and looking quite ordinary, was standing nearby.

“Yes?”

When I asked what he wanted, the man, whose neck was flushed—possibly from the heat—swallowed nervously. Seeing him hesitate, I became wary. What is this? A cult? A multi-level marketer? As I widened the scope of my suspicions, I noticed that he seemed familiar from somewhere. Maybe because I had recently been thinking about reenlisting, he seemed vaguely connected to the military…

“Did you serve in the xx Division?”

As expected, he mentioned the unit where I served. When I paused, he asked excitedly.

“You are Sergeant Song Yeonwoo, right?”

He was right, but I had no memory of him, which made it strange that he knew my name so well. I vaguely recognized his face, but his name or any memories of meeting him didn’t come to mind. When I nodded in confirmation, he seemed relieved and started talking about the unit, indicating that we didn’t have much interaction. How did he remember me?

“Wow, meeting you here, the world really is small.”

Maybe not the world, but the library certainly felt small. This place had become a meeting spot, from my first love to my younger sibling’s friend, and now a military buddy. If I stayed another year, I might even see kindergarten classmates. Moreover, he seemed excited about this encounter despite us not being close. Did he perhaps pick up some money I had dropped in the past?

“I met Sergeant Jo not long ago. Well, he’s out of the service now, so no need for honorifics.”

He frowned and glanced at me before continuing.

“Have you heard about Jo Sungkyun?”

Jo Sungkyun? Not immediately recalling, I tilted my head, and he promptly said the name.

“Jo Sungkyun.”

Oh, that guy. When I slightly frowned, he, observing my reaction, brightened and started chattering.

“He was such a jerk despite being younger. Always lying and boasting, looking down on weak people… But now, he’s strutting around with a CEO business card. I saw him at Toos…”

He trailed off, glancing at me. What’s Toos? As I stared blankly, he cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject.

“Anyway, it seems his family’s business hit it big and they even opened a branch. I can’t believe such a guy succeeded. The world is so unfair.”

What’s so unfair about a business doing well and opening a branch? If the business is good, it is what it is. He seemed puzzled by my lack of agreement and asked curiously.

“Don’t you have any grudges against Jo Sungkyun?”

“Why would I?”

He blinked and looked around. There were still a few people left, but they were far enough away not to overhear. Confirming this, he asked quietly with a serious voice.

“Didn’t Sergeant Jo do something bad to you?”

When he mentioned something bad, something did come to mind, but it was just a minor annoyance. I shrugged.

“No, not really. He just cursed at me once…”

I responded casually but stopped short when I saw his wavering eyes. In that moment, I realized why he suddenly acted so familiar and wanted to bash Jo Sungkyun with me. Maybe he experienced something bad and felt a sense of camaraderie with me? It felt like I had accidentally stumbled upon a secret I shouldn’t know. Although I knew I shouldn’t show it, I was too shocked to do anything but stay silent. He noticed my reaction and hurriedly offered an excuse with a flushed face.

“Oh, I didn’t experience anything serious either. With Jo Sungkyun, it was just… nothing major, really. And you know how much he exaggerates? Nothing he says is trustworthy.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

I awkwardly replied, hiding my discomfort, and tried to leave. But his apology wasn’t over yet.

“Sorry, I just thought you were like me…”

“That’s correct.”

The words came out before I realized. I wondered why I revealed my orientation to a person I barely knew, but right now, calming my slightly racing heart was the priority. Thinking of my orientation naturally brought Shin to mind. I wasn’t scared at all about coming out because I was proud to have someone I loved, and that was Shin. But it was a strange feeling for me, so a belated shyness washed over.

“Well, take care of your business since you’re here.”

As I bowed and tried to leave, he grabbed my arm. Reflexively, I pulled away, and he hurriedly apologized.

“Oh, sorry. I was just surprised. I thought you’d deny it. Oh, I came here to study for a certification since it’s my day off. I work at an exhibition hall nearby. If you ever need it, I’ll give you an employee discount.”

He, with a beet-red neck, rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a business card. Was he really that hot? I thought, pausing as I took the card. Oh, right.

***

“I ran into someone I used to know from the military.”

Yeonwoo got into the car with a somewhat flushed face. Kim Shin tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Did another pest latch onto Yeonwoo? But pests could simply be crushed; it was Yeonwoo’s reaction that bothered him. Why did he seem a bit excited? Without showing his feelings, he asked, “Who was it?”

“Actually, I don’t really remember, but he remembered my name,” Yeonwoo said, tilting his head slightly. Kim Shin deliberately reached over and pulled Yeonwoo’s seatbelt to fasten it. Yeonwoo still found such gestures awkward, but he didn’t resist and smiled, saying, “Thank you.”

“Why does he remember you?” Kim Shin asked, glancing at Yeonwoo when he didn’t get an immediate answer. Yeonwoo, appearing to think for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh.

“Who knows. Maybe I left a strong impression,” he said lightly, but Kim Shin could tell he was hiding something. His insides twisted. Did Yeonwoo like this person? It was hard to suppress the jealousy that surged up suddenly.

“Have you eaten? You said you’d be working for about a week, right? No days off?” Normally, he’d be pleased that Yeonwoo cared about his schedule, but now all he could think about was who this person might be.

“I can take a day off the day after tomorrow.”

“Shall we take the day off together?” Yeonwoo asked, his face slightly flushed and his voice sounding somewhat excited. Imagining that Yeonwoo had been waiting to suggest they spend time together made the unpleasant jealousy dissolve quickly, like smoke in the wind. 

“Is there something you want to do?” Kim Shin asked softly, glancing at Yeonwoo. The neckline of Yeonwoo’s T-shirt was slightly pushed down by the seatbelt, revealing a faint red mark. Though it looked like a mosquito bite, Kim Shin knew exactly what it was. He wanted to press his lips to Yeonwoo’s skin and rub against him until his entire face turned red. His mouth watered at the thought. It was a 25-minute drive to Yeonwoo’s place, but a hotel was closer. Should they head there? He felt conflicted.

“Just thought we could go on a date,” Yeonwoo said, clearing his throat. Normally, Kim Shin would prefer spending the day alone with Yeonwoo at home, so he felt a slight disappointment but masked it to match Yeonwoo’s mood.

“Alright. Should we watch a movie?” he suggested.

“No!” Yeonwoo’s strong refusal was surprising, but Kim Shin saw him scratching his face. It was a familiar gesture when Yeonwoo felt embarrassed, so he let it go, thinking maybe Yeonwoo was just shy about going on a date.

As they drove on for a while, Yeonwoo suddenly asked, “Isn’t it uncomfortable sleeping? The bed is really small.”

It would be a lie to say it wasn’t uncomfortable, but the fact that he could be close to Yeonwoo made up for it. Still, it was good news. Changing the bed meant Yeonwoo was more open to having him at his place. On their first night, when Yeonwoo had suggested he stay in another room like a lodger, Kim Shin had resisted the urge to say they should get new furniture and share a room. He wanted Yeonwoo to come to that decision himself. It took a week, but now he was doing it. Kim Shin’s lips curled into a smile.

“I managed fine. Why?” he asked.

“Just, you know. Wouldn’t it be nice if it were bigger?” Yeonwoo said.

“Bigger is better. We could try more things with more space,” Kim Shin replied. There was no answer, but he didn’t need to look to know that Yeonwoo had turned his head towards the window, trying to hide his red face. Kim Shin found Yeonwoo’s reactions adorable. Every little thing he did felt special and brought him joy. Reaching out, he took Yeonwoo’s hand and placed it on his thigh. Though Yeonwoo flinched, he didn’t pull his hand away. Under Yeonwoo’s hand, he felt his arousal grow.

“At home, touch me,” he said in a low voice. When he let go of Yeonwoo’s hand, it hesitated before retreating. Yeonwoo then covered his face with it, turning towards the window again. The redness of his neck and ears was tempting like ripe fruit. Kim Shin’s mouth watered again.

“Okay,” Yeonwoo replied after a long pause. Kim Shin checked the time; they had 20 minutes left to get home. His mind filled with thoughts of what he wanted to do when they got there.

As midnight approached, Kim Shin often felt a sense of urgency, like Cinderella fearing the stroke of twelve. He always felt it wasn’t enough. He knew he should consider Yeonwoo’s stamina and stop appropriately, but his desire easily overpowered his reason.

“Uh,” Yeonwoo groaned beneath him, exhausted. Kim Shin had just barely stopped thrusting after climaxing. Sweat-drenched bangs and reddened eyes gave Yeonwoo a childlike, pure appearance. With himself still inside Yeonwoo, Kim Shin felt a twisted sense of guilty pleasure from being the only one to taint that purity.

Yeonwoo’s hazy, brown eyes looked erotic. Without thinking, Kim Shin leaned down and gave him a brief kiss. Yeonwoo inhaled sharply and pushed at his shoulder, trying to turn away.

“Wait, stop…” Yeonwoo checked the time and, realizing it wasn’t yet midnight, muttered in despair, “Let’s take a break.”

His cracked and hoarse voice sounded like a plea. Such moments awakened Kim Shin’s hidden sadistic side; he wanted to push Yeonwoo to his limits and make him cry. But he gently stroked Yeonwoo’s hair instead. When Yeonwoo’s hand fell weakly from his shoulder, Kim Shin felt a pang of disappointment. If only he had clung to his neck.

But pushing further might really anger Yeonwoo, so he slowly withdrew. As his semen trickled out, he watched in silence, captivated by the sight.

Normally, Yeonwoo would close his legs as soon as Kim Shin pulled out, but today he lay sprawled, too exhausted even to do that. Kim Shin could see the red, quivering entrance and the fluid seeping out.

“Damn, that’s hot,” he murmured, unable to resist touching the red, swollen entrance. Yeonwoo flinched and looked up at him with fear in his eyes, which only excited Kim Shin more. Hiding his true feelings, he asked gently, “Are you okay?”

“Does it hurt?” Kim Shin asked, feeling Yeonwoo’s guard lower as he blinked tiredly.

“I don’t know, it just feels numb,” Yeonwoo replied.

Kim Shin gently circled his fingers around the entrance, now slick with sticky fluid, moving them tenderly as if soothing a sore spot. Slowly, he slid a finger inside, causing Yeonwoo’s eyes to widen. As Yeonwoo tried to sit up and pull away, Kim Shin firmly grasped his wrist.

“Aren’t you tired?” Yeonwoo asked, swallowing nervously. Kim Shin shook his head, pushing his finger deeper inside.

“Not really. Are you tired?”

“…I feel like I’m dying,” Yeonwoo mumbled, usually resilient and reluctant to show weakness, but now sighing in resignation. Kim Shin, finding this endearing, hid a smile by kissing Yeonwoo’s palm and swirling his tongue in its center.

With heightened sensitivity, Yeonwoo shuddered at even the slightest touch. The reactions, along with the growing hardness below, filled Kim Shin with both excitement and pride. He moved his finger, searching for the spot that made Yeonwoo gasp.

“Ah…ha,” Yeonwoo moaned, voice breaking into a hoarse cry. The gratification of eliciting such a response was addictive for Kim Shin, making him crave it even more, his arousal intensifying.

“Shin, please… I’m exhausted,” Yeonwoo pleaded, but Kim Shin couldn’t stop now, especially with only 25 minutes left until midnight. Desperation akin to Cinderella rushing against the clock gripped him.

“Just one more time,” he coaxed, pressing hard on Yeonwoo’s sensitive spot. Yeonwoo writhed in response.

“Every time you say that… Ah! You never stop at one… Uh!” Yeonwoo protested, but Kim Shin was sincere this time. He checked the clock again, then lifted Yeonwoo onto his lap. Normally, Yeonwoo would have tensed up, but now he was too tired, resting limply against Kim Shin. This only spurred Kim Shin’s excitement.

“Do I really do that?” Kim Shin asked, nibbling at Yeonwoo’s ear. Yeonwoo sighed deeply, his body sagging into Kim Shin’s embrace.

“Yes, every time,” Yeonwoo muttered, burying his face in Kim Shin’s shoulder. Despite feeling the hardness pressing against him, Yeonwoo didn’t push away, which was all the encouragement Kim Shin needed.

“Not every time,” Kim Shin replied cheekily, making Yeonwoo look up in disbelief. Seeing Kim Shin’s smile, Yeonwoo’s expression softened. Kim Shin knew Yeonwoo loved seeing him smile, so he grinned wider and kissed Yeonwoo lightly on the lips.

“Just this once, okay?” he pleaded, and Yeonwoo sighed again, knowing he couldn’t resist.

“Alright, alright,” Yeonwoo conceded, his tone resigned. Kim Shin dived in for a deeper kiss, knowing Yeonwoo’s patience and understanding were reserved only for him. The knowledge filled him with warmth and a desperate longing to make every second count.

“Lift your hips,” Kim Shin commanded softly. Yeonwoo obeyed, using his legs to push up slightly. Kim Shin positioned himself, guiding his erection to Yeonwoo’s entrance. Even before Yeonwoo lowered himself, the tip was already in place, slick with previous release.

When he pulled his lips away and gave the command, Yeonwoo braced himself and lifted his body. Kim Shin grabbed his own erect member and positioned it at Yeonwoo’s entrance. Despite Yeonwoo raising his knees, Kim Shin’s large size meant that the tip was already touching the entrance without him needing to lower himself.

As the glans pushed in, it slid smoothly into the lubricated entrance. Yeonwoo’s hands tightened around Kim Shin’s arms. Kim Shin brought his lips to Yeonwoo’s neck and slowly lowered his waist, guiding him down.

Yeonwoo hesitated momentarily, but then inhaled deeply and closed his eyes as Kim Shin’s member gradually entered him. Yeonwoo’s warm breath touched Kim Shin’s skin. Although Kim Shin had been inside Yeonwoo several times, the tightness still gripped his member snugly.

The sensation of being tightly enveloped sent pleasurable tingles all the way to Kim Shin’s head. Why did it feel so good? It was almost enough to make him climax right there, but he held back, focusing on pulling Yeonwoo’s body down further.

“Ugh!” 

Half of Kim Shin’s length disappeared inside Yeonwoo in one motion. He paused, listening to Yeonwoo’s quick breaths. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Kim Shin kissed Yeonwoo’s shoulder, the mixture of sweat and body scent sweet like candy. Yeonwoo’s smooth waist and soft buttocks heightened his arousal.

He turned to capture Yeonwoo’s lips again, their ragged breaths intertwining. He held Yeonwoo’s waist and hips, lifting his body before sliding out, the narrow walls pressing against him. A shiver ran through his member from the friction.

“Damn.”

Whether it was from multiple climaxes or not, the sensitivity made him feel close to the edge quickly. He cursed softly and thrust into Yeonwoo’s body in one go.

“Ah!”

Yeonwoo tightly clung to Kim Shin’s neck, eyes squeezed shut. Although Yeonwoo wasn’t small or weak, he seemed like a child in Kim Shin’s larger frame. Kim Shin liked how Yeonwoo’s body fit perfectly with his, not too big or too small, just right when held. With a firm grip, he began to thrust his hips, pulling Yeonwoo’s body down forcefully.

“Hngh!”

Yeonwoo’s whimpering moans filled the space as Kim Shin relentlessly moved within him, wet sounds echoing with each thrust. Despite Yeonwoo’s usual pleas to go slower, Kim Shin couldn’t comply this time. There was no time. Each thrust brought waves of intense pleasure, filling his hardened length.

Knowing he couldn’t let himself release too soon, Kim Shin aimed to prolong the electrifying sensation of Yeonwoo’s tight heat gripping him over and over. He bit his lip, thrusting harder, and sought Yeonwoo’s lips once more, growling deeply as their tongues intertwined.

Wet slaps echoed as his engorged shaft repeatedly plunged into Yeonwoo. The relentless thrusting continued until the clock struck midnight, finally ceasing with a trembling climax. The intense release filled Yeonwoo deeply, the pleasure paralyzing Kim Shin’s mind and stealing his breath.

Thud, thud, thud. His heartbeat pounded loudly, reverberating through his body like a drum, and he could feel it in Yeonwoo’s body as well. Engulfed in the afterglow, Kim Shin held Yeonwoo close, overwhelmed by a happiness so profound it felt almost frightening.