GBAS 49

“…It’s too narrow.”

Hyunwoo muttered, pushing his fingertips into the softened entrance.

“Ahk.”

Seeing how it swallowed his fingers more gently than it looked, Hyunwoo unconsciously inserted another finger.

“Euh, that’s good.”

A little more, more. Reaching out, Jooin grabbed Hyunwoo’s wrist and shook it. It wasn’t an arm that would be swayed by the shake of a slender arm, but Jooin’s intention was conveyed well enough.

Seeing him look relaxed even with two fingers inside, Hyunwoo inserted a third. The hole, which had seemed a bit tight at first, quickly loosened up after a few up-and-down motions.

As three thick fingers stirred inside Jooin, his penis, which had been hanging limply, slowly grew in size.

“Heu-euh, aht.”

While pleasure arose from the fingers widening the entrance and rubbing against him, he also felt a thirst because they only touched shallowly, far from where he wanted them to be.

Jooin, whose gaze was tracking Hyunwoo’s with half-lidded eyes, tapped Hyunwoo’s thigh.

“Stop, stop this and hurry, hurry up and put it in….”

“I don’t think it’s ready yet.”

At Hyunwoo’s words, Jooin shook his head.

“Okay.”

Calming the urgently clinging Jooin, Hyunwoo pulled out the fingers that had been widening the hole. Smearing the slick fluid that came out onto his own member, Hyunwoo spread Jooin’s thighs apart and stood close.

Swollen with anticipation, Jooin grabbed his own legs with both hands.

Hyunwoo’s member rubbed against the gently loosened entrance. Even without penetration yet, his body trembled and his breath caught in his throat at the anticipated pleasure. Indeed, a familiar taste is more terrifying.

A hesitant Hyunwoo lined up the tip of his penis with the entrance. His heart pounded with rising expectation.

As he thrust his hips forward, supporting the shaft, the narrow entrance opened, and the hole, widened by the thick head, began to gradually swallow the large piece of flesh. At the provocative sight unfolding before his eyes, his already fully erect penis grew a little more in volume.

“A-euk!”

The entrance, stretched to its limit, cried out in pain. He was only about a fifth of the way in, but surprised by the pained moan, Hyunwoo cupped Jooin’s cheeks and asked.

“Hyung, are you okay?”

“Keep, heu-eut, going.”

Jooin, forcing out a reply with difficulty, lightly bit the area near his own thumb.

“Hurry.”

His pronunciation was slurred as he spoke with his hand in his mouth.

“I’m really, really going to do it now.”

It was then. Hyunwoo, ready to thrust, pulled out what Jooin was biting and had him bite the side of his hand instead.

Okay, and just as he was about to pull Hyunwoo’s hand away, with a powerful hip thrust, the piece of flesh that had been filling the entrance pushed its way into his stomach.

“Heua-euk!”

Jooin’s teeth marks were imprinted on the back of his hand. His lower back tingled as pleasure rushed in, as intense as the pain.

It was difficult to hold his hips and move with one hand given up. Hyunwoo bent his upper body, propping himself up with his forearms on either side of Jooin’s head. Jooin’s legs spread wide to the sides, and his penis was caught between their almost-touching stomachs, rubbing against them.

Ha-euh, heup, aht, heu-euh!

Every time Hyunwoo moved his hips, his insides, rammed into, tingled sharply.

👾🎮

Jooin, who had fallen asleep as if he had fainted, snapped his eyes open.

Blinking his stiff eyes a few times, Jooin turned his head to check his right side.

“……Looks like he’s gone.”

He was sure he had fallen asleep with Hyunwoo, but there was no one in the spot next to him on the bed. The pillow, laid out perfectly without a single crease, felt alien.

As he pulled back the blanket that was tucked up to his chin, he saw that he was neatly dressed. From the top to the pants. They were similar to what he wore yesterday, but the scent of fabric softener suggested they were fresh clothes. He hadn’t even thought about washing up before falling asleep; it seemed he had a diligent side, contrary to his appearance.

Sitting up, Jooin twisted his waist to stretch. At that moment, he felt a dull pain from below.

“……Aaack.”

Next time, it would be better to start without making him come beforehand. Jooin’s face contorted as he recalled Hyunwoo putting on a third condom and pushing ahead, even when he begged him to stop.

‘What next time.’

Jooin muttered, then froze as he spotted something next to the mattress.

Right by the head of the bed, there was a glass of water. Was he worried about dust getting in? A small plate covered the top of the glass. Staring at it for a long time, Jooin picked up the glass and took a sip of water. It was just a sip of water, but he swallowed it as if savoring candy, then placed the plate back on the glass and got up.

He opened the door and went out to the rooftop, and the chilly dawn breeze brushed against the nape of his neck.

With his eyes half-closed, Jooin took out a cigarette and a match from the basket and sat down on the wooden bench. As he put a cigarette to his lips, a sweet taste seeped from the paper filter. Jooin struck a match and took a deep drag.

Hoo.

The milky smoke dispersed with the dawn air.

The sun seemed to be starting to rise, as the light from behind the rooftop building hit the steel railing and flashed. The reflected light was dazzling, and just as he was about to shield his eyes with his hand, he felt a sudden chill from somewhere.

What is it.

Jooin sat up straight and scanned his surroundings, but there was nothing to be seen.

“……Am I imagining things?”

Muttering, Jooin stood up, put out his cigarette, and went back inside.

Jooin’s steps came to an abrupt halt as he crossed the room to wash his hands. It was because of an unfamiliar paper bag on the small kitchen table.

Going closer and looking inside, Jooin let out a small laugh. Where did he buy this at this early hour? Inside the bag was porridge, still warm. Jooin peeled off the memo stuck to the top.

You were sleeping so soundly, so I didn’t wake you.

Make sure to eat this when you get up.

See you later at 1!!!

The handwriting, which he had never seen before, seemed to be Hyunwoo’s. He had pressed down so hard that the back of the memo was raised along the letters. Jooin paused at the words ‘see you later,’ then recalled the memory and muttered.

“Ah, that’s right.”

👾🎮

Jooin, arriving a little earlier than the promised time, ordered a cup of coffee. He settled into a corner seat with a clear view of the entire cafe and sipped his hot coffee.

Classical jazz music flowed quietly inside the cafe. This cafe, which sold coffee during the day and alcohol at night, was a space particularly loved by local artists. As a favorite spot for artists who spent long nights, it had a more leisurely atmosphere than anywhere else during the day. This was why Jooin frequented the place.

Putting down his cup, Jooin glanced at the clock on the wall. There was still some time before the appointment. Jooin picked out a book with a familiar cover from the row of books lined up behind him.

Flip, flip.

While he turned the pages, the bell on the entrance tinkled a few times.

Though he seemed to be reading, Jooin’s gaze more often turned towards the door. Placing the empty coffee cup on the table, Jooin slowly traced the rim of the cup with his finger.

Just before the clock hands aligned on 12 and 1, the small bell tinkled once more.

A man wearing black horn-rimmed glasses entered through the opening door. That flashy hairstyle was unmistakably Jeon Hyunwoo. Dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt over a white t-shirt and light-colored jeans, Hyunwoo had a brown backpack slung over his shoulder.

After ordering something at the counter and inserting his card, Hyunwoo looked around the cafe.

Hyunwoo’s eyes lit up when he spotted Jooin. With his card and receipt in hand, Hyunwoo walked briskly towards the table where Jooin was sitting. Was he remembering what happened last night? One step, two steps. As he got closer, his face visibly turned redder and redder.

“Hyung, are you feeling okay?”

This was his question before he even sat down.

“Yeah.”

As Jooin nodded with a short reply, Hyunwoo finally pulled out a chair and sat down, asking.

“This, did you already drink one?”

Jooin nodded again and asked back.

“Why. Did you order two?”

“Yes. You said you liked cold drinks, so I got an iced one……”

“I’ll just have another one.”

As if it was anything to be so cautious about. When he replied as if it were no big deal, Hyunwoo’s briefly gloomy expression brightened.

Even so, Hyunwoo’s gaze couldn’t leave the empty cup in front of Jooin. He seemed to be asking why he drank something hot when he had said he liked cold drinks before. Reading his mind, Jooin pointed to the coffee cup and said.

“Ah, this, just sometimes.”

“Aha.”

Hyunwoo nodded as if he finally understood everything.

Hyunwoo swung the bag on his shoulder to the front and took out a tablet and a thin plastic file containing printouts.

On the paper clipped in the file, several design drafts with a similar feel to the poster he had seen yesterday were printed in a row. Taking out a few more sheets of paper after that, Hyunwoo laid them out neatly, one by one, in front of Jooin.