NHL 42

Joeon, who had no sense of caution, stepped in close and slid his nose against Dylan’s neck. Considering he had just done such strenuous exercise, there should have been a smell of sweat, but all that came from him was the faint scent of skin permeated with fabric softener. His skin scent, mixed with his unique body odor, felt like the raw smell of flesh when one peels back tree bark.

Suddenly, the thick scent of bodily fluids that Joeon had smelled when Dylan’s sex spewed milky white semen into his palm came to mind. The intense heat of that night, when he had thrown off his human mask, became naked, and stayed faithful only to instinct, came back to life in his memory. On a day when he was nothing more than a beast, the reason he hadn’t felt shame despite facing each other’s stark, bare selves must have been because that was his true nature. The moment he realized that fact, a sense of tension washed over him.

Joeon’s body reacted sensitively to even the light friction grazing his spine. Having only been in a thin shirt due to the coat he had tossed aside a long while ago, he felt Dylan’s fingertips wandering around his shoulder blades, as if they were about to touch them. He also felt the movement of the blue eyes slowly examining his face. Wherever his gaze landed, it became as hot as if a fire had passed over it, causing his shoulders to twitch on their own.

His partner, who was not so dull as to miss such minute changes, immediately bent his thumb slightly and smoothly stroked his stiff back with his knuckle. As his body, startled, leaned completely toward the broad and solid chest, Dylan’s hand, which had been hovering subtly, settled on Joeon’s buttocks. The hand pressing firmly on the area completely dominated the vicinity, as if it would grab the flesh at any moment.

“Want to shower?”

While Joeon quietly steadied his breath, pressing his forehead against the other’s chin, Dylan pressed his lips firmly against his temple and urged him.

“The two of us.”

Joeon nodded briefly. As if he had been waiting for it, Dylan scooped Joeon up and went into the bathroom. The socks and pants he had peeled off fell to the floor like debris.

This was the second time they had washed together. Instead of running water in the bathtub like last time, Dylan stripped Joeon, shoved him straight into the shower stall, and kissed him roughly. Dylan’s white shirt, which he hadn’t fully taken off, got soaked in the lukewarm water pouring down from overhead.

“You, your clothes… are getting wet.”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

He didn’t care, tearing off his shirt until the buttons burst, then kicking the clothes away. The muscles that had tightened up after the intense game created deep shadows in a more bulging shape than before. His skin was hot.

As soon as his back hit the cold tiles, Joeon hunched his shoulders. Knowing this, Dylan pushed Joeon so that his entire body, from shoulders to calves, could not pull away from the tile wall. He rubbed his already hard, swollen sex rhythmically against the other’s body until it made a friction sound.

As he lunged at him as if to shove his tongue down his throat, Joeon couldn’t move a muscle and clung to Dylan. He tried to protest by digging his nails into his shoulders, but it didn’t work at all.

By the time he had grown accustomed to the slippery touch of the tiles, which had become lukewarm from their body heat, the hand that had been tracing down his spine dug into the hollow and grabbed his plump buttocks forcefully.

“…Uh.”

Perhaps because he had finally come to his senses at the touch that was stealthily advancing into an inviolable area, Joeon’s eyes went wide. His mind began to spin with complex thoughts about a method of sex he hadn’t yet experienced.

Now that he thought about it, the other person often rubbed his erect object against him even when they were just kissing, so perhaps he had been sending signals in his own way. An erect sex always has the urge to be buried somewhere.

Dylan, unaware of Joeon’s inner thoughts, asked why he had pulled his lips away and pushed his lips out like a baby bird to lunge at him again. When Joeon turned his head this way and that to avoid him, shock and disappointment finally settled in those blue eyes.

“Why? Why? What went wrong?”

Joeon hesitated, avoiding Dylan’s gaze and fixing his eyes on his reddish, plump lips.

“That’s not it, Dylan is… you want to have sex with me, right?”

Dylan tilted his head and met Joeon’s eyes.

“…I don’t do what you don’t like. Shall we just quietly shower and go out to watch a movie? I think I’d enjoy that enough, too. I like comedies, and I like action movies. Which one shall we do?”

Joeon shook his head in surprise.

“No, I don’t mean it like that…. I mean, I…”

Only after taking a deep breath did a voice lacking confidence leak out.

“…I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not that. Don’t be sorry, Joeon. This isn’t something for you to be sorry about. Did I push you too much on my own? I’m sorry. I’m fine. Shh. Come here.”

Dylan pulled Joeon into his arms, comforting him and pecking his lips with incessant kissing sounds. Then, Joeon leaned his forehead against his shoulder and mumbled.

“No. I’ve thought about it a lot, and really… I’m sorry, but no matter how I think about it, doing that to you feels like something I can’t do.”

“…”

“I mean, you know, I’m not gay, and for the same man to… do that, with that thing… It was good when you touched me with your hand, but as expected, I… I don’t think I’d be able to get hard enough to actually put it in…”

When there was no reply from above his head, Joeon hurriedly added.

“But if you want it, I can endure it as much as you like.”

“…Hm. Do you mean it would be difficult to insert your sex into my anus?”

At the blunt expression, Joeon’s face turned bright red.

“I just told you. I won’t do anything if you don’t want it. There is absolutely no need to force yourself while enduring things you hate.”

“It’s not forced. What I’m trying to say is, if you want to have sex, I am willing to let you do whatever you want, as much as you like.”

“…You shouldn’t say things like that carelessly.”

The mischievous hand that had been massaging Joeon’s buttocks hurriedly changed position and headed toward Dylan’s front. He let out a short sigh and covered his object, which was erect enough to touch his lower abdomen, with his palm as if to hide it. Beneath it, the object twitched, responding to the impulse on its own.

“Why are you like this?”

Because he asked, “Does it hurt anywhere? What’s wrong?” with an innocent face after stimulating him however he pleased, Dylan wore a smile that held a hint of displeasure.

“…Joeon. Do you really intend to let me do whatever I want?”

His lowered voice sounded quite wicked. He rubbed his sex, which had become even harder than before, against Joeon’s lower abdomen as if to show it off, and massaged Joeon’s nicely shaped buttocks. When the partner, who had made a resolute expression, nodded once more to grant permission, his hand immediately dug into a deep place. His fingers, which were merely a little wet from the water, didn’t invade the inside but only tapped at the entrance, leaving behind only a ticklish sensation.

“Even if I put mine in here?”

“If you want it. I’m curious, too…”

Contrary to appearances, his curiosity is strong. Dylan’s partner sometimes showed an adorable eccentricity.

“Do you know that? There are various types of sex. Which means you don’t necessarily have to use this place.”

Dylan turned Joeon around gently. He put foam on his hands and gently rubbed over the tightly closed entrance. Every time Joeon, who had been holding his breath in extreme tension, relaxed his body, the hole filled with white foam gaped open.

It would be a lie to say he didn’t want to try putting it in. It was only possible now to endure without succumbing to the temptation of someone armed with innocence who lunged so aggressively. Because Joeon had no experience whatsoever.

Once he gained experience, there would be no reason for Dylan to approach with caution or to be patient. Then, sex would inevitably become a completely natural body greeting for the two of them, as natural as breathing. Just by meeting eyes, they would feel the urge, and once they started kissing, the end would always be sex. That was why he wanted to hesitate for a little while longer. And honestly, he also wanted to see Joeon looking frustrated.