NHL 48

Although Joeon still felt awkward about the fact that he was sharing his skin with a man, the scent of Dylan that had permeated every corner of the room seemed to fill his body every time he breathed, making him feel as if his own body odor and body temperature were gradually being dyed by him.

After sitting side-by-side with Dylan on the sofa and deeply mingling their tongues for a while, Joeon muttered.

“Did you just come from training? Your body is still hot.”

The heat being transmitted to the arms wrapped around his neck was significant.

“Yes. Even though I showered in cold water, I’m still hot.”

“When you’re hot during a game, do you secretly trip and fall onto the ice to cool off?”

Dylan, who giggled at the silly joke, gave Joeon’s lips a light peck. His whispering voice lowered further.

“That’s a good idea. I’ll be sure to try it next time. Though I’d get scolded if I did it at just any time.”

“I was just asking out of curiosity; I didn’t tell you to actually do it.”

“Really? Actually, I’d rather hold Joeon’s body than the ice. It’s cool, better than my body temperature, so I like it.”

“That’s just because I haven’t been out for long.”

“Then should I warm you up?”

Joeon recoiled his thighs at the subtle whisper, delivered as Dylan licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue. Sensing the peripheral reaction, Dylan overlapped his body over him, lying prone and gently bumping his hardened crotch against him.

“Joeon, why did you get hard? Huh?”

“You’ve been like that since earlier.”

“That’s right. I’ve been like this ever since I opened the door for you.”

“…Isn’t there a game tomorrow?”

“There is. Why?”

“Don’t people usually refrain from sex the night before a game to maintain their stamina?”

“Sex with you doesn’t affect my stamina in the slightest. No, if anything, wouldn’t I do even better tomorrow?”

Joeon narrowed his eyes and glared at Dylan with dissatisfaction. He thought he had narrowed them quite fiercely, but for some reason, Dylan smiled and rubbed his lips against the corners of Joeon’s eyes.

“You’re cute.”

“You’re loud. You know that? I’m older than you, Dylan.”

“Aha. I heard Koreans care a lot about age?”

“Call me hyung.”

“Hyung.”

Dylan, who didn’t know the meaning of the word or the weight it carried anyway, called Joeon hyung far too easily. It was Joeon who felt embarrassed instead.

“No, don’t do it after all.”

“What does it mean?”

“When men are together, it’s a word to refer to an older brother. It doesn’t have to be family, though.”

“Was that it? That’s not difficult. Hyung.”

“It’s strange. I’ve never heard it before. I’m an only child.”

“I’ll call you that a lot from now on.”

“I told you it’s okay.”

“Let’s go to bed, hyung.”

“…That’s not when you use that word.”

“I’ll suck this thoroughly for you, hyung. You like that, don’t you?”

With his lips pressed against his ear, Dylan whispered softly and grabbed Joeon’s stiffened lower parts with one hand. His words and actions were completely different.

“Ugh, stop…”

“And I’ll put my thing inside here. Let’s fuck all night, hyung.”

His fingers, which had moved downward, rubbed deeper and more intensely.

“That, I told you that’s not how you use that word.”

“I like it. I’m sure I’m the only one who talks to you like this.”

“Of course. Who else would say things like that?”

For some reason, Dylan, who had become triumphant, showed off a smile so wonderful that anyone would naturally fall for him.

“I can’t take it anymore. Should we really go to the room? Otherwise, I feel like I’m going to violate you right here. But if you like it, we can do it here.”

Thinking about the cushion of the sofa he felt under his buttocks, Joeon nodded. He felt like the bed would be better if they were going to do it anyway.

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“Hmm. You smell like me now.”

A small whisper was heard from Dylan, who was taking a deep breath against his shoulder. Joeon, who had his back to him, rubbed his forehead against the pillow and answered.

“It must be the body wash. It smelled good.”

“I know. I like that you smell like me.”

“Should we buy the same one?”

Dylan laughed and reached into the duvet to stroke his smooth thighs. Joeon opened his eyes, feeling tense as he didn’t know when his hand might suddenly make a move on his precious parts.

The early morning sky was merely bright and white, with not a trace of warmth transmitted. Judging by the thick clouds, snow would likely be in the forecast today as well. It is a winter that is endlessly dreary and cold.

“What time is it now?”

“It’s a little past eight.”

Joeon let out a groan and asked.

“Why did you wake up so early? I guess you really have energy to spare.”

This time, Dylan’s groan was heard as if he were regretful.

“Oh, man. I was a fool. If I were going to do that, I should’ve woken up an hour earlier.”

“You’re driving me crazy. Do you even remember what time you went to sleep yesterday?”

“I don’t know.”

When Joeon scolded him, Dylan replied in a childish, sulky, and blunt tone as if asking why that even mattered.

“I’d like to roll around deeply starting now, too, but I have morning practice, so I’m pressed for time.”

“…”

“How about after I get back?”

“Are you serious? By then, I won’t be here. I’m going home.”

“Hnn. Don’t go, Joeon. It’s your day off. Do you really have to go?”

Dylan gave strength to the arm wrapped around his waist and pulled Joeon’s flat belly toward himself. He rubbed his face like a dog against Joeon’s messy, tangled dark brown hair. It felt like he might start licking his face any second now.

In that short interval, his nose tip had already thoroughly scanned Joeon’s earlobes and the corners of his eyes, finally reaching his cheeks. The partner, who had pressed his lips to his reddened cheeks over and over, soothed him with a gentle, honeyed voice.

“Can’t you stay here instead of going anywhere until I come back? I’ll get you tickets for tonight’s game, too. Once the game is over, I have to go directly on a road trip for an away game, so I won’t be able to see you for a while. So, I wish you’d stay with me until then. Huh? Joeon.”

The team was facing six away games ahead, not only crossing the border between Canada and the United States but also having to cross south and north laterally. Thanks to this, he was scheduled to be unable to return to Toronto for at least two weeks.

With his defeated voice begging so desperately, Joeon had no way to refuse, so he decided to postpone the refusal that wasn’t even in his heart, and placed his palm on the back of Dylan’s hand, which was resting near the pit of his stomach.

“What time will you be back?”

“I return after training and lunch, so it’ll be around one o’clock. If there’s anything you want, I’ll pick up your food, too.”

“No. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that myself.”

Dylan, who had pondered for a moment as if he felt sorry to do that, finally nodded and took Joeon’s hand, kissing the back of it.

“I’ll call you.”

Dylan continued to hug Joeon from behind for quite a while even after finishing the conversation. Then, just around the time Joeon in his arms started making soft, wheezing sounds as he fell asleep again, he finally managed to slip out of bed.

For Joeon, it was his first sleep-in in a long while. Although he had two days off every five days, he was someone who often woke up early even on weekends due to habits ingrained in his body.

However, perhaps because he had pushed himself physically, rather than feeling uncomfortable about the fact that it wasn’t his own bed, he surrendered his body to it as if it were heaven. He didn’t feel the slightest bit like leaving the bed. Thanks to Dylan, who didn’t skimp on condoms every time they had sex, it was fortunate that even if it were damp with sweat, he didn’t have to sleep on sheets stained with semen.

“…He said he’d be back at one o’clock.”

Joeon, who opened his eyes only when it was nearing noon, let out a long sigh. He had planned to do a load of duvet laundry for him while he was away, but time didn’t seem to be on his side. Joeon curled up in the duvet, which was permeated with warmth, while putting his schedule on the back burner for a moment.

“You’re quite diligent for a Saturday morning.”

Joeon muttered as he wiped away the messy notifications on his phone one by one.