PAHO 66

Nam Gyeonhwa, who slowly raised his eyes to check the man’s face, did not seem particularly surprised. Perhaps it was because he had expected the man standing next to him to be Na Taebeom. Rather, the tension that had been oppressively constricting his throat until just a moment ago eased, and he could breathe steadily.

“Aish, my back hurts like hell. Ugh, my side is throbbing and my neck hurts too, I must have fallen badly. If something goes wrong from this, will the person who knocked me over take responsibility?”

Na Taebeom rubbed the back of his bent neck, letting out all sorts of pained groans. At his attitude of deliberately making a fuss as if for show, Nam Gyeonhwa averted his gaze and soaped his body. It wasn’t that he was particularly displeased with his appearance. The shower room was a public facility that anyone could use, and since he had seen Na Taebeom visit the training room a little while ago, he could have guessed that he would come in whenever he wanted. However, the sense of relief he suddenly felt upon seeing Na Taebeom was so peculiar that he just couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge him. Would he have erased his anxiety so easily if it had been someone else? Decidedly not, which made him want to hide the fact that he had felt relieved, even for a moment, because of Na Taebeom all the more.

“Puppy, can’t you hear me? I said I’m hurt.”

His face quickly turning sullen, Na Taebeom tilted his head down and pushed it toward Nam Gyeonhwa. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had put down the soap, spoke like a sigh.

“I know you’re faking it, so stop.”

“Faking it? That’s hurtful to say to someone who’s in pain.”

Despite the whining that didn’t suit his low, resonant voice, Nam Gyeonhwa didn’t bat an eye. When he had thrown Na Taebeom in the training hall earlier, his body had landed safely on his back without the mishap of twisting to the side or falling headfirst. It was a response that would be unthinkable for someone who didn’t know how to break a fall well. In other words, it was no exaggeration to say that the hip throw had landed cleanly because he was skilled in the movement.

“It’s true that I attacked you on purpose, but honestly, a director-level guy like you could have withstood it.”

Depending on the proficiency of the technique, it was possible to throw someone of a different size, but one had to see that Na Taebeom had gone easy on him to some extent in that spar just now. Na Taebeom, his brow furrowed, scratched the back of his head.

“It’s not like I went easy on you on purpose. Well, I guess I let my guard down, a little. I didn’t expect you to just throw me like that.”

In terms of weight class alone, there was easily a difference of at least one level or more, and he had underestimated him that much. That was why it was also a surprise attack.

“So you can imagine how much it must have hurt me. Huh? Here, my side is throbbing.”

Raising his arm, Na Taebeom pushed his side forward and grumbled. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had been staring at him because of his persistent whining, soon paid him no mind, thoroughly lathered himself with soap, then turned on the water and rinsed off the foam. As the water touched his body, which had been covered in white foam, his skin, bathed in the incandescent light, stood out whitely. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had pushed back his soaked hair, lifted his head and let the water spray on his face. He glanced at the shelf; there was only shampoo, soap, a toothbrush, and toothpaste.

“No razor?”

Na Taebeom, who had been carefully observing his smooth chin and philtrum, asked casually.

“You don’t shave?”

“…Only once or twice a week. It chafes my skin and hurts if I do it often.”

It was nothing more than a simple statement of fact, but the words “chafes” and “hurts” sounded so erotic that Na Taebeom licked his lips. He had thought it was strange that for a handsome bastard, he didn’t have much of a bluish stubble on his neck and cheeks. It was clear that he kept catching his eye, perhaps because he had many peculiar qualities.

His eyes, which had been staring at the tip of his chin, descended as if tracing his neck, sweeping over his collarbones, chest, and navel area. Below his smooth lower abdomen were surprisingly solid thighs and his penis hanging down. His gaze traveled down the curve of his round buttocks, past his calves, naturally reaching his toes before climbing back up again to look at his indifferent-colored profile. Even though he had been so openly scanned up and down like that, Nam Gyeonhwa showed no sign of embarrassment and remained focused only on washing his own body.

If he was a mercenary, he would have lived communally in facilities like this. Would he have stood side by side and washed, naked, with other guys? He would have casually exposed his naked body, and the eyes of others would have naturally brushed past here and there. Was he this nonchalant back then, too? Or was he different in the past? Perhaps he was shy, wouldn’t he have been? Just imagining it lightly was unpleasant, and at the same time, the sensation of blood pooling below was distinct. It was the vivid dynamic of arousal.

Na Taebeom, who had turned off the water and was shaking the moisture from his hair, stealthily approached Nam Gyeonhwa from behind and turned on the faucet, pretending not to know.

“Puppy, you still have foam on your back.”

When Nam Gyeonhwa tried to step aside from the pouring water, he forcibly grabbed him and led him inward, pressing a spot on his back.

“Here.”

His fingers, which had been pressing the area below his shoulder, slid down and circled his shoulder blade. Slightly flinching at the pressing contact, Nam Gyeonhwa looked straight ahead instead of turning his head back. Reflected in the steamy mirror, his face was colored with mischievous excitement. Whether it was playfulness or something else. Swallowing a sigh, Nam Gyeonhwa gently pushed away the arm that was tickling his back with his body, but the heavy body wouldn’t budge.

“Stay still.”

Restraining his movement by grabbing his left arm, he reached for the shelf, then clenched and unclenched his hand, which was gripping the soap. Each time the soap rubbed against his palm, a wet, squelching friction sound was made.

Whether it was because the sinister trick intended to incite shame had worked, or because the moisture-laden sound echoed in the quiet shower room, he couldn’t calmly endure this situation. It started by gently heating the inside of his ears, and then his spine and all over his shoulder blades began to itch, so Nam Gyeonhwa deliberately frowned and turned his head.

“…I’ll move aside, so let go of my arm. This is uncomfortable.”

“It’s not uncomfortable at all.”

“I’m uncomfortable.”

“I’m not, so bear with it. You have to wait for me to come out anyway, even if you go out first, so it’s all the same.”

“……”

Nam Gyeonhwa sighed at his pressing tone. It wasn’t wrong, but did he really have to do these unnecessary things just for the sake of toying with someone? Watching him with the feeling of ‘do as you please,’ Na Taebeom began to rub the soap in his hand all over his own body.

Although he even added a nonchalant hum, it seemed he had purely intended to just soap himself up, as there was no sign he was about to do anything else. Nam Gyeonhwa, who was still waiting for the strength to leave the tightly held left arm, was suddenly pushed forward by a force that abruptly shoved him from behind. But before he could lean against the wall or fall, Na Taebeom supported him by wrapping his left arm around his chest and lightly breathed on the nape of his neck, as if whistling.

“So careless, anyway. Our puppy. Showing your nipples to other guys so freely.”

“That’s, I was just, wearing the uniform.”

“Then you should have worn a sports bra or something.”

“What kind of, ridiculous, hheut.”

He had barely flinched at the moist stimulus when the palm cupping his left breast began to fidget, then traced around his nipple in a circle with a soapy finger.

“Last time, I saw that you secretly like it when someone caresses your chest, Puppy.”

“Ah, haah.”

At the gentle touch, which was not at all rough, Nam Gyeonhwa bit his lower lip. The finger, which had been rolling only his nipple with persistence, grabbed the top of it and pulled it taut, then pressed its nail into the nipple.

“Ah.”

His throat, which had swallowed a heated breath at the direct stimulus, grew hot. Na Taebeom, who was pressing his lips against his damp nape and rubbing, licked away the moisture and slowly rubbed his body, pressed against the smooth back, up and down.

A hand shot out and turned the faucet, and lukewarm water poured fiercely between their two soap-covered bodies. Shit, swallowing a curse, Na Taebeom used the force of the water stream to grind his body even faster. The sound of soap foam sticking and squelching each time their wet skin slapped together threw the steamy, hazy room into disarray.

As if the frantic touch that relentlessly teased his nipple, which had swollen plumply from the repeated stimulation, wasn’t enough, he was also pressing his body against his back and rubbing it sloppily, and the backs of his knees trembled from the erotic sensation tightening his whole body.

“Heuk, eup, heuk.”

A sob, similar to a hiccup, hovered in his throat. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had been trying to endure by forcing strength into his two legs, suddenly became aware of the sensation of a penis bumping against his backside, pushing and pulling away. He didn’t know when he had gotten hard, but each time the thick penis, imbued with a heavy warmth, pressed against his thighs and buttocks, his entire body stiffened and the small of his back trembled.

“H-Hey, um, wait, a minute.”

It would be trouble if he, unable to overcome his arousal, rashly started thrusting. He turned his head, intending to calm him down first, but at that moment, Na Taebeom removed the hand that had been caressing his nipple and grabbed his arm, turning him around. Naturally, Nam Gyeonhwa suppressed a gasp down his throat at the penis that was fully revealed before his eyes.

He should have been used to the sight by now, but unlike when he saw it in the dimly lit room or in the car with its faint light, the penis he encountered under the bright incandescent light had a remarkably different presence. Its size was one thing, but there wasn’t even the common patch of pubic hair around the genitals, which made its relatively deep flush stand out, while ominous veins were scattered here and there on the smooth shaft, as if boasting of its vigorous virility.

It was thick enough that it would be quite a handful for an average adult man to grip with one hand, and the heavy, swollen testicles below it added to its display of ferocious virility. He knew that body heat couldn’t produce steam, but he was under the illusion that steam was billowing from the penis. Na Taebeom, who was stroking his hard erection with one hand right before his eyes, grabbed Nam Gyeonhwa’s shoulders and pushed him down.

“Do me with your mouth.”

Perhaps he was as urgent as his ragged breaths sounded, as the penis was thrust forward right in front of Nam Gyeonhwa, who was half-squatting. Nam Gyeonhwa looked up and, seeing Na Taebeom’s flushed, heated eyes, swallowed his saliva. It seemed that trying to nicely coax him, with the morning schedule and all, would be useless. Just as he was about to cup the testicles with his hand and open his mouth to take the penis, a palm blocked Nam Gyeonhwa’s forehead.

“Don’t put it in your mouth, just lick it.”

“Lick it?”

“Yeah.”

It was a somewhat questionable request, but for him, too, licking was less strenuous than taking it deep into his throat and sucking arduously. However, it was highly unlikely he would reach ejaculation just by being licked. But what could he do when he was asked to do it? To adjust his height, Nam Gyeonhwa knelt and held the shaft of the twitching, upturned penis, bringing the tip of his extended tongue to it.

“Haah.”

Na Taebeom, who reflexively narrowed his eyes at the sensation of being licked from below, let out an excited breath. While observing Na Taebeom’s reaction, Nam Gyeonhwa gently circled the slit in the middle of the glans with his tongue, then tilted his head to the side and thoroughly rubbed the shaft with his tongue. Licking and flicking like a wide brush painting a curve, he evenly swept the shaft before his lips descended to the testicles, taking the taut, wrinkle-free skin in his mouth and wetly swiping it from side to side with his tongue.

“Ah, ugh.”

Even while panting with arousal, Na Taebeom kept his eyes wide open and obsessively observed Nam Gyeonhwa licking his penis evenly. A murky groan escaped through his teeth at the delicate tongue work that tickled the base with his tongue while rubbing the shaft with the bridge of his nose and buffeting the testicles with his lips. Na Taebeom, who had been fiddling with the side of Nam Gyeonhwa’s head and his ear, suddenly grabbed his head and pushed it back.

“Just like that, stay still.”

At the commanding tone, Nam Gyeonhwa, though his expression was blunt, did as he was told, lifting his chin to look up at Na Taebeom. Cold, yet unhesitating, obedience. Spurred by that strange gap, Na Taebeom pressed his penis against the haughty lower eyelids that were looking up at him and tapped it slowly. Each time the exposed head touched and pulled away from his cheek, sticky precum beaded on his reddish cheek. He slowly pressed his penis along the round cheekbone to the tip of his ear and lazily rubbed the glans against his ear canal. His downcast eyes glinted fiercely each time the wet hair brushed against his penis.

The penis traveled down past his ear and along the side of his neck, then rubbed roughly against the space between his shoulder and neck. Just as his growling breaths became violent, Na Taebeom straightened his back and thrust his body hard. Thick semen shot out from the open urethra, covering Nam Gyeonhwa’s face.

While letting out ragged breaths, Na Taebeom rolled his downcast eyes and examined Nam Gyeonhwa’s face. Just as he had been told to stay still, Nam Gyeonhwa’s expression was no different from before, but his face, covered in semen from his slightly reddened eyes to his lips and chin, looked like a neatly packaged piece of obscenity. Admiring the ecstatically lewd sight, he let out a laugh as if he was dumbfounded.

“Fucking hot.”