Then came the moment of confusion. They moved like one body. If Jaeyoung moved fast, Sangwoo followed the same pace. As their parts collided like hot and fierce fireworks and wet, slapping sounds emerged.
Sangwooâs eyes flashed white and a moan that couldnât possibly be imitated through smoking escaped his lips.
âThis feeling is marvelous.â
Jaeyoung grabbed Sangwooâs cheek and made him look at him (while Sangwoo was preoccupied with biting on his finger). His sweat-filled chest shook and shone in the moonlight in the aftermath of his pelvisâs movement. Tears were forming around his creased eyes. The traces left by Jaeyoung remained red on his white neck.
It was Jaeyoung, who, while roughly slamming his cock into him, still affectionately whispered in his ear, âAre you ok?â
Sangwoo wildly shook his head.
âDo you dislike it? Is it not that great?â
He shook his head again. He persistently targeted one point in order to hear his voice. He kept going without giving him a break, just so he could get what he wanted.
âHyung⌠Ughh.. Jaeyoung⌠HyungâŚâ
The moist voice was more needy than ever. Every time Jaeyoung entered and exited, he felt an inner wall that perfectly sucked in his cock and ecstatically tightened around it, as if it were made for him. How could the size and even the shape fit so well? It fit as perfectly as if they had bodies made for each other, and the pace was perfect.
âOur sexual compatibility is amazing.â
Jaeyoung reached his peak while feeling inebriated. Maybe it was because he was blinded by love, but he clung onto his lovable partner, kissed his cheek, and expressed it with his entire body. He didnât know what to do when he liked him so much.
âSangwoo. SangâŚwoo.â
It was a name that filled his mind. In this moment, Chu Sangwoo filled Jang Jaeyoung. Like a needle that couldnât pierce through, unlike it usually did. He loved the way Sangwoo gasped so much that he couldnât breathe.  The sound of him calling him hyung in an obscene voice was so good that Jaeyoung felt that he quickly wanted to climax with him, but he simultaneously thought that it would be fine if time stopped this way.
âHow do you⌠feel?â
âI canât⌠hold it inâŚâ
Sangwoo pulled Jaeyoungâs hair while looking like he was being tormented. He rubbed his chin against the nape of his neck and let out a moist voice in his ear.
âHyung⌠Ah, Jaeyoung hyungâŚâ
â⌠What, what.â
âAaah, uh. Are you far away? Is it okay if⌠Ah, I come first?â
Jaeyoung, who was filled with arousal, hit all the way into his roots at that exact moment. Sangwoo bit Jaeyoungâs ear and groaned like he was screaming in a joyful voice. As he tightened around him inside, a thunderbolt struck Jaeyoung, with white flashes in his eyes.
Fireworks exploded in his temple. A surreal sense resembling weightlessness hit Jaeyoung. At that moment, he couldnât see or hear anything. Everything just felt hot. The pleasant feeling slowly washed away after having colored Jaeyoung from head to toe. The trendline on a graph, which had reached its peak, gently fell, and the prickling feeling in his hands and feet returned.
âAh⌠Haah, haaahâŚâ
Jaeyoungâs T-shirt, which he had been wearing, as he hadnât even been able to take it off, had become stained with white and sticky liquid in the chest area.
Sangwooâs chest, which had collapsed, quickly rose and fell because of the intense exercise. The tears that had stuck to his eyes came trickling down his cheeks. Jaeyoung poured kisses on him.
âW
âLetâs stop for real this time. I feel like Iâm losing all my humanity,â Sangwoo said while shaking his wet hair with a towel.
Wildly twice on the bed, followed by in the shower, then one more time against the wall after showering. Jaeyoung had poured everything out and thought he didnât have anything left to release.
âSo. Stop attacking me.â
âYouâre funny. Why are you just blaming me when we did it together?â
Sangwoo grumbled while opening the drawer. He soon armed himself with a set of thin, striped pajamas, which until a short while ago had just been underwear. Jaeyoung quietly stared at him, approached him, and touched the reddish mark he had made on his neck with his thumb. Sangwoo threw a towel at his face in disgust.
âGo away.â
âIâm just looking.â
âI donât trust you. You also said you were only going to help me with the soap earlier.â
âOh, yeah⌠The great sage. Why did a person like him do such a thing in the bathroom? Hyung, ah, ah! Faster, faster!â
âLeave this house immediately.â
Jaeyoung laughed at those words, and Sangwoo strode back into the bathroom, squeezed toothpaste on his toothbrush and placed it in his mouth.
âGive me a toothbrush as well.â
âGo home and brush them.â
âIf I donât brush them right now, Iâll die from the filth.â
Sangwoo merely brushed his teeth while disapprovingly looking at Jaeyoung.
Jaeyoung stretched and said, âIf you donât give me one, then, meh. Iâll just brush them with yours. Does that mean anything between us?â
Sangwoo rolled his eyes while looking annoyed, opened a drawer on the shelf, and threw an unopened toothbrush package at Jaeyoung.
âThank you.â* Said in English.
Jaeyoung tore open the package and squeezed toothpaste onto it and stood next to Sangwoo and began to brush his teeth. Unlike Jaeyoung, who bent over  while holding the sink with one hand, Sangwoo stood upright. His mechanical movements were like those of a private whoâd just been deployed to a battalion. When their eyes met in the mirror, Jaeyoung playfully winked, while Sangwoo ignored it, as if he hadnât seen anything. At some point, they had reached a ânormalâ mode.
Sangwoo exited first, leaving Jaeyoung alone in the empty bathroom. Toothbrush and toothpaste, roll of toilet paper, soap, and shampoo. Nothing else. It was the first time in his life heâd seen such a simple bathroom.
Come to think of it, everything in his place was like that. There was only one chair, one rice bowl, one cup, and one spoon. Â It seemed to reveal the type of owner who rarely let other people around him.
After brushing his teeth, Jaeyoung placed his toothbrush in the toothbrush cup together with Sangwooâs toothbrush and toothpaste. After doing so, the bathroom felt less empty than before.
When he came outside, Sangwoo was cleaning the room. He removed the condoms and wrappers that had rolled onto the floor and examined the T-shirt that Jaeoyung had been wearing. The red neoprene T-shirt with geometric prints had a severely stretched neck, not to mention the stains from the sweat and semen that filled every corner.
âI need to throw it away.â
âSince Iâm partly responsible, Iâll buy you a new one,â Sangwoo said.
âItâs fine.â
âNo. Iâll compensate for the damage. Itâs worth about 20,000 won, right?â
Jaeyoungâs precious T-shirt was ten times that price and wasnât something that he could repurchase since it was a limited edition item, but he didnât say anything. Sangwoo finished cleaning and drank a glass of water while looking at Jaeyoung.
âDo you want to borrow some clothes?â
Jaeyoung only had a towel around his waist. He searched through the drawer and grabbed a pair of Sangwooâs underwear and put it on without saying a word. Last time, he had been nagged about returning what he had taken, but he didnât pay any attention this time.
âYou canât go home like that.â
âIâll leave after sleeping.â
âSays who?â Sangwoo muttered and sat down on the bed. It was almost 3 a.m., and Sangwoo was just tired, even if Jaeyoung often might go to bed late. Jaeyoung turned off the lights and snuggled into the blanket.
âReally?â
âYup.â
âBecause itâs a single bed, the maximum load isâŚâ
âIf it would break, it wouldâve broken earlier. How much did we frolic on it? Shh. Stop talking and just lie down.â
Jaeyoung forced Sangwooâs neck down and placed his head on his arm. Sangwoo blinked a few times to see what he was thinking and lay on his side as if he had resigned. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Jaeyoungâs face. His heart pounded once more as he faced the direct gaze. Why did he keep looking at him like that without falling asleep at this late hour?
Pushing his slightly damp bangs into a shape that he liked, Jaeyoung said, âSangwoo.â
âYes?â
âWhat are you thinking of?â
ââŚâ
âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about at this point. Just tell me.â
Sangwoo looked embarrassed and kept his mouth shut for a long time. After calmly waiting, he hugged Jaeyoungâs waist and snuggled into his arms. Jaeyoungâs heart leaped at the action. Jaeyoung raised his hand and hugged the back of Sangwooâs head carefully.
âI didnât know I was this kind of person,â Sangwoo said while deepening his hug.
âThis kind of⌠preference?â
âIâve never felt this much pleasure, so Iâm scared. I also think it wouldâve been better if I didnât know the man.â
Jaeyoungâs expression changed into a cynical one. It wasnât Jang Jaeyoung but man. Did he have to say something that completely woke him up at such a nice time? But the disappointment was meaningless. Chu Sangwoo would never know what he did wrong or what the problem was.