“What?”
“Show me how you do it alone. I’ve never seen you do it.”
“Are you a pervert?”
“Not as much as someone who wants to do it four times.”
Why is he so fixated on four? We should do as much as we can.
“Are you tired? Sick? I don’t really want to do it.”
Realizing that I hadn’t been considerate enough of him, I pulled Yeon Woojeong’s hand and kissed his palm. He laughed, twitching his fingertips.
“Mr. Kim Jiho, who doesn’t really want to do it. Show me how you do it alone.”
He tugged on my hand, kissed my wrist, and whispered. I caught a glimpse of anticipation in his upturned eyes, along with a twinkle of laughter.
I wondered why I should do such a thing, but I also wondered if there was anything I couldn’t do when Yeon Woojeong was so eager in urging me to do it. As if sensing my hesitation, he pressed his lips to all five of my fingers.
It felt like time was slowing down.
“Take it easy, it’s just a warm up.”
The sly whisper led my hand to move. With my left hand, the one not held by him, I slowly grabbed my penis. Somehow, it felt stranger for me to touch mine than for him to touch mine. I looked up at Yeon Woojeong and slowly stroked the cock in my hand up and down.
Was it because he was watching? The heat seemed to rise faster in my body. I closed my mouth and stifled a gasp as I worked my hand. It was slippery from the gel, making a wet sound with every movement. Somehow, that made my face feel even hotter. Yeon Woojeong’s eyes alternated between my face and my penis.
The smile faded from Yeon Woojeong’s face. He was now staring at me, completely expressionless. I felt goosebumps rise as I made contact with his dark eyes. He furrowed his brow and cocked his head. I can tell that he wants to put my thing in.
“Ah…”
I let out a sound I couldn’t control. The first time I masturbated was not a pleasant memory for me, but was it because I had Yeon Woojeong in front of me? A pleasant heat burned my body.
Ahh. I didn’t care even if I didn’t put it in. I just wanted to touch him, to rub against his body. The thought led me on, and my lips slowly parted.
Suddenly, Yeon Woojeong leapt at me and kissed me on the lips. My body fell backward, unable to overcome his weight. His hot breath poured into me.
***
The sound of rain woke me up. We gave up the room with the big bed and fell asleep together on a large sofa, which made it easier to hear the raindrops hitting the wide window.
There was only one room on the second floor, and the bed was a mess, so we came downstairs and washed up. Afterward, Yeon Woojeong didn’t want to go into the room and lay down on the sofa. I tried to move him to the bed, but he asked if I liked the fireplace and suggested sleeping here, so I brought a blanket and lay down with him.
The sofa was soft, so it wasn’t much different from sleeping on a bed. In fact, I liked that it was narrower than a bed, so I could snuggle up to Yeon Woojeong.
In my arms was Yeon Woojeong, and in front of him was a fireplace glowing red. I gently lifted my head and looked up. The grass was wet from the pouring rain.
I wondered if the forecast said it was going to rain. I didn’t hear it. If the rain didn’t stop soon enough, we’d be out of schedule for the day. But still, it wasn’t bad. We could always come back another time. For today, I didn’t mind just being stuck here with Yeon Woojeong.
Yeon Woojeong’s breathing seeped through the patter of the rain. I saw Yeon Woojeong sleeping with his eyes tightly closed. The sight of his face made my heart grow heavy.
I hugged him tight.
“Yeon Woojeong.”
I whispered his name to myself. I liked his name, the way it sounded, all those round letters in his name.
“Yeon Woojeong.”
Just calling his name made me feel like I had everything. My chest stung as if a grasshopper had gotten into it.
“Yeon…”
His eyelids fluttered open. I stiffened in surprise. His eyes flickered to mine.
“Why don’t you just call me by name daily?”
His dazed eyes smiled. My ears felt hot. I closed my mouth, looking at the fireplace, and then said.
“It’s raining.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. We can’t go outside.”
He stirred and turned to face me. I gently stroked his back.
“We can just use an umbrella.”
“You’re tired, right? I don’t think it’s bad to just stay like this.”
A small smile tugged at the corners of Yeon Woojeong’s lips. He lifted his hand to stroke my cheek, then turned his head to look out the window.
“It’s raining a lot.”
“Yeah.”
He slowly pushed himself up and sat down. I followed suit and wrapped the blanket around his body. Yeon Woojeong leaned his back against my chest and looked out the window.
His body was warm. There was a faint scent on the nape of his neck, probably from the new shower products he’d bought when he’d gotten here. It was when I breathed it in.
“Jiho.”
“Mhm?”
“Around the middle of next month, that man will hear his first trial.”
Yeon Woojeong didn’t continue immediately, but waited for me. I buried my nose in the nape of his neck, then lifted my head. The sound of rain drummed on the spacious living room.
He didn’t call that man my father. Still, I could tell at once. I rested my chin on Yeon Woojeong’s shoulder and wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Do you want to… see it or know the results?”
I blinked slowly. Well. I didn’t want to know how that man would fall into the pit. I wasn’t afraid of the outcome. What mattered was that man would fall somehow, and Yeon Woojeong was my only family.
I shook my head. His hand slipped out from under the blanket and squeezed my fingertips.
“I see.”
There was a cracking sound coming from the fireplace. On top of it was the rain sound. Also, the warmth in my arms.
Yeon Woojeong lay down again and pulled me to him. He cradled my head and patted my back. Feeling his touch, I closed my eyes. I felt peaceful.