Chapter 73: A Sticky Proposition

‘This isn’t some tale of separated lovers,’ Sa-yoon thought, finding the serious atmosphere utterly ridiculous. He chuckled, then playfully slapped Han Do-hoon’s back before pulling away.

Han Do-hoon, who had been nodding in agreement with Sa-yoon’s words, hesitated for a moment before asking again.

“…Are you truly not coming to the battlefield?”

It seemed a certain affection had blossomed between them. The fact that Han Do-hoon asking again about something he’d already refused felt more pitiful than annoying was telling.

“Even for a short while would be fine. I’d like to be with you just for the special response period.”

“How long would that be?”

“Three months at most. We plan to lift the state of emergency after a concentrated response.”

Three months. It was a period that could be considered long or short. Sa-yoon, who had firmly decided not to go, pondered for a moment. In truth, he didn’t want to part with Han Do-hoon just yet.

‘Perhaps that duration wouldn’t be so bad. Would anything go wrong if I were away for such a short time?’

“Then I’ll think about it. Just think. Don’t get your hopes up too high.”

“Thank you.”

Han Do-hoon pulled Sa-yoon into a tight embrace. Sa-yoon gave an awkward laugh at what sounded like an affirmative answer, then extricated himself from Han Do-hoon’s arms.

“That’s enough. It’s not like we’re filming a melodrama. This sudden change is making me blush.”

If anything, Sa-yoon and Han Do-hoon’s genre was less melodrama or romance and more like a documentary or an ensemble drama. They were the kind of people who lived their own lives, occasionally met, and then parted ways again.

Such a serious atmosphere simply didn’t suit them.

“Just act like normal. I’ll look into it, and if I feel like it, I’ll go to the battlefield. If not, we’ll just continue as we are now. Like ourselves.”

“I see.”

Han Do-hoon smiled with a light expression, mirroring Sa-yoon’s unburdened grin.

“Then, as Sa-yoon said, let’s act like ourselves.”

Han Do-hoon pulled a card key from his pocket. It bore the same logo as the one on the hotel sign.

“You’re certainly well-prepared.”

Sa-yoon wondered when he’d even managed to book the room. He drained the remaining alcohol, finishing the glass cleanly, and stood up.

****

Playfully, the hotel room Han Do-hoon had booked was the very same one where Sa-yoon had first become intimate with him. Opening the door to the suite, which occupied the entire top floor, Sa-yoon burst into laughter.

“It’s been a while since we were here.”

“I missed it.”

Han Do-hoon embraced Sa-yoon from behind. Whether it was the room or Sa-yoon himself that he missed was unclear, but the warmth of his body pressed against Sa-yoon’s back was scorching.

“The bathroom here is spacious enough for us to shower together.”

“Just shower?”

“If that’s what Sa-yoon desires, then so be it.”

It certainly wouldn’t end with just a shower. It was impossible for nothing to happen when two people, who had tangled together countless times, stripped and bathed together. Sa-yoon, aware of Han Do-hoon’s sly intentions, nodded.

As expected, Han Do-hoon lunged at Sa-yoon the moment he began to shed his clothes. Hot water streamed into the bathtub, and amidst the rushing sound of the water, the wet, sticky sounds of their bodies intertwining echoed.

A faint strawberry scent wafted through the bathroom. It seemed to be from the bath bomb Han Do-hoon had poured in while running the water.

Their lips parted, and their tongues tangled. They indulged in stroking and exploring each other’s skin, moist with steam.

“Haa, haa.”

The high humidity naturally made their breathing ragged. Sa-yoon’s palm met Han Do-hoon’s chest, which was as slick as his own. The movement of his tensing muscles, wherever they touched, was beautiful.

Entranced by the soft bathroom lighting, Sa-yoon gazed at Han Do-hoon as if under a spell. Han Do-hoon was no different; his eyes, backlit by the glow, sparkled with undisguised desire.

“You’re beautiful.”

As he spoke, Han Do-hoon ran his hand over Sa-yoon’s stomach. Noticing a different texture than usual, Sa-yoon looked down to see his body glistening with gel. Han Do-hoon’s hands, slick with the sticky gel, explored Sa-yoon’s form.

His hand moved unhesitatingly, sweeping over Sa-yoon’s neck, collarbone, and armpits, then down to the center of his chest. Han Do-hoon’s fingers brushed against his nipples, slightly raised with arousal.

When Sa-yoon flinched, Han Do-hoon pinched both breasts with his fingertips. The small nubs kept slipping away from his grasp due to the gel.

“Ugh….”

It was a strange sensation. His lower abdomen throbbed even as his chest was being teased. Han Do-hoon kissed his reddening eyelids, then picked up the entire bottle of gel and poured it over Sa-yoon’s body. His slick form, as if oiled, was trapped and held still between the bathtub and Han Do-hoon.

Even when he tried to brace himself against the bottom or move his thighs, his slippery body refused to obey. Just as he thought, ‘This might be a little dangerous,’ Han Do-hoon lifted Sa-yoon’s thighs onto his shoulders and slid his hand between them. Han Do-hoon’s fingers, which had been gripping and stimulating the shaft below his genitals, invaded him without warning.

His body, already thoroughly lubricated with gel at the entrance, accepted the fingers without any resistance. As Sa-yoon trembled, Han Do-hoon’s other hand stroked the front, as if to reassure him. With gel-coated fingers, he pressed and rubbed the tip of Sa-yoon’s glans.

“Hoo….”

The simultaneous sensations of penetration and frontal friction stimulated Sa-yoon’s body, causing him to exhale deeply. Even without violent movements, his toes instinctively curled. Perhaps due to the texture of the gel, his body heated up faster than usual. His hips thrashed in the air.

“Relax. It’s been a while….”

Han Do-hoon’s fingers, delving inside, increased to three. As three fingers, thicker at the knuckles than most, entered him, Sa-yoon gasped and bent his body forward. The thickness was comparable to an average person’s penis.

Han Do-hoon supported Sa-yoon’s thrashing hips and thrust his fingers. This damned man even had long fingers. They reached almost to Sa-yoon’s deepest point before withdrawing again. Sa-yoon buried his face, helplessly swaying.

He would rather tangle with Han Do-hoon; this felt even more shameful. His partner was perfectly sane and composed, while he alone struggled at the brink of climax. The soft bathroom lighting, which he had thought subtle, now felt glaringly bright before his eyes.

“Just, damn it… Hnh….”

Sa-yoon, who had desperately resisted only using fingers, finally rebelled. Even twisting his waist, he was caught by a firm hand and pulled back down, one leg already fixed on Han Do-hoon’s shoulder. Escaping was difficult due to his slippery arms.

In the narrow space remaining between the bathtub and Han Do-hoon’s massive body, Sa-yoon could only endure the teasing, squelching sensations. As the familiar climax surged, he gripped Han Do-hoon’s shoulder and bit down hard.

That was all the resistance he could manage. Han Do-hoon, offering his shoulder, intensified his movements.

“Hnn… Ah, ah….”

Semen gushed from his penis as Han Do-hoon stroked it. Embarrassingly, Han Do-hoon wiped away the semen Sa-yoon had released and lifted his body. He sat him on the edge of the tub, checked that it was about two-thirds full, and turned off the faucet.

“Let’s finish the rest in the bedroom.”

Han Do-hoon, who had been checking the water temperature, smiled slyly. ‘Is he really that happy?’ Sa-yoon wondered, his movement stopping as he put his foot into the tub.

The cloudy bathwater was different from what Sa-yoon knew. Han Do-hoon had put something in earlier, but surely not….

“This feels a bit strange.”

The sensation on his foot was sticky. It felt not like water, but like the gel that had just been poured over Sa-yoon’s body.

“It is.”

Han Do-hoon immersed the hesitant Sa-yoon in the tub. Goosebumps erupted on Sa-yoon’s skin where it met Han Do-hoon’s bare hands. It felt as if something was caressing Sa-yoon even in places Han Do-hoon wasn’t touching.

“Are we going to do it here?”

‘This might be a little dangerous,’ Sa-yoon thought. In response to his question, Han Do-hoon silently joined him in the tub.

As Han Do-hoon entered and touched Sa-yoon, thin strands of gel, like threads, fell between their skin. Sa-yoon froze, feeling as if he were buried between pudding and slime, when Han Do-hoon pulled him into an embrace.

Their bodies, pressed together, were eerily smooth. Han Do-hoon took Sa-yoon’s arm and draped it around his own neck.

As Sa-yoon clung to Han Do-hoon’s neck, his hard penis met Sa-yoon’s opening below. Soon, it slid in gently through the slightly parted gap, accompanied by the warm water.

“Ugh….”

Sa-yoon squeezed his eyes shut at the unfamiliar sensation. It was strange. His whole body felt as if it were buried in slime and being teased. As Han Do-hoon’s hips moved slowly and languidly, Sa-yoon gripped his arms, clinging tighter.

It wasn’t a pleasure that made him want to scream and thrash wildly. Every time he was deeply impaled, Sa-yoon squirmed, feeling as if he was melting from his toes up, wanting to cry.

“Hnn… Hng, ah, it feels good. Ugh….”

His mind melted into a jelly-like mess. In a floating sensation, as if suspended in air, his sexual senses were stimulated, and his entire body was aroused, making him cling to Han Do-hoon.

Han Do-hoon’s grip on Sa-yoon’s waist tightened. The bathwater sloshed, rocking with their movements.

It felt like a dream. He felt as if he was melting together with Han Do-hoon. Amidst the warm water and the rich strawberry scent vibrating all around them, Sa-yoon clung with his whole body, reaching his climax.

Han Do-hoon stroked Sa-yoon, whose eyes were glistening with tears, and kissed his forehead.

“Let’s do the rest in the bedroom.”

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