HH | Chapter 2.3

“All right. Then give it a try.”

Eunil was surprised by Leehyup’s permission. If that was the case, he steeled himself anew to put everything he had into massaging those shoulders.

“Yes. This is my first time massaging someone else’s shoulders… if it feels uncomfortable, just say so.”

“…Sure.”

The corner of Leehyup’s mouth lifted faintly, and Eunil thought he was barely doing it. That was how stiff Eunil’s movements were.

Eunil slid his hands in between the backrest and massaged the trapezius muscles. The clear contours, visible even through the clothes, hinted at a good body, but the heft his hands felt was much firmer and thicker. In another sense, it seemed barely adequate.

His fingertips could not sink in well, so it did not seem like it would feel very good. Rather than good, it might just feel like pinching, and Eunil was starting to sweat. He pressed hard where the trapezius met the upper arm, careful not to let his hands slip off the elasticity.

“Is it okay?”

“…Feels good.”

He had asked if it hurt. But Leehyup gave a surprising answer and let out a languid breath through his nose, as if it was not a lie. Eunil shifted to massage the other shoulder. On this side, the smooth, springy skin was fully felt through his palm along the tilted neckline. For some reason, the fingertips pressing into the muscle tickled.

“Do you want me to do your legs too?”

Leehyup, who had been receiving the massage in silence, said that. Eunil parted his lips, then bit them shut. Can I? That was what had piled up inside his mouth in a rush. Can he do that? As if it were some blessing he had been waiting for. As if he were being honored. Amused, a laugh slipped out, and at the sound Leehyup slowly opened his eyes.

“You don’t like it?”

“No, I do. I’ll do it.”

The silhouette rising sharply beneath the sweatpants was so distinct that even without touching him, its size and outline made the texture feel obvious. Eunil’s eyes drifted down to his own legs beneath his shorts without him realizing.

Were they a little thin? Maybe they only looked that way because of his skin tone. Still, people did say he had a good figure, but looking at it like this, it seemed more like a joke than a compliment.

“What are you doing?”

“Ah, sorry.”

Eunil sat down in front of Leehyup’s legs. Then the knee-length shorts rode up in a flash, exposing pale thighs, and Eunil quickly adjusted his own pants, comparing them against Leehyup’s bronze skin.

He knelt and massaged the calves. These were no different from the shoulders, hard as stone, so he had to put force into his hands. He heard a low breath coming from Leehyup’s side.

It sounded quite satisfied, which made him suddenly more confident, and Eunil rounded Leehyup’s thick kneecap before moving his hands up to the thighs. The next instant, the muscle forming the mound tightened. It filled Eunil’s palm with heat.

Eunil was leaning his upper body in to massage the other thigh when Leehyup straightened his torso from the backrest and, in one motion, tossed off his top. Leaving Eunil confused in front of the carved, contoured naked torso, a large hand now slid into the waistband of his pants.

Was he trying to gather himself? As if mocking that plain thought, the hand inside his pants lifted the knuckles, swelling the front of the trousers. The center of a man. There was a reason the front was bulging. Leehyup was rubbing it with his own hand.

Eunil tried to pretend not to notice and keep massaging, but Leehyup would not let him keep doing that. It was because Leehyup pulled his own cock out through the pants. In contrast to the large, thick-knuckled hand, the rising penis was monstrously ugly and ferociously huge.

“Why.”

“Ah, ah!”

Only then did Eunil realize he had been staring too much. “No, I’m not.” He quickly looked away and rushed to his feet, grabbing the tray and glass from the desk and standing in front of the sink.

The open layout, with no separation between living room and rooms, which he had liked because it made cleaning easier, now felt impossibly inconvenient. Even while he washed dishes in clean gloves, his eyes kept finding Leehyup as if there was no choice. Low breaths filled the wide space without restraint.

Leehyup kept leaning back and stroking himself. He dropped his feet from the footrest, spread his legs, and shook his arm-thick cock. Without the slightest shame. As if Eunil’s existence could not even count as a shadow.

“Tissue.”

Because he had been stealthily watching so closely, he could make out the words spoken through Leehyup’s panting breath. Eunil opened a drawer and brought over wet wipes, but Leehyup did not stop even though Eunil was standing right in front of him, staring.

If anything, his hand rubbed his cock even faster, as if he were seconds from finishing. The neat brows were wrinkled as much as they could be. His handsome lips parted slightly, then a low, pressed sound burst out.

“Khh, kuh!”

Leehyup came. From the reddened head, a pale fluid spilled out like a backflow and fell onto the fist gripping it. Leehyup used it to wet his hand, then slowly stroked upward. Even at a glance, the large amount of semen still coated the upright shaft with a glossy sheen.

Eunil wore an expression that suppressed his agitation as much as he could, but he could not help being startled by the sight, and the strength left his fingertips. The tissue in his hand dropped to the floor, and just as he bent to pick it up in a hurry, a wet, slapping texture hit Eunil’s eyelid.

He squeezed his eyes shut, then blinked them open. The pale stringy stuff in his vision could not have been anything else. And Leehyup had confirmed it, so there was no reason to hide the dazed look on his face.

“Some of the cum splashed that far. Sorry.”

“Ah… yes. Yes.”

He quickly took the tissue Leehyup held out with a face that did not seem especially sorry. He rubbed his eyes hard, but the smell that stabbed at the tip of his nose was too strong to disappear easily.

As another man, he knew this was an unavoidable situation, so it was hard to take offense. If he had taken the tissue first, no, if Leehyup had not masturbated in front of him, this would never have happened anyway, so there was no point in arguing.

“It’s fine. It was because I dropped the wet wipes, after all.”

“I’m glad you think that.”

Leehyup said that too without sounding particularly grateful, then cleaned off his cock and tucked it back into his pants. There were small dotted stains where semen had splattered on the pants as well.

Tsk.

Leehyup clicked his tongue lightly and brushed at it with his fingertips. Then he stripped off his underwear, pants, and top all at once, revealing a perfect naked body that would not be out of place even on a statue.

“Run a bath.”

He said that, and as he walked toward the kitchen, his limp cock swayed. Even so, it seemed bigger than what Eunil had erected himself, and Eunil felt a strange sense of awe. The thick patch of pubic hair was something he always longed for. Maybe that was even more enviable than the size.

Leehyup took juice from the refrigerator and drank it, then stood and looked at his laptop until the bathtub had filled. His utterly easy, natural behavior, as if he were alone, almost made Eunil wonder if he had actually been wearing that sort of outfit all along, and Eunil found himself growing more and more numb to it.

It was fine for men to do this. Friends even talked about how they once watched porn together and jerked off as if they were telling a nostalgic story. In his first year, one senior from the department had even brought in bee stingers from somewhere and pricked their genitals a couple of times each.

Right, that was true. Now that he thought about it, things like that had happened. Exposing intimate parts was not ordinary, but it was not something impossible or especially extraordinary either.

He had even seen men who were not masturbating, but were embarrassed because they could not keep their erection down, puffing out breath after breath to try to make it go away.

There was no need to be shaken. If he connected the dots like that, it was not something he could not do at all. Leehyup had not asked him to take anything out and show it, and it had not happened anywhere inappropriate. It was in his own house, in a perfectly private space, and he had simply performed a very private act.

Eunil found his composure that way. He tidied the desk beside the naked body and wiped the floor. He calmly handled the tasks that required moving back and forth through the space, and even after putting on the robe, he served Leehyup a simple meal without any thought of covering the center of his body.

What shattered Eunil’s composure came the following night. After finishing his part-time job at the wedding hall and coming home, after cleaning up the traces of his friend’s drunken mess from the night before, after finally feeling relaxed once the day was almost over and cracking open a can of beer, after his body and mind had grown pleasantly dull from fatigue, Leehyup’s lush, lingering hand suddenly came to mind.

Long fingers wrapped around a thick shaft, fingertips neat and tinged red. The glow in the eyes between those long eyelids, the red tip of the tongue visible through the slightly parted lips.

If you looked at each part one by one, they were all beautiful, but when they came together, the masculinity stood out. A strange face. A handsome face. And… a sexy face. Add to that the way the muscles had glimmered faintly as they bulged with each breath… It was beautiful.

Eunil heated up from just one can of beer. His stomach lurched so badly he nearly toppled over where he sat. And just then, on TV, there was a scene of a foreign actor with his top off, lying on a yacht and sunbathing. With his hazy vision, Eunil compared him to Leehyup.

Their bodies were similar… no, maybe Leehyup was a little thicker, and even if the skin tone was about the same bronze color, his looked a bit lighter… he did not have any hair on his chest….

It had been fine to fall asleep like that, but he woke up before dawn feeling uneasy. The underwear stuck damply to his skin was so cold that Eunil’s shoulders jolted. It was his first wet dream since high school. He felt like he vaguely knew what dream he had been having.