Semantic Error

“Haaaah…. Mmmh…. Ah, ah, ah! Hyung…”

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.

Sangwoo’s eyes flashed white and a moan that couldn’t possibly be imitated through smoking escaped his lips.

‘This feeling is marvelous.’

Jaeyoung grabbed Sangwoo’s 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 pelvis’s 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, “Are you ok?”

Sangwoo wildly shook his head.

“Do you dislike it? Is it not that great?”

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.

“Hyung… Ughh.. Jaeyoung… Hyung…”

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.

‘Our sexual compatibility is amazing.’

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 didn’t know what to do when he liked him so much.

“Sangwoo. Sang…woo.”

It was a name that filled his mind. In this moment, Chu Sangwoo filled Jang Jaeyoung. Like a needle that couldn’t pierce through, unlike it usually did. He loved the way Sangwoo gasped so much that he couldn’t 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.

“How do you… feel?”

“I can’t… hold it in…”

Sangwoo pulled Jaeyoung’s 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.

“Hyung… Ah, Jaeyoung hyung…”

“… What, what.”

“Aaah, uh. Are you far away? Is it okay if… Ah, I come first?”

Jaeyoung, who was filled with arousal, hit all the way into his roots at that exact moment. Sangwoo bit Jaeyoung’s 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 couldn’t 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.

“Ah… Haah, haaah…”

Jaeyoung’s T-shirt, which he had been wearing, as he hadn’t even been able to take it off, had become stained with white and sticky liquid in the chest area.

Sangwoo’s 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.

⌘W

“Let’s stop for real this time. I feel like I’m losing all my humanity,” 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 didn’t have anything left to release.

“So. Stop attacking me.”

“You’re funny. Why are you just blaming me when we did it together?”

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.

“Go away.”

“I’m just looking.”

“I don’t trust you. You also said you were only going to help me with the soap earlier.”

“Oh, yeah… The great sage. Why did a person like him do such a thing in the bathroom? Hyung, ah, ah! Faster, faster!”

“Leave this house immediately.”

Jaeyoung laughed at those words, and Sangwoo strode back into the bathroom, squeezed toothpaste on his toothbrush and placed it in his mouth.

“Give me a toothbrush as well.”

“Go home and brush them.”

“If I don’t brush them right now, I’ll die from the filth.”

Sangwoo merely brushed his teeth while disapprovingly looking at Jaeyoung.

Jaeyoung stretched and said, “If you don’t give me one, then, meh. I’ll just brush them with yours. Does that mean anything between us?”

Sangwoo rolled his eyes while looking annoyed, opened a drawer on the shelf, and threw an unopened toothbrush package at Jaeyoung.

“Thank you.”* 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 who’d just been deployed to a battalion. When their eyes met in the mirror, Jaeyoung playfully winked, while Sangwoo ignored it, as if he hadn’t seen anything. At some point, they had reached a ‘normal’ 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 he’d 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.  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 Sangwoo’s 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.

“I need to throw it away.”

“Since I’m partly responsible, I’ll buy you a new one,” Sangwoo said.

“It’s fine.”

“No. I’ll compensate for the damage. It’s worth about 20,000 won, right?”

Jaeyoung’s precious T-shirt was ten times that price and wasn’t something that he could repurchase since it was a limited edition item, but he didn’t say anything. Sangwoo finished cleaning and drank a glass of water while looking at Jaeyoung.

“Do you want to borrow some clothes?”

Jaeyoung only had a towel around his waist. He searched through the drawer and grabbed a pair of Sangwoo’s underwear and put it on without saying a word. Last time, he had been nagged about returning what he had taken, but he didn’t pay any attention this time.

“You can’t go home like that.”

“I’ll leave after sleeping.”

“Says who?” 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.

“Really?”

“Yup.”

“Because it’s a single bed, the maximum load is…”

“If it would break, it would’ve broken earlier. How much did we frolic on it? Shh. Stop talking and just lie down.”

Jaeyoung forced Sangwoo’s 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 Jaeyoung’s 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, “Sangwoo.”

“Yes?”

“What are you thinking of?”

“…”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about at this point. Just tell me.”

Sangwoo looked embarrassed and kept his mouth shut for a long time. After calmly waiting, he hugged Jaeyoung’s waist and snuggled into his arms. Jaeyoung’s heart leaped at the action. Jaeyoung raised his hand and hugged the back of Sangwoo’s head carefully.

“I didn’t know I was this kind of person,” Sangwoo said while deepening his hug.

“This kind of… preference?”

“I’ve never felt this much pleasure, so I’m scared. I also think it would’ve been better if I didn’t know the man.”

Jaeyoung’s expression changed into a cynical one. It wasn’t 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.