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While the content seemed to convey a contemptuous attitude, the tone was different. Unbeknownst to Yoon Moo-hwa, his tone was affectionate. Like fine chocolate, it had a slightly bitter aftertaste.

After barely managing to remove all the wet clothes, he carefully pushed Haero into the bathtub. However, perhaps because the bathtub was too large, being sized for Yoon Moo-hwa’s body, the thin body slipped and splashed into the water with a plop.

Astonishment could wait; he immediately grabbed and pulled Haero out. Having given Yoon Moo-hwa a fright, Haero was still sound asleep. His innocent appearance was so disarming that it made the observer’s heart ache.

Swallowing a sigh, Yoon Moo-hwa finally undressed himself. After barely removing his uniform with one hand, he entered the bathtub while holding Haero. Haero nuzzled his cheek against Yoon Moo-hwa’s chest, perhaps because it was warm or firm.

“Haero, you’re not awake, are you?” Yoon Moo-hwa asked quietly, but there was no answer. Unlike his gentle voice, his expression was rather dark. He looked dangerous rather than gloomy.

Only small purring noises could be heard.

Fatigue suddenly washed over him. Yoon Moo-hwa held Haero with one arm and rested his head back, draping the other arm over the edge of the tub.

The sensation in his hands felt unreal. Although the warmth and feeling were vivid, the situation was unbelievable.

He felt overwhelmed, wondering if this wasn’t the first time Haero had come to his house drunk.

Then his chest felt ticklish. Glancing down, he saw that Haero’s eyelashes, which had been touching the chin pressed close to his face, were tickling Yoon Moo-hwa’s chest.

Haero slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head, resting his chin on Yoon Moo-hwa’s chest. 

Yoon Moo-hwa unconsciously covered his eyes with his hand and muttered, “You seem used to waking up naked in someone else’s arms?”

He deliberately lowered his voice. He didn’t know why he was doing such a childish thing in front of a drunk person, but it seemed he wanted some kind of confirmation.

“…”

“It’s troublesome if you get drunk often, and even more troublesome if you do this every time you’re drunk. What should I do? Should I just ignore what you said and keep you locked up here? Hm?”

“…”

He had said not to look for him. He said he would come looking for himself. It wasn’t a promise sealed with pinky fingers, but Yoon Moo-hwa hadn’t forgotten those words. No, he hadn’t forgotten anything Haero had said, anything they had done together.

“…Yoon Moo-hwa?”

A slurred voice was heard. Only then did Yoon Moo-hwa slightly lift his hand and lower his gaze.

“Who else did you think it was?”

“Wow… it’s you, hyung.” Haero grinned and wrapped his jellyfish-like arms around Yoon Moo-hwa’s waist. 

Yoon Moo-hwa was surprised and tensed up. Him, of all people.

“It’s you, hyung…. You’re especially warm today.”

How should he scold that innocently smiling face? Unable to take his eyes off the hazy pupils, he pressed again in a stern voice, “I asked you. If this happens every time. If you’re used to waking up naked in someone else’s arms.”

But instead of answering, Haero kept muttering, “It’s Hyung, it’s Yoon Moo-hwa, it’s mine.”

The boldness with which he claimed “It’s mine” was nonchalant. Yoon Moo-hwa closed his mouth. The masseter muscle to the sternocleidomastoid below it tensed slightly before relaxing.

“Haero.”

At the soft voice calling him, Haero, who was about to drift off again, opened his eyes.

He looked at Yoon Moo-hwa with drowsy eyes, then suddenly turned his body to sit facing him completely. He spread his legs and shifted to adjust his position. While Yoon Moo-hwa didn’t stop Haero’s actions, his heavy dick between his legs was fully erect. It had been swollen from the start.

It’s because he’s tired. Even though he knew how ridiculous an excuse that was.

Before he could tell him to move, Haero grabbed Yoon Moo-hwa’s dick. There was no hesitation in that touch. It even seemed very familiar. 

Yoon Moo-hwa, who had tilted his head back slightly with a short sigh, grabbed the back of Haero’s head. His masseter muscle tensed and relaxed. 

Yoon Moo-hwa, with dark eyes, whispered in a sweet voice, “Why are you so familiar with this, hm?”

Haero, looking dazed, moved his lips, “Well… because I’ve done it a lot.”

“With whom? Hm? Haero, with whom?” Yoon Moo-hwa coaxed Haero. 

He was like a beast with its jaws wide open. 

Haero wasn’t scared at all. Instead, he tilted his head to rub his cheek against Yoon Moo-hwa’s forearm and muttered, “With you, hyung…”

At that moment, when the stunned Yoon Moo-hwa loosened his grip on Haero’s hair, Haero moved his hips to press his body closer and grasped both Yoon Moo-hwa’s dick and his own together.

“Hah.”

Haero laughed as if extremely happy. 

Is this when the expression “clear smile” is appropriate? 

Absurd. There was a cracking sound from Yoon Moo-hwa’s hand. It was because his hand slipped while gripping the edge of the bathtub tightly.

Unlike Haero’s memory of an experience that Yoon Moo-hwa didn’t know about, Haero’s hip movements were incredibly clumsy. Yoon Moo-hwa applied force as if the ceramic bathtub would break.

Haero began to masturbate with pitifully awkward hip movements.

Only he was enjoying himself. For Yoon Moo-hwa, it was just painful. He had suppressed his sexual desire for too long and had been defiling Haero for too long. And he was dumbfounded that this was the extent of what Haero claimed to have done many times.

He had also done it with Haero many times. But the contact between the two in his secret imagination was not like this childish play. 

‘Do you know what things I’ve done to you?’

Impulsively, Yoon Moo-hwa raised his hand and grabbed Haero’s waist.

His firm thumb touched Haero’s navel area. When he pressed down gently, Haero’s eyes flew open and he jumped slightly.

“Press harder.”

Yoon Moo-hwa held Haero so he couldn’t escape and pulled him closer.

Their dicks pressed against each other. Yoon Moo-hwa pressed down on Haero’s back, making their chests touch. Their stomachs touched too. In the narrowed gap between them, the two dicks began to rub against each other with a squelching sound.

At some point, it wasn’t Haero moving anymore. Yoon Moo-hwa was moving Haero.

Haero was rubbing his nipples against Yoon Moo-hwa’s chest. It was unbelievable. The whimpering sounds, those playful body movements – Yoon Moo-hwa was getting incredibly aroused.

The lock was broken, and there was no way to stop the water from leaking. It was about to burst. A small hole can sink a ship. Haero could sink Yoon Moo-hwa.

Yoon Moo-hwa stared intently at Haero’s face. He would never know what his own expression looked like, what his eyes looked like. Even Haero should have known, but unfortunately, he was in a drunken state.

News reported about the exclusive attitude towards promotions of former pirates and the discrimination that took place behind closed doors. Haero drank alcohol without restraint. It was the first time since breaking up with Yoon Moo-hwa. The reason for drinking was always Yoon Moo-hwa, Yoon Moo-hwa, Yoon Moo-hwa. This time was no different.

So it was natural for him to appear in the dream. Haero rubbed bodies with Yoon Moo-hwa without doubt. Although he seemed rougher than usual and his touch seemed stronger, that was good too. Too good. Today was such a sad and upsetting day. That’s why he wanted to be swept away like this.

With his eyes closed, he didn’t know how Yoon Moo-hwa was looking at him. He should have seen Yoon Moo-hwa’s gaze, staring at him intently as if entranced.

Yoon Moo-hwa, examining every corner of Haero, had the attitude of a believer looking at a religious painting. Haero repeatedly grasped and released Yoon Moo-hwa’s head. Before long, the large hand fumbled its way towards Haero’s buttocks.

“Why are you so small? Huh? You said you’ve grown up…” Yoon Moo-hwa muttered impatiently. 

As if Haero would grow more if he said so. His voice was urgent. He showed no composure. As he grasped and released Haero’s buttocks, Haero wiggled his hips, trying to make Yoon Moo-hwa’s fingertips touch his entrance.

“Ah, can’t you put it in? Ah… like usual…”

“Usual? What do you usually do? Haero, you’ve done this with me, right? If you usually do this with someone else….”

‘If you do, what would I do?’

He had already inserted the chip without asking for consent. Haero has a limited social circle. 

‘Moreover, most of them are people I know. It’s unlikely he made new friends. If I keep him here, things become simple. It’s not official quarters, so no one knows…. 

And again, like before, eating breakfast together, talking together, you needing me and me needing you, like brothers….

There’s no way we could go back to those times, is there?’

Yoon Moo-hwa faced his dark inner thoughts, his heart that had finally been exposed to the bottom. As soon as he discovered it, he didn’t want to let Haero go anywhere, driven by the erupting desire.

But while that might satisfy him, it wouldn’t satisfy Haero. He knew that choice wouldn’t end up satisfying either of them. He had to wait. Until Haero came to him directly. That was the task Haero had given him. 

So he thoroughly hid it and whispered, “If you’ve done this, your brother would be very upset…”

He could hide it as much as needed. Because Haero didn’t come to keep the promise in his right mind. 

‘But when you’re in your right mind, if you come to me on your own feet as you said… If you still chase after me then….’

“Finger, hnn, put it in. Ah, no, not that. Something bigger…. Hyung, put your penis in.” Haero muttered desperately.

‘Penis.’

Yoon Moo-hwa couldn’t help but laugh at that uninteresting word. He blushed to the roots of his hair at Haero’s brazen yet clumsy begging, shamelessly asking for it. If he threw properly lewd talk when he was really in his right mind, he might climax just from the words alone.

The polite manners he had maintained all this time disappeared like Haero’s intoxicated mind.