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Beyond the large window in the bathroom, wind and rain continued to rage. Neither of them heard the sound at all. The water in the bathtub kept sloshing. Before long, Yoon Moo-hwa’s fingers were inside Haero. 

His index finger meticulously circled and rubbed Haero’s entrance, smoothing out each fold as if spreading it. When he inserted his finger deeper and tapped with his fingernail, Haero jumped and bounced. The spot where Haero felt pleasure was shallower than expected. It was troublesome.

“When will you come looking for your brother?” Yoon Moo-hwa asked, exercising maximum patience to avoid leaving marks on Haero’s body. “When will you come, Haero… huh?”

The feigned indifference of three years, the desire suppressed for three years, had grown even more abnormally. Yoon Moo-hwa could hardly bear the urge to suck Haero’s chest. 

His mouth watered. “How long should I wait, brother?”

“Hah, it feels good. Good, hyung… Ah! There, there, just a little more, rub there more… Ah!”

Yoon Moo-hwa suddenly pulled out his fingers. For three years, no, perhaps longer, perhaps for a lifetime, he had endured. He lifted Haero and turned him to sit. After making his back visible, he started sucking intensely from just below the round bone where the spine begins. Simultaneously, he stroked Haero’s dick while his other hand fumbled at the entrance.

“Brother… put your penis in…”

“Say ‘cock’.”

“C-cock…” Haero started to sniffle. 

Yoon Moo-hwa was about to burst into laughter but was dumbfounded when he heard “Put that in…”

“You bled last time we did that.”

‘It’s good I didn’t come here drunk.’

Yoon Moo-hwa was completely sober, which made him even crazier. Instead of the flesh Haero was seeking, he started tapping inside Haero with his index and middle fingers as if drumming. If he didn’t control his strength, there would be bruises from the perineum to the flesh under the buttocks.

Haero’s legs started to flail. Yoon Moo-hwa, undeterred, sucked on the parts that would be barely covered by a T-shirt.

It was an obsessiveness that made all his previous rejections, distancing, and endurance seem meaningless.

Haero brought his legs tightly together as if trying to rub his thighs against each other. Still, he couldn’t stop Yoon Moo-hwa’s hands. Gradually, the strength left his legs and his knees parted.

“Hnng, hnnnng…”

Haero, who had been moaning continuously as if unable to control his jaw, suddenly threw his head back. His chest thrust forward and his legs stretched out long. From the tip of Haero’s dick, which had risen above the water surface due to his excited lower body, semen burst out in drops.

Reaching back to grab Yoon Moo-hwa’s neck, Haero finally couldn’t withstand the intense pleasure and scratched at the skin he could reach. A long horizontal nail mark was left on the nape, but Yoon Moo-hwa paid no attention and only continued to grip and shake Haero’s dick.

As Haero, who had been trembling, dropped his body from exhaustion, Yoon Moo-hwa now gripped his own.

He placed his dick along the path between Haero’s spine and buttocks, rubbing it up roughly. It was a somewhat rougher and cruder touch, quite different from when he was leading Haero to climax.

Haero shuddered at the weight and sensation of the flesh rising from his tailbone. Yoon Moo-hwa’s pubic hair also rubbed roughly between the cleft of his buttocks. Every time Haero twitched, Yoon Moo-hwa felt as if a very small tongue was teasingly licking his dick and then moving away.

“Kuh… huh.”

Yoon Moo-hwa let out a rough groan and buried his forehead in Haero’s shoulder.

Thanks to this, the nail marks left on the exposed back of his neck were bright red.

Haero, who had been blinking slowly as if momentarily awake, slowly dropped his arms, unable to overcome the weight of his flickering eyelids, and was swept back into a deep sleep.

Yoon Moo-hwa’s dick was still erect. He took rough breaths at the insane pleasure that he had experienced for the first time in a long time and that couldn’t be compared to anything in his entire life. He rubbed his forehead against Haero’s shoulder. His lips were very wet. He made a wet sound, lifted his head, readjusted Haero, and grabbed his still erect dick again.

Along with the sound of splashing water, there was a squelching sound.

Outside, the rain and wind were still blowing, and small branches and leaves flying from somewhere were hitting the windows of Yoon Moo-hwa’s house.

It felt like they were the only two left in the world.

The bathtub was a small boat.

It was a small cave where no one could enter without their permission.

***

Yoon Moo-hwa meticulously cleaned Haero. Every visible part of his body was spotless, without a single red or chafed area, but his back was a mess. Haero would never know unless someone told him. Even if they did, it wouldn’t matter.

Yoon Moo-hwa lifted Haero’s hand and carefully cleaned each finger, then stared blankly at the bracelet on his wrist.

It still sparkled like new, as if it had been well taken care of.

He shook his head self-deprecatingly at the very plain design.

If he really wanted to hide it, he shouldn’t have given him something like this at all.

It wasn’t just a bracelet. It was something Yoon Moo-hwa had given him, filled with desires and wants he hadn’t even realized himself, things he had tried so hard to keep locked away. Knowing that he was hiding it because he wasn’t proud of it.

In the meantime, Yoon Moo-hwa brought Haero’s clothes, which he had washed and dried, helped him put them on, and dried his hair. Haero was in such a deep sleep that he wouldn’t have known if Yoon Moo-hwa had carried him away.

He put Haero in the car and headed to Haero’s house. Just in case, he sprayed deodorant to eliminate any scent of his perfume or the car, and arrived in front of the small rooftop room where Haero lived.

Yoon Moo-hwa, holding Haero in his arms, looked up at the place and climbed the stairs effortlessly, as if he were going up to his own house, reaching the door in one go.

He opened the door using Haero’s biometric information, looked around the very small interior, and took a deep breath.

It smelled like young leaves. It was Haero’s scent. He could also faintly smell the soap that was sold in bundles at the market. In fact, he liked the smell of this kind of soap.

After laying Haero on the bed and tucking him in, he rinsed a few cups in the sink and went back to Haero.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and the old mattress creaked. He reached out and smoothed Haero’s hair, then quietly asked, “When are you coming to find me?”

“……”

“If you chase after me, I’ll have no choice but to let you catch me.”

It was a cowardly thing to say.

But Yoon Moo-hwa also thought he was punishing himself in a way, so he compromised, thinking this much complaining was okay. Because Yoon Moo-hwa had pushed Haero away, he couldn’t approach him first. He had to wait for Haero to come. 

‘But if you come…’

It was only 10 years. Saying it was 10 years, the time they had spent together in between would be much less. The four-year absence was far more overwhelming than that time, but Haero’s existence had become so natural to him at some point that Yoon Moo-hwa had become incomplete for the first time since that day.

Yoon Moo-hwa smiled bitterly. “Hyung is clumsy because he’s never done this before. Haero, teach me.”

“……”

“If you… chase after me to the end.” Yoon Moo-hwa closed his mouth.

“You said you were afraid of me growing up.”

‘Yeah. I’m afraid of you being young. I’m worried that you have so much time ahead of you. You’ll have so many opportunities in front of you. I know I have to respect that, but at the same time, I want to take away and monopolize all your opportunities. I want to cover your eyes and steal your choices from you. I don’t want to be your first love. I don’t want it to end with a first step that promises a next time.

Hyung is like this. In fact, I’m more cowardly than you, and I shamelessly deceive you while pretending to be honest. But that was the biggest consideration I could give you, and the most mature choice. But it’s also your fault, Haero. If you knew your life was precious, you shouldn’t have chosen my house after getting drunk two years later. Even if I already know your location inside and out.

So, after doing this much, haven’t I done enough for you?’

“This is childish, really childish.” Yoon Moo-hwa, feeling self-pity, slowly got up.

The choice was Haero’s.

It had been that way from the beginning. Haero was the one who could decide whether to save him or not, whether to pick him up or throw him away. Yoon Moo-hwa’s only duty and right was to wait.

The only trace he left behind was the empty sink. As he left the quiet rooftop room filled only with Haero’s breathing, he registered his biometric information on Haero’s door lock, which he had unlocked. Then, without leaving a trace, he left the house. His consideration always took the form of deception.

Haero, who woke up from his sleep, remembered nothing. It was one of his bad habits. He forgot the time he was drunk again and thought he had cleaned the empty sink himself, not thinking much of it.

And he spent that day suffering from a hangover, and all the other days without a hangover, thinking about Yoon Moo-hwa.

Yoon Moo-hwa didn’t wonder if he would think of him. That wasn’t important. Because he would go find him anyway. 
Wherever he was, he would meet him.