On Saturday afternoon, Jihong decided to clean up his apartment for the first time in a long time. However, you can't really call it cleaning. Since it is generally not inclined to leave dirt or litter behind. And before leaving, whether it was the living room or the kitchen, he returned everything to its original appearance. He learned this from childhood and retained the habit even after he began to live on his own. Therefore, except for vacuuming the visible places, I did not have to do anything else. As he walked into the bedroom to change his bedding, Jihong suddenly remembered the box of condoms in the nightstand at the head of the bed. When he took it out, he found that out of ten, there were six left.

Jihon, after thinking for a while, threw the entire box into the trash can in the bathroom. And then, after getting dressed, he headed to the pharmacy on the main street, realizing that the nearest store might not have the right size. Buying two packs of condoms of different sizes in broad daylight is not the most pleasant task. When he returned home and put them in a drawer, he felt a little strange. Jihong was more and more amazed at himself: after all, he had just thrown away an almost full pack and bought new ones, afraid that Jaekyung would notice and get upset.

"What kind of nonsense?" he muttered quietly, grinning helplessly. Never before had Jihon been so attentive, even with his lovers. Especially funny now seem his past attempts to reject Jaken so that he would quickly lose interest.

His thoughts became more and more confused. To distract himself, Jihong undressed and went to the bathroom. After the shower, he climbed onto the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV. A blank look slid over the screen, on which a replay of some show was playing.

And as soon as Jihong had time to light a cigarette, a message came from Jaekyung:

[I'll be there in ten minutes.]

In surprise, Jihon nervously checked the time: it was a little more than four, although they had agreed on six in the evening.

"What kind of obsession?" he muttered, getting up from the sofa with displeasure.

Opening all the windows for ventilation, Jihon rinsed his mouth out of habit. When he returned, the bell rang. He threw the door open, cursing quietly at himself for not using the air freshener as well.

"Don't you have an elevator in your house?" blurted out Jaekyung.

— No, I don't.

"And you always walk up to the fifth floor?"

— Of course. Do I have to fly?

Showing an extreme degree of incomprehension, Jaekyung entered the apartment.

"Think about it, the fifth floor. It's even useful, a little exercise," Jihon remarked, closing the door behind him.

"Not for me. I already devote enough time and energy to training, after which I would like to move less," Jaekyung said with a serious look, as if he was now at home, and not at a party.

Which made Jihon vaguely suspect that this guy was planning to visit him often.

As soon as Jaekyung entered the bedroom, the following comment was immediately made: "The bed is too small."

"A completely ordinary single bed.

"Very small.

"For one, it's just right.

"That's right, little one," Jaekyung repeated like a parrot. Jihong was afraid to clarify what he meant, and deliberately changed the subject: "Why did he come so early?"

"Just," Jaekyung said casually, confidently heading from the bedroom to another room.

He glanced at the shelf of boring books, and then at the laptop that sat on a small desk. And suddenly, turning to Jihong, he asked, "Hyung, where is the medal?"

"What medal?"

– Medal from the World Championships. The one you got in high school.

"Ahhh, this one.

Jihong chuckled at the unexpected mention of the award, scratching his head, "It's at my parents' in Ilsan."

"But it's yours, why did you leave it there?"

"Because they like her more than I do.

To which Jaekyung simply left the office in silence, although his face still expressed total bewilderment.

"Your house is so clean and tidy," he said, walking past the kitchen into the living room, where he sat down on the sofa.

"Really?"

— Yes. It is immediately obvious that you live here.

«... What does he think of me in general? Didn't he think I was a reveler and a lover of promiscuity?"

"Why did you choose this house? It doesn't even have an elevator."

"Because he is close to work.

And after hanging it on a hanger, Jihong continued: "And this was the only place where the owner allowed smoking indoors. He said I would just have to replace the wallpaper when I moved out."

"Just because of this?" asked Jaekyung, surprised.

"This is your "only" is very important for smokers. Plus, it's nice to smoke on the balcony here.

And, sitting next to Jaekyung, explained, "My apartment is on the top floor, and the owner lives right below me. That old man is also smoking on the balcony. In general, we both turn a blind eye to this and do not interfere with each other."

After listing all the advantages of his home, he noticed how Jaekyung's eyes narrowed, clearly not understanding. And then, as if it had just dawned on him, he added, "When did you start smoking?"

"Well, I don't know exactly. Maybe in the second year of university? I got hooked on it, drinking with the older guys from the club.

— And what is so good about smoking?

"Nothing," Jihon replied without hesitation.

"Then why do you smoke?"

— The question is to the point.

Jaekyung stared at him puzzled, as if asking what that meant.

"I think it's just an addiction," Jihon grinned wryly. "Realizing all the harmfulness, I still can't quit. So don't try, even out of curiosity."

"And I'm not going to, I hate the smell of tobacco.

"Really?" But then how do you kiss me?

When Jihong looked at him, Jaekyung immediately blurted out, "Actually, you don't smell much at all."

— It can't be.

"I'm not kidding.

With that, Jaekyung suddenly hugged Jihong by the waist and pulled him to him, almost sitting him on his lap, and then kissed him. He gently ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, and then, pulling away, said: "You see, I don't smell cigarettes at all right now."

"It's because I brushed my teeth," Jihong, confused by this turn of events, tried to speak casually to hide his embarrassment.

"Why? Wanted to kiss me?" asked Jaekyung, carefully studying Jihon's face.

Since Jihon was sitting on his lap, the guy had to look up from below. Jihon was vulnerable to such a species. Their eyes met, those clear, almost crystal brown eyes that brought him back to the distant times of ten years ago.

"Did you brush your teeth on purpose to kiss me?" repeated Jaekyung with his singular innocence, as if he already knew the answer. And without waiting for him, he again clung to Jihon's lips. With one hand he held him behind his back, and with the other he gently stroked his cheek.

Jaekyung, who used to blush from just one light kiss that looked like a peckle, now kisses so masterfully, intertwining their tongues.

— What else did you do?

"What... What do you mean?

"What else were you doing while you were waiting for me?"

Before Jihong could even think about the purpose of this question, Jaekyung's palm deftly slid into his pants, touching the sensitive area through the fabric of his underwear.

"Have you prepared everything here in advance?"

"Hey, what are you..." - Jihong tried to object.

However, he was not allowed to finish. Jaekyung unceremoniously slipped his hand under the hem of his panties and squeezed one of his buttocks. He kneaded it with such force that the skin seemed to burn. Because of this, Jihon involuntarily shuddered.

When Jaekyung pressed on the entrance again, a groan escaped Jihon's lips. His body, treacherously responding to caresses, betrayed his true desire. It was fully ready to receive Jaekyung, and the hole greedily opened itself in anticipation of penetration.

Meanwhile, Jaekyung carefully inserted his fingers into the narrow passage, massaging and pushing apart the tense walls.

"It's hard to get in," Jaekyung muttered, his voice no longer worried. "It looks like you didn't prepare in advance?"

But in fact, he looked satisfied. Because I knew perfectly well that any touch would quickly make my partner's body become more pliable.

"Don't ever touch me there again," Jihon whispered. "It doesn't matter to me... But isn't it troublesome?"

But the reaction was more honest than words, and Jaekyung, quickly realizing this, could not contain his own joy at giving him such an opportunity.

And, leaning closer, he fell passionately to his lips, gently biting and licking them.

"No, it's not a hassle at all," Jaekyung blurted out immediately and added another finger. Each thrust was felt too acutely, causing even Jihon's eyes to turn red with shame. After all, everything that is happening now was completely out of his control. Persistent stimulation of the prostate seemed unbearable. Using this as an excuse, Jihong let out a loud moan and buried his face in Jaekyung's sturdy shoulder.

"Mgh..."

Jaekyung abruptly tempered his ardor and slowed down, as if he wanted to calm Jihon.

However, the change of caresses brought the latter closer to the edge of pleasure. Jihong dug deeper and deeper into Jaekyung's shoulder, suppressing the urge to rub himself against his fingers even more.

Suddenly, I heard a voice tickling my ears: "Hyun, at first everything was very dry and dense here, but if you touch it, it becomes incredibly soft. Like melted peanut butter."

"What... Jihong couldn't help laughing at such a funny analogy, realizing that Jaekyung might have noticed something important for himself.

"You know, every time you laugh, this place starts shaking a lot?" said Jaekyung, and smoothly swept over the sensitive points, indicating exactly what he meant.

Under the intense pressure, the walls contracted and unclenched again and again, releasing more and more lubricant. A burning warmth spread throughout his stomach, enveloping Jihon with an indescribable, incomparable trepidation. Because of the new wave of pleasure, he lost all his paltry remnants of self-control.

"Yes, I know...", he muttered quietly, still hiding his face.

Their breathing quickened, becoming deeper and more intermittent as Jaekyung's hand continued its now skillful teasing.

"Well, it's already soft," he shared his impressions.

Everything is exactly as he described.

The hole contracted involuntarily in time with his movements, as if three fingers were not enough, and it was begging for something more.

Jihong, fearing that they would soon stain the sofa, eventually whispered in his ear in a barely audible voice, "Jaekyung-ah, if we're going to do this... let's go to the bedroom."

As if expecting just that, Jaekyung suddenly hugged his lover and stood up.

In surprise, Jihon instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck.

"What is it?"

"No, it's okay. It's just the first time someone holds me like this. Am I not heavy?" he blurted out his explanations.

Jaekyung stopped in the middle of the living room and smiled playfully and suggested, "I can do this by walking around the house. Do you want to?"

The confidence and tone of the impudent man subtly hinted that, most likely, he was not joking. And, probably, he himself is not averse to trying something similar.

"No, I prefer to have sex on the bed

It is difficult to keep up with Jaekyung, and the difference in physical strength between them is huge. And it is absolutely pointless to compete with him.

Jihon deliberately hugged him tighter by the neck and said insinuatingly, "So let's hurry to the bedroom." Fortunately, the trick worked, and the guy walked quickly into the room.

And when they finally lay down, Jihon belatedly realized something.

Jaekyung was right: the bed might not survive the night.

She is unlikely to withstand their passion. The problem was not in size, but in strength. The mattress springs had already begun to protest under their total weight, which was more than double the usual weight. For a second—really, just for a second—Jihon thought seriously, "Shouldn't we try standing up, as he suggested...?" but quickly dismissed the idea. Sacrificing his body to save his sleeping place was not part of his plans. In the end, Jihong put all his thoughts aside and said goodbye to her, "Farewell, my dear bed. Thank you for your service. I'm sorry you ended up having to go through this."