Summer season side story

3. Your Summer

 

Banners stretched from the campus entrance and fluttered in the wind. Large white lettering covered the green fabric—current internet memes, parodies of film dialogue, ridiculous song lyrics and whatever else students had decided would be funny. How big is this sports festival supposed to be for them to make this much fuss? 

 

Eun-ho frowned against the blazing sunlight and walked faster towards the cheering. A long set of stands came into view, then a gentle grassy slope and the sports ground at the centre.

 

He had left later than intended because he had wasted time making a little more effort with his appearance than usual. By the time he arrived, the second half had already begun. Eun-ho hurried towards the location Do-hyeon had told him about. 

 

A banner reading BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION had been tied rather carelessly around a tall tree near the halfway line. People were sitting together in the shade beneath it. Crushed beer cans and makgeolli bottles lay around them as they shouted towards the field. 

 

Eun-ho sat down a little distance away. There was not a scrap of shade on the grass below.

 

Among the players in fluorescent bibs, Eun-ho found Do-hyeon almost immediately. Even Do-hyeon, who rarely sweated much, kept wiping his forehead in the heat.

“Business! Come on!”

 

A loud shout suddenly exploded diagonally behind Eun-ho. He jumped and looked around. A woman in a circle of students had risen to her feet with both hands cupped around her mouth. Her cheeks were flushed, probably from drink. As if answering from the opposite side of the pitch, another roar came back.

“Mechanical Engineering! Win!”

 

The standing woman laughed loudly and dropped unsteadily back into place. So they’re playing Mechanical Engineering. Eun-ho turned forwards again. He wanted to know the score but was not desperate enough to ask the people who already looked comfortably drunk. Maybe both teams were exhausted by the heat. Or maybe the final was evenly matched. 

 

Either way, there were very few satisfying moments. For a long time, the white ball did little more than roll uselessly between football boots, with neither side mounting a serious attack. The longer it continued, the louder the spectators on the grass became. They were laughing among themselves as they passed around beer.

 

Apparently drinking mattered more to them than supporting the match. It occurred to Eun-ho rather late that the only people here sincerely hoping Business Administration would win were probably himself, the outsider, and the players running around below. He frowned at the muggy air and fanned himself with one hand. Then a passing sequence that had kept dying suddenly held together. 

 

Do-hyeon, positioned out on the side, broke towards the opposing goal.

 

“Oh. Oh…!”

 

Eun-ho felt slightly guilty about this, but every stride Do-hyeon took now was one step closer to that game's console. He clenched both fists and fixed his eyes on him. The ability Do-hyeon had shown running across school pitches had not vanished. 

 

With quick footwork, he passed two defenders and drove diagonally towards goal. The keeper.

Just get past the keeper—

 

Do-hyeon swung his leg. The ball lifted into the air.

It curved beautifully towards goal—

 

“Ahhh…!”

 

A collective groan spread through the crowd as the ball struck the post and rebounded out.

“Fuck, that was so close!”

 

Eun-ho sighed in agreement with the shout behind him. He relaxed the fists he had been clenching. Then someone lightly tapped his shoulder.

“Excuse me…?”

 

Eun-ho turned. The face of a woman he vaguely recognised appeared before him. Her round eyes brightened as soon as she saw him properly.

“Oh! It is you! The person I met outside the Business building. Cha Do-hyeon’s friend!”

 

Only then did Eun-ho remember. A few days earlier, when he had come to abduct Do-hyeon from campus, she had been one of the people near the smoking area. Probably one of Do-hyeon’s classmates.

“No way! You said you weren’t a student here, didn’t you? Did you come to cheer for Cha Do-hyeon?”

 

“Ah. Yeah. Sort of.”

 

They had met only once, briefly, yet she spoke as warmly as though they were old friends. Since she was one of Do-hyeon’s university classmates and was smiling so brightly, Eun-ho could not bring himself to act cold.

“Perfect! We’re in the same department as Do-hyeon. Want to come have a drink with us?”

 

Whether it was the alcohol or simply her personality, every sentence bounced with energy. Eun-ho looked back towards the still sluggish match, then nodded. He had to stay until it ended anyway. Following the woman with the short hair, he climbed a little farther up into the shade. 

 

High-pitched laughter rang out. Only then did Eun-ho realise everyone sitting around the mat was female. Backing out now and insisting he would rather sit alone would be even stranger.

 

He rubbed the back of his neck and sat down. The people opposite immediately began laughing and elbowing one another.

“Unnies! This is the friend from Do-hyeon’s school I told you about!”

 

The friend I told you about? Eun-ho had no idea what conversation had taken place before. Before he could work it out, another excited voice cut in.

“Ohhh. So it’s true that good-looking people really do only hang around with other good-looking people? I thought that saying only applied to ugly men in our department.”

 

“Do you like beer or makgeolli? The beer’s colder!”

 

Questions and strange comments flew at him from every direction. While Eun-ho was still trying to decide which one he was supposed to answer, a beer can and a paper cup were thrust in front of him. 

 

He automatically took the beer. His confused gaze travelled around the group. 

 

Are university students normally this friendly with complete strangers? Thanks partly to Do-hyeon’s interference, Eun-ho had gone through co-educational school without mixing much with girls. 

 

To be completely fair, he had not mixed with boys all that much either. The women the short-haired student called sunbaes or unnies watched his awkwardness with amused smiles.

 

“Right, everyone! Cheers!”

 

“Cheers!”

 

Cans and paper cups knocked together in the air. They even shouted cheers aloud before emptying their drinks. Rather than cheering, it looked as though a proper drinking session was about to begin. Eun-ho suppressed a laugh.

“So, Do-hyeon’s friend—what are you studying? What university?”

 

“Wait, shouldn’t we ask his name first? We can’t keep calling him Do-hyeon’s friend.”

 

Eun-ho had been drinking, moving his eyes only from side to side. He answered obediently.

“Yeo Eun-ho. I’m not at university.”

 

“Oh, so you’re resitting the entrance exam…?”

 

“No. I’m just taking it easy right now. I haven’t found anything I particularly want to do.”

 

They had assumed that if he was friends with Do-hyeon, he must attend a similar university. Several of them made small awkward sounds, apparently reflecting on their own assumption. Their eyes grew cautious, as though they were worried they had offended him. Eun-ho had never felt ashamed or inferior about it. He only shrugged.

“Right… Oh! Wait. Isn’t that bracelet you’re wearing the same as Do-hyeon’s?”

 

The short-haired student seemed keen to change the atmosphere and pointed at his wrist. Eun-ho looked down. The black leather bracelet he wore without thinking was there as usual.

“Oh, really? Matching couple bracelets?”

 

Someone giggled. Eun-ho’s whole body went still. There was no way Cha Do-hyeon had come out to them first. Had some rumour started? A man going in and out of his officetel all the time? Eun-ho lifted the beer and forced himself to look relaxed. He hid the stiffness in his mouth and glanced around. Everyone was laughing normally among themselves.

“Sunbae! What are you saying in front of him?”

 

“Hey, friends become lovers and lovers become husbands.”

 

“Wow. Hye-yoon unnie, I never knew you were so free of prejudice.”

 

…Just a joke, then. Apparently the assumptions embedded in most people in Korea were still sturdy enough that nobody had seriously considered the possibility. 

 

Laughter spread around the mat. Eun-ho belatedly thought he might have been better off staying alone, watching the match and going home. Too late now. He took a long drink to calm his burning stomach.

“Still, if you even got friendship bracelets made, you two must be really close.”

 

Whether because of the heat or because Eun-ho kept drinking whenever he felt awkward, the can quickly became light. He shook what remained. A quieter question came from beside him. He turned. A pretty woman with long straight hair was looking at him.

“…We’re childhood friends.”

 

“Wow, then you must know everything about him. Ye-ji, ask everything you’ve been curious about!”

 

Apparently, the long-haired woman was Ye-ji. Embarrassed by the attention, she gave an awkward smile and lifted her paper cup.

“You know… things like his ideal type. What kind of person does Do-hyeon like?”

 

“Oi, I’ve dated enough men to know this. Guys like him usually like innocent-looking girls. Honestly, Ye-ji, you’d be completely fine.”

 

The voices were affectionate and teasing. The more everyone laughed, the pinker Ye-ji’s cheeks became. Every time Cha Do-hyeon’s name came up, she lowered her eyes shyly.

It looked exactly like—

 

Eun-ho bit his lower lip without realising. He glanced sideways at her. Then a huge cheer erupted from behind them. Everyone turned back towards the pitch. 

 

Several Mechanical Engineering players were racing dangerously towards the Business goal. Worried cries rose from all over. Then someone cut into the play at speed and cleared the ball away. 

 

Cha Do-hyeon. 

 

The crowd breathed out in relief and promptly returned to their drinks. Eun-ho was the only one who kept watching. 

 

Do-hyeon pulled up the hem of his bib and wiped sweat from his forehead. For a second, his firm stomach appeared beneath the rolled-up white T-shirt. Eun-ho thought he heard a small cheer from somewhere.

“God, if Cha Do-hyeon hadn’t been there, they would’ve conceded. He was good at sports at school too, right?”

 

The voice in front of Eun-ho went into one ear and out the other. He was still staring at Do-hyeon. His brows had pulled together without him noticing. Only the crunch of the can collapsing in his hand brought him back to himself.

“He looked like he would be. Didn’t he?”

 

“Hm?”

 

Everyone was looking at him. Someone repeated the question.

“Wasn’t he in the football team at school?”

 

“Ah…”

 

His stomach felt strangely tight. His throat was dry. Eun-ho drank again. The cold carbonation running down his throat finally seemed to clear his head.

“At school, he was on the student council. He was school president. Before that, he was training seriously in taekwondo, so he didn’t do club sports.”

 

“Seriously? As an athlete?”

 

The alcohol he had swallowed too quickly seemed to rush through his veins. Eun-ho pressed his lips together and nodded. The others were more interested in the fact that Do-hyeon had done taekwondo than in Eun-ho’s reaction. Their curious faces were all smiling.

“Actually, taekwondo really suits Cha Do-hyeon.”

 

“Exactly. He looks like he would’ve been good. Why did he quit?”

 

The conversation Eun-ho and Do-hyeon had shared at the villa came to mind. Obviously, he could not tell them that. He shrugged. They immediately started speculating among themselves. 

 

Ridiculously, listening to complete strangers praise Cha Do-hyeon made pride begin to creep through Eun-ho. Alongside it came the petty sense of superiority that there were parts of Do-hyeon only Eun-ho knew. Pretending to be indifferent, he picked up the paper cup in front of him.

Someone quickly filled it with makgeolli.

“Eun-ho, have you met Cha Do-hyeon’s girlfriend?”

 

“…What?”

 

“He says he’s seeing someone, but some of us thought maybe he just says that because he can’t be bothered with people trying to set him up.”

 

The question caught Eun-ho completely off guard. He scratched his forehead and looked down. Someone else continued.

“Ever since he started university, people have tried setting him up constantly. I can understand him getting tired of it.”

 

“There are all sorts of rumours that he’s been dating someone since school. That he’s actually with someone quite a bit older. But he never tells anyone anything.”

 

“Honestly. Does he really have a girlfriend? There was even a rumour she’s a trainee at some big entertainment company.”

 

It was an awkward question. There had to be a reason Do-hyeon had never answered properly. Maybe he wanted to hide the fact he was dating a man. Maybe he had simply decided it was easier to let vague rumours float around him. 

 

Eun-ho knew that, logically, he should follow Do-hyeon’s lead. These were people he would probably never see again after today anyway. But several curious pairs of eyes were fixed on him. 

 

Someone playfully wrapped an arm around Ye-ji as she sipped her makgeolli.

Her flushed face held both curiosity and a subtle tension. She looked like the unnamed girl who had once offered Cha Do-hyeon a birthday present near the back gate. And for some reason, that irritated Eun-ho.

“…He does.”

 

Eun-ho wet his dry lips and laced both hands tightly together. For a fraction of a second, it felt as though time stopped. Then it moved again. Apparently he was the only one who felt it. The others smiled with expressions that said, Thought so. The long-haired woman did too. Her eyes curved softly. If anything, she suddenly looked lighter than before.

“Ah… I mean, why would Do-hyeon bother lying? Still, shame.”

 

Eun-ho suddenly felt hot. He tugged the front of his T-shirt away from his body. Nobody noticed, but what he had just shown without being able to hide it was definitely jealousy. Seeing the emotion clearly on himself made him feel embarrassed a moment later. He drank the remaining half cup of makgeolli at once.

“Does he have a photo? Asking to see would be rude, wouldn’t it?”

 

“Yeah, probably. And do we even need to? Cha Do-hyeon has high standards. She’s obviously pretty. Probably nice too. Right, Eun-ho?”

 

The faces in front of him began to overlap two or three at a time. He wiped at his burning cheeks. No improvement. A laugh and a sigh escaped together.

“I don’t know about pretty… and personality… ha…”

 

He could hardly announce that the person dating Cha Do-hyeon was not an idol trainee or an impressive older professional, but rather a 20-year-old unemployed man living comfortably at home. 

 

That was the best answer he had. Whenever Eun-ho blinked or turned his head, what he saw seemed to follow a fraction too late. A long whistle sounded. The match must have ended. It reached Eun-ho’s ears as though he were underwater.

 

Around him, the conversation had already shifted to something else. Eun-ho smiled foolishly and looked around. Drunk people on the mat. Crushed paper cups. Snack packets and chicken boxes scattered everywhere. Ivory-coloured makgeolli bottles rolling across the grass. In front of him were several crushed 500 ml beer cans. 

 

He blinked slowly and counted. One… Two… Three… …four. Only then did he remember. His limit was two beers.

 

And even those were the little 300 ml cans.

──── 📘📘 ────

 

By the time the match ended and the pathetic little award ceremony was over, Do-hyeon was holding a game-console box coloured red and blue. 

 

It had been a long time since he had played both halves of a match. Between that and the late sun still beating down, he was exhausted. All he wanted was to get back to the officetel with Eun-ho, turn on the air conditioner and collapse. 

 

He had noticed Eun-ho’s familiar sharp little face sitting beneath the Business Administration cheering area around the start of the second half.

 

Seeing Eun-ho find a patch of empty shade with obvious efficiency had made him laugh without meaning to. Near the end of the match, the place had looked empty. 

 

Do-hyeon had imagined Eun-ho complaining about the heat and escaping to a nearby café. Still, just in case, he headed quickly towards the Business area. Students with flushed faces were slowly clearing their things away. In the middle of it all, loud laughter burst from one group that showed absolutely no sign of leaving.

 

Unfortunately, that was exactly where the Business cheering area had been. It looked as though the supporters had changed direction, turning the sports festival into an outdoor department drinking party. 

 

There seemed to be even more people there than during the match. If someone noticed him, he would be trapped. Do-hyeon turned, intending to leave quickly. Then a voice from behind stopped him.

“Pfft. Really? But if Cha Do-hyeon sees, he’ll probably fucking… lose his mind…”

 

“No, no, it’s fine! Your noonas will take full responsibility!”

 

“That lunatic won’t let that happen…”

 

Do-hyeon froze. He did not need to hear another word. It was Yeo Eun-ho. He turned and changed direction. As he approached the mat, he saw Eun-ho’s profile. It was visibly red. Empty beer cans lay scattered around him where he sat cross-legged. 

 

Several female seniors who had not yet noticed Do-hyeon were laughing and talking to Eun-ho. When drunk, Yeo Eun-ho became softer than usual. Seeing him smiling loosely with that flushed face made a dry laugh escape Do-hyeon.

 

Every few steps, someone called out that he had worked hard, played well or ought to join the football club properly. Do-hyeon hid the irritation and possessiveness that had been climbing up his throat with long practice and continued towards Eun-ho.

“Oh! Cha Do-hyeon! Do-hyeon’s here, everyone!”

 

Someone who spotted him stood unsteadily. Several alcohol-softened gazes turned his way. Eun-ho, however, was too busy eating something out of an open snack bag to notice. Do-hyeon came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Hm…?”

 

“Yeo Eun-ho.”

 

“Oh. Hi.”

 

At least he was not drunk enough to forget faces. As soon as he saw Do-hyeon, his eyes curved into a smile. Rather than calming Do-hyeon, it only made the back of his neck stiffen even more. 

 

This was the reward for spending the afternoon chasing a football in this weather just to win Eun-ho a games console? Finding him drunk and giggling with other people?

“Get up. We’re leaving.”

 

Do-hyeon slid an arm under Eun-ho’s and pulled him to his feet in one effortless movement. Eun-ho lost his balance and waved his arms. Do-hyeon gave a cool little laugh and simply lifted him like luggage. 

 

Eun-ho thumped weakly at his chest and demanded to be put down. Do-hyeon ignored him. The drunken women watching burst into applause and laughter. Do-hyeon barely managed to make his eyes curve pleasantly.

“My friend’s had too much to drink. I’m taking him home.”

 

“Yeah, go on. You worked hard today, Do-hyeon. Get Eun-ho home safely, and if you have time, come back for the after-party.”

 

Apparently they had even introduced themselves properly at some point. The way they used Eun-ho’s name sounded far too natural. Do-hyeon lowered his eyes and smiled coldly.

“I’ll see.”

 

Fortunately, almost everyone there had been drinking enough that nobody noticed the difference in his behaviour. They simply assumed he was tired from the match. 

 

The officetel was easily within walking distance. Do-hyeon, however, had absolutely no intention of advertising messy, drunk Yeo Eun-ho all over the neighbourhood. The moment they left the main gate, he stopped a taxi and pushed Eun-ho into the back seat. 

 

Watching Eun-ho blink slowly and nod off made an incredulous laugh escape him. The journey was short. Do-hyeon got out first and bent to carry him again. Eun-ho’s eyes suddenly flew open.

“What… Did I fall asleep?”

 

Sleep and alcohol were mixed heavily across his face. Do-hyeon said nothing. He caught Eun-ho’s unsteady arm and led him towards the building.

“Ugh. I’m so fucking drunk. Why do people in your department drink like it’s water?”

 

The stretched endings of his words made the drunkenness obvious. He pulled his arm away as though determined to walk normally. 

 

Before they even reached the lift, Eun-ho attached himself to the wall. Apparently his head hurt. He pressed his forehead against the marble tile and rubbed his temple. Do-hyeon, who had watched the entire performance from behind, caught him around the waist. 

 

Once the door lock opened, Eun-ho stumbled straight towards the bed and collapsed. Do-hyeon redirected him into the bathroom instead. Then he pulled off his own T-shirt and followed. 

 

Eun-ho still had perhaps half his judgement left. When he saw Do-hyeon entering behind him, he narrowed his eyes in immediate suspicion. 

 

At the sports festival, he had been smiling uselessly and playing around with everyone else. Now he looked at Do-hyeon like this. Do-hyeon strengthened his patience.

“I’m not touching you. Stay still.”

 

He turned on the shower, checked the temperature and began washing Eun-ho down. Eun-ho muttered that Do-hyeon had better not try anything. 

 

By the time Do-hyeon was gently massaging shampoo through his hair, he had fallen quiet. The warm water seemed to sober him slightly. Sitting on the side of the bath, Eun-ho watched while Do-hyeon quickly finished showering. Then he spoke.

“…Cha Do-hyeon. Did you bring the console?”

 

The water stopped. Do-hyeon leaned in until his face was close to Eun-ho’s. Eun-ho blinked slowly with a blank, slightly broken expression. Some focus had returned to his dark eyes.

“No… I didn’t hear who won earlier.”

 

Do-hyeon’s expression made him sober a little more. Only then did Eun-ho realise what he had done. He quickly leaned back. At least he had enough sense left for that. 

 

A drop of water hung from the lashes above Do-hyeon’s lowered eyes, then fell. Do-hyeon opened his mouth slowly.

“Yeo Eun-ho. You remember promising to grant me a wish if I brought the console home.”

 

Eun-ho swallowed.

“I think I should collect that wish today.”

 

Do-hyeon’s low voice echoed around the bathroom. Eun-ho lifted his head slowly and met his relentless stare. Something was being held down hard behind those eyes. With Eun-ho’s judgement lagging a beat from the alcohol, he could not tell whether it was lust, possessiveness or something else entirely.

“…What’s the wish?”

 

He had committed the crime. He might as well hear the sentence. Do-hyeon smiled coolly and answered by pushing into his mouth.

 

──── 📘📘 ────

 

Water dripped across the floor in the wake of two naked bodies staggering together with their legs tangled. Even while breathing hard, Do-hyeon lazily licked Eun-ho’s tongue as Eun-ho tried to follow the kiss. 

 

He grabbed the white towel hanging nearby. Because Eun-ho had to tilt his head far back to match their height, Do-hyeon dropped the soft towel over the back of his wet hair. Every time Do-hyeon sharpened his tongue and scraped lightly over the textured roof of Eun-ho’s mouth, a small sound escaped him.

 

Between lingering alcohol and arousal, Eun-ho kept swaying backwards. The instant the backs of his calves touched the bed, his balance tipped.

“Mm… hah… Cha Do-hyeon, wait. Slowly…”

 

The water left on his back soaked into the bedding. Maybe he had stood beneath the hot shower for too long. Maybe the alcohol was still heating him from inside. Either way, hot breath kept escaping between their tightly joined mouths. Eun-ho panted hard and pushed himself slightly upright. Do-hyeon’s eyes lifted.

“…What?”

 

The low voice sent a shiver through him. Do-hyeon studied Eun-ho’s flushed cheeks and lips swollen slightly from the water. Then he shifted his body back a little. The hot pressure that had been pushing against Eun-ho’s stomach finally eased enough for him to breathe properly. Eun-ho rested his forehead against Do-hyeon’s chest and mumbled,

“Slower… yeah?”

 

The alcohol in his head made building a proper sentence difficult. He blinked again and repeated himself carefully. Eun-ho knew Do-hyeon had been hard for some time and was holding back a lot. But in this state, simply keeping pace was difficult. 

 

And Eun-ho still had not even heard what the wish actually was. He weakly caught part of Do-hyeon’s arm and panted. Relief at the brief pause lasted only seconds. Both his wrists were caught. His shoulders were pushed back down.

“Fine. Then you stay still.”

 

“Cha Do-hyeon. Cha Do-hyeon—!”

 

Only then did Eun-ho realise he was lying flat on the bed staring at the ceiling. He fought to sit up. The pressure behind his knees pushed both legs towards his upper body. He tried bringing them together. Do-hyeon’s dark head slipped between them first.

“Ah… ah… Cha Do—mm!”

 

The moment a hot, wet tongue touched the already sensitive skin between his legs, goosebumps erupted over Eun-ho’s whole body. It felt as though insects were crawling just beneath his skin. He clenched both fists and threw his head back. His body locked automatically. Do-hyeon tightened his fingers under Eun-ho’s thighs.

“Hah. I told you not to do that.”

 

“Ah… bastard… can’t you hear me?”

 

“Got it.”

 

The answer was utterly insincere. Do-hyeon lightly pinned both legs before they could kick and lowered his mouth again. He extended his tongue and slowly licked over Eun-ho’s perineum and tightly closed opening. Twisting and shaking his legs did nothing. 

 

Eun-ho had thought he had successfully slowed down the human battering ram. Apparently not. He had learned over many years that once Cha Do-hyeon seriously decided to do something, stopping him was basically impossible.

 

Eun-ho gave up and covered his face with both arms. Even lying still, it felt as though the bed were rotating beneath him. When Eun-ho stopped resisting, Do-hyeon lifted his head and looked at him. 

 

Eun-ho had no idea his skin was red all the way down to his neck. He was simply lying there with his eyes covered. The sight made the ache low in Do-hyeon’s body tighten further. He pressed a light kiss to the inside of Eun-ho’s pale thigh, then shifted away and reached into the bedside table for a small box.

 

Eun-ho lowered his arms uneasily and looked over.

“…What’s that?”

 

Inside were a headband with squirrel ears, a thick brown tail and a round object shaped like an acorn. They looked like props from a nursery-school play. Eun-ho stared, unable to understand why Do-hyeon had brought them out.

“Take them out.”

 

Eun-ho glanced suspiciously at Do-hyeon’s calm face, then picked up the tail first. Two black stripes ran through the thick brown fur. 

 

The feel of it in his hand was unexpectedly pleasant, and Eun-ho snorted with amusement while stroking the soft bundle. Then he noticed a silver, teardrop-shaped piece of metal at the base.

“What the hell is this…?”

 

It looked a little like an upside-down spinning top. Or perhaps a wine stopper. Why was something like that attached to a fluffy tail? Eun-ho turned it between his fingers. Then he stopped. Very slowly, he lifted his head. 

 

Cha Do-hyeon was watching him with a lazy smile. Even drunk, Eun-ho still possessed enough instinct for danger. He hurriedly picked up the plastic acorn. A long cord came with it. At the end was a flat control unit with an adjustment switch.

 

Every remaining trace of alcohol seemed to vanish from Eun-ho’s head. His mouth fell open as he stared at Do-hyeon. Do-hyeon picked up the only thing left in the box—the headband—and placed it neatly over Eun-ho’s hair.

“My wish.”

 

His smile was openly playful.

“You agreed.”

 

Eun-ho, still staring with his mouth open, was pushed back onto the bed. He immediately tried to sit up, but Do-hyeon caught the backs of his thighs and lifted his legs.

“Cha Do-hyeon, wait. Wait. Let’s talk about this first, yeah?”

 

“Mm. I’ll listen later.”

 

The flushed opening below was tightly closed. Do-hyeon bent down and pressed his mouth fully against it. A faint burst of air escaped between his lips when Eun-ho groaned. The moment Eun-ho’s body twitched, Do-hyeon sharpened the tip of his tongue and slowly pushed against the entrance. Each deliberately wet sound made Eun-ho’s hips tense in his grip. Do-hyeon squeezed the soft curve of one buttock once and smiled.

“I’m doing this so it won’t hurt when I put anything in. Why do you hate it so much?”

 

“Don’t talk shit… You’re doing it because you want to…!”

 

“Mm. Fair.”

 

My clever Yeo Eun-ho. Do-hyeon stroked one finger slowly over the tight folds while continuing to lick around them. Then he straightened the finger and eased it inside. 

 

He pushed in about one joint, withdrew and used the opening to slip his tongue against the wet entrance. Every faint moan from Eun-ho made him move the finger a little deeper. Soon the hot, slick inner walls were gripping three fingers firmly. 

 

For a moment Do-hyeon considered adding gel just to make the wet sounds louder. But he preferred hearing the small strained noises Eun-ho was already making. He pulled his mouth away and moved only his fingers, slowly in and out.

“Mm… ah…”

 

Do-hyeon deliberately avoided the fuller, more sensitive point inside and only rubbed around it. Apparently Eun-ho was getting frustrated. Between the remaining alcohol and the arousal, he seemed to have completely forgotten about the squirrel-ear headband on his own head. 

 

With one arm still over his eyes, Eun-ho lowered the other hand and began touching himself. Do-hyeon covered Eun-ho’s hand with his own and stopped him.

 

“You’ve already got three fingers inside. Still not enough?”

 

“Fuck… You’re doing this on purpose…”

 

“Want the acorn instead?”

 

“Mm…”

 

Do-hyeon picked up the acorn-shaped vibrator from the bed and rubbed it lightly over the wet opening.

“I’ll put it in. Take it properly.”

 

“You really are fucking insane—ah!”

 

Before Eun-ho could twist away, the round device stretched him open. The cap-like ridge near the top caught briefly at the entrance. Do-hyeon pushed a little more firmly. The whole thing slipped inside. 

 

Pressure settled deeper within Eun-ho. It was much smaller than Cha Do-hyeon’s body, but the hard, cold object inside him felt completely unfamiliar. Eun-ho shifted restlessly.

“Mm… this feels really fucking weird…”

 

“It’s going to feel stranger.”

 

Click. The moment the button was pressed, the device inside him began vibrating in tight pulses. The sensation was completely new. The muscles along the backs of Eun-ho’s thighs stood out. He grabbed Do-hyeon’s arm in panic.

“Cha Do-hyeon… Cha Do-hyeon!”

 

It had to come out immediately. The buzzing device was directly stimulating the sensitive area near his prostate. Eun-ho frantically swept his hands over the bedding, searching for the cord. Nothing. 

With his legs lifted, he could not easily change position. No matter how he thought about it, there seemed to be only one possible way to force it back out. 

 

Embarrassment spread faintly over him, but urgency mattered more. Covering his face with both arms, Eun-ho deliberately tightened and pushed. To his relief, the acorn-shaped thing shifted downwards. The fact Cha Do-hyeon was watching intently did not even register as the main problem. Eun-ho just wanted to escape the strange sensation spreading through his whole lower body. 

 

The vibrating toy slowly moved closer to the entrance. Eun-ho completely forgot the promise he had made at the sports festival. All he could think, over and over, was that he was going to kill Cha Do-hyeon. The buzzing grew louder. Just as the opening began to stretch around the device, Do-hyeon pushed it firmly all the way back in with one finger.

“Ah!”

 

“I told you to hold it in.”

 

“Ah… fuck… ngh…”

 

“No good, Yeo Eun-ho.”

 

With the vibrator again pressing deep inside, Eun-ho’s breaths came out in broken little gasps. Blood rushed downward. His vision repeatedly washed white, then seemed to short out into darkness. He was trembling and breathing through the buzzing sensation when something else cold and hard pressed into him. At the same time, thick fur brushed against his buttocks.

“Pretty.”

 

Do-hyeon smiled with obvious satisfaction, lowered Eun-ho’s legs and flipped him over in one movement. Eun-ho refused to bury his face straight into the bedding, so he caught himself on his hands and knees. The tail drooped between his thighs, its fur tickling the backs of his legs.

“Ah… hah… mm…”

 

Changing position had shifted the vibrating acorn closer to an even more sensitive spot. A tingling sensation kept travelling across Eun-ho’s scalp. His cock grew rigid. His back arched automatically. 

 

The arms supporting him grew weaker until his face was nearly in the duvet. With his hips still raised, Eun-ho wiped a few involuntary tears into the bedding. Cool hands slid slowly over his thighs and backside.

 

Then firm thighs pressed in behind him. Do-hyeon knelt close against Eun-ho’s raised hips. He took Eun-ho’s hand from the duvet and guided it backwards. Suddenly, something hot and hard filled Eun-ho’s palm. His entire face burned. Do-hyeon wrapped his own hand over Eun-ho’s and slowly used it to stroke his fully erect cock.

“Looks like the person granting the wish is enjoying it more.”

 

Eun-ho had touched Cha Do-hyeon plenty of times before. They had done far more than that. But having his own hand moved according to somebody else’s will somehow made it feel more obscene. Or maybe that was because of the damned acorn buzzing continuously inside him. No. 

 

Thinking about it again, everything was the problem. The headband pressing annoyingly behind his ears. The long bundle of fur clinging to his legs. The alcohol, which had not dulled his senses at all but seemed to make them sharper.

 

Even the way Cha Do-hyeon’s fingers rubbed against the thin skin between Eun-ho’s. 

 

The hard, hot cock beneath his palm with thick veins raised along it. Every sensation raised Eun-ho’s body temperature. He shuddered and clenched involuntarily. The vibrating acorn pressed lightly against his prostate.

“Ah!”

 

Eun-ho barely had enough strength to curl his fingers around Do-hyeon’s erection. Do-hyeon’s hand guided his up and down faster, effectively making Eun-ho stroke him. The high, thin sounds escaping Eun-ho were coming closer and closer together. Do-hyeon realised he was near climax and abruptly switched off the vibrator. The stimulation vanished as suddenly as a light being turned off. Eun-ho’s waist shook.

“You don’t get to go alone.”

 

A curse escaped Eun-ho. Pleasure was already spilling over at the edge of his limit. He buried his face in one arm, trembling, and repeated it over and over.

“Cha Do-hyeon, fuck you… You fucking lunatic… You bastard…”

 

The more Eun-ho swore, the broader Do-hyeon’s smile became. He stroked the tail attached behind Eun-ho, then lifted it out of the way. He stared at the folds gripping the silver base and gently rubbed them. 

 

Lower down, beneath the pink entrance, the perineum looked slightly swollen. Holding the tail aside so the fur would not fall back, Do-hyeon flattened his tongue and licked slowly upwards before pressing his body close.

 

He folded himself over Eun-ho’s back and began moving his hips. Their two hard cocks, pressed close together, were caught at once inside Do-hyeon’s hand. Every time Do-hyeon drove forwards, the base of the tail lodged between Eun-ho’s buttocks was pushed firmly. Each pressure made white light burst across Eun-ho’s vision.

“Ah… mm… hah…!”

 

“Hah…”

 

Eun-ho came without even realising it. Semen slid down over dry skin along the base of his cock. Do-hyeon wiped it up with his hand and spread it over both of them. With something now acting as a lubricant, the pressure on Eun-ho grew stronger. Do-hyeon’s hard body pinned his back. His breathing sounded directly beside Eun-ho’s ear. It felt unbearable.

“Hah… Doing this… really makes it feel like we’re mating like animals, doesn’t it?”

 

“Mm… hah…”

 

“No. Maybe I’m just fucking you.”

 

The low, breathy words made Eun-ho climax again in a short pulse. Do-hyeon laughed quietly near his ear and flipped him over in one movement. The ceiling light appeared. Then Eun-ho’s vision washed white. 

 

Do-hyeon gripped the middle of the squirrel tail and pulled it free, throwing it beside the bed. The acorn-shaped vibrator, which had somehow been switched back on and was buzzing weakly inside, came out too. Eun-ho had no time to adjust to the sudden emptiness.

 

Do-hyeon’s hard cock pushed through him in one movement and buried itself completely.

“Ahhh…!”

 

Eun-ho somehow managed to reach backwards and push at Do-hyeon’s hip bone. Do-hyeon withdrew. A second later he drove straight back in. Wet sounds and the slap of skin began competing with one another.

“Ah… mm…!”

 

“Hah… Shame, Eun-ho.”

 

“Mm… slow down!”

 

“If I’d left the tail in, you could’ve gone your whole life without meeting anyone else…”

 

“Ah… what the fuck are you talking about…?”

 

“Nowhere to go. Nobody else to meet.”

 

Even while panting hard, a chill ran across Eun-ho at the words. He managed to turn his head and look up at Do-hyeon. The familiar smile sat on Do-hyeon’s lightly sweating face.

“Joking.”

 

Lips touched Eun-ho’s eyelid. His eyes closed automatically. Do-hyeon drove his hips forwards hard enough to force Eun-ho to face front again. The smile had vanished completely from Do-hyeon’s face as he began moving with real force. 

 

Each time he thrust as deep as he could, Eun-ho’s waist trembled. Do-hyeon tipped his head back, watching. There was no need to expose every ugly edge of his possessiveness. Everything was already his.

 

He lowered his mouth to the side of Eun-ho’s neck. Choosing a place that would be half hidden by a T-shirt, he bit gently over and over until he left a mark. Eun-ho’s hands, gripping the duvet, slipped. They came almost at the same time, pale fluid spilling from both of them.