Sentimental Shower

#014

What kind of change of heart was this? Mr. Yoo found himself strange.

Going to the exhibition in the first place was unusual for him. Of course, he knew intellectually why he was reacting to celestial photographs. But was it necessary to be so urgent?

He went to see them even in the rain, and eventually viewed the photos with Yeon Tae-soo’s help. After seeing the celestial photographs, he came back in Yeon Tae-soo’s car.

And now, he was asking Yeon Tae-soo to protect him.

At night, alone, saying this to a man who clearly desired his body – it was obviously laced with sexual intentions. Yeon Tae-soo wasn’t the type to misunderstand that.

This time, instead of smirking and saying something as expected, Yeon Tae-soo’s expression went blank. His blue prosthetic eye shone vividly in the darkness.

“You could just ask me to stay by your side.”

As he came closer, the automatic lights turned on at the right moment.

Yeon Tae-soo’s gaze had a strangely empty quality to it.

Should one say he looked like someone about to die?

It was a gaze that seemed to concentrate an indescribable nihilism. It looked like that even though it appeared to be burning.

What makes you feel such emptiness?

“Did you say there’s a room inside?”

Yeon Tae-soo asked while removing his watch. His metal prosthetic hand reflected the light.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I don’t particularly plan to go in. I’m in a hurry, you see.”

With the hand that put down the watch, he picked up the remote. The sound of doors locking was heard, and the transparent glass at the front of the hospital switched to after-hours mode, turning black.

As the warm sunset light that had been flowing in disappeared, Yeon Tae-soo’s prosthetic eye looked colder. Mr. Yoo hoped he wouldn’t notice that he was trembling.

As a hand reached towards his face, Mr. Yoo unconsciously hunched his shoulders.

This time, the hand that had clearly been reaching for his ear where the mask strap was hooked withdrew.

“How cute.”

While his voice was tinged with playfulness, his expression was as cold as his prosthetic eye.

Fortunately, instead of removing Mr. Yoo’s mask, Yeon Tae-soo turned his head and bit Mr. Yoo’s neck.

His lips felt hot. The higher body temperature was unfamiliar. Yeon Tae-soo pulled Mr. Yoo’s waist with one hand, pressing their lower bodies together. With his prosthetic hand, he undid the tie Mr. Yoo was wearing.

He suddenly realized. Yeon Tae-soo had never used his prosthetic hand to touch his bare skin.

Mr. Yoo felt his erect dick. The thing that swelled inside the black suit pants poked at him as if it would pierce through the fabric.

Yeon Tae-soo’s prosthetic hand undid Mr. Yoo’s belt. He had clearly said he was in a hurry, but somehow his touch seemed slow, teasingly so – or was that just his imagination?

However, the breath and movement of lips on his nape were scorching hot. It felt like his neck might be torn off at any moment, making his hair stand on end.

After tormenting his neck for a while, Yeon Tae-soo’s lips finally pulled away. The hot breath that had been moistening his neck now scattered in front of Mr. Yoo’s mask.

Mr. Yoo tried to undo Yeon Tae-soo’s belt buckle, but his hands kept slipping. Feeling embarrassed and frustrated, he looked up to find Yeon Tae-soo grinning right in front of his face.

So he had been deliberately teasing him. When Mr. Yoo glared at him with sharp eyes, Yeon Tae-soo’s eyes curved even more brightly.

Forcing his fumbling hands to move, he finally managed to undo the belt. An enormous shaft proudly showed its outline inside the black underwear.

“…Even your underwear is black? You’re obsessed with black, aren’t you?”

Yeon Tae-soo giggled.

“Black doesn’t show stains, you know.”

The ‘stains’ that would most often be included in that were probably other people’s blood.

“But today, it might show a bit.”

To shut him up, Mr. Yoo quickly pulled down the underwear. But he immediately regretted it.

“…What… is this?”

To Mr. Yoo’s question, Yeon Tae-soo tilted his head to the side and grinned.

“What do you mean, what? They’re beads.”

There were at least ten beads embedded in the flesh of Yeon Tae-soo’s dick. Because of this, it was completely bumpy from just below the glans to right above the testicles.

“…Why… did you embed these in your flesh…?”

“For Mr. Yoo’s pleasure.”

You’re joking. You must have done this for the pleasure of all the people you’ve been fooling around with until now.

“Isn’t this usually done… for the partner’s pleasure?”

“That’s right, isn’t it? Is there a problem?”

Yeon Tae-soo led him to sit on the examination bed.

“I feel somewhat good when the person I’m fucking writhes in pleasure.”

‘…Somewhat?’

He knew that’s what most men say, but somehow when Yeon Tae-soo said it like this, it felt like an abnormal sexual desire.

That wasn’t the problem, though. If that bumpy thing entered him, his lower regions would surely be rubbed raw, and in the worst case, he might even suffer lacerations. Even without medical knowledge, one could easily guess this.

Yeon Tae-soo bent down. While caressing his neck and collarbone again, his hands kneaded Mr. Yoo’s buttocks.

There was a certain intent felt in the way he leisurely kneaded each buttock in opposite directions, as if spreading them apart.

“W-wait.”

He managed to push Yeon Tae-soo away. Yeon Tae-soo slightly tilted his head right in front of his face.

“Why?”

“That…”

It didn’t seem mannerly to say he didn’t want to at this point. He couldn’t understand. Everyone knew that Yeon Tae-soo fooled around promiscuously at Eden, but did all those people really take that thing into their bodies?

“You don’t like it because it’s a whore’s dick?”

Had his expression shown disgust? Yeon Tae-soo asked first.

“Is it dirty? Should I go disinfect it thoroughly? Should I bring you a medical certificate for the monthly STD tests I take?”

“Th-that’s not it.”

Mr. Yoo shook his head before he could properly answer the barrage of questions, then stopped. The look in Yeon Tae-soo’s eyes that met his was sticky with desire.

He held his breath without realizing. He felt like a small animal in front of a predator.

He hadn’t noticed until just now, but now that he looked, Yeon Tae-soo seemed to have no leisure to speak. His eyes glistened, consumed by lust.

“Wait, wait a moment, Mr. Yeon…”

“Just, not putting it in. I’ll only rub it. Okay?”

“That…”

Before he could answer, his belt was already undone and his drawers pulled down. His half-erect dick, aroused from the earlier caresses, was exposed. Yeon Tae-soo grasped it.

“Hah…!”

His hand was quite rough. Just stroking it up and down with his palm already felt intensely good.

Yeon Tae-soo’s persistent gaze scanned Mr. Yoo’s face. It was embarrassing to feel his gaze while struggling to control his expression as pleasure ran wild. Even with the mask on, it felt like the gaze penetrated through.

Yeon Tae-soo, who had been talking unnecessarily so much until just now, now observed him with his mouth shut. He didn’t know he was a person with such concentration. Or perhaps this concentration only manifested during such acts.

It was by no means familiar to have his dick in someone else’s hand, panting. However, the body that resembled a human too closely responded diligently to the stimulation.

Yeon Tae-soo’s hand movements became increasingly rough. He pulled the tender skin up and then stroked it back down, skillfully touching just to the tip of the glans before moving away again.

“Hngh…!”

Finally, a loud moan escaped through his gritted teeth. It was regrettable that the mask couldn’t block his voice too.

While continuing to move his hand, Yeon Tae-soo pressed his lower body close. The tip of his glans rubbed against the tip of Mr. Yoo’s. Yeon Tae-soo then grasped both their dicks together and started moving up and down.

Their precum mixed, becoming messily sticky, indistinguishable whose body it came from. As the two dicks collided, Mr. Yoo trembled at the unfamiliar sensation. His insides helplessly heated up at the touch of another’s hand.

“Ah, hah…! Slowly…!”

He ended up begging.

Yeon Tae-soo’s hand was rough. Even though it was his bare hand and not the metal one, it was overwhelming.

“Ah, wait, h-hah…”

Yeon Tae-soo just stared at him intently. The man who usually talked so much was strangely taciturn today, which made him even more embarrassed.

Every time Yeon Tae-soo’s fingers rubbed his dick, he felt like he might faint. The intense pleasure seemed to tear his mind apart.

“Hnh, ah, ah!”

Just as the sensation of climax was about to surge, suddenly Yeon Tae-soo’s hand tightly gripped his dick.

“Hah!”

His breath caught as a thumb blocked his urethra. Mr. Yoo floundered, unable to handle the pleasure that suddenly had no way of release.

“Th-that, nh, l-let, go… Hng!”

Yeon Tae-soo still didn’t answer. He just stared intently at Mr. Yoo.

The two different colored eyes reminded him of the stars in the celestial photographs he had seen today. If it was that ice-blue color, it must be a star hot enough to exceed at least 35,000 degrees Celsius.

However, Yeon Tae-soo’s prosthetic eye looked cold. Even his gaze seemed to freeze.

A chill ran down his neck. Words of plea rose to the tip of his tongue. That’s when it happened. A cool sensation touched his lower region.

“Ah, this, ngh!”

Yeon Tae-soo had stroked the tip of his dick, the glans, with his prosthetic hand.

His body shuddered at the sudden touch of metal. The feeling of climax reached its peak, but his dick, painfully constricted, couldn’t expel the semen.

“Ngh, ah, wait, hah!”

Despite the muggy weather, only Yeon Tae-soo’s metal fingers were jarringly cold. It felt strange to have the touch of metal, not human flesh, on his body.

Yeon Tae-soo was still silent. Mr. Yoo felt embarrassed to be the only one moaning and begging. He was also ashamed that his flushed face was clearly reflected in those eyes that were reading him so intently.

Why was he so sensitive when he wasn’t even a human body? It was also embarrassing that Yeon Tae-soo, who was human, had a prosthetic hand and eye made of metal, while his own body was covered in soft, easily damaged fabric.

The hard and cold hand gently stimulated Mr. Yoo’s soft glans. Unlike the hand tightly gripping the shaft, the metal fingers touching the glans moved so carefully it felt gentle, but even that was a big stimulation for Mr. Yoo.

It was hard to endure. He felt like he might even cry. The sensation kept rising without limit, but there was no way to relieve it, so he felt like he was about to die.

“Ah, hic, hng…”

Yeon Tae-soo’s metal fingers lingered playfully on the bright red, heated glans. However, Yeon Tae-soo’s face was far from playful.

Just as his vision was about to turn white, Yeon Tae-soo finally released the hand tightly gripping the shaft. At the same time, Mr. Yoo threw his head back and ejaculated.

The semen that gushed from his dick wet Yeon Tae-soo’s prosthetic hand and also stained Mr. Yoo’s t-shirt that he was still wearing. A few drops of white semen even splattered onto the black mask he was wearing.

As he lowered his still-dazed gaze, arousal not yet fully subsided, Mr. Yoo realized that Yeon Tae-soo had also ejaculated. His black suit was also a mess with white semen.

“Mmm…”

Yeon Tae-soo, moaning languidly, rubbed his dick against Mr. Yoo’s. The bumpy dick with embedded beads was as stimulating as his prosthetic hand.

Mr. Yoo swallowed his moans every time the protrusions brushed against him. The two dicks, messy with semen, pressed against each other like lovers. Yeon Tae-soo’s dick, still not fully softened, only separated after a long while.

Mr. Yoo exhaled the breath he had been holding. Heat rushed up to his face. Yeon Tae-soo was still looking at him.

“It’s really strange.”

Yeon Tae-soo, who had been quiet all this time, spoke while pulling out some tissues.

“I want to protect you from everything. I wish no one could lay even a finger on you. I don’t even want to give you up to the rain that’s falling now.”

The hand holding the tissue wiped Mr. Yoo’s lower region. The gesture was skillful.

“At the same time, I want to torment you.”

For some unknown reason, Mr. Yoo felt a chill and held his breath.

Fortunately, Yeon Tae-soo’s face regained its usual playfulness. His grinning expression, though he didn’t want to admit it, had a boyish aspect to it.