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“I can’t. Really.” Anton was on the phone with his father.
“Didn’t you enjoy it when they came over for fall break?” Anton didn’t reply, crossing his arms and watching as his dormmate studied for his final, REL 302: Introduction to Biblical Interpretation. “You can’t stay in your dorm over break anyway.”
“Appa,” Anton did his best to sound firm, but he’d never defied him like this before. “With them, it’s…”
“…Too soon?”
It wasn’t exactly correct, but Anton agreed regardless. He’d adjusted to his mom being away years ago, but any explanation to get out of it was the right explanation. His dad was silent for a long time before he spoke again.
“The only way you’ll move on is by moving forward.”
With a sigh, Anton tried to reason with him again, but it was clear that he wasn’t going to budge. Worse than finding somewhere else to go for that week was having to continue arguing with his father, a man who made so many concessions to his son but who stayed firm on this point. The writing was on the wall: it would only get harder to escape the Lee family. Anton capitulated.
Outside the Colorado airport was cold but sunny. It was good weather by all accounts, but Anton blinked up at the sun offending his eyes and wished that he were back in bed. He slept great leading up to the trip. When his father hailed a cab, Anton closed his eyes and tried to sleep the entire ride.
When Anton stepped out of his car, clinging to his goose-down jacket, Sohee’s mom came out with her arms wide for his father. The exhaustion almost made it easy to ignore the nervous dread he felt as they walked inside. When Anton looked past her, she smiled and said, “Sohee’s on a late flight, so he’ll be here after dinner.” Anton let out the breath he was holding and let himself be escorted inside.
The house’s floors were laid with oak, extending out to the floor-to-ceiling windows made further grand by the vaulted ceilings. There was a large fireplace with logs already set up inside, but otherwise, the main area was primarily open. The kitchen was stacked with high-end appliances, the dining table looked like it was made exclusively for banquets, and the long ‘U’ couch in the living room put Anton in awe. He’d seen many expensive houses with his dad’s work, but this place was on another level.
He walked to the porch, and beyond was the snow-cloaked valley, the larger ski resort a mere blip in the trenches. Since the house was hanging off the side of a mountain, the view was uninterrupted. Anton felt as if he could hop off the patio and his feet would be planted directly on the slopes, as if he could reach out his hand and have the world in his grasp. With the pine breeze running past him, he felt his nose begin to run. A peace swallowed him whole.
Coming out and seeing Anton with his luggage still in hand, Sohee’s mom summoned a maid. “Your room is downstairs just past the pool.”
He was alone in the downstairs suite for the time being. Expecting to nap all afternoon, Anton realized that he couldn’t bear to sleep; he was eager to start his vacation. Anton wrapped his scarf around his neck and put on his snow boots; a hike seemed like a good way to calm down in time for the evening.
The grounds were scarce around the house, but the forest itself was close, the hard boundary a portal. Only the birds and winds were audible as all but the closest sounds were stifled. Better than water, the snow seemed to focus Anton’s thoughts.
He’d buried a lot of things for Sohee, yet the debt Anton owed to him only seemed to accrue. He seemed to derive joy exclusively from torturing him, and Anton didn’t know how much space that left for any other feelings.
He told himself that he didn’t want to see Sohee again when this was over. Any incident that brought them close put Anton in higher proximity to danger, to Sohee spreading the word about it and absolving himself of any responsibility in the matter. As long as Anton failed to pull his father away from Sohee’s mother, Sohee would be waiting for an opportunity to ruin his reputation. Or at least that seemed like the strategy. Anton wasn’t fully sure.
The wet shirt had so perfectly hugged his shoulders, even revealing the moles trapped underneath. The chiffon was bulky with water, so it shifted up and revealed a set of slender hips. His lips were fattened from pouting, red from body heat, and far, far away from Anton’s own. How his eyebrows twisted when he was desperate, hanging on by just a thread, made Anton want to force him to wait an eternity.
Forgetting seemed just as impossible as pretending that there was no real danger. Not only did he have to reckon with what he should do, but he was limited by what he could do. Reason and shame were completely ineffectual, but Anton relied on them as the only way to pull him from the brink of someone he could neither trust nor escape.
He had to return to the house before the temperatures dropped and the pleasant walk became a dangerous one. The last minute of sunshine was rolling off the house when Anton emerged from the woods.
—
Anton didn’t so much as hear footsteps before Sohee was in front of him in the suite, thick oval frames, mussed hair, and oversized casual clothes making him look like a different person entirely. The face was all the same though; he was frowning—no, he was mad—staring at Anton as though he were a dog who’d just torn through his favorite shoes. Too upset to yell, frozen in rage, Sohee just stood there, probably concocting a million reasons to get rid of him. Anton remained on the couch, waiting for Sohee to say something, hoping that he would just so they didn’t have to remain in this standoff.
The handle of Sohee’s luggage clacked loudly to the floor. As tired as he seemed, he looked astonishingly posh; even his meanness twinged with something fetching. After a couple of deep breaths, Sohee pointed his finger at him.
“You.”
His voice was laced with venom. He huffed, opening his mouth again to tear into Anton, but not finding the words to do so. It was just ‘you.’ ‘You who is ruining my life. You who wormed your way into my family. You who won’t leave me alone. You. Just, you.’
Sohee picked up his luggage and went into the bedroom across from Anton’s, slamming the door as he did so. Next to the door on the wall was a canvas reading ‘Have Faith.’
Remaining there until bedtime, Anton picked through a book that was lying around while listening to the muted noises of Sohee settling in. When the light beneath his door finally went out, Anton went to his room, wondering if mercy felt better than the opposite.
—
Breakfast was spread before them, prepared perfectly as always by the Lees’ personal staff. As Anton’s father discussed what slopes they’d want to hit and when everyone should plan to meet up for lunch, Anton couldn’t help but notice the seat glaringly absent across from him. His sisters seemed to notice too, but it was because their mother slapped one of their hands away from his plate.
All the better. Anton stuffed himself; he knew that he wanted to be out of the house all day and needed the energy to do so. When a staff member started taking plates away, Sohee’s mother stopped him. She whispered as quietly as possible, but Anton tracked her lips, “Go check on him.”
The weather was wonderful again, and Anton took full advantage of how close the slopes were to the house to ski on his own. It took an hour or so to remember how to do everything, but once he got the hang of it, he was back to the black diamonds.
Stopping at one of the cabins halfway down the trail, he went in for water and was surprised to see someone of a similar age running the shop. Eager to speak to someone normal, he engaged in casual chat, which led to the clerk, Sungchan, asking about his lodging.
“I’m staying with a… family friend, basically. The Lees.”
“The Lees? You must know Sohee then.” The Sungchan noticed when Anton was taken aback. “Don’t be too surprised. We grew up together. They used to come here four times a year, so everyone here knows them.”
“I see…” It reminded Anton of Sohee’s other friends and how much he disliked them. Then again, if this guy knew him when he was younger, he might not be as bad. Sohee would crucify him for prying, but Anton felt as though this person was trustworthy enough. “What was he like as a kid?”
“A total brat.” Anton surprised himself with a laugh, and Sungchan seemed to enjoy it. “Shocker, right? Although nowadays it’s different even if he’s still stinking rich. If you knew how his mom acted back then though, that lady’s strict.”
“Strict?” Anton was drinking up every tidbit he was given.
“Yeah, he couldn’t even have any athiest or female friends. Does she still make him dress up for dinner?” Anton affirmed. “Wow, and he’s in college too. He always complained about how his sisters managed to bend the rules, and I’m sure they still don’t get along.” He leaned in close. “And the day she found out he was looking up porn on his laptop?”
The bell above the entrance rang, heralding a new customer. Anton reflexively stepped away, waving goodbye and stepping out. It was nice to hear that Sohee was a human under all of that, that maybe there are people privy to a different side of him… were. Downing his water, Anton pulled his goggles over his face and pushed off back down the mountain.
—
At 3 PM, the house looked empty. He’d timed it that way, hoping that he’d receive more grace as a guest for skipping meals while they were on holiday. The thought of having to live his entire life scheduled out like that made his skin crawl. In the fridge, he found a Saran-wrapped plate with his name on it and threw it in the microwave. Just as it beeped, Sohee appeared in the kitchen and made him jump. Anton’s reaction made him scowl.
Sohee followed the same steps as Anton, but did it more angrily, and Anton naturally moved to get out of his way. Just when Anton was ready to leave, fork in hand, Sohee spoke.
“Are they still out skiing?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” Sohee declared. He squinted at the microwave timer, his glasses nowhere to be seen. Anton wanted to see them on again. “When did they say they were coming back for dinner?
“Six.”
Sohee popped the microwave door open as soon as it beeped and leaned his back against the counter. “You skipped lunch?”
Anton nodded.
Sohee made some kind of noise and began swirling his fork into his food, mixing it all together. Anton felt as though it was safe to start eating off his own plate, leaning on the counter across from Sohee.
Sohee nodded as he ate, his demeanor concerningly lighter than usual, than last night. As he performed his facsimile of normal, Anton imagined how rough it must’ve been getting caught by his mother. What kind of porn was he even into? Anton tried to imagine what his type was, what kind of person he thought suited him if everything Anton did offended him.
It was hard to imagine what girl he’d like when all Anton could think of was how pretty his hand looked running up his dick.
“Do you think you’ll go out today?” Anton asked. If Sohee wanted to do normal, Anton could do normal.
Sohee dug his fork in and took a massive bite. Maybe making Anton wait a long time for an answer was the most sadistic thing he felt like doing that day. “No.”
Such ambivalence defied logic. He resented Anton’s being there, but now that Anton was at the house, he wasn’t going to leave. The idea that Sohee was secretly clingy tickled Anton in a way he had to tamp down.
Sohee scraped up the remnants of his plate. “Mom didn’t freak out on you?”
The subject of his mom made Anton answer guardedly. “Nope.”
Sohee snickered, but the sounds trailed off quickly, something else replacing his expression. Certainly, Anton’s answer wasn’t surprising, but he still obviously wanted a different one.
Sohee left his plate and fork on the counter behind him, wiped his hands together, and left without saying anything else. As he walked down the stairs, Anton’s brain buzzed. Sohee was capable of talking to him as a person.
Just as a grin eeked out on his face, a wave of self-awareness hit him. Sohee was successful at making him fixate on him if that was his goal. Whenever it was just the two of them, his body and mind were always oriented towards, ‘What’s Sohee thinking? What’s he going to do? When is he going to snap?’
He tried to pull his mind back to the original plan. Anton was safe this time, but that wasn’t reason enough to think anything had improved. The only trace of Sohee was his empty glass plate with its swirls of sauce. Anton looked within the frame and found the divination promising.
—
After dinner, everyone had been gathered around the fire outside, excluding the son who didn’t make it to dinner and his mother, who’d just left the patio. Gold flickered across the landscape in front of them, the ski village filling in the basin like a stream of fireflies. With a stack of chocolate bars, graham crackers, and marshmallows beside him, Anton was handed a skewer by his father and set to work.
As much as this family activity wasn’t optional, Sohee’s sisters both made that much clear with their bored silence, Anton appreciated the view and the warm fire. Looking out towards the night while slowly rotating his marshmallow made it easy to forget the circumstances.
The patio door opened with the favorite son and his mother stepping out. Sohee was gripping onto a throw blanket, squinting against the night breeze, and shivering. He took out his phone and threw himself onto the spot next to his sister, who immediately scooted away.
His mom, whose mood never dampened, turned to Anton. “How’s the swim team?”
Even the word ‘swim team’ summoned a plethora of inappropriate memories Anton didn’t want running through his head. He checked his marshmallow and cleared his throat. “It’s good, ma’am.”
Sohee looked up from his phone. Anton wanted to know if he was reminded of the same thing or if the ‘ma’am’ disconcerted him that night in particular.
“I heard that you did really well at the invitational last week.” She looked to Anton’s father, and they shared a smile.
“Yes.”
“Sohee did volleyball in high school until he decided he didn’t want to do it anymore. I told him he could’ve gotten onto the college team.”
“We have a good volleyball team too,” Anton supplied.
“Exactly.” She smiled at her son expectantly, only for him to ignore her, wiping his nose. When the silence stretched on for too long, she finally turned away.
Anton scooted his marshmallow onto a cracker with a chocolate square and carefully topped it. Unhinging his jaw to fit it in his mouth, he made eye contact with Sohee at exactly the moment it got all over his mouth. Nearly choking on the cracker, Anton tried his best to finish his bite as quickly as possible and get it off his lips. The longer Anton struggled to lick his lips clean, the more embarrassed he got.
Shoving his face into his phone, Sohee pulled the blanket harder over his lap.
Sohee’s mother pulled his focus back over. “So, Anton, our family has a tradition we do every time we come here. We go around and say one thing we’re grateful for. I don’t want to put you on the spot, so I’ll start and we’ll just go around this way. Is that alright with you?”
Anton looked to his father, who waited for an answer. The fact that they’d clearly had a conversation ahead of time about this made him feel incredibly odd. “Sure.”
“I’m happy to hear that. I’ll start.” She leaned over in her seat, and Sohee put his phone away. “I’m grateful for this wonderful day… I’m grateful for the many blessings God has given our family, his incredible generosity… and I’m most grateful that all of my family could be here together and open our home to you both.”
Anton chanced looking over at Sohee again. Nothing. His expression was steel-cold as he stared into the fire, barely even blinking as it failed to bring the light back to his eyes.
Sohee’s sisters both spoke, and then it was Sohee’s turn. He waited a long time to open his mouth; he’d been doing that a lot lately, but when he did, it was like Anton was seeing him again at that very first dinner. He effortlessly slid into that refined, uptight state.
“I’m grateful…” His words were as soft as slurry, his hands clasped together as if he was unconsciously confessing. “…for being loved and accepted, even when I make mistakes.”
Anton blinked, trying to make sense of the unexpected words. He couldn’t do it before everyone was turned to him, waiting for an answer.
“I’m grateful for your hospitality.”
Sohee’s mother was pleased. “Well, we love making you feel welcome here.”
She gave him a smile he returned, but he felt a set of eyes burning into his side as he did so. Anton decidedly didn’t look his way.
—
Hoping that his participation was enough, Anton was able to excuse himself early to get ready for bed while everyone was still sitting outside.
The heat was immediately welcome as he piled his blanket and coat on the bed and brushed his teeth. When he tried to find a washcloth, he realized that the staff must’ve taken the one from last night and forgotten to replace it. He looked at his bedroom door.
He didn’t even turn on a light, opting to shuffle barefoot to get around quietly. Anton got halfway to the stairs before a voice broke the silence, scaring the life out of him.
“Hey.” Sohee was on the couch with his arms crossed.
Instinct kicked in. “Hey.”
“What do you need?”
“…A washcloth.”
Sohee still had that blank expression, not that Anton could see him well at all. He’d been sitting on the suite area couch with the light off for who knows how long. He got up. “I have an extra one.”
“Okay.” When Sohee went into his room without asking Anton to follow, he added, “Thank you.”
No voice responded from within. Anton’s nerves were on edge again, replaying what he’d said earlier in the day to figure out if it was too late to run back into his room. Leaving would only make things worse tomorrow.
Sohee returned with it and held it out to Anton. When Anton’s fingers merely graced the thing, Sohee pulled it away.
“You know what they’re trying to do, right?” Sohee interrupted Anton’s train of thought, leaving him to blink at Sohee. He felt immediate pressure; he should know what he was talking about. “With this trip? These dinners? These… parties?”
Anton let out his breath and dropped his arms. “I do.”
“Then why aren’t you doing anything? Are you just waiting for us to start getting along like everyone else is?”
“No.” It pained Anton to speak. Sohee spoke as if getting along with someone was a perversion of the highest degree. “I told my dad I didn’t want to come and—”
“—And you found a way to make it anyway. What happens when they get married!?” When Anton looked up at the staircase, Sohee lowered his voice. “Every Christmas, every Easter, every winter break, I’ll be stuck with you. Say goodbye to whatever you have, you get to be miserable with my family for everything. You’d really whore yourself out like that? All for a fancy fucking vacation?”
Sohee slammed him up against the wall and stood back, smiling when Anton just stayed there on his own. Anton relaxed against the wall, soothed by his familiar, shallow words. “We’ve had nice vacations my entire life. I don’t care about that stuff.”
Sohee seemed to consider it, walking away from Anton before pausing. “Right. You do it so that you can perv on dick.”
Since Sohee gave him some space, Anton used it to sit properly in one of the chairs. “I don’t…” That’s not right. “If we don’t have a say in the matter, why should we fight over it?”
Sohee pivoted toward him. “You’re a complete degenerate, you know? I see the way you look at me, it gives me the fucking creeps, like you’re trying to undress me.” When Sohee rushed up to him, Anton stood up. “I bet you want them to get together so that I can’t escape you.”
“Even if I tried to talk to him…” Anton’s eyes were heavy. Sohee’s voice was nearly against his ears, each word more useless than the last. It didn’t matter that they were in the dark, Anton knew to look down. Looking down the barrel of a loaded gun, he asked Sohee, “Would she call it off for you?”
No response. Softly, like a feather falling to the ground, a hand came up to rest on Anton’s chest.
They were too close to yell, so Anton whispered. “Are you going to push me again?”
For a moment, it seemed as though that was it, Anton had talked him down somehow, but a second was all it took for Sohee to grab a pillow off the couch and throw it as hard as he could. Anton shielded himself and picked up one to throw back, but Sohee pushed him hard enough to have Anton nearly fall off the back of the couch. He tried to grab Anton’s hair, but Anton easily rolled them onto the floor, hitting their sides against the edge of the couch with a loud thump. When Anton tried to pin Sohee better, Sohee lifted his hips up so that he just slid against the floor.
Sohee’s head hit the wall, and Anton’s hand grabbed his shoulder; his entire forearm spanned across his torso to hold him down as Sohee tried to twist. Sohee smacked Anton in the head repeatedly until he finally did, rotating them until his torso pressed down perpendicular to Anton’s. Anton shielded his face from Sohee’s pummeling, but his arms immediately started hurting. Sohee was hitting hard. Anton managed to sneak his hand through and push Sohee’s chin up to get him off, getting his legs tangled in Sohee’s and putting him in prime position.
Just when he’d been given the chance to finally hit back and a million reasons to do so, Anton didn’t. He wanted something else. He took his thumb and put it on Sohee’s teeth, the way Sohee did to him that very first time. To Anton’s satisfaction, Sohee flinched, but there was nothing he could do when Anton pressed it to his upper lip. Anton then took his round cheeks and squished them into a pout, making Sohee pucker his lips.
Sohee looked to him as if there were a blade at his throat, his breath shaky on Anton’s fingers. His throat tightened, so Anton brushed his hand over it, feeling the tremble of the column and leaning his face further down.
If someone were going to hear them, they would’ve come by then. “There’s nothing we can do.”
“Get off m-me.” Sohee’s voice cracked. He tried to fling Anton off once again, but Anton just pushed his body closer.
Sohee trembled, specifically trying to move his waist away from Anton. Usually so petulant, he couldn’t do anything but squirm and further exhaust himself, hands going to Anton’s sides and squeezing. Anton’s little caresses just made it worse, the back of his hand feeling the mole-studded side of Sohee’s face. Anton’s thick hair hung over his eyes, lingering on the mere feeling of Sohee when he let the strength leave his body.
Sohee threw him off entirely with an exhale. Anton’s back leaned against the side of the couch while Sohee’s was on the wall. Sitting across from each other, legs sprawled out on the floor, they examined each other in the scarce light coming from upstairs.
Sohee’s hair stuck up, his skin pink wherever Anton touched him, but that’s not what Anton noticed first. Sohee had a tent in his pants and wasn’t even attempting to hide it. That made two of them.
Sohee fanned himself with his shirt while Anton wiped the sweat off his forehead with his, flashing Sohee with his stomach. It seemed that Sohee remembered it, eyes immediately falling to the bare skin there.
When Sohee shifted to his knees and crawled between Anton’s legs, Anton almost expected the fighting to start again, but then his nose pressed against Sohee’s cheek and all the questioning went away. Sohee flicked his lip once over Anton’s before he pressed in, Anton kissing him back immediately. The sound they made when their lips parted must’ve changed Sohee, because all hesitation left him. Anton kept kissing back, trying to savor his lips for even a second, but Sohee moved at his own pace, twisting and turning with a rhythm Anton couldn’t match.
Anton’s head caved in the side of the couch as Sohee widened his mouth over Anton’s. Just when Anton groaned from the dull ache, Sohee’s tongue traced around the inside of Anton’s mouth to spread him open wider. Already messy from the fight, Sohee took pleasure in petting his hair roughly in circles and making it look worse. Just when Anton thought he was done, Sohee unhinged his jaw as much as possible and took Anton’s tongue into his jaw.
Anton shivered, his voice girlish as Sohee threatened to eat him alive. He brought a hand up to the back of Sohee’s neck and stroked his nape possessively, then moved on to feel his muscular, narrow shoulders as they flexed under his clothes.
He hadn’t even noticed that he’d been moving his head around until Sohee’s hands both came up to hold it still. Sohee’s teeth felt like ice on him, as did his nails. The way he selfishly took control and did whatever he wanted, even if it hurt Anton, especially if it hurt Anton, was intoxicating in a way that blurred all fear.
When hands started feeling up Anton’s arms, Anton flinched. Regretfully breaking their kiss, Anton examined his arms for the spots Sohee had hit earlier.
Sohee spoke with a congested voice, saliva thickened with Anton’s. “I have a cold pack in my room.”
—
He didn’t care about the marks or the way Sohee pushed him onto the bed; the offer Sohee made was illegitimate. Anton’s shirt had already been torn off, so Sohee took care of the rest, leaving him naked on his sheets and waiting.
Upon seeing Anton’s hard dick again, Sohee grinned. “You’re as easy as ever.” He grabbed the back of his shirt before pulling down everything else. What Anton saw when Sohee confronted him in the shower left little to the imagination, but Anton still felt his head spin seeing his bare waist.
Sohee had those same narrow hips, his toned body still skinny despite his built-up muscle. Moles were scattered around the entirety of his body and eroticized his figure with slight imperfections. His cock was hard enough to look heavy already, but it filled out more as he gave it a couple of strokes, showing off to Anton. After grabbing the bottle of coconut oil off his nightstand, he joined Anton.
On the bed, Sohee’s hands immediately went to Anton’s thighs, pushing him further up the bed and crawling on top. Spreading Anton’s legs apart, his knees locked underneath Anton’s and pushed to see how far he would stretch for him. Anton contorted until his legs strained, leaving a happy Sohee to start jerking off. If Anton relaxed any amount, Sohee would press just a bit harder to feel the muscles resist.
Anton’s hands held Sohee’s collarbone, trailing across to feel the scant muscle there. When his hand went towards his chest, Sohee gave him a look. “I’m not a fucking girl.”
Anton’s voice could barely be heard over the slick noises of the lube. “I know.”
Deciding to test his luck, Anton circled his nipples with both hands, just kneading and tracing around them. Teasing one of them between two of his fingers, Anton tried not to be too satisfied when Sohee’s hand hesitated over himself, but he looked so attractive as his chest caved in, biting his lip to seal the deal. When Anton did it again, Sohee elbowed his hands away.
Sohee leaned over Anton’s torso, pace increasing as he lowered their crotches to meet. With the expanse of pretty skin before him, Anton nestled into his neck and felt the soft skin push and pull against his nose. As his lips dragged on the cushion of his nape, Anton confessed to himself that he liked the way it felt more than Sohee’s lips, using his other hand to hold Sohee’s head still as he marked it with kisses. With a groan, Sohee used both of his hands to join their dicks and started stroking them.
Anton’s chest heaved as he struggled to swallow his own spit. Sohee’s hands were as dainty as his face, and his fingers stretched wide to fit them both. The size difference was enough to get him sweating, but every time Sohee stroked, the tip of his dick flicked the crown of Anton’s, making his stomach clench. All he could do was groan into Sohee’s neck every time it happened, the sensation of Sohee’s cock rubbing against his making his body strain with arousal.
“You like bitching guys, don’t you?” Sohee muttered, letting go and focusing solely on Anton’s dick. Sohee’s empty hand fell to the mattress below, shifting his waist higher up. “I bet they choke on your big dick.”
Anton leaned his head back to meet his eyes, running his hands up and down Sohee’s thighs to feel the plush muscles there. Sohee’s hand couldn’t reach around the entirety of his dick now that it was erect, and instead of turning Anton off, it did just the opposite. He swallowed his choppy breath, trying to take in every part of Sohee’s adorable face before considering if what he was about to do was what Sohee wanted or if that’s just what he told himself.
Wordlessly, Anton flipped them over, pushing Sohee on his back and kissing him by his ear when he let out an abrasive groan. His fingers webbed with Sohee’s and pushed them into the mattress, resisting Sohee’s movements. With Sohee all to himself, he pressed his nose into Sohee’s hair and smelled the musky perfume of his expensive conditioner, getting harder every time Sohee’s voice gasped beneath him.
To the sound of Sohee’s groans, his free hand slid down Sohee’s stomach, past his hips and crotch, right to the spot that made Sohee grab his shoulder.
“Ah—nn!” Sohee’s voice was raspy. “Don’t… touch there…”
When Anton curved a thumb at his hole, catching his perineum in his palm, he almost thought Sohee would protest further, but alas, he said nothing, just shutting his eyes and crooning like a bird when he rubbed at his entrance.
“It’s not going to go in if I don’t.” Anton’s voice was nurturing as he removed his hand and pumped oil from Sohee’s bottle. In truth, he had barely more of a clue than Sohee, but the certainty he had over his desire to do it anyway compensated for it. His lips trembled slightly as they fell over Sohee’s, with Sohee only flinching slightly when Anton’s lips first touched his. The two of them shared a shaky kiss before Anton’s hand returned to his entrance.
Anton swallowed, tapping his wet pointer finger on Sohee’s entrance and watching as he tried to save every moan for himself. When Anton finally pressed a finger in, Sohee released it, his voice crackling as Anton intruded. It sank in slowly, the finger puncturing deep inside before Anton’s knuckle balked.
Sohee had just managed to even out his breath when Anton curled it inward to comb his prostate. His fangs flashed as his mouth hung open, letting whatever noises escape him as he coped with the feeling. Watching Sohee do his best to accept it excited Anton more than he could’ve dreamed, his second finger pushing down quicker than he should’ve just to hear Sohee cry.
When Anton had stretched three fingers inside of him, Sohee finally began to return to himself. Their roles were reversed; Anton was breathing with effort as Sohee lay back, dreamy eyes blinking slowly at Anton. When Anton started to roll his fingers in and out, Sohee let go of Anton and sat up on his elbows.
“Are you gonna just sit there with your fingers up my ass the whole night?” Sohee grabbed Anton’s dick and started loosely jerking him off again. “I could’ve done that myself.”
Anton leaned in close as Sohee’s head turned away, avoiding him. Anton didn’t know how long this Sohee would last, so he had to relish it. “You want it that bad?” Sohee pushed him away at his shoulder but moved his hand faster, trying to adjust his hips to make himself more comfortable and failing. “Or do you just want it to hurt?”
“No,” Sohee whined. He had objected, but squeezed the base of his cock and pumped the shaft with a white-knuckle grip. Anton smiled to himself, pulling his fingers out and grabbing more oil. He slicked up his cock until it ran onto the sheets, then sat on his knees and grabbed Sohee’s hips. Jolted onto Anton’s lap, Sohee’s back fell onto the bed and watched helplessly as Anton lined himself up.
“Ah—ah…” Sohee’s little voice choked when Anton pressed his tip against his hole, seemingly impossible to enter with how tight it was.
Anton soothed Sohee’s stomach. “You have to relax.”
Sohee followed his command, face squinting as he took deep breaths. Pushing at Sohee’s narrow rim again, Anton felt his entire core tighten as Sohee stretched open for him. The tip fit through, and Anton gave a shallow thrust just to see how it caught on Sohee’s hole. With all of the oil, Anton could see the extra slide out of Sohee’s tight body and leak out.
Anton’s back arched as he pushed in further, bottoming out and hearing Sohee whine. Looking down, he was surprised to see that Sohee had managed to fit him. Sohee’s cock swatched his stomach with precum, the underside prominently arched. Still in awe, Anton reached down to feel Sohee’s cock, but Sohee stopped his hand just as he touched it.
“Fuck, don’t do that.” Sohee’s head lolled over as he struggled to look between them. “I’m…”
Anton angled himself further in and brushed his fingers delicately over his dick, Sohee’s grip around his wrists present but weak.
“Please, I’ll…” Sohee pressed his cheek against the mattress. His dick twitched as he said that, leaking precum onto Anton as his fingers brushed by the tip.
Anton swallowed a moan as he pulled out a mere inch to push it back in. Sohee’s body was still tight no matter how well he did relaxing; Anton was forced to move slowly.
“F—uck!” Sohee shouted. Anton pulled halfway out of him and reinserted it all the way. Even if he wanted to, Anton couldn’t pick up the pace; Sohee was just too tight for him, making all the blood run to his throbbing cock.
When Anton swore he was gearing up for his orgasm, Sohee suddenly planted his heels on the bed behind him and sat up halfway in his lap. Anton had to rest back on his haunches as he grabbed onto Sohee’s shoulder and hip while Sohee held onto his shoulder and knee for support, their bodies forming a ‘V.’
Sohee started moving himself, spearing himself on Anton’s cock and cursing him at the same time. Thighs strained over Anton’s as Sohee lifting himself up and grinded down to fuck himself. Anton was on cloud nine, everything aligning to push him towards his climax.
Anton’s stomach clenched forward, involuntary spasms shoving cum deep inside of Sohee as his voice ripped into one long, pathetic moan, whimpering and high. Each hit of his orgasm drained more and more of him until Sohee was fucking himself on nothing but a soft dick and cum.
“Sohee…” Anton said it like a pet name, like ‘lover.’ His mouth searched for Sohee’s, but Sohee was distracted, fisting his cock as Anton’s cum started running down his testicles, making a slapping sound every time he bottomed out.
“You couldn’t even finish fucking me.” Sohee gritted his teeth as he slammed his hips down. “You’re such a fucking slut, coming so quickly.” Anton could only get his mouth on Sohee’s chin as Sohee hunkered down, grinding against him and jerking himself off, with both movements being obscenely loud. “You’re so—”
Sohee’s voice cut off, his load painting Anton’s abs as Sohee’s shoulders shook. The cum ran down to where their bodies met just as Sohee grabbed Anton’s cheeks with one hand and forced him into the kiss Anton had been waiting for.
Sohee’s tongue moved fast; his determination to take every last bit out of Anton was unstoppable. Even when they fell onto the bed together, Anton having pulled out, they ravished each other like animals, like they couldn’t comprehend exhaustion. Hands grabbed everywhere as their heads divoted the pillows and bodies tangled like they were fighting all over again.
When they’d grown tired of it, Sohee simply turned over and pulled the cover half over his body. Unofficially allowed to stay, Anton at least pulled on his underwear to lie back in bed. He kneaded his lips between two fingers, the raw wounds still sending echoes of pleasure down Anton’s spine even as the older ones dissipated. Rolling over to see Sohee’s crumpled figure, Anton grinned and wondered how long he could keep coming back to Sohee.
Tucking his nose into the base of Sohee’s skull, Anton pictured himself as a phoenix, flares of ash scattering just to collect again. Even if it was unlikely, he wanted to be born again and again, with Sohee as the lone controller of his fate. In the suffocation of Sohee’s chambers, sleep came to Anton as a fire diminished.
Deep into winter, the night scattered all living things in the absence of the sun, but all found hollows.