Sentimental Shower

#029

Yeon Tae-soo’s eyes widened. Seeing this, Mr. Yoo, Yoo Seong-woo, ‘turned off’ one of his functions – the ability to read emotions through facial expressions.

I’m afraid of your emotions. I’m afraid of your kindness.

Perhaps that’s why he wanted to run away. Scared prematurely by unfamiliar kindness.

He had been fighting nausea and rummaging inside himself to turn off this function.

Even scolding himself for this stupidity – being afraid that this function might reveal Yeon Tae-soo’s negative emotions towards him – was useless.

The master of Eden, the king of Haeya-dong. Unlike the smiling face he showed whenever he saw him, the man looked good in a black suit, as if he were the personification of the color black.

Wanting to sincerely believe in the kindness this man showed him.

“Seong-woo,” Yeon Tae-soo breathed out his name in a whisper-like tone.

“It’s a pretty name, Seong-woo.”

His hand reached out and cupped Yoo Seong-woo’s cheek over the mask.

“Though not as pretty as your face.”

His body temperature was higher than his own. He couldn’t tell the exact difference, but it always felt hot. Was this temperature difference between humans and androids? If so, are you as hot as the emotions I lack?

“It’s a good pronunciation to roll around in your mouth.”

The hand that had cupped his cheek now pressed lightly on his lips over the mask.

Mr. Yoo, Yoo Seong-woo, lowered his eyes. He could see Yeon Tae-soo’s neatly dressed upper body. The black color that didn’t match his playful smile.

“Seong-woo.”

Everything felt contradictory and dissonant. That he was the golden, brilliant master of Eden. That Yeon Tae-soo seemed to have more mechanical parts in his body than himself, an android, felt strange.

And above all, the strangest thing was his expression.

“Why? Why are you lowering your head?”

Everywhere Yeon Tae-soo’s gaze touched felt like it was burning. The seemingly insignificant temperature difference felt strangely large.

“Because… you’re staring…”

“You don’t like being looked at? Should I not look?”

The hand that had been on his cheek moved down to find and grasp Yoo Seong-woo’s hand that was hanging by his thigh. What exactly was the temperature difference?

“There’s not much to see properly anyway with you wearing a mask.”

“…If I take off the mask.”

Call it a whim if you like. Or should it be called a malfunction? It didn’t matter what it was called.

Yoo Seong-woo wanted to trust him. No human had ever looked at him this way.

He now knew exactly why he felt a sense of alienation every time he saw him. The source of that alienation was the kindness he showed him.

“If you take it off, will you not stare like that?”

Though he couldn’t analyze Yeon Tae-soo’s expression with his smile gone, he could read it well enough. The bewilderment of the man before him, and even greater excitement.

A crack appeared in the face of the man who always acted so composed. Like heated stone cracking, heat could be felt from that crack. The hand touching him was hot.

His body was both bait and prey. A means to feed this man and keep him close.

And seeing this man’s expression, he could tell even with his analysis function turned off. That he had cast the bait properly.

He brought his hand to his ear where the mask strap was hooked.

Just as he was about to pull the strap, Yeon Tae-soo’s hand reached out and gently grasped his wrist.

“Why…”

You wanted to see my face, didn’t you? Just as he was about to look up, puzzled by the restraining hand, Yeon Tae-soo’s face came close.

And his lips touched the mask.

The unfamiliar warmth transmitted clearly through the mask. The lips covering it like drinking something hot were stimulating in themselves. Even without a tongue entering or hot saliva flowing in.

In the end, clothes came off before the mask. The t-shirt was pulled up, and pants were removed, sliding down to his ankles.

“Seong-woo.”

It was a voice that seemed to crack. Yeon Tae-soo knew the cause of his thirst.

It was because he hadn’t fucked him yet, and because he hadn’t taken off this damn mask yet, that he was so impatient.

“Seong-woo.”

“Why do you keep…”

He struggles when I trap his body in my arms. Isn’t this why I keep going crazy? Yeah, there’s no other reason than that.

“Why do I keep calling your name, you ask?”

He pressed his lips to the mask again.

In truth, he could easily remove a mask like this. The same went for taking his body. There were countless ways to seduce him without resorting to the terrible act of undressing and raping him.

The reason he didn’t was because he feared the emptiness that would come after finally obtaining what he desired.

“Because I like your name.”

What if this thirst disappears after I finally possess him?

The emptiness that would come rushing in the moment he ejaculates after kneading this pretty thing with his hands and fucking him thoroughly with his dick was already terrifying.

No matter what he did, emptiness always followed the pleasure of climax. Possessing this man would likely be no different.

The more stimulating the act, the more stimulating the sex, the greater the emptiness that followed.

That’s why he had been putting it off. Yeon Tae-soo was tired of boredom.

The sense of powerlessness that would come after eating this pretty thing would surely be greater than any other time.

“It’s a pronunciation that tickles the mouth just right.”

“…You seem to have a knack for saying embarrassing things.”

“So you don’t like hearing it?”

Yoo Seong-woo shook his head. Why did it have to be a star of all things?

“It’s not that I don’t like it…”

Yoo Seong-woo didn’t continue. His tightly closed lips seemed visible through the mask. The answer wasn’t necessary anyway. Today, he wanted to hear a different voice.

In other words, it meant he had made up his mind.

He pulled the half-naked man closer. With one hand firmly embracing his waist, the other hand sought out the cleft of his buttocks.

As his finger dug into the tightly closed cleft, the man’s body trembled. He liked this vibration. Though he felt delicately fragile as if he would collapse if pushed, when their bodies met, he could clearly tell they were both men.

He persistently pushed his finger into the cleft of his buttocks. Having received it once before, it was a bit easier than last time.

Deeper, just a little deeper, but not enough to hurt. Moving slowly with the feeling of squeezing patience from the very bottom.

The doctor’s breath scattered over his shoulder. It was a hot and ticklish breath.

“Ah, uh…”

Finally, when he reached a certain spot, a beautiful sound burst out as if it couldn’t be held back. At the same time, lips buried into his shoulder. Too embarrassed to cover his own mouth, he did this instead.

His expression always seemed angry with its sharp edge, but the intention behind each action was crystal clear.

Was that why he was more impatient? This veterinarian, though terrified of him, didn’t run away. Rather, he even seemed to be trying to use him.

It was obvious that he dared to try and use him, but it wasn’t hateful.

Was it because he looked desperate? Unlike himself who was barely living, unable to die, the other looked like he was hanging off a cliff, so did he want to reach out a hand? It was a meager sympathy.

When he suddenly pulled out the deeply inserted finger, he could feel the surprised inner walls tightening sharply. Imagining how it would tighten like this when he inserted and withdrew his dick made his already hard lower part ache even more.

Yeon Tae-soo picked him up suddenly. He firmly placed the struggling body on his shoulder and walked to the bed.

Unlike the rough action of lifting him up, the touch with which he laid him on the bed was only gentle.

“You’re heavier than I thought.”

“…I may be shorter than you, but I have my own muscles.”

“I can see that.”

He looked down at Yoo Seong-woo’s body lying on the bed.

“Your body looks like it was made.”

Why did the words meant as a compliment seem somewhat mocking?

Anyway, Yeon Tae-soo couldn’t hold back any longer. He took the half-erect dick into his mouth.

“Ah, w-wait!”

As expected, it was delicious. As soon as he put it in his mouth, the man’s scent flowed into his nose. It was a strange scent. Somewhat bitter and tasting of iron.

Yeon Tae-soo sucked on his dick as if he had lost his mind. Slurp, sluuurp, he thoroughly wet the lower part with obscene sounds. Yoo Seong-woo’s shaft and testicles were soon soaked with saliva.

“S-stop, ah, ah!”

The sounds bursting out uncontrollably were welcome. Could human flesh smell this sweet? Or had something gone wrong with his head?

He felt like he was losing his mind. Even without penetration, the man’s lower part was already wet as if he had ejaculated once.

Feeling the moisture below, he inserted his non-prosthetic hand into the man’s hole again. As soon as his fingers entered, he could feel the tightly squeezing inner walls and temperature.

The dick in his mouth twitched and responded. It was cute how it reacted precisely to every suck and every stimulation below.

He thrust one finger into the bottom making squelch, squelch sounds while sucking the dick with his mouth. Soon, he could feel the dick in his mouth becoming rigid to its limit.

“S-stop, ah, hng, wait, I’m…! Uh!”

Instead of saying it was okay to come, Yeon Tae-soo stroked his thigh with his prosthetic hand. As soon as the hard metal sensation scraped down the tender inside of his thigh, Yeon Tae-soo’s mouth was filled with his semen.

Yeon Tae-soo swallowed everything he released. Despite being fishy, it wasn’t unpleasant at all. Rather, he wanted to eat more.

“S-stop, stop, sucking…! Hng! Ah!”

It must have been painful to have his dick sucked right after ejaculating. However, he had no intention of showing mercy.

He swallowed it all the way to the base. He sucked on the glans that had entered deep into his throat with slurping sounds. Again, it wasn’t unpleasant.

He wasn’t the type to voluntarily suck someone off, though he would if forced. Moreover, deep throating.

The remaining semen flowed into his throat, which had never swallowed anything but food and alcohol. He squeezed the soft glans into the back of his throat.

“Hng, ah, Y-Yeon, sir…! Uh!”

Should he beg to be called by name only during sex? Even to himself, it seemed like quite a good idea.

In the end, Yeon Tae-soo only removed what he had in his mouth after making him ejaculate once more. He didn’t remove his fingers.

“Seong-woo.”

He licked his semen-coated lips once and raised his upper body. With such a lewd body, yet he had a name with a clear tone.

His name was still unfamiliar. But it was good to call. Isn’t the desire to roll around in one’s mouth similar for both body and name?

He repeatedly pressed the spots that the veterinarian, Yoo Seong-woo, liked. It was enjoyable to observe him panting with his mouth open, unable even to moan.

It was a good excuse that he needed to stretch this tight place for a long time before he could thrust in his own dick with its piercings. Thanks to this, Yeon Tae-soo could touch inside him to his heart’s content. Until the hole became not just soft, but mushy.