Sentimental Shower

#031

Yeon Tae-soo moved his hips again. Every time the beaded texture scraped and ground against somewhere inside him, Yoo Seong-woo let out a moan that was almost a scream.

“Ah, hng, too, deep! Hngh!”

“Mm, too deep? Should I do it shallower?”

The thing filling him up completely withdrew halfway. When he moved again, this time the bumpy part of the beads repeatedly brushed against the entrance. The sensation of the beads wobbling and brushing against the tightly stretched part was even harder to endure.

“Th-this is, hah! Ah!”

“Mmm, okay.”

Though it would be understandable to get annoyed when he complained about this and that, Yeon Tae-soo moved his hips without showing any anger.

It was almost like he was servicing him. If not for his half-crazed eyes, one might really think he was just servicing him.

Thump, thump, with each collision of flesh, the tender area around the hole turned bright red. The bumpy mass digging into his insides was too stimulating.

“Ung, ah, ahk!”

As the thing that had entered deep inside strongly ground against a certain spot, pleasure rushed in. He reached climax once again.

Following that, he felt semen flowing into him. The semen that flowed in with a gurgle was a little hotter than his own body temperature. Probably because Yeon Tae-soo’s body temperature was higher than his.

Why was he made to feel pleasure so similar to humans? Was it also because he was made for entertainment?

Without realizing it, he scratched at Yeon Tae-soo’s shoulders. He resented that Yeon Tae-soo was still wearing his dress shirt, unlike himself who was completely naked.

“Want me to take off my clothes? Hm?”

And even that feeling was seen through.

Yeon Tae-soo willingly took off his clothes. His body, full of scars, was fully revealed.

As Yoo Seong-woo weakly fumbled at his shoulders, his hands kept falling away, so Yeon Tae-soo pulled them up. The metal prosthetic hand interlaced fingers with him. After wrapping Yoo Seong-woo’s arms around his neck, he started moving again.

Again, that distant pleasure. It felt like his body was collapsing and being rebuilt. A brilliant ecstasy exploded in his head. The display couldn’t even show warning messages anymore. It seemed completely broken.

“Haa, I’m dying, really… Ah…”

Yeon Tae-soo let out a low moan. Yoo Seong-woo thought his two differently colored eyes were like stars. Stars have different temperatures depending on their color, but his two eyes, though different in color, were exploring him with the same temperature. Both burning hot. So hot he dared not look directly at them.

The pleasure pouring into him was also like a rain of stars. When pleasure was given, light burst brightly. He let out screaming moans under it.

Semen flowed from his penis again. Because Yeon Tae-soo didn’t stop even though he had reached climax, his ejaculating penis shook back and forth. Semen sprayed everywhere.

“I, came, came, st-stop, ung, ah!”

“Mm, mm.”

The answering voice was still endlessly gentle. The semen that sprayed everywhere landed not only on his own body but also on Yeon Tae-soo’s scarred body. Seeing his own semen dotting Yeon Tae-soo’s scars in translucent white gave him a strange feeling of sacrilege.

His first experience of human sex was a terrible act that was messy, dirty, and mind-blowing. At the same time, it felt so good that his body heated up uncontrollably.

As he scratched at the bare skin offered to him, Yoo Seong-woo thought:

If he was really made for entertainment, there couldn’t be a bigger failure.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be clinging so desperately to the man violating him.

‘I like it.’

It was the first pleasure his manufactured body had given him.

Instead of begging for more, more, to take this sensation he was feeling for the first time in his life to the extreme, Yoo Seong-woo pulled Yeon Tae-soo’s body towards him again and again, struggling to accept the overwhelming pleasure.

***

His whole body ached with muscle pain. Though he wanted to just lie there out of laziness, Yeon Tae-soo went to the trouble of wetting a towel and wiping down various parts of his body.

The problem was that his hands didn’t avoid touching the embarrassing parts deep inside.

“Th-there, I’ll wipe it myself.”

“Now, now, you won’t even be able to see it, right? Planning to do some acrobatics?”

Though he struggled out of embarrassment, Yeon Tae-soo silenced his complaints with a “Shhh” sound of inhaling.

Only after thoroughly wiping his body did Yeon Tae-soo lie down beside him. As their body heat drew closer, Yoo Seong-woo felt his heart ease. Just that much, as much as Yeon Tae-soo’s higher body temperature.

Lying beside him, Yeon Tae-soo’s gaze persistently scanned Yoo Seong-woo’s face. No, persistent wasn’t enough to describe it. It was as if his gaze had hands.

He felt he couldn’t bear Yeon Tae-soo’s gaze any longer, staring as if stripping his face bare. Yoo Seong-woo brought his fingers to his mask strap again.

This was his first gamble in Eden. It was a disadvantageous gamble where he had to call without knowing his hand or being able to bluff, but if he won, he could gain a life.

Yeon Tae-soo’s eyes, right in front of him as they lay facing each other, were wide with surprise. Somehow, his differently colored eyes seemed to see right through him.

Though he was clearly looking at two eyes, it felt like even the black moonstone embedded in his heart would be exposed. He praised himself for not turning his emotion detection function back on.

To avoid exposing the big thing, he had to expose the small thing. That was the only card he could show.

“…It’s funny to be wearing just a mask when everything else is off, isn’t it?”

Even to his own ears, it was a feeble excuse.

Yeon Tae-soo’s hand reached out and grasped the top of his mask. The bridge of his nose tickled where the fingertips touched.

“There’s only one reason I want to take off Mr. Yoo’s mask.”

Those fingertips pulled down the mask with somewhat strong force.

“Because I want to kiss you properly.”

The sensation of his face being fully exposed was brief, and then Yeon Tae-soo’s lips covered it.

Yeon Tae-soo’s lips, touching for the first time, were so hot their temperature was high. He closed his eyes and fully accepted that heat.

Lips parted and a tongue dug in. Breaths entangled. The kiss was as messy as the previous night’s sex. The sound of saliva and breaths mixing continued. Liquid dripped down his mouth, squelching.

Yeon Tae-soo didn’t let him go. Even when he was panting from lack of breath, Yeon Tae-soo firmly held the back of his neck and rubbed their lips together.

His exhales were stolen as soon as he breathed out, and inhales were only allowed through Yeon Tae-soo’s lips. Unlike the rough tongue, the fingertips now caressing his waist were soft.

Even though it was a kiss that left him breathless, Yoo Seong-woo clung to him more. It was like a poison that made you want more the more you breathed it in.

Only when it truly became hard to bear from lack of breath did Yeon Tae-soo let him go. As soon as their lips parted, Yoo Seong-woo inhaled deeply, panting.

The cold metal prosthetic hand touched his panting back. Yoo Seong-woo shrank from the chill tracing along his spine from neck to back.

When he raised his lowered gaze, he saw Yeon Tae-soo’s blatant eyes lying opposite him. How could such intensely blue eyes contain such burning lust?

“…Aren’t you staring too much?”

He asked, trying to act calm. It was the first time he had shown his bare face to someone since escaping from his creator.

A face identical to Yoo-hyun’s. Those who remember him would be shocked to see it. But Yeon Tae-soo said he didn’t know him. Those words – that he hadn’t looked at tablets at all while doing mercenary work during Yoo-hyun’s brief period of activity – tempted Yoo Seong-woo. To show his hand.

If he could gain Yeon Tae-soo’s trust with this, if he could receive the protection of the king of Haeya-dong, that would be profit enough.

The non-prosthetic hand, the fingers that had pulled down his mask, lightly pressed the tip of his nose, then traced down to his nostrils and brushed his lips. All the while, Yoo Seong-woo held his breath, tense.

He briefly considered closing his eyes and turning on his emotion detection function, but felt like Yeon Tae-soo would notice him manipulating his electronic brain in that moment. That’s how intense Yeon Tae-soo’s gaze was.

“I’m lamenting the poverty of my imagination.”

Fortunately, his gaze didn’t waver. Yoo Seong-woo met Yeon Tae-soo’s gaze directly, as he looked down at him like a solid star fixed in the sky.

There was no doubt. It was clear enough to distinguish even without the emotion detection function. Instead, there was wonder.

“My aesthetic standards are skyrocketing right now, baby.”

Yeon Tae-soo, who had casually uttered such an embarrassing line, came in to kiss him again.

The cool prosthetic hand rummaging through his hair seemed to tremble slightly, but that was probably just his imagination.

In the middle of continuing the kiss, when Yoo Seong-woo inadvertently opened his eyes slightly, he felt chills all over his body. The intense blue eyes looking back at him had suddenly lost all emotion.

No, a different emotion had taken its place.

‘What, what’s this…’

Hostility.

Even without turning on his function, he could feel enough hostility to perceive it clearly.

The moment he recognized this fact, Yeon Tae-soo’s eyes closed again. The hostility that had flashed by like a body scan disappeared as if it had never been there.

No, that couldn’t be right. Hadn’t he been pleased looking at his face just moments ago? He definitely had.

It must be because the blue eye was a prosthetic, a non-human part. He must have imagined it when he saw that eye. Believing this, Yoo Seong-woo wrapped his arms around Yeon Tae-soo’s neck.