Yeon Woojeong glanced back and grabbed my penis, spreading his legs wide so that the tip of my penis touched his opening. Then he slowly settled down. I sucked in a breath at the sudden pressure. The warm inner walls sucked my length in. I exhaled slowly, scratching my palm with my fingertips.

“Ahhh…”

Yeon Woojeong, who had taken in my thing completely, tilted his head and stroked his hair up, but I couldn’t see his face. I could almost imagine the look on his face. However, I wanted to see it for myself. I thought he would show it to me, but Yeon Woojeong kept his gaze away from me and slowly moved his hips. 

My penis poked through the mound and then buried itself. His straight, broad shoulders and pronounced wing bones, his long spine and narrowing waist… The two points above his ass dented with each movement of his body back and forth.

“Nnhh, hhht, aahh…”

Yeon Woojeong’s moans became distant, and he moved by himself, ignoring me. Each time he dropped down on me, a slapping sound was heard. My penis slid this way and that as he moved, thrusting all over his inner walls. The walls that had been so tightly squeezing my penis gradually gave way and softened. I bit my lip as my head throbbed at the dizzying sensation, then released it.

“Mr. Yeon.”

Yeon Woojeong stroked my thigh at my calling, but he didn’t look back. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to see his face. Each time Yeon Woojeong rocked his hips, pleasure built within me, but I couldn’t feel satisfied.

“Mr. Yeon, look at me.”

“Hahhh…”

“Ugh, come on, look at me.”

His movements ceased for a moment. He tilted his head to the right and leisurely tapped my thigh with his fingers. Then he, cradling my cock, rocked his lower body back and forth. My penis felt tight, crushed against his inner walls. My stomach, my body, felt like it was being knocked out of me. My thighs where his hands touched grew hot, and pleasure surged instantly. 

Gritting my teeth, I strained my hands and my hips before forcing my upper body to rise. I slipped my bound hands over Yeon Woojeong’s head and hugged him.

“Look at me, I said.”

I grabbed Yeon Woojeong’s chin and turned his head around. Only then he looked back at me with a smile on his face. I kissed his cheek and then bit his earlobe.

“Ah.”

Thinking that I had bitten him a bit painfully, I licked it with my tongue, and Yeon Woojeong laughed again. Bracing himself against me, he slowly got up. I felt empty as my penis escaped him. He turned around to face me and took my thing back in.

We made eye contact. Warm eyes filled with happiness. It felt like my upset heart was dipped in warm water. My chest loosened up softly.

“I don’t like this.”

I whispered, and Yeon Woojeong kissed my cheek and asked, “You didn’t like it?” Then, he took away my hands and untied the belt. With my hands finally being freed, I grabbed Yeon Woojeong’s cheeks with both hands and kissed him on the lips. I urgently searched every corner of his mouth. Yeon Woojeong followed my lead and twisted our tongues together. It felt so good to just touch him, leaving me breathless. I hugged Yeon Woojeong tightly. He wrapped his arms around me and patted my back.

***

The first musical I watched was glittery. Actors in heavy makeup, singing and dancing all over the stage, music filling the theater, and happy audiences. The entire theater felt like Christmas, and it was enough to make anyone’s heart happy just to sit and watch. 

On the way home, I chatted with Yeon Woojeong about the musical and the full course of Korean food we had for dinner. Even though I talked in a rambling, disorganized manner, Yeon Woojeong understood and related to me. It was always amazing to hear him pinpoint the emotions that were floating around in my head that even I couldn’t quite put my finger on. 

Behind the steering wheel, a faint smile tugged at the corners of Yeon Woojeong’s mouth. The nighttime landscape behind him looked warm.

“Mr. Yeon.”

“Hmm?”

“How was today?”

It might seem a little childish to attach meaning to something like this, but since it was his first birthday with me, I hoped it would be a very good one. Something he would remember for a long time to come, just like my birthday was. 

He glanced back at me and held out his hand. I took it, and warmth seeped into my palm.

“It’s good to have days like this. That’s what I thought.”

Yeon Woojeong lifted my hand in his and kissed it. The back of my hand where his lips had touched felt ticklish.

“On your next birthday, I promise I won’t go anywhere and stay with you.” 

“It couldn’t be helped back then.”

“When it comes to you, it shouldn’t be something that couldn’t be helped.”

I was really fine, but it seemed he had been troubled by it. Suddenly, Yeon Woojeong looked fluffy. I released my grip and gently touched his cheek, and he giggled and turned his head to kiss my hand. 

Soon, our home was in front of us. Even though it was warm in the car, I felt like I was melting as soon as I saw our home. 

As soon as I entered the home, I headed to the kitchen. I took the cake out of the fridge, and Yeon Woojeong smiled and draped his coat over a chair.

“Do you still have something to give?” 

I had organized everything from morning to evening, and this was the last thing on my agenda. After taking the cake out of the box, I brought the gift from my room. Sitting down, Yeon Woojeong watched me with smiling eyes. 

I put a candle on the cake and lit it with a match. After turning off the lights in the kitchen, the candlelight cozily illuminated the space. All done. I let out a deep breath, gesturing to him to blow out the candle, but he laid himself back in his chair.

“Where’s the song?” 

“… Just blow it out.”

“Argh, I’ve never heard a happy birthday song on my birthday, though.”

He looked like he wouldn’t blow the candle out until I sang the song. Is that true? I stared at him with a doubtful gaze, but Yeon Woojeong’s face looked firm.

If he was telling the truth, even though it was embarrassing, it wasn’t like I couldn’t sing him the song. I hesitated for a moment, and when I saw the wax drip, I took a breath and opened my mouth.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. My dear…”

Fixing my gaze on the flame, I hesitated for a moment whether to say Yeon Woojeong or Mr. Yeon, but then I locked eyes with him. Sweet, candlelit eyes. No one would ever look at me like that.

“… Happy birthday to you.”

I fumbled the song. Even though it was crap, Yeon Woojeong lifted the corners of his lips and blew on the candle. A thin wisp of smoke rose from the extinguished candle. I rubbed my itchy palms together and then spoke.

“Mr. Yeon, congratulations on being born.”

It was something I really wanted to tell Yeon Woojeong as I prepared for his approaching birthday. I had thought about it over for a long time in my head, but now that I had said it out, I felt itchy all over my body. Casting down my eyes, I looked at the green cake and locked eyes with him again.

“I’m really glad that you were born.”

Yeon Woojeong’s birth and his existence were irreplaceable blessings to me. I wanted him to know that. 

He stared at me, not moving his eyes. Then his gaze drifted down to my eyes, nose, and mouth. Yeon Woojeong took a deep breath in and out as if he were sighing. At the end of his breath, there was a hint of laughter.

“Yeah, thank you.”

Embarrassment hit me belatedly. I pulled the candle out from the cake and stood up, but Yeon Woojeong snatched my wrist. Our lips soon came into touch. The smell of a burning candle warmly grazed between our lips.