Chapter 2.1
Haewon placed his hand over the back of the one caressing his forehead, clasped it, and pulled it away. The man's pupils trembled. His neatly shaped fingers brushed softly past Haewon's eyebrows, eyelids, cheeks, and jaw.
"There’s no fever."
"I have a fever. Check again."
Haewon pushed the man’s hand inside his slightly opened shirt. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly, looking troubled. Reaching the limit of his patience, the man wrapped Haewon in his arms and pressed his lips to the nape of his neck. His hands urgently loosened Haewon’s waistband, drawing out his half-hardened penis as if handling a child.
The hands of a musician—hands that played instruments, hands that created sound—moved below, stroking him. Haewon rested his cheek against the man’s shoulder, watching the focused expression on his face.
"Ah..."
When he let out a moan, the man glanced up at him. Haewon, his lips slightly parted as if to kiss him, exhaled hot breath from a close distance. As the man's grip tightened around him, Haewon bit his lip to suppress another moan. He grabbed the man's arm in desperation. His chin tilted upward into the air.
"Ah, ahh...!"
His hips twitched involuntarily. The traces of release dripped from the man’s hand with a thick viscosity, like honey. Haewon stared dazedly at his dampened lower half. Strength left his fingertips, and his entire body sank into a languid haze. He rested his forehead against the man’s shoulder, rubbing against it.
The man, diligent and silent, wiped the milky liquid off his hand with a tissue and cleaned up Haewon's lower body as well. He pulled Haewon’s trunks back up, covering the softened member, and zipped up his pants. Only after the man had finished tidying everything did Haewon finally open his eyes.
The first violinist of the HanKyung Symphony was also Haewon’s senior. He pulled out two wet tissues and wiped his hands.
Senior Choi kept his lips tightly shut, showing no intention of speaking. Haewon pulled up his pants and sat on the narrow practice room chair. Breaking the silence, he spoke.