"What are you cooking?" asked Kyle. He wrapped his trunk-like arms close to a vise around his husband's waist but still Seung-min managed to keep track of his recipe.
"Just chicken stew. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes."
"Umm, stew, my favorite." He moved away, but still close to his favorite person. Seung-min noted with mild irritation that Kyle still had only his towel wrapped around his body, leaving nothing to imagination as he followed him around the tiny kitchen like a gentle overgrown puppy.
"Maybe you could get dressed for dinner, honey?"
Kyle's eyebrows shot up mischievously. "What? And miss mighty Kyle in action?" With a flourish he undid his towel and brandished his already thickening cock. "Say what, Min-min, maybe dinner could wait."
Seung-min looked at his husband's yummy well-groomed nine-inch cock and had to agree. Twenty minutes later, he dabbed at his lips daintily as Kyle sighed in release. Kyle's cum tasted as sweet and tangy as usual, thanks to his Min-min-approved regular intake of pineapple juice. Dinner proceeded, and as they ate they talked about everything and nothing in particular.
"Honey, when is your brother's visit? I want to make sure I have the morning free to pick him up."
"He should be here on the eleventh. I checked your schedule with Ryan, it should be okay."
"Thanks, honey, you're the best."
"I am, aren't I?" Seung-min giggled as Kyle made a show of slurping his stew. He didn't like much of Korean food but any stew he made is a surefire hit with his husband's taste buds. His taste ran to Italian and Mediterranean, but Seung-min gave up trying his hand at those a few years ago, save maybe an occasional home-made pizza or so.
Later Seung-min awoke with a start. He was in his beloved Kyle's arms, their favorite position. He could feel Kyle's deep regular breathing behind the nape of his neck. It comforted him, and he felt at peace. Now what was it that had awoken him?
He remembered. His brother had recently came out to their family, and his mother while reticent about it was not exactly pleasant either. His brother was her husband's son from a previous marriage from a white mother, so a half-Asian. Poor Josh. He had to go through his father's divorce and re-marriage, with an adult stepbrother to boot, and now he had to go through coming out, which was not easy even for Seung-min as he remembered.
"What are you thinking?" Kyle murmured. He was still half-asleep.
"When Josh comes will you treat him well?"
That was an odd question, but Kyle played along. "I'll treat him like I treat you."
Seung-min seemed satisfied with that answer. A few minutes later he was back asleep, this exchange probably forgotten in the morning.
CHAPTER 2
"So, Josh, how was school?"
"School sucks."
"Umm. How about your friends?"
"My friends suck even more."
The drive from the airport to the house became quiet after that. Granted the traffic was heavier and Kyle had to concentrate, but he could feel Josh was not one to speak his ailments freely. Maybe when Seung-min was around he'd be more talkative.
"Josh," Seung-min greeted his stepbrother warmly. Josh was a head shorter than Kyle, but was almost as tall as Seung-min. His wary brown-black eyes looked around the house as he stood in Seung-min's embrace.
"Wow, you have a pool!"
Seung-min chuckled. "Yeah, we have a pool. It's small but it's a pool. And you're free to use it."
