Just looking at that soft, squishy ass was enough to make his reason start to slip away. That tight, delicate hole twitched like it could feel his gaze.
“W-Wait a second…!”
Lee Haru panicked. Yu Je-hyun’s eyes had completely lost focus. His gaze burned so intensely, it was obvious what it felt like to be toyed with—just by a look.
He couldn’t tell anymore whether he should be covering his fully erect cock, or trying to hide that hole instead.
“Haru… I’ll make you feel good. So don’t start saying things like, ‘I’m embarrassed,’ or ‘Let’s do it later.’ Not now.”
It sounded like he was absolutely certain Haru was going to say exactly that. Haru barely had time to shake his head before Yu Je-hyun dragged over a pillow and slipped it beneath his lower back.
His hips arched naturally, forming a curve. Since his ankles were finally free, his ass was at least covered again—which was a relief—but the way Yu Je-hyun’s burning gaze bore into him like a blade kept his whole body tense.
It felt like he’d been tossed in front of a starving beast after going three days without a meal.
“I… I think we should slow down just a little…”
He meant to say more, but the words were swallowed by a rising moan. Yu Je-hyun brushed his hand aside like it was nothing, and the moment he lowered his head, a jolt of unfamiliar sensation slammed into Haru’s entire body.
“Ahh…”
A surreal sight spread before his eyes.
Yu Je-hyun was sucking on his cock so deeply his own cheeks hollowed from the force. For a second, Haru seriously wondered if he might be dreaming.
Chup, chup—wet sucking sounds teased at his ears. Each time Yu Je-hyun’s lips and tongue sealed around him like he was slurping a popsicle, every hair on Haru’s body stood on end.
His hands, with nowhere else to go, clawed at the bedsheets. He’d jerked off before, sure—but this was his first time getting a blowjob from someone else.
One of his more experienced friends had once gone on a rant about how incredible blowjobs were. Back then, Haru had thought, How good could it really be? He’d figured the guy was just exaggerating.
But it really is this good…
To his astonishment, every word his friend said had been true. The most sensitive part of his body was wrapped in warm, slick heat, grinding against velvety-soft mucous membranes. Shivers of pleasure—sharp and sudden like carbonation—kept bursting across every inch of him.
His whole body felt like it was bubbling with euphoric sparks.
And the visual stimulation made it even harder to endure. Yu Je-hyun’s brow furrowed slightly as he bobbed his head, gripping Haru’s hips—and that alone had Haru moaning through parted lips.
The faint flush at the corners of his eyes made him look devastatingly seductive.
Whenever his lips went deep enough to brush Haru’s balls, the crease between Yu Je-hyun’s brows deepened visibly.
“Hnn, ah…”
His toes curled tightly inside his socks. The wet friction from saliva clinging to his cock only made the building pressure more intense.
If this kept up, he’d end up coming in Yu Je-hyun’s mouth. He reached out, grasping blindly for that fluffy hair.
“I—I think I’m gonna cum…”
His thighs trembled. With no resistance to such overwhelming pleasure, his body moved on its own.
It was like a cup filled to the brim with water. One more drop of stimulation and it’d overflow.
Desperate, he grabbed a fistful of hair and tried to push Yu Je-hyun’s head back—but Yu Je-hyun didn’t move. Their eyes met, and Yu Je-hyun smiled with a gleam in his eye.
Haru’s gut twisted with dread. He tried to scoot away, but Yu Je-hyun just slowly pulled back, his lips dragging along the shaft as he went.
Only the tip remained in his mouth. The soft, tingling suction on the head made Haru squeeze his eyes shut.
“Ahh—uhh…”
His hips jerked involuntarily. A rush of release, like a broken dam, crashed through him.
Even as Haru came, Yu Je-hyun kept sucking, draining every drop from his cock. Haru flushed all the way to his neck, his whole body trembling as he spilled himself entirely into Yu Je-hyun’s mouth.
He was too embarrassed to open his eyes. Covering them with the back of his hand, he panted for breath—until he felt fingers tapping lightly against his thigh.
He opened his eyes to see Yu Je-hyun smiling at him, absolutely beaming. Then, Yu Je-hyun stuck out his tongue.
Against the red of his tongue was a thick, white contrast—Haru’s cum. Haru bolted upright on his elbows.
“Spit it out—now!”
He’d never tasted cum before, but there was no way it actually tasted like it looked—like condensed milk. It had to be disgusting. There wasn’t even time to grab a tissue, so he held out his hand.
If Yu Je-hyun would just spit it out, he could run to the bathroom and wash it off.
But instead, Yu Je-hyun pulled his tongue back in and swallowed. His throat bobbed visibly as he gulped it down like nothing.
“What the hell—why would you…”
Was he still hungry or something? The sheer absurdity of it left Haru dumbfounded.
For a moment he thought, Is that a normal thing around here? But aside from the commonality of same-sex contact due to Guiding, their sexual norms weren’t that different. He just couldn’t understand Yu Je-hyun.
“It doesn’t taste good, but since you came in my mouth, I kinda wanted to swallow it. You’ll swallow mine next time too, right?”
As if to prove he’d swallowed everything, Yu Je-hyun stuck out his tongue again—then dropped a bomb.
“I don’t want to.”
Haru wasn’t exactly the strongest when it came to gross stuff. If he did try it, he might bolt straight to the bathroom. Better to be honest from the start than end up in that situation.
Before he even realized it, he’d made a dead-serious face—and instantly regretted it. But Yu Je-hyun didn’t look the least bit upset. He just shrugged with a casual roll of his shoulders.
“So cold. Fine, then—until you’re used to it, we’ll stick with the lower mouth.”
There was no need to ask what he meant by lower mouth—his gaze made it perfectly clear. His eyes were fixated with relentless intensity just beneath Haru’s cock, now shrunken and sensitive after release.
His heels bumped against the bed. As Haru instinctively pushed back against the sheets, Yu Je-hyun smirked—then suddenly loomed over him.
Their faces were a breath apart, the abrupt closeness leaving Haru blinking in surprise. Then Yu Je-hyun claimed his lips.
“Mmph…”
His tongue forced its way past Haru’s lips, brushing over the roof of his mouth and rubbing against his tongue with no hesitation.
The tangy, bitter taste mixed with saliva made Haru’s face twist in discomfort. But even as he tried to pull his tongue away, Yu Je-hyun chased it down, wrapping it up in his own until Haru had no choice but to swallow the pooled saliva sliding into his throat.
“Nngh—!”
Just then, a strange sensation from down below made his eyes snap open. Sure, he’d touched his own cock during masturbation—but never there.
He knew, of course, how sex between men worked. He’d even imagined it a few times, played out scenarios in his head.
But imagination was no match for the real thing.
Yu Je-hyun’s fingers hovered at the still-dry entrance, circling lightly like he was testing the waters—just on the verge of pushing in. Haru’s muscles clenched instinctively, the tension pulling tight around the spot.
“You need to relax. At this rate, I won’t even be able to get one finger in.”
Haru tried to obey, to relax his body, but it was easier said than done. Yu Je-hyun pulled his hand back and gave his fingers a sharp flick.
The metallic cuffs on his forearms melted like quicksilver, flowing smoothly away.
The metal twisted into a long, snake-like coil and slithered across the bed toward the crumpled pile of his discarded clothes. It slipped into the inner pocket of his jacket and returned like a trained pet, its tail wrapped neatly around a tube-shaped object.
Yu Je-hyun took the tube, flipped the cap open, and squeezed a thick line of clear gel into his palm.
“If it hurts, tell me.”
His fingers, now slick with lube, returned to Haru’s entrance.
“Hngh, a-ah—it hurts…”
“I’ve barely gotten in a single joint,” Yu Je-hyun said, sounding half-dry, half amused.
Haru had blurted it out the second he felt that unfamiliar pressure. Yu Je-hyun lifted an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.
“You should just be feeling some pressure at most. Isn’t our Haru being a bit dramatic?”
“I’m serious…”
He was—mostly. But thinking it over, it wasn’t exactly pain. More like his body instinctively recoiling from a sensation it wasn’t used to. The discomfort had startled him more than anything else.
Yu Je-hyun left only the tip of his finger inside, rubbing gel generously around the tight entrance.
“Don’t be so nervous. I’ll make it as painless as I can.”
Even he wasn’t shameless enough to promise it wouldn’t hurt at all. Instead, he leaned down and placed soft, lingering kisses along Haru’s rounded knees and the tender insides of his thighs.
Then, sensing Haru’s body finally begin to ease, he pushed his finger in all the way to the base.
“Ah—!”
His ass clenched instinctively. The inner walls tightened around the intrusion, soft tissue gripping the finger and helping spread the gel deeper on its own.
“Still okay?”
“Yeah…”
Maybe it was because it was just one finger, but it was manageable. There was still that distinct feeling of something foreign inside him, but it wasn’t pain. More like a strange, persistent pressure—uncomfortable, but bearable.
