“Th-that’s… gay porn!” Seongjun blurted, his voice drowned out by the wet, sloppy sounds from the video.
The man leaned closer. “What?”
Seongjun took a deep breath and shouted over the moans, “That’s gay porn!”
Silence followed. The video had ended, leaving only the embarrassing sounds of Seongjun’s confession echoing in the room. The man burst out laughing. Realizing what he’d just blurted out, Seongjun groaned and banged his forehead against the floor.
Damn it. He’d not only made a fool of himself in front of the man he liked but also come out in the worst way possible. If the man had just pretended not to notice, he could have denied it. But now? Fuck. Rumors would spread in an instant. Dark thoughts swirled in his mind. Amid the chaos, the man’s voice cut through.
“I know.”
Seongjun’s head snapped up. Know what? Before he could process it, the man added, “That it’s gay porn.”
Seongjun’s mind blanked. He knows? And he still said ‘let’s enjoy it together’?
“B-but you’re straight…”
“When did I say that?”
The man’s amused face was far sexier than his usual blank expression. Seongjun’s mind wandered—if only he smiled like that all the time—as the man closed the distance between them. Before Seongjun could react, the man’s large hand slipped into his loose waistband, gripping his bare ass.
Gasping, Seongjun felt the man’s breath on his lips. A soft, skilled tongue slid into his mouth, licking the tender inner flesh. The electric sensation made Seongjun’s eyes flutter shut. Blood rushed back to his half-softened erection. The man’s hand, boldly groping his ass through his pants, left him too overwhelmed to think.
Panting, Seongjun could barely keep up with the man’s kisses. His mind was flooded with pleasure. When the man’s fingers brushed his nipple under his shirt, Seongjun jolted awake. The other hand sliding lower sent shivers down his spine. Realizing what was happening, he pushed the man away with all his strength.
Thud! The man hit the opposite wall, rubbing his head. “Ow…”
“Uh, uh, I—” Seongjun stammered, his flushed skin exposed between his shirt and pants. He yanked his shirt down, but the man just laughed.
“I thought you were hitting on me.”
“Huh?”
The man stepped closer, smirking. “Didn’t expect you to be so clueless. You’ve been checking me out—head to toe, so lewdly. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
Seongjun’s heart sank. He knew. He’d never had a real relationship, only unrequited crushes. Most straight men didn’t interpret his gazes that way. The man’s face drew closer, and Seongjun panicked, stumbling backward—only to trip over his pants and fall to his knees. Before he could crawl away, the man smacked his exposed ass.
“Hey!”
Seongjun turned, confused and scared, but the wall was only a few steps away. He pressed against it, and the man’s face loomed over him again.
“Why? Don’t you like me?”
The man’s seductive smile, just Seongjun’s type, made it impossible to say no. His mind raced as the man sat beside him, pulling him close.
“Good. Then we’re on the same page. It’s better to enjoy it together, right?”
Enjoy what together? Seongjun’s thoughts were a mess. Who is this guy? The confident smile and natural arm around his waist made him doubt this was the same stoic man from 202.
“But we—” Seongjun started.
“Ah, right. We haven’t introduced ourselves. I’m Choi Taewon. And you?”
The rush of firsts—his crush, the confession, the kiss—made Seongjun’s heart pound. “K-Kim Seongjun,” he stammered.
“Now that we know each other, we should get closer,” Taewon whispered, kissing him again. Seongjun was laid back against the beanbag, his legs spreading as Taewon’s weight pressed down. The intense kiss and pleasurable touches overwhelmed him. His mind went blank as Taewon’s tongue explored his mouth.
“Haah—”
The sound he made surprised even himself. Taewon’s muscular arms lifted Seongjun’s legs, baring him. “Never been topped before?” Taewon asked. Seongjun shook his head, too stunned to speak. He’d never even topped anyone—just crushed from afar, too shy to act.
Taewon chuckled, glancing at the screen. The actor, who resembled him, was putting on a condom. “Watching this in broad daylight…”
The video paused on the thumbnail—Taewon’s lookalike smirking. Seongjun’s face hardened. Fuck. He knows. He’d been jerking off to a guy who looked like Taewon.
“I’m sorry!” Seongjun blurted, then regretted it. It was just a video; Taewon wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t barged in. But now it was a confession. Fuck.
Taewon sat up, and Seongjun followed, pulling down his shirt. “No, it’s not—” He couldn’t find his pants, kneeling in just his socks, his erection still half-hard. Taewon smirked, watching him.
“Didn’t know I had a pervert neighbor.”
“No, I—it’s the first time!” Seongjun protested, waving his hands. Taewon ignored him, restarting the video. The actor, grinning, began undressing. Taewon lowered the volume slightly and turned to Seongjun.
“How many times did you finish? Or were you just starting?”
Seongjun nodded frantically. It’s true! Taewon smirked. “Thinking of me?”
Seongjun froze, unable to speak or move. The actor on screen began sucking the other man’s cock, the wet sounds filling the room. Taewon’s tongue flicked out, mimicking the action. Seongjun’s erection twitched, his face flushing.
Taewon pushed him, and Seongjun fell back onto the beanbag, legs spreading. Taewon’s weight pressed down, his tongue invading Seongjun’s mouth. The unfamiliar pleasure made Seongjun moan. Taewon’s hand slid under his shirt, teasing his nipple. Seongjun gasped as the other hand moved lower, sending shivers down his spine.
The pleasure was overwhelming. Just as Seongjun thought to resist, Taewon’s fingers found his hole. No— But the wet sounds and the sight of the actor on screen, now topping, made his thoughts scatter. Taewon’s condom-clad erection pressed against him.
“Ahh—!”
The pain was sharper than expected. Seongjun’s muscles clenched, but Taewon didn’t stop. The video’s moans mixed with their ragged breaths. Taewon nodded toward the screen—the bottom was stroking himself. “Try it. It won’t hurt,” Taewon whispered.
Seongjun’s hand trembled as he reached down, gripping his erection. The familiar motion sent waves of pleasure through him, easing the pain. Taewon thrust deeper, and Seongjun’s body relaxed. The pleasure built, his moans growing louder.
“Fuck—” Taewon groaned, his thrusts growing rougher. Seongjun’s vision blurred as his orgasm neared. His hand moved faster, his body arching. “Ahh—!” He came, his release splattering his chest. His mind went blank, his body trembling.
Taewon didn’t stop. He lifted Seongjun’s legs onto his shoulders, driving in deep. “Ahh! Nngh—!” Seongjun screamed, then gasped as the pleasure-pain overwhelmed him. Tears streamed down his face. “Ahhh—!” Taewon’s thrusts grew rougher, his own release building.
“Fuck—” Taewon groaned, his body tensing as he came. He collapsed beside Seongjun, both of them panting. Seongjun’s legs slid down, his inner thighs aching. His hole throbbed, a strange emptiness lingering.
Tears still fell as cum dripped down his chest. The aftershocks of pleasure mixed with the sting of his first time. Taewon smirked, removing the condom. “Good?”
Seongjun nodded before catching himself. He glared, but Taewon just laughed, standing up. “See you around, Seongjun hyung.”
The door clicked shut. Seongjun stared, processing. Hyung? Request? See you around? His face burned as the memory of their encounter flooded back. “Ughhh—!” He groaned, shaking his head to clear it. His hand brushed against something—the Bluetooth earphones. He’d dropped them earlier. He picked them up, muttering, “They’re expensive.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
