The moment they clung to each other, reaching the bed seemed to happen in an instant. Cha-hyeon stripped off Se-min’s oversized shirt, then crossed his arms to pull off his own, tossing it aside. As their tongues tangled, Se-min found himself pressed back onto his own bed, the discarded clothes left behind like a discarded shell.
“Ha… haah… hngh….”Â
Se-min panted, his breath ragged. Cha-hyeon climbed on top of him, the mattress dipping under the weight of his knees.
Se-min flinched as Cha-hyeon’s hand reached for his belt buckle. The metallic clink of the buckle undoing—so close to his aroused lower body—sounded more provocative than ever. Maybe it was the fact that someone else was undressing him.
Cha-hyeon, now straddling Se-min, gave a deceptively gentle instruction as his hand rested on the loosened waistband.Â
“Lift your hips, Se-min.”
The fog in his mind finally began to clear. Half-naked, sprawled on the bed at Cha-hyeon’s seduction—realization hit him like a delayed wave of shame. Se-min bit his lower lip, awkwardly arching his back.
The rough fabric of his pants scraped against his skin as they fell to the floor. Left in nothing but his underwear, Se-min instinctively curled in on himself. Cha-hyeon’s gaze, sweeping over him from head to toe, only deepened his embarrassment.
The sunlight streaming through the window was still bright. Every inch of his body, usually hidden, was exposed in stark detail. And then—
“Wow, Se-min. What’s this? You’re all grown up and still wearing underwear like a baby.”Â
“Hngh—!”Â
Cha-hyeon teased, tracing the outline of Se-min’s erection through the white cotton with his index finger. The triangular shape of the underwear, straining against his arousal, looked ridiculous even to Se-min.
“Hyung, you—! You were the one who—! I mean—!” Flustered, Se-min stammered, his knees pressing together. His face burned crimson as he stared blankly at Cha-hyeon, indignation rendering him speechless.
He did have a point. Cha-hyeon was the one who had given him these embarrassing underwear. Se-min had tried to buy his own at a convenience store, but Cha-hyeon had sabotaged that too. He’d rationalized it—I’ll just wear them during my short hospital stay and change as soon as I get home—but before he even had the chance, Cha-hyeon had set this mood the second they walked in.
Cha-hyeon’s eyebrows arched in amusement at Se-min’s pouting protest. He slowly ran his hand up the outline of Se-min’s erection through the fabric.Â
“Ngh, hngh—!”Â
The sudden contact made Se-min’s toes curl. A damp spot darkened the tip of his underwear, evidence of the precum already leaking. Cha-hyeon, still tracing the shape of Se-min’s cock, murmured playfully,Â
“Se-min, you’re wrapped up in so many layers… maybe it’s the baby underwear.”
It was an endless stream of unjust accusations. Se-min tried to retort, but all that came out was a choked, “No—!”
He swallowed the excuses that would only earn him more teasing. His face twisted in helpless frustration, and Cha-hyeon chuckled softly.Â
“So cute. Relax, I’m joking. Good boy, still wearing the gift I gave you.”
Muttering almost to himself, he stopped tracing the outline. The loss of indirect stimulation made Se-min’s feet go limp.
“Haah… hngh… ha….”Â
A strange lethargy washed over him, but the peace was short-lived. Just as Se-min exhaled, a shadow fell over him—Cha-hyeon’s lips found his again.
The kiss was so sweet it melted away his indignation, reigniting the pleasure that had begun to fade. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the air as Cha-hyeon’s mouth moved from his lips to his cheek, then his neck.
Freed from obstruction, Cha-hyeon’s soft lips roamed Se-min’s body at will. He kissed and nipped his way down to Se-min’s collarbone, then slid lower toward his chest. Se-min swallowed hard in anticipation.
Just like in his memories—when his mind had blanked out—Cha-hyeon hovered over Se-min’s nipple, flicking his tongue out playfully, as if about to devour it. A fleeting worry crossed Se-min’s mind—What if he teases me again?—but this time, Cha-hyeon stayed silent.
“…Hah!”Â
The sharp tip of Cha-hyeon’s tongue lapped at the pink bud. The unfamiliar sensation wrung a cry from Se-min’s lips. Startled, he clapped a hand over his own mouth.
Cha-hyeon’s eyes crinkled further as he began to suck on Se-min’s nipple like he was nursing.Â
“Ah, hngh, hngh—!”Â
Se-min had no idea his nipples were this sensitive. Every time Cha-hyeon’s hot, wet mouth enclosed the peak, raw moans slipped out, and every flick of his tongue sent Se-min’s back arching off the bed.
“Ngh, unngh, hah—!”Â
Cha-hyeon’s other hand found Se-min’s other nipple. He cupped the small mound, then rolled the nub between his fingers, teasing it mercilessly.
“Aah!”Â
The dual stimulation made Se-min’s hips jerk violently. His vision whited out for a second.
“Ngh, unngh, hngh—! W-Wait! I—I’m gonna—!”Â
Overwhelmed by the sudden urge to cum, Se-min thrashed, pushing Cha-hyeon away. Cha-hyeon pulled back, his lips glistening with saliva.
Se-min used the brief respite to catch his breath. His underwear was now visibly tented, the damp spot spreading.
“Ah… huuh, ha….”Â
He never imagined the tingling from his nipples could affect his whole body like this. Wiping away the tears of arousal, Se-min panted, his chest heaving.
The wet spot on his underwear had grown. Cha-hyeon, like a child who’d found a new toy, grinned innocently.Â
“Wow, Se-min. You could probably cum just from nipple play.”
“…Y-You… what are you—”Â
Se-min glared, lowering the hand that had been rubbing his eyes. He wanted to shut that mouth that only knew how to say the most ridiculous things.
Cha-hyeon chuckled and tapped Se-min’s ass. The force was just enough to sting, or maybe not hard at all. Se-min flinched, and Cha-hyeon hooked his fingers into the damp waistband of the underwear, tugging it down.Â
“If you want me to rip these off again, just say so.”
Se-min’s jaw clenched, but after one last glare, he hesitantly lifted his hips. The white cotton slid down his thighs, the sensation oddly shameful.
Now completely exposed, Se-min’s erection stood fully erect. Cha-hyeon tossed the underwear aside and took in the sight of Se-min’s naked body, illuminated clearly by the sunlight.Â
“So pretty, my guide.”
“Hngh….”Â
The brightness suddenly felt even more embarrassing. Se-min twisted awkwardly, trying to cover himself.
“…But Hyung, you’re still—”Â
Unlike Se-min, who was now completely naked, Cha-hyeon had only removed his shirt. Se-min’s hesitant question made Cha-hyeon’s smile deepen. He knelt back, then stepped off the bed to undo his own belt.
Se-min, suddenly self-conscious, turned his head away, pretending not to look.
Cha-hyeon dropped his briefs. His thick cock bobbed obscenely in the air as he reached for the bedside table. Se-min’s eyes, despite his attempt to ignore it, followed instinctively.
Cha-hyeon picked up a large bottle of lotion—the kind used after washing his face, or occasionally on his body when the mood struck.
Gripping his impressive length in one hand, Cha-hyeon returned to the bed. Se-min, propped up on his elbows, swallowed hard.
As a trained pair guide, Se-min knew exactly why Cha-hyeon had brought the lotion. Their apartment didn’t even stock supplies for sex guiding—this was clearly an improvised substitute.
He knew what it was for, but… his gaze dropped to Cha-hyeon’s erection, standing tall below his navel.
Was it the lighting? Cha-hyeon’s cock, which Se-min had once compared to a water bottle, looked even more massive now. It wasn’t just a body part—it was a weapon. Thick, straight, veined, and intimidating, it was the size of a child’s forearm or a travel tumbler.
“Ah… uh….”Â
The excitement that had clouded his mind moments ago was fading fast. Se-min sat up a little more. The mattress dipped under Cha-hyeon’s weight as he climbed back onto the bed, and for some reason, it felt like a death sentence.
Staring at the monstrosity between Cha-hyeon’s legs, Se-min blurted out a desperate excuse.
“…B-But! Hyung, we didn’t even—we didn’t shower….”
“We showered this morning.”Â
Well, yeah, but— Se-min faltered, chin tucked in as he glanced at the cock glistening with precum. He seemed to be subconsciously trying to avoid any contact with it.
Cha-hyeon, noticing his reaction, gripped the base of his cock teasingly. The way it filled his large hand made Se-min’s shoulders twitch.Â
“Uh… but we might’ve sweated on the way here… maybe we should wash up first….”
“I’m fine.”Â
“But—”Â
Se-min’s protest died in his throat. But— He pulled his chin in further. The flush of arousal was draining from his cheeks.
Did it have to be that big? They both knew where this was going today. But the unspoken assumption that Se-min would be the one taking it had him suddenly questioning—Does it have to be this way? Does it have to be Hyung who—
“…Does it have to be Hyung doing the… penetrating?”
Cha-hyeon’s relaxed expression faltered. His eyebrows shot up for the first time, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Se-min’s eyes darted nervously, like a chick facing a predator.
But Se-min thought his suggestion made sense. He rambled, trying to justify himself.Â
“Think about it! Even you can see it’ll hurt—it’ll kill me! I mean, guiding is about energy exchange, right? It’d still count as guiding if I did it to you. It’d be more… efficient….”
“Se-min, cut the bullshit and listen.”
Cha-hyeon let go of his cock, looking at Se-min like he couldn’t decide where to begin. Se-min, momentarily distracted by the way it bobbed, looked up at him with wide, nervous eyes.
Cha-hyeon tilted his head, as if considering how to explain this properly. He squeezed his own wrist, measuring something.Â
“Efficient… Se-min. Do you think—” He scoffed, releasing his wrist and gripping his cock instead. Even his loose grip couldn’t contain its length. “—this thing fitting inside me and rubbing against that—” He looked down at his own erection, then back at Se-min, dead serious. “—or me fucking you so deep it hits near your belly button… which do you think is more efficient?”
