Clear fluid that had gathered at the tip of Han-gyeom’s rigid cock fell in a long strand, landing across his stomach. Seo Won took the liquid and rubbed it into the plump, glistening head, as if spreading it evenly.
“You really do shoot well when I fuck you—doesn’t matter if it’s cum or slick.”
Han-gyeom glared at Seo Won, his face flushed a deep red.
“Can you just shut that mouth and focus on touching me?”
“Not into it? Talk like this always got you going before.”
“No, I—who said…!”
He started to retort but hesitated.
‘Better to just let him do whatever he wants.’
If watching Han-gyeom get flustered by those kinds of remarks turned Seo Won on, then that wasn’t such a bad thing. In fact, judging by the distinct hardness pressing against Han-gyeom’s ass through the front of his pants, he was clearly getting there.
More than his own embarrassment or shame, Han-gyeom wanted Seo Won to just hurry up and fuck him. This teasing kind of guiding, drawn out over hours, was far worse than a few intense minutes of a proper deep guiding. It would exhaust him more, sure—but it wasn’t like he ever intended to hold back or conserve his body for a gentle guiding in the first place.
“…If that’s how you want it, then go ahead.”
Han-gyeom turned his head, resigned. Even so, he continued to send GP into Seo Won through the hand wrapped around his cock. Whether it was instinct or professionalism, he didn’t stop.
“Then don’t stop me.”
Han-gyeom flinched and looked up at him. Was he really thinking of stopping just because he seemed a little annoyed?
‘We haven’t even had a proper guiding yet.’
Stopping now would mean losing out on guiding efficiency several times greater than usual. Han-gyeom didn’t want that.
“No, keep going. Say even dirtier stuff if you want, just—ah!”
Han-gyeom gasped mid-sentence, his shoulders twitching as Seo Won’s hand enveloped his erection. His cock, burning hot, twitched in the chill of Seo Won’s cool touch, reacting as if it were its own entity.
“I didn’t mean I’d stop touching you. After getting you this hard, there’s no way I’m stopping now.”
Seo Won placed a soft kiss on Han-gyeom’s cheek as he began rotating his palm over the swollen tip. The fluid pooled at the head clung to his hand, sticky and clear.
The slick liquid served as perfect lubrication. As he swept his hand back and forth, it spread over the shaft, leaving it glistening under the dim light.
Han-gyeom’s body quivered from the ticklish sensation as the fluid was smeared across him, just before Seo Won finally began to stroke him in earnest.
‘Nnngh, what…?’
Han-gyeom glanced down at Seo Won’s hand moving along his cock.
The gentleness surprised him—it was so careful, so tender, unlike anything Seo Won usually did. Normally, there wasn’t this much delicacy involved.
Maybe that’s why, once it got fully erect, it stayed hard without wavering. He’d already lost count of how many droplets had slid down from the tip.
Just like when he’d touched Han-gyeom’s nipples, the moment GP began flowing through their connected skin, he couldn’t help but focus entirely on that single point of contact. As a result, it felt as though every single cell of his cock had become hypersensitive—each stroke of Seo Won’s hand triggered overwhelming waves of pleasure.
“Ugh… w-wait… just a…ah…”
“I’ll go slow. If you feel like you’re gonna come, then just let it out.”
Han-gyeom stared at Seo Won in confusion as the man whispered so gently into his ear.
He’d been like this when he was saying all that filthy stuff earlier too—but right now, it was on another level. He was being seriously tender, as if he’d listen and respond to whatever Han-gyeom said.
“Does it hurt? Want me to be even gentler?”
He was caressing him with the softness of a feather, practically treating him like something delicate—did he really think Han-gyeom might be in pain from this? It felt so good he couldn’t help but rub his thighs together on reflex.
“I-it doesn’t… hurt… ngh…”
“Good.”
Seo Won’s voice was so sweet it tickled, and he brushed the tip of his tongue lightly against Han-gyeom’s ear. The wet sound, soft and close like a whisper, sent a shiver that crawled across his skin, making his whole body tingle.
Seo Won didn’t stop there. He traced down along the edge of Han-gyeom’s ear, then licked across the earlobe before slipping lower, down his neck. He placed teasing kisses along the pale, delicate curve of Han-gyeom’s throat, just enough to stimulate without overwhelming, and then gently sucked—only enough to give a faint, fluttering sensation.
If he wanted to leave a proper mark, he would have to suck harder, maybe even give it a light bite. He usually did. But this time, it was like he was intentionally keeping it at just the edge of a tickle.
Everywhere Seo Won kissed felt feverish. It wasn’t like he was being aggressive—he wasn’t sucking or biting hard—but Han-gyeom felt like he was burning up.
The teasing, unbearable pleasure was working him up far more than he expected. His cock, already swollen and fully hardened from Seo Won’s touch, looked like it could explode at any moment.
His long legs, bent and stretched out, began trembling, his toes curling against the sheets. His hips twisted and tensed, his ass tightening with need.
“Haa, nnngh…”
But no matter how badly he wanted to come, his body wouldn’t let him. It was too good, too soft, too gentle to push him over the edge.
That fuzzy, maddening sensation kept building but never quite peaked. He was on the verge, but something was missing—something rougher, something faster.
Meanwhile, the heat spreading from below had already consumed his entire body. Gasping, flushed from head to toe, Han-gyeom could feel the heat pooling around his eyes. His vision blurred as his eyes watered, the moisture clinging to the corners of his lashes.
I want to come…
Just a little harder would be enough.
Just a little faster…
But the words wouldn’t come out. That damned shred of pride he had left held his mouth shut.
So he just trembled, biting back his desperation—until suddenly, Seo Won’s hand came to a complete stop. So did the kisses teasing his neck.
“Haah, haah… why…?”
Startled and confused, Han-gyeom lifted his head—and saw Seo Won’s face. Not gentle this time, but serious. No—more than serious. He looked troubled.
‘What’s with that look?’
Just as Han-gyeom was still reeling in confusion, Seo Won’s lips came closer—softly pressing against the corners of Han-gyeom’s tear-filled eyes, as if carefully kissing them dry.
“Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?”
“……?”
“If there’s something you don’t like, tell me. I can change the way I’m doing it.”
Han-gyeom was speechless. All he could think of were question marks floating above his head.
“If you don’t like my hand, should I use my mouth instead?”
“No, that’s not it…”
He had no idea how to even begin expressing how absurd this was. This wasn’t just kindness—this was borderline coddling. Over-the-top doting, like handling something precious and breakable.
“If you really don’t want this, we can stop. If you still need guiding, we could switch to a hand guiding session.”
Even his voice was strange—anxious and trembling, just like his worried expression, all while he continued gently wiping away Han-gyeom’s tears.
‘What the hell is going on with him?’
Of all people, Seo Won acting like this was enough to give Han-gyeom chills. It was so unsettling, he almost preferred the days when Seo Won treated him roughly.
Han-gyeom hesitated under that expectant gaze, clearly waiting for a response. Whatever else was going on, his immediate concern was handling the painfully aroused erection between his legs.
“Then… with your hand… keep touching me.”
“Should I go even gentler?”
“N-no… harder…”
And with that, he actually said it—with his own mouth, asking to be touched harder.
His face burned. It would’ve been one thing if he were trying to be seductive, calculating with his words. But in a confusing situation like this, where nothing made sense, saying something like that with a straight face felt impossible.
‘I’d take dirty talk over this any day!’
Embarrassed beyond belief, he buried his face in Seo Won’s shoulder—only to feel another kiss, this time on the top of his head. For some reason, Seo Won had been kissing him so often today, and even that was starting to feel strange.
As soon as those mortifying words left Han-gyeom’s mouth, Seo Won’s hand resumed its hold on his now slightly softened cock. But this time, his movements were noticeably firmer—exactly as Han-gyeom had asked.
“Ah, huh! Ah—!”
The bundle of pleasure that had been swirling around inside him suddenly surged all at once, as if released in a torrent. He hadn’t meant to, but it felt like he’d been edging himself this whole time—when Seo Won finally touched him again, the heightened sensitivity hit hard.
“Ahh! Nnngh!”
“What should I do now? Tell me what you want. How do you want me to touch you?”
Seo Won whispered as he licked away the moisture at the edges of Han-gyeom’s eyes. It was as if he were trying to catch every tear before it could fall—his lips stealing each one the moment it surfaced.
“Aah… haahh…”
The climax built from deep within, knocking furiously on the door, threatening to break it down. The pleasure in Han-gyeom’s head felt like it was melting everything inside—swirling at the edge of bursting, yet not quite tipping over.
“F-faster…! Ah…!”
At his plea, Seo Won’s hand moved faster. He seemed to know Han-gyeom was right at the brink, adjusting his pressure and rhythm with practiced precision.
“I-I’m gonna… ngh—!”
“You can come.”
The gentle permission whispered beside his ear, like a soft pat on the back, carried with it a breathless excitement that sent a final, sharp jolt through Han-gyeom’s entire body—igniting the pleasure that had been spiraling within him all at once.
In the next moment, Han-gyeom’s crimson eyes sparkled, lit with the feverish glow of ecstasy.
