#78
“……”
Nam Seonwoo thought he should only meet Kang Jihan in dark places from now on. He didn’t have the courage to face whatever expression Jihan might be wearing. Pressing down on his stinging solar plexus against the bed, Seonwoo waited for Jihan’s reaction.
Hearing rustling sounds, he glanced back slightly to see Kang Jihan taking off and tossing aside his top. Even in the darkness, the contours of his body were clearly visible.
“Seems like you still have energy left.”
Because Jihan immediately layered his body on top of Seonwoo’s back, Seonwoo couldn’t see his face. While Seonwoo was groaning from the weight that nearly took his breath away, his phone suddenly rang. The moment he instinctively looked at the screen, his lower part was suddenly grabbed.
“……!”
“Focus.”
Along with the hand that pressed and stroked his dick, the dick that had invaded deep inside also began to move quickly. Kang Jihan pressed his chest completely against Seonwoo’s body, moving only his hips back and forth. The dick mercilessly stabbed at the swollen spot as if earlier he had been going easy on him, causing the legs beneath to become stiff, but unlike before, Jihan didn’t help him relax and instead persistently tormented Seonwoo’s dick.
Seonwoo couldn’t even make a sound as his sensitive glans was endlessly rubbed and pressed by Jihan’s palm after two ejaculations. A quick climax came from the relentless stimulation from both front and back, but the stimulation didn’t stop at all even after Seonwoo’s ejaculation.
“Huh, ugh, wait… Ah!”
The body underneath convulsed helplessly as Jihan increased his pace even more. The only parts not pinned down by Jihan, Seonwoo’s arms, fumbled at the sheets as if trying to grab onto something. But even that gesture was stopped by Jihan. Gathering both wrists together, Jihan bit down hard on the nape of the neck beneath him.
Seonwoo gasped for breath, unable to even scream. With the violently rushing stimulation, his brain began to accept the sensations inflicted on his entire body as pleasure. The teeth grazing his neck, shoulders, and earlobe were perceived not as pain but as pleasure.
“If you want to do it, just tell me. I’ll do it for you anytime.”
Seonwoo couldn’t even hear what Jihan was saying. His brain, dominated by pleasure, had completely evaporated all reason and only responded to the flesh rapidly moving in and out.
Seonwoo could do nothing but helplessly sway with the overflowing pleasure, ejaculate, and then ejaculate again from the continued stimulation. His stomach and buttocks were sticky. Only the squelching sounds of bodily fluids and his own hoarse moans filled his mind. In his increasingly drowsy consciousness, he felt his insides growing hot along with Jihan’s low groans.
Seonwoo thought sluggishly. This bastard, how many times is this now… Surely not just the second time. I think I fainted briefly in between, or did I…? I really feel like I’m going to die. Along with his fading consciousness, such fragmentary thoughts began to blur one by one.
“Nam Seonwoo.”
As if trying to pull Seonwoo’s consciousness back, a chilling low voice tapped at his ear.
“…Seonwoo.”
But Seonwoo had neither the strength nor the will to answer. He just wished he could faint right now. After being cooped up studying for a year, his stamina seemed worse than when he was in his thirties. Letting his gradually closing eyes shut completely, Seonwoo surrendered to the approaching sleep.
Only do this with me.
He heard a murmuring voice from somewhere, but the sensations at the edge of his consciousness were indistinct. For a while after, an ambiguous warmth continued to tickle Seonwoo. Something careful and soft that touched his cheek lingered there for a long time, as if it were the only place granted permission.
Soon, it seemed like something hot and moist fell on it too.
* * *
Nam Seonwoo’s eyes flew open.
“……”
The house was quiet. But it was too early to feel relieved. The blanket was excessively warm and heavy. In fact, it didn’t seem like a blanket at all. He wasn’t sure because he couldn’t feel anything below his neck. This feeling of his body not being his own was similar to the numbness he felt the day after three consecutive days of hiking during a faculty training.
After waiting a bit, the sensation in his body seemed to return slowly. The first thing he felt was the breath pouring over his shoulder.
‘…Ha.’
Blanket my ass. The thing covering his body was, of course, Kang Jihan.
Judging by the firm thing rising and falling regularly against his back, it seemed to be a chest. The long things tightly wrapped around his waist and legs seemed to be arms and legs. Recognizing Jihan’s body parts one by one, Seonwoo, still lying on his side, only moved his eyeballs.
Clothes were neatly folded on the floor. So it was Jihan who folded the clothes that day.
‘I thought so.’
He had to give him credit for being so neat. But what held Seonwoo’s gaze longer was what was visible through the slightly open bedroom door.
What he glimpsed was a drying rack. The foldable drying rack normally took up so much space that he usually kept it between the living room cabinets. And if his memory served correctly, Seonwoo hadn’t done laundry in the past few days.
A wide white cloth was hanging on the fully opened drying rack in the living room. While staring intently at the familiar item, Seonwoo suddenly felt that the bed surface seemed a bit different. His eyes looked down again. The light blue sheet, instead of the original white one, was what Seonwoo usually took out in summer.
“……”
The drying rack, the summer sheet he couldn’t even remember where he’d put away—he had no idea how Jihan knew where to find these things.
Come to think of it, when Jihan made breakfast last time, he also took out dishes very familiarly. It was odd to think he’d just thoroughly examined someone else’s house while they slept. The drying rack might be easy to find if you looked hard enough, but the thin summer sheet was like Seonwoo’s personal habit.
Seonwoo liked to use summer sheets regardless of the season. He didn’t always take them out, but he would use them during weeks when he was tired or wanted to rest well. It was a habit that Jihan, when they lived together, didn’t understand. Logically, if you’re tired, you’d take out thicker, softer winter sheets rather than the thin, almost hard summer ones.
But Seonwoo had liked that unique coolness since he was very young. So it was puzzling. That long-standing habit was something Kang Jihan, who had only met him in a classroom for a few months, shouldn’t know about—not something known by the Kang Jihan who had lived with him for years.
‘That’s nonsense.’
It must be because of the French toast. Because Jihan happened to make that for breakfast before he left, unnecessary thoughts were coming to mind.
Jihan probably just rummaged through the drawers thinking of changing the sheets, and this light blue sheet happened to be on top. That was more realistic.
Seonwoo stared blankly into space. The bed dressed in unseasonal summer clothes, and the peaceful morning they were sharing on it. It reminded him of his college days long ago, when they would spend time together in his rented room during free periods.
‘…I should get up.’
Unnecessary reminiscence seemed likely to continue. Quickly scattering the dusty scenes, Seonwoo carefully removed the arm wrapped around his waist. It weighed like a rock, but somehow, with some struggling, he was able to free himself from Jihan.
Contrary to his worry that Jihan might wake up, he remained quiet. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Seonwoo carefully examined Jihan’s face. The reason his gaze lingered on Jihan’s eyes was because of last night’s dream. He couldn’t be sure if it was a dream, but anyway.
‘Must have been my imagination.’
Of course, there’s no way Kang Jihan would cry. The one who should be crying was himself. Seonwoo clutched his head with a silent scream.
This scene of greeting the morning together wasn’t part of the original plan. He had intended to let them have sex two or three times and then kick him out using lectures as an excuse. He never intended to let him stay overnight.
He had never had a one-night stand, and naturally, a sex partner had never existed in Seonwoo’s life. With his common sense, sharing morning with someone he only had sex with was unimaginable. Especially in his home where he lived his private daily life, not some place for temporary stays.
‘That’s why I tried to kick him out in the middle…’
Seonwoo glared at Jihan. This was all because that bastard suddenly acted like a madman.
Since Jihan said it was his first time, Seonwoo thought that even though it was Jihan, he would do it moderately and finish. Because it was his first time, regardless of stamina. But he never expected him to act like someone who had been locked up in some celibacy camp for years.
Somehow he felt cheated. Jihan had pretended to be innocent in the infirmary, saying he would only kiss his cheek, and then suddenly… And also, what he said last week about having slept together before and having done it once—it all turned out to be lies.
After glaring at Jihan with all his might, Seonwoo stood up abruptly and headed for the shower. Or rather, he tried to. Seonwoo, who helplessly slumped to the floor, was so dumbfounded that he couldn’t even laugh. Supporting himself on the floor with both hands, he managed to stand up, but his two legs were trembling. He felt like a newborn calf.
He wanted to crawl, but somehow it hurt his pride, so Seonwoo clenched his teeth and stood up on his shaking legs. He needed to start preparing for his afternoon lecture.
In the shower room that he barely managed to reach, Seonwoo looked at his reflection in the mirror and made a disgusted expression.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
