His cock, trapped inside his boxer briefs, was swollen to the limit. He was desperate to be freed from the suffocating confinement. He wanted to tear off the cumbersome underwear and cum right now. No—he wanted to keep his body pressed against Cha-hyeon’s, with absolutely nothing between them….
Following instinct, Se-min reached for his underwear. Blocked by Cha-hyeon, his frustrated hand grabbed his own hair instead.
“Uugh, ngh….”
The hand that had been moving slowly slid up to Se-min’s chest. As if gathering the flat flesh, it squeezed; then his thumb began rubbing the areola and nipple at once.
“Hht, haa!”
A strange pleasure climbed up his spine. Unable to endure the repeated stimulation, Se-min turned his head. Their lips parted, and his clogged breaths burst out in quick, ragged puffs.
The tension eased from between his thighs, which had been reflexively pressed together. Eyes swimming with tears, Se-min stared at Cha-hyeon.
Because the kiss had broken off midway, Cha-hyeon’s mouth hung slightly open as he wet his lower lip. After kissing Se-min’s cheek once, he slowly began to travel downward.
“H-Hyung….”
Watching the crown of Cha-hyeon’s head as he laid kisses along his throat and collarbone, Se-min’s voice trembled. Even though it was just soft lips brushing bare skin, a ticklish heat flared.
“Hnn, Hyung….”
It wasn’t hard to guess where that steadily descending mouth would end up. Anticipation for the pleasure to come mixed with a touch of embarrassment and the urge to peel off the stifling underwear, and Se-min blurted out, voice pitched high.
“Hyung—hah—Cha-hyeon hyung!”
He paused and lifted his head. Chest heaving, Se-min hurried to the point.
“Underwear… can we do it with my underwear off? It’s so tight….”
“Tight?”
Quietly echoing him, Cha-hyeon straightened his torso. The pale boxer briefs, soaked through with precum, were laid bare in all their starkness.
“Ah. It’s uncomfortable because you’re all wet?”
“Hh….”
Mortified, Se-min lifted his hips to yank the briefs off. Catching sight of the smear across the tip, Cha-hyeon’s lips quirked as he reached out. He set his hand over Se-min’s, fingers overlaying his, and smiled deeper as if to say he’d handle it.
Srrrip. Strength drained from Se-min’s hands. Gulp—his tense throat bobbed as he swallowed. He was already hard to the limit, yet it felt like his cock was getting even stiffer.
Hooking his fingertips into the waistband, Cha-hyeon tugged at the briefs. The elastic stretched and then—
Rrrip! A sound no cloth should ever make split the air. At the sudden rush of coolness, Se-min shot upright.
“……!”
With the brute strength of an S-class Esper, Cha-hyeon had torn the underwear. He shrugged.
“Ah—whoops. My bad?”
“My bad,” he said shamelessly, face showing anything but a mistake, and flicked the shredded garment somewhere under the bed.
Dumbstruck, Se-min could only gape and watch. His mouth wouldn’t close.
Can underwear tear that easily? Underwear isn’t supposed to rip, right? But it ripped…
The loop of identical questions finally snapped when, after dragging the briefs a little lower, Cha-hyeon’s cock sprang up with a solid thud.
Even when half-veiled it had radiated something ominous; now it was out in raw, shocking glory.
The elastic beneath his balls was stretched to its limit. Holding the erection—which reached as if to brush his navel—he slowly pumped up and down, then let go. It rebounded heavily, the tip slick with a cloudy sheen.
Se-min swallowed before he realized it. Looking up at Cha-hyeon like someone facing a fearsome thing, he looked a little cowed.
“Should we keep going?”
Eyes crinkling, Cha-hyeon asked. Only then did Se-min remember he’d complained that rubbing over his underwear felt too confining. Avoiding his gaze, he gave the faintest nod.
With a soft snort through his nose, Cha-hyeon turned away. He grabbed a pillow from the headboard and kindly tucked it under Se-min’s head, then wrinkled his nose as if regretful.
“There’s only one pillow—what a shame.”
Se-min pretended not to catch the undertone. He couldn’t stop the flush spreading across both cheeks, though.
On his knees, Cha-hyeon moved in close. As if he might thrust in at any moment, he gripped his cock and let it drop with a soft thud atop Se-min’s.
“Ugh…!”
The feel of something heavy pressing down on a sensitive place was strange. Lips rolled inward and bitten, Se-min squeezed his eyes shut as the slow, steady friction began.
“Ah… ngh, mm….”
Pleasure shot along his sensitized cock, making his toes twitch. Even without a direct stroking grip, he felt so worked up he might come by accident. After repeating the motion a few times, Cha-hyeon gave a command to the trembling Se-min.
“Hands.”
Holding back his shaky breaths, Se-min cautiously lifted his lashes. Cha-hyeon tipped his chin.
“Se-min, use your hands—hold hyung’s cock together with yours. Got it?”
“Hhh….”
The instruction was so explicit it set his ears burning. Half embarrassment, half the urge to hit the peak faster, he lowered his hesitant hands.
He’d already known from the way it dented his own cock and lower belly, but Cha-hyeon hyung’s cock was like a monstrous lifeform with a will of its own. Hot, veins standing out starkly—his fingers brushed it, then flinched away; his Adam’s apple bobbed.
Lowering his hands again, Se-min tried to grip both his and Cha-hyeon’s cocks together. One hand was impossible; he had to use both just to barely encircle them. It felt like his grip might split. Dazed, he muttered,
“Why is it so big?”
As if basking in praise, a pleased, low laugh rumbled from Cha-hyeon. He pressed his own hand firmly over Se-min’s. The warmth of a calloused palm sank into the back of his hand.
“Hold it right.”
Clamping down on their overlapped hands, Cha-hyeon suddenly snapped his hips. The force rocked his whole body once, hard.
“…Ah!”
Wide-eyed like a startled rabbit, Se-min looked up to see him twist his lips in playful mischief.
“But, Se-min… you do know we’re in a hospital, right?”
Shhh. A thin breath slipped between Cha-hyeon’s lips.
It was just one added caution, yet heat surged into Se-min’s face, and he got more turned on than ever.
Watching embarrassed anxiety bloom across that reddening face, he started moving his hips again.
“…Ah—ah! Mm, haa—!”
Again his body bounced up and down. The stimulation was stronger than expected; Se-min had to clamp down on his breathing to stifle his moans.
With wild thrusts driving into the circle of their joined hands, the two cocks rubbed without pause. The pressure crashed over him in intense waves, nothing like when he handled himself alone.
“Nngh, mmph, mm—!”
Even trying to hold the sounds back, muffled noises kept slipping out. He wanted to slap a hand over his mouth.
As if everything so far had been a tease, Cha-hyeon abandoned the slow pace and began to pick up speed bit by bit.
Thock, thock! The sound of his solid thighs smacking Se-min’s ass came again and again, like they were actually having sex. The rough, hot breaths at his ear; the scorching friction below; the cries he had to suppress for fear of being heard; the creak of the sheets—visually and aurally, it was all far too stimulating.
“…Hhngh, ha…! Ah…! Mmph…!”
Maybe that’s why the urge to come hit earlier than usual. Deep lines formed across the bridge of Se-min’s nose as he squeezed his eyes shut. His grip tightened naturally around the rounded cage of their hands.
“H-Hyung, I… mm… I think I’m gonna—hah!”
He couldn’t help but let out a loud moan he’d been holding back. It was because, suddenly, Cha-hyeon’s hand over his tightened hard.
White stars burst across his vision. The intense pressure around his cock nearly tipped him into climax, and he shuddered. But that was only the beginning. Shaking off their joined grip, Cha-hyeon seized only Se-min’s.
“…Ah—ngh! Ah, ah—aaah…!”
The direct stimulation to a cock that had been racing toward release to unleash its carefully built-up pleasure was overwhelming. And it wasn’t the gentleness he used on himself. Under Cha-hyeon’s rougher, harsher strokes, Se-min simply came apart.
“Agh—mm, stop—ah, it’s too…! Mm…!”
He raised his hand—slick with the fluid oozing from his tip—and clamped it over his own mouth. The scent of cum filled his nose.
Twisting his hips in a desperate attempt to escape the violent pleasure, Se-min arched his back long and taut when hyung’s thumb rubbed his glans.
“……!”
No sound came out between his parted lips. A prickly ache spread low in his belly, like when he’d leaked a little pee and fought to hold it. When the thumb that teased his oversensitized glans pressed firmly at the tiny opening, it really felt like being struck by lightning.
Tears slid from his eye corners as his curled toes pushed at the sheets. Only when the tormenting hand left his glans and slid back down the shaft could Se-min finally release the breath jammed up under his chin.
“…Ah—ahh—haa…!”
With Cha-hyeon gripping his shaft again and giving a few more pumps, Se-min hit his peak. Pft, p-fft… Thick, syrupy cum spattered, dirtying Cha-hyeon’s hand.
“Haa… mm, ngh….”
He’d never felt pleasure like this. The climax was so sharp it bordered on too much. Still panting and dazed, swept up in the aftershocks, Se-min suddenly yelped as both his legs were seized and lifted.
“…Hah! Hyung…?”
Wrapping one arm tight around both of Se-min’s calves, he used his free hand to smooth back the hair that had fallen over his face. Damp with a light sheen of sweat, strands clung to his forehead.
“Put real strength into your thighs.”
