Hearing the question about which way would be more efficient, he realized there was even less to argue than he’d expected.
Of course, like Cha-hyeon said, a bigger cock wouldn’t mean a larger area receiving guiding, or make guiding easier, or let you do once what should be done twice. What mattered was compatibility with your pair partner—and close, intimate contact.
“……”
Even so, a strange sense of defeat tugged the corner of Se-min’s mouth into a sulky twitch. Sure, he’d only tossed it out there with a “might as well poke the fruit I can’t have” attitude, but did he really have to confirm it like that?
For someone like Se-min, who was larger than average, it was a first. Winning by playing the off-standard-size card—wasn’t that kind of cheap…?
Forgetting the situation and muttering to himself, Se-min came back to his senses when he felt Cha-hyeon’s hand close around his knee. Spreading his legs gently, he murmured,
“Don’t worry too much.”
The kind smile on Cha-hyeon’s face was exactly the smile of the Hyung he liked so much. The tension eased right out of the corner of Se-min’s mouth. Disarmed by a single smile, he looked up with eyes softer than before, still heavy with gloom.
“Hyung’ll take care of it. I can’t promise it won’t hurt, but you’re not gonna die, okay?”
Looking down at his erection, Cha-hyeon grinned, pure mischief. The trust he had in his hyung lasted only a moment; at those words, somehow the annoyance swelled again in Se-min. But when the hand on his knee slid down the inside of his thigh, Se-min couldn’t keep thinking about anything else.
“I’ll try to make it not hurt. I’ll suck you good. I’ll work you till you go all soft.”
“Hnng…!”
When cool fingertips brushed the crease where his thighs met, a chill shot up his back. Those same fingertips, lazily tracing over his groin as if to tease him, flicked his glans like it was an accident.
“Nnh!”
His cock had already been leaking pre-cum in thin threads; touching that sensitive glans without warning pulled a sob-like moan out of him. Cha-hyeon’s lips curled even more wickedly.
“Since it’s your first time, I should treat you gently, huh?”
He squeezed lotion into his palm until it filled his grip. The rasp of Se-min’s breathing grew louder. Fingers slicked with the thin, white lotion drifted lower.
“…Ugh!”
When the cold lotion touched his rim, his body flinched on its own. The tenser he got, the tighter his bottom clenched. As if just realizing it, Cha-hyeon muttered,
“Is it really cold?”
He turned his wrist, glanced at his right hand, and rubbed his fingers together. After warming the runny lotion a bit with his body heat, he tilted his head and slowly traced the entrance again.
“If it’s still cold… nothing to be done. Bear with it, okay? Give it a moment and it won’t feel cold anymore.”
“W-what does that—h…!”
Without warning, a slick finger pushed inside. Shocked by a sensation he’d never felt in his life, Se-min went rigid.
“……!”
Maybe because he’d slathered on so much lotion, even though Se-min clenched down hard to block the intrusion, a single finger slipped in easily.
It felt strange. Not exactly pain—more like his chest squeezed shut from a mental refusal. A foreign sensation in a place where nothing had ever entered, ever. He’d never imagined a single, knuckled index finger could make him feel like this.
“Hah… hhh….”
Breaths like he’d just sprinted full tilt burst from his parted lips. He started to lift his head, then decided it was better not to look and let the back of his head sink into the pillow again.
“Hh—haa…!”
And that strangeness doubled when Cha-hyeon slowly withdrew his finger. It was a curious sensation he couldn’t name. The finger tunneled in again. Unlike the first time—made easy by the lotion—the second entry dragged, a little sticky. A faint line formed between Cha-hyeon’s brows.
“Relax, Se-min.”
“Hhh, ugh—Hyung, I don’t—know how to….”
Babbling in a panic, Se-min sucked in a breath when the finger inside him began to stir in slow circles.
“Hh—haa…!”
It literally felt like someone was feeling around his insides—there was no other way to describe it. Cha-hyeon moved his finger back and forth a few more times, and when the tip pressed insistently into somewhere up along the inner wall, the raw stimulation made Se-min’s pupils tremble. Instead of relaxing, he only got stiffer. In the end, Cha-hyeon pulled out the hand that had been stroking along his inner wall.
“Hht!”
His entrance, which had been sealed tight, felt suddenly loose and slack. A weird sense of loss washed through him. Rubbing at the corners of his eyes while trying to define these first-time feelings, Se-min squeaked when something cold suddenly touched his cock.
He dropped the hand that had flown up to cover his eyes and saw his lower half speckled with lotion. Pumping the dispenser several times, Cha-hyeon slathered it on his cock until it looked almost like whipped cream. Cold and damp. Startled even worse, Se-min asked in a trembling voice,
“W-what are you doing?”
“Lift your hips for me. Yeah, good boy. Wanna spread your legs and show Hyung?”
But all Cha-hyeon did was grab a nearby pillow and tuck it under Se-min’s lower back. With his pelvis and ass lifted, his entrance was even more visible than before.
With the hand that wasn’t lotioned, Cha-hyeon brushed back Se-min’s mussed hair and clenched his teeth. His cock, swollen to the limit, looked red enough to hurt. Guessing how hard that must be on him, Se-min’s throat bobbed.
“…….”
In that instant, the tension ruling his whole body seemed to ebb away. No, he was still nervous—but more than that, he was trying to relax the way Cha-hyeon wanted. He’d realized he needed to cooperate if he didn’t want his hyung to struggle. Meanwhile, Cha-hyeon squeezed more lotion into his palm. Hands loaded—maybe too loaded—with lotion moved toward the tightly sealed entrance.
“…Ugh….”
It was still cold. Even though he was working to relax, his ass twitched. Se-min drew a deep breath and tried to let go. Sensing his effort, Cha-hyeon let out a small, amused breath. Fingers heavy with lotion slid back in. Having already felt that foreignness once, it wasn’t as unfamiliar as the very first time.
“Hh…!”
“Good boy.”
“Hng—ah!”
The feeling of his inside being stirred dragged a lewd sound out of him. As he adjusted to the foreignness and the wet glide, something else began to creep in. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t a tickle either. Every time the firm fingertip pressed up along the inner wall like it could lift his lower belly, his toes tried to curl. While a thick finger explored inside, Cha-hyeon added another.
“…Nnnh!”
Just one more, and the fullness was nothing like before. He could feel, vividly, the sealed entrance straining to open. With those long fingers pumping in and out, each wet squelch brought a pain-tinged foreignness that drew cold sweat along his spine.
“Ah—this is—so—haaah!”
Se-min suddenly cried out. Cha-hyeon had grabbed the cock that had been fading under the ache. The lotion on his hand had warmed and gone gooey; it made everything even slicker, even more stimulating than usual.
“Ah—ah, aah!”
While he worked the back with his fingers, his other hand rubbed just under the glans. The excessive pleasure surging from his cock wiped out the hard, stretching ache behind.
“U-ugh… hng—Hyung—ah!”
Instinctively, his entrance clenched. But this time, Cha-hyeon didn’t tell him to relax. Inside was slick enough with lotion that his fingers could slide without resistance. Taking advantage while Se-min couldn’t catch his breath, he added yet another finger.
“…Hhh—haaak!”
A breathless sound slipped through his parted lips. The way his hyung held and stroked him—stronger than he ever used on himself—left his mind blank, and the heavy sensation inside shifted into something oddly different. The more Cha-hyeon’s hand squelched and pressed along his inner wall, the closer he felt to losing it any second. With the tingling rising fast, Se-min couldn’t even moan properly—he just panted.
“Ahh—nnnh…!”
Climax hit without warning. He didn’t even realize he was coming. His lower belly seized tight at a dry peak. Pleasure rolled through him in waves from head to toe; body locking and trembling in little shivers, Se-min went limp.
“…Hah—hff—ha….”
The fingers that had filled him withdrew. His hypersensitive insides took even the brush of those wet knuckles as a faint, lingering tease. Legs weak, Se-min lay there with his slack, fluttering entrance exposed, too out of it to feel embarrassed. Staring at his hand, soaked through, Cha-hyeon wiped the wetness off somewhere on the blanket. Grabbing the lotion bottle tossed in a corner of the bed, he smeared more onto his own cock this time.
The whole, vein-laced length had a strange gleam. A drip of lotion fell into the dark hair at the base, making the sight look downright obscene. Still panting and not quite back in his mind, Se-min’s gaze drifted and landed weakly on Cha-hyeon’s cock. A faint, blurred whimper slipped out of him before he could stop it, but the fear that it’d hurt like before had mostly washed away. Reaching climax from having his back worked by hand had helped a lot.
That first-ever kind of climax, combined with the expectation that his hyung would soon slide into him, heated his head. Swallowing hard, Se-min asked cautiously,
“Cha-hyeon hyung… are you gonna—put it in now?”
“Why? Do you still think it’d be more efficient if you were the one putting it in?”
…What the hell? He couldn’t understand why hyung kept milking the nonsense he’d babbled when he was scared of his first time. Shooting him a sulky glare, Se-min made a timid but firm demand for what he wanted.
