“Hey… if we’re gonna do it, can we do it while kissing?”
As if he’d heard something completely unexpected, Cha-hyeon’s eyebrows rounded. His lips twitched, and then he burst out laughing.
Se-min looked at him, puzzled. He tried to wipe the smile off his face, but a faint curve still lingered as Cha-hyeon gazed at him like he was some kind of marvel.
Why’s he looking at me like that? Just as the thought formed, Cha-hyeon asked in a slightly higher voice. It sounded a bit like exaggerated baby talk, the kind you use with a kid, but it also could’ve just been his voice naturally lifting because he’d found something genuinely curious and amusing.
“While kissing?”
Same word, different feel—coming out of Cha-hyeon’s mouth, “kissing” sounded even more mortifying. Heat rushed into Se-min’s cheeks for no good reason.
He laughed again. That easy, unguarded laugh was so close to the hyung Se-min knew. His chest stirred without his noticing, but the feeling was faint even to himself, so he kept his mouth shut.
“If our Se-min wants to do it while kissing, then of course I should—kissing and all.”
Still bracing the backs of both Se-min’s knees to hold his posture, he leaned in with a smile. His black eyes sparkled with lively energy; they were stunning. All Se-min could do was stare blankly while Cha-hyeon attacked with pure looks alone.
“Hyung, a kiss?”
“…Don’t. Knock it off.”
“Whyy. You’re the one who asked me to kiss you first.”
Drawing out his words like he was being cute, Cha-hyeon let out another little laugh. He seemed to be doting on him, but he also just looked entertained, and that left Se-min confused.
“Nngh…!”
Without warning, Cha-hyeon’s lips landed on his cheek. He pressed them there until the peachy-soft flesh squished, then pecked the flattened spot a couple more times.
It wasn’t what Se-min had in mind, but it wasn’t unpleasant either. He gave Se-min’s sulky lips one more peck, then straightened up.
Between Se-min’s spread thighs, he could see Cha-hyeon gripping the shaft of his cock. The sight of that slick, gleaming length made him swallow dryly.
“We’ll pick up the kissing in a bit… For now, this part’s more urgent for me.”
Watching Cha-hyeon approach with his shaft cradled in his hand, like he was steadying it, sent Se-min’s heart racing.
Sex guiding—something he’d thought would never happen in his life. He’d been a wreck during their first close-contact guiding at the hospital, but this didn’t even compare. His heart pounded with a tangled mix of anticipation and fear.
The softened, slack entrance felt the glans touch. The heavy, thick crown brushing that sensitive spot made his body tense on reflex.
“…Hff…”
He swallowed the breath that almost burst out; his throat bobbed hard. Pressing a little more firmly at the entrance, Cha-hyeon gave a quiet instruction.
“Se-min, you’ve gotta relax.”
“…Nngh, hrrk?”
After a steadying breath, Se-min did as told and loosened for a moment. He didn’t miss it; the thick glans pushed inside.
“…Ah! Aahk, w-wait—hff!”
The heavy length forced the tight ring, then pried him open to enter. The pain blasted apart the romantic night Se-min had secretly hoped for. As if everything until now had been play-acting, a staggering bolt of pain froze him where he lay.
“Ah, hh, haa… hrr…”
Thanks to the time Cha-hyeon had spent working him open, he wasn’t tearing—but it still hurt like hell. Rigid, shaking, Se-min squeezed his eyes shut. Tears that had gathered at some point burned at the corners.
“Ughk!”
With a single drive of his hips, Cha-hyeon burrowed deeper into the clenching heat. Se-min didn’t know why the line—how he’d stuff it up to just below the navel—popped into his head right then.
As the hot, thick log split through his insides, Se-min shuddered. Fear that he’d been hurt—fear he was too scared to check—started to take over.
“Hyung, it hurts, I—it hurts… hrr… I think it’s t-tearing.”
“It’s not tearing. Breathe slow. There’s still a lot left.”
“I can’t—no… Hrrk!”
When the thick length pushed in another step, his body jerked. He couldn’t bear to look down; he covered his eyes with his forearm.
His tensed lower belly rose and fell with his ragged breaths. When Cha-hyeon set a hand on the slight swell as if to feel it, Se-min flinched so hard at that small touch that he lowered his arm.
“Se-min, I said relax a little, didn’t I?”
“…Y-you, hyung!”
It felt like he was ripping down below, his belly felt branded from the inside, and the club felt like it was muscling in, shoving aside bone and organs to claim space. The pain refused to let him adjust. Hyung kept telling him to relax—while trying to press deeper. A sudden rush of hurt feelings made Se-min’s voice spike.
“Y-you said you’d be gentle! Said you’d kiss me, t-too—damn it… I’m hurting! It hurts, and all you say is ‘relax’! A-and you just… keep shoving it in…! Hng-uhh…”
The more he spoke, the more slighted he felt. His flaring words frayed into something like a sob.
Surprisingly, Cha-hyeon’s face went troubled—but his lips twitched inappropriately, like someone forcing back a laugh that didn’t fit the moment.
I’m swallowing my fear and doing my best here. That made Se-min feel even more wronged, and he snapped again.
“Is it funny? Am I funny to you, hyung? Did you think I wouldn’t n-notice you grinning at me like an idiot?”
“……”
Looking dumbfounded, Cha-hyeon’s lips parted before he hastily scrubbed his face with both hands. Under his palms, his mouth silently echoed, “Grinning like an idiot…” Just as Se-min bristled, about to fire back—
“Ah… Sung Cha-hyeon, this is fascinating.”
He muttered to himself and lowered his hands. Maybe he’d rubbed them together, because a touch of color had come back to his pale skin.
“Alright. I’m sorry.”
For the first time, Cha-hyeon apologized. His mouth twitched again, and he bent down.
“Should we start with a kiss?”
“Hff…!”
Despite the mild suggestion, he kissed him right away. Their soft tongues tangled, and a now-familiar pleasure unfurled, warm and lazy.
Forcing himself to ignore the pain below, Se-min tried to focus on the kiss. Maybe the primal arousal flooding his hot mouth was working; he felt the guiding energy that pain had muffled begin to flow into Cha-hyeon.
If this kind of arousal kept stacking, that hazy, clear-headed high would come—the delicious blankness washing over his mind. To forget the pain, Se-min clung even harder to the kiss.
That was when it happened.
“…Mmph! Hrrm…!”
Just when he thought they were only tangling tongues, Cha-hyeon started moving his hips again. The hot, thick cock slid through his gradually relaxing walls like a slow, deliberate snake, burrowing deeper.
Startled by the sensation of his inner ring being pried open as it pressed in, Se-min broke the kiss. But Cha-hyeon caught his jaw and fixed his face so he had to look at him. Fright widened Se-min’s eyes, and his lips fell open.
“Se-min, Se-min. I’ve almost got it all in. You can take it, right?”
“Ah! Hrrf…!”
Their mouths sealed again. Se-min squeezed his eyes shut, and at last a tear tracked down from the corner. Slow but relentless, he pushed until he was buried to the hilt; the brush of pubic hair tickled around Se-min’s perineum.
Finally, the kiss broke. Gasping, Se-min looked down at the place between them. As if to make sure he saw clearly, Cha-hyeon straightened his torso.
“Nngh! Haa… hhk…”
He was truly in to the very end. Se-min thought his lower belly looked a little swollen. With something that big inside, had it bulged to match its shape? Shock made his gaze waver.
“Hoo… you’re gonna squeeze it clean off…”
As he let out a long breath, the rustle of his knees shifting against the sheets sounded. The change in angle made Se-min feel, raw and clear, the wet slide as what was inside drew partway out.
His heart thudded anxiously. The burn of being stretched open still pulsed, and he knew all too well this wasn’t over.
So different from what he’d hoped—this hurt so much, and realizing it wouldn’t end yet made his mouth tremble like he was about to cry.
“Do you want to stop?”
Cha-hyeon stroked his knee gently. Wondering if he’d blurted out his true feelings without realizing it, Se-min turned his gaze to him.
Their eyes met. He dropped his lips in a theatrical pout as if to say, Poor thing—but the voice that followed was a coaxing whisper.
“But if we quit here, it’s a waste. Then it’s just painful and not even good.”
“…Ugh…”
Se-min’s pupils trembled. Half of what he said felt true—but he also honestly wanted to turn away from the pain right in front of him. Still, if they stopped like this, it felt like he would never want sex guiding again.
“Nn, haah…!”
While he wavered, Cha-hyeon slowly drew his hips back. Se-min’s eyes flew wide as he watched the dark-red shaft slide out of him. The snake-thick length withdrew; before the glans could catch at the rim, it eased back in, unhurried.
“How about we just try it like this for now?”
“Ah, hff! Hh…”
He repeated the same motion slowly, several times. With a bloodless face, Se-min watched that thick rod enter and withdraw. It felt unreal, like something from outside reality. A shivery breath seeped out between his lips.
“Hhh…”
But as that stubborn movement kept tracing a path through his tight heat, little by little, another sensation began to bloom.
It was undeniably pain, the way it tunneled into his sore depths. Yet something started to tingle along his spine.
“My guide… you’re really diligent, aren’t you?”
Only when Cha-hyeon said it with a laugh did Se-min realize he’d been channeling guiding energy into him. The closer the contact, the more it was drawn out regardless of his will; he’d remembered that only a moment ago, then forgotten.
So even like this, my guiding energy was being absorbed by him. Kiss guiding had felt purely good, but sex guiding was nothing but pain. It was so lousy he never wanted to do it again…
