Thankfully, this kiss was short. With a soft snort of a laugh, he pressed another quick smack to Se-min’s lips.
With that, a strange hush fell over the room that had been so full of lewd sounds. The only noise left was sheets brushing bare skin and their ragged breaths.
Maybe that was why. Only then did Se-min feel belatedly shy under Cha-hyeon’s gaze as he looked down at him. Half of him wanted to look away; the other half wanted to keep doing those sweet, lover-like things.
“Haa….”
Exhaling hotly, his fingers rubbed over Se-min’s nipple, teasing it. Se-min’s shoulders—goosebumps prickling down to the baby hairs after coming—curled in.
“Hng….”
Below, where he still held the man, was hot; the inner walls that had been pounded tingled. He had no strength anywhere in his body. He just drifted, dazed, as if floating on a cloud.
Through that fog, a sudden thought slid in.
So this is… sex. No—sex guiding.
Even in his own head, Se-min quickly corrected himself. He’d wondered why anyone would do something that didn’t seem that great, but now he could absolutely understand why other pair partners—and ordinary lovers—did this.
“How was it?”
Tapping at Se-min’s stiff nipples, Cha-hyeon asked. As his fingertips rolled and toyed with them, Se-min’s already-hunched shoulders squeezed even tighter.
“U-ugh…! I-it was good. Really….”
“It was good? I’m glad I didn’t stop halfway just because you said so.”
Lifting his torso, Cha-hyeon slowly pulled out the cock that had filled him to the brim. Thick like a serpent, it was smeared with lotion and cum.
“…….”
Biting his lower lip, Se-min trembled in silence. The sensation of it sliding out was so stark, and the strange emptiness of a place that should’ve been closed now spread open felt unsettling.
And then the fluid trickling from the hole. Se-min tried hard to ignore the mix of lotion and Cha-hyeon’s semen. Otherwise he felt he’d disgrace himself by blushing again.
Cha-hyeon stretched an arm toward the side table and glanced at its empty surface—no tissues in sight. After waving at air, he just wiped his cock off roughly on the sheet that was already dirty.
Even after coming, Cha-hyeon was half-hard. The way it bobbed with his movements looked threatening. Se-min swallowed dryly without thinking.
“Mm… But hey, Se-min.”
A voice, oddly husky, called to him. Se-min’s eyes, naturally drawn to the menacing thing, lifted upward.
“So you’ve still got enough energy to answer?”
“…Huh?”
His dazed reply slipped out a beat late. The corner of Cha-hyeon’s mouth curled. Right before his eyes, that half-hard length began to stiffen again.
Se-min’s eyes flew wide. Wh-what? Why—why is it getting hard again? His round eyes wavered like a candleflame in the wind.
As if to nail it into the confused Se-min, still reeling at the reality in front of him, Cha-hyeon’s voice stayed breezy.
“Should I take you from behind this time?”
***
So this is… sex guiding.
…Fuck… sex guiding is brutal as hell… insane….
One day was enough for the fluttery thrill of a first time to turn into, “Knock it off already, you psycho….” That was also about how long it took mild-mannered Se-min—who normally didn’t swear—to start cursing like a champ.
To be honest, Se-min was pretty faithful to his desires. Because Hyung had slapped on the restriction “No guiding past a certain level,” like how clamping down on a teenager makes him act out, he’d secretly fantasized and looked up all sorts of things behind Cha-hyeon’s back.
Besides, Se-min was twenty-three. Like most men in their early twenties, once he tasted climax, his blood ran hot and he bounced off the walls.
Still, there’s a limit. He hadn’t expected the dogged determination of a self-proclaimed thirty-something saving himself for marriage to be far more relentless than a twenty-something’s first-time fervor.
The sex guiding that began in the late afternoon on Se-min’s bed didn’t end until night had fully fallen. In that time, Cha-hyeon came three times, and after five, Se-min stopped counting, so who knew past that. He’d black out here and there, then snap awake on a wave of pleasure; honestly, even those numbers were suspect.
When Se-min—who’d passed out after shooting watery semen because there was nothing left to squeeze out—regained his senses, he was lying on Cha-hyeon’s bed. In a bathrobe, no less.
From how dry and fresh his skin felt, it seemed he’d been wiped down with a damp towel—at least the parts you could see. Proof being: when he was hoisted up and set at the table because “you need to eat,” the cum pooled inside him slid out in a slow stream.
“…….”
And that set him off again.
The sushi that must’ve been ordered while he was out ended up drying on the table. Instead of sushi, Se-min took Cha-hyeon’s cock into his mouth at the table; instead of his own damp bed, he lay on Cha-hyeon’s; then the bathroom; then from behind, from the front, on top….
People said taking a man for the first time hurt and was hard, but the funny thing was that every time Cha-hyeon sucked him dry of guiding energy, Se-min could actually manage a bit better. The more they guided, the clearer and lighter his head felt—like he’d done a line of something—leaving him in a wired, awakened state.
Put romantically, it was the power of love; in gaming terms, it felt like snagging a tiny last-second buff (+3 HP) at death’s door, just enough to dodge instant KO. Or like being drained by Dracula and still floating in bliss….
But the energy Cha-hyeon took outstripped the little buffs that kept Se-min from collapsing.
Fueled by the all-out guiding Se-min poured into him, Cha-hyeon’s condition only improved—so he went wild again. That vicious cycle kept spinning until dawn.
Pleasure so intense it could’ve melted his brain became torment when it went on too long. Pushed past any reachable peak into a place nothing could resolve, Se-min ended up bawling, shameless with the pain.
Their first bout of sex guiding ended only after Se-min couldn’t beat the Guiding High and passed out cold.
A cool palm touched his forehead. At the chill, Se-min faintly scrunched his brow as his consciousness floated up from sleep. Hovering on the border between sleep and waking, he rasped in a cracked voice,
“I can’t… No… I can’t anymore….”
With a small laugh, a cool thumb stroked his cheek and eyelids. The finger rubbing at his puffy, red lids withdrew, and soft lips brushed him.
At first, the lips only rested there, but maybe mischief kicked in—those lips pressed down, deliberately squishing his soft cheek. Se-min’s face crumpled like a squashed steamed bun.
“…Damn it, I said… I can’t…. You wanna die…?”
“What? You wanna die?”
Hearing his own words echoed back, light with laughter, Se-min finally peeled his lids open, slow and heavy. His vision was hazy; he couldn’t quite focus.
His lashes fluttered, still drunk on sleep. It was an unfamiliar room. Not his, not Cha-hyeon’s—so where was this…?
His foggy head didn’t land on a conclusion right away, but the faint, cool air told him this was the guest room.
The guest room… Remembering what shape the sheets on Cha-hyeon’s bed were in, Se-min pressed his lips together.
In the end, the first guests in a room no one ever used turned out to be Se-min and Cha-hyeon. Face oddly flushed, Se-min slid his gaze to Cha-hyeon, perched on the edge of the bed.
“You’re awake.”
The hand still resting on Se-min’s forehead like checking for fever slid down. Then he started to knead his cheek.
“Your face is a little puffy. From crying, maybe.”
The eye on the side where Cha-hyeon was touching twitched into a wince. With a sleepy groan, Se-min blinked and then knit his brows. His vision cleared another notch.
The hand that had been patting his cheek withdrew. Maybe because he sat at the headboard with the light behind him, looking down from up close, Cha-hyeon gave off the air of… an omniscient, eerie observer—like a god out of the Cthulhu Mythos.
For a Hyung that he had a crush on, Se-min’s depiction made him sound like quite the fiend. As his mind cleared, he furrowed his brow again—there was a pulled-muscle ache in his back and thighs. Add to that a sting in a place he couldn’t mention and a feverish churn deep in his belly.
“Ugh….”
A groan slipped between his lips. Once he recognized the pain, a wave of it flooded in. He’d had pleasure hot enough to melt his brain, but the backlash was just as fierce.
“Does it hurt?”
“…….”
“Hurts a lot?”
Can’t you tell just by looking?
