“Ugh!”
At those words, Hye-seong squeezed his eyes shut, as if trying to escape reality.
It was already starting to react—I wanted him to stop!
Feeling his face flush, Hye-seong covered it with his arm and mustered the courage to speak.
“Please, stop!”
“I don’t want to.”
“…”
Ji-ho, refusing flatly, seemed pleased with Hye-seong’s hardening cock. Instead of stopping, he kneaded the flesh in his hand and began tormenting his chest with his mouth again.
“Hngh!”
When Ji-ho’s teeth grazed his nipple, Hye-seong bit his lip and twisted his hips. Ji-ho rubbed the smooth tip of his cock with his fingers, murmuring in admiration.
“It even leaks when I rub it.”
“Ahh!”
Ji-ho’s words tortured him just as much as his actions.
“Ji-ho, please… stop…!”
Finding the restrictive pants annoying, Ji-ho clicked his tongue and sat up, pulling down both the pants and underwear in one motion.
Hye-seong instinctively closed his legs and covered himself with his hand. Ji-ho let out a hollow laugh and scolded him, though the corners of his mouth still held a smirk.
“I can’t see anything like that.”
“…”
I’m covering it so he won’t look…
Hye-seong opened his eyes wide and shook his head. Last time, he had gotten hard too, but Ji-ho—distracted or out of his mind—hadn’t paid much attention to it. So Hye-seong hadn’t felt much shame then; it had been fine.
But Ji-ho, fully composed and sober now, was nothing like before.
“Hm? Hye-seong, I can’t see.”
The idea of deliberately showing him his cock was unthinkable. Caught off guard, his voice trembled.
“W-why do you have to look…?”
“You got hard just from me sucking your nipples. How can I not look?”
“Gasp.”
His heart nearly dropped. The blunt, explicit words made him doubt whether he’d heard correctly.
But as if to confirm, Ji-ho widened his eyes slightly and shamelessly said,
“Come on. You got hard first. It’s only fair you show me.”
“What? No, since when is that—”
Even though it was an unreasonable demand, Hye-seong hesitated, unable to argue.
Does that mean next time, whoever gets hard first has to take off their pants?
“What? I’m right, aren’t I?”
“…”
Ji-ho furrowed his brows casually. His narrowed eyes traced Hye-seong’s form—naked, covering himself with his pale arms, as if that alone would suffice. Ji-ho could easily remove both of Hye-seong’s hands with one of his own, but this seemed more amusing.
“Hye-seong, show me.”
“…”
“Hm? How long are you going to keep hiding?”
Ji-ho urged him with a smile.
Staring blankly, Hye-seong finally squeezed his eyes shut. The hand that had been ambiguously covering his center shifted slightly to the side. Ji-ho, now with an unobstructed view, pressed down on Hye-seong’s thighs and gripped his fully hard cock.
“Ahh, like that, ahh…!”
“You were wetter here earlier. You leaked when I bit your chest.”
Ji-ho rubbed the slit of Hye-seong’s cock with his finger, then nuzzled the tormented nipple with his lips. Hye-seong’s body jerked.
“Ah, hngh, ahh!”
Both of his nipples were now hypersensitive. Helpless, Hye-seong could only cover his eyes with his free hand.
No matter how much he told himself this was a natural reaction due to the unique nature of guiding, the shame wouldn’t fade. He resented his body for reacting so quickly to unfamiliar stimulation—and Ji-ho, who was being strangely considerate.
He had only expected pain, like last time. Back then, he had felt something strange at the end, but the pain had been worse. He had thought it would be okay as long as Ji-ho held him… but this was different.
The hand that had been persistently rubbing the tip of his cock changed direction, spreading the gathered fluid down the shaft. Hye-seong moaned, shaking his head wildly.
“Hngh, ah, please…!”
Ji-ho didn’t stop, even as Hye-seong begged. Instead, he sucked on his chest until it made a wet sound before pulling away. He shifted his gaze to Hye-seong’s face.
“Please, let me go… ahh…!”
“Why?”
Hye-seong grabbed Ji-ho’s hand, but the up-and-down motion didn’t cease. His mind went blank, his head tilting back. He felt like Ji-ho’s hand might slip at any moment.
“Hngh, there’s no need to go this far!”
“There is for me.”
“Why, ahh, why…?”
“I’m curious what you’ll look like when you come.”
Ugh! He couldn’t bear to continue this embarrassing conversation. Hye-seong shook his head frantically, moaning. Ji-ho lowered his head and captured his lips. As Hye-seong’s protests were muffled, he closed his eyes.
“Mmph…!”
A moment later, all the tension he had been holding to endure this drained from his body.
He could feel the corners of Ji-ho’s lips curling up against his own. Too embarrassed to look, Hye-seong kept his eyes shut. Ji-ho clicked his tongue and gazed down at his flushed, panting face, scolding him in a low voice.
“Tsk. You got me all messy.”
“Ugh, I’m sorry…”
“Hah.”
The reproachful tone made Hye-seong frown in distress. The sound of Ji-ho’s incredulous laughter only deepened his shame.
The white fluid wasn’t just on Ji-ho’s hand—it was splattered across his dry stomach. Ji-ho scooped some up and moved his hand downward.
When his fingers, slick with the fluid, pressed against his entrance and rubbed, Hye-seong bit his lip. Still unable to open his eyes, he covered them with his arm.
Ji-ho kept his gaze on Hye-seong’s face as he pushed his finger firmly inside.
“Ahh!”
The wet entrance accepted the long finger. Ji-ho pressed against the inner walls a few times, and Hye-seong writhed. The aftershocks of his orgasm had left him loose inside, softening quickly.
Once a second finger joined, Ji-ho seemed less interested in stretching him and more focused on pressing different spots inside, watching Hye-seong’s reactions. Hye-seong, struggling not to feel anything, was driven to the brink of madness.
“Hye-seong, why are you hard again?”
“Huh?”
Hye-seong cautiously lowered his gaze, afraid of what he’d see.
What…? Ji-ho was right. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his still-hard cock, dampening the area around his navel. Ji-ho traced it with his finger and murmured,
“Ah, you get wet even when I just touch your hole.”
“Hngh, why are you—ahh, this is too much…!”
More shocked by his own body than anything else, Hye-seong groaned, squeezing his legs together and rubbing his feet against the sheets. Ji-ho, as if to punish his attempt to escape, thrust his fingers in and out rapidly.
“Huh, nngh, ahh!”
Ji-ho moved his hand roughly, licking the swollen, aching nipple. His hot breath fanned over Hye-seong’s saliva-slick chest. Hye-seong’s vision whited out, and he whimpered, on the verge of tears.
“Ji-ho, please… stop now…!*”
His body jolted with every movement of Ji-ho’s arm. Desperate, Hye-seong cried out,
“Please, I—I don’t need you to touch me anymore, ahh!”
“…”
“Hngh, please…!”
Finally, the invasive movement inside him ceased. Hye-seong, his face flushed, clutched Ji-ho’s wrist, begging,
“Please, just… put it in now…”
“…Fuck.”
Ji-ho gritted his teeth. As his fingers slipped out, Hye-seong trembled.
“You’re desperate to take a cock, aren’t you?”
“…”
He had shouted it in desperation, but seeing Ji-ho actually undoing his belt sent a wave of tension through him. He swallowed hard, watching as a small plastic case flew toward them from somewhere.
“Huh?”
It was the guiding kit Hye-seong had mentioned before. He said there wasn’t one… Had he prepared it in advance?
As he fumbled with the case in confusion, something heavy thudded against his thigh. When he looked, he nearly screamed.
“…”
Ji-ho’s cock was even more intimidating than his distorted memory of it. He couldn’t believe Ji-ho had been so calm and composed in this state.
Ji-ho took the kit from Hye-seong’s limp hands and picked up what was inside—a strip of square condom wrappers, linked together. It was surprisingly long.
After frowning at it for a moment, Ji-ho flung the entire strip away.
“Eh…?”
Hye-seong stared blankly at the wrappers fluttering through the air as they fell to the floor.
