Han-gyeom was currently lying down without his glasses on. Naturally. If he was going to sleep, he had to take off his glasses and lie down. That was why, even earlier when he’d been on his phone, he could barely see and had been holding it close to his face, focusing so hard that he hadn’t even noticed Won-hyeok watching from behind.
In other words, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Han-gyeom was, quite literally, in a state where he couldn’t see a thing right in front of him.
“Huh, sunbae. Something’s sticking out here?”
“Uh, hey, hey!”
Out of habit, Han-gyeom made a gesture like he was pushing up his glasses and grabbed Won-hyeok’s center with a thump.
“Ah, fuck…….”
“Gasp…… I’m sorry!”
Han-gyeom jolted in shock and immediately snatched his hand away. He’d only reached out unconsciously because something felt swollen and like it was jutting out, but the moment he touched it, he felt it twitch as if it were alive. That was how he realized it. What exactly he had just put his hand on.
Fidgeting anxiously, only trying in vain to cool his burning-hot face, Han-gyeom watched as Won-hyeok slowly raised his upper body.
“S-sunbae, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was that…….”
“That’s enough, so don’t say another word.”
There was some inexplicable pressure in the faintly upturned corners of Won-hyeok’s mouth.
“Go to sleep now.”
“Huh? Where are you going, sunbae?”
“……Bathroom.”
“Ah, I can’t hear you.”
Han-gyeom leaned his body in close to Won-hyeok.
“I’m going to the bathroom and coming back. Go to sleep.”
Ah, only then did Han-gyeom understand his intention, and he bit his lower lip. No matter how little he knew about sex, Han-gyeom was still a man too. So there was no way he wouldn’t know that if someone got fully hard, they had to take care of it properly and relieve it.
It seemed like he’d caused him trouble again. Since he had blatantly grabbed and touched it with his hand like that, it was only natural that the stimulated cock had woken from its sleep.
The moment Won-hyeok awkwardly got up from the bed, Han-gyeom suddenly grabbed his hand.
“E-excuse me, sunbae!”
His real intention had been to stop Won-hyeok, but in such an extremely flustering situation, Han-gyeom had gotten tense and put too much strength into his hand, so it ended up being more like he yanked him. And with all of Won-hyeok’s focus gathered on his hard cock, he helplessly toppled back onto the bed exactly the way he was pulled.
Won-hyeok fell onto the bed—more precisely, on top of Han-gyeom, who had pulled his hand—but even as he fell, he wrapped a hand around the back of Han-gyeom’s head so he wouldn’t hit it.
“Hey, that’s dangerous!”
There was a thud, and Won-hyeok lifted his head and shouted.
“I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to pull you, but I used too much force…….”
“Haah, seriously, you never listen to a word.”
Won-hyeok let out a sigh and ran a hand back through his hair. Still, maybe because his heart had gotten startled from what had just happened, it felt like his lower half had calmed down a little. Was this what they called shock therapy? At this rate, it seemed like he could fix the problem just by singing the national anthem all the way through, and right then, he felt a faint warmth from his hand.
“Sunbae.”
The moment he lowered his head, Won-hyeok froze.
What he could see with eyes adjusted to the darkness was Han-gyeom’s face beneath him. Thanks to the fall, all his hair had been swept back, revealing his smooth forehead and his full bare face, and he looked up at Won-hyeok with an awkward smile. Even so, he fidgeted out of habit and abruptly grabbed his hand.
“Ah, seriously, this is driving me crazy…….”
As if struck with another round of shock therapy, Won-hyeok’s center started lifting its head again. As he cursed the heavens for making them end up in this kind of position even when falling over, Han-gyeom rustled around and slightly raised his upper body.
“Um, I’m sorry. Because of me.”
“Forget it. It’s a bodily function—like I can control that with my mind. More importantly, don’t shove your face in so close.”
The closer Han-gyeom came, the more he could smell the same shampoo scent as his own on him, the more it felt like something was slipping beyond control.
“D-did it feel bad because I touched you?”
Misunderstanding the meaning of his words, Han-gyeom muttered timidly.
“Um…… there’s something my mom taught me since I was little.”
Why is he suddenly bringing up his parents in a way that makes me feel guilty? Somehow unable to cut off Han-gyeom’s increasingly serious tone, Won-hyeok pretended to listen vaguely while internally singing the national anthem.
“She said you shouldn’t cause trouble for other people, and that you have to take responsibility for what you do.”
“Yeah, that’s a good lesson. So can I go to the bathroom now?”
“I-I’ll take responsibility!”
At that moment, Han-gyeom grabbed Won-hyeok’s wrist and shouted. That was also the moment Won-hyeok’s body, which had just been about to enter verse three of the national anthem, went rigid.
“W-what…… what are you taking responsibility for?”
“For your erection, sunbae. I’ll take care of it for you.”
Han-gyeom clenched both fists and nodded vigorously. He even looked solemn, like an athlete before an important final match. And after looking like that, what came out of his mouth was that he’d take responsibility for an erection.
“No, no, wait, hey…… no, Han-gyeom. I don’t really understand what you’re saying right now.”
“Huh? Did I say it in a confusing way? I meant I’d help you relieve it properly since you got hard…….”
Since the erection had happened because of him, Han-gyeom wanted to help somehow. He’d heard somewhere before that if a man stayed hard for too long without getting release, it really hurt down there. Of course, he didn’t know from direct experience, since he’d never gone through it himself.
He didn’t want sunbae to be in pain, so he wanted to help somehow.
“So I’ll, um, your cock…….”
“Ah, enough. I get it. Stop saying cock already. It’s fine, just hurry up and sleep. I can just go to the bathroom and calm it down.”
“B-but I don’t think it’ll be easy to calm down.”
Han-gyeom lowered his gaze slightly. The front of Won-hyeok’s clothes looked much thicker and more swollen than before.
“And as you know, I’m kind of used to giving handjobs…….”
Han-gyeom scratched his cheek. Last time too, when Won-hyeok had gone into rut, he’d helped him get off. He’d only learned then, thanks to Won-hyeok, that it was called a handjob. If it were his very first time, that would be one thing, but he’d already seen Won-hyeok’s in person once and had even helped him out, so it shouldn’t be that difficult.
Besides, this was a little embarrassing to admit, but there was no way he’d dislike seeing and touching the body of someone he liked.
“…….”
But Won-hyeok’s mood changed completely. It was strange how quiet he’d gotten, so Han-gyeom raised his head—and saw him baring his teeth with a deep frown.
“You’re used to giving handjobs?”
“Huh? Ah, yes. Of course. Back then with you too, sunbae, and…… huh?”
Just then, his vision spun and his upper body was suddenly shoved backward. Won-hyeok had pushed him by the shoulder.
“Fuck, I forgot about it, but every time I remember, it pisses me the fuck off.”
Won-hyeok let out a sigh full of anger and muttered lowly.
“If you’re used to it, then what, how many?”
“Huh?”
“How many bastards’ dicks have you grabbed?”
“N-not that many, only yours, sunbae……”
Han-gyeom trailed off and stopped. Just like that time, Won-hyeok had taken Han-gyeom’s hand and pulled it toward the front of his pants. It was far bigger than when he’d carelessly brushed against it without knowing earlier, and Han-gyeom’s body trembled on its own.
“Right. If you’re used to it, then you should be good at it. Then go on, just like you said. You said you’d take care of me.”
Won-hyeok fidgeted for a moment, then pulled down his sweatpants along with his underwear. When Han-gyeom lowered his eyes, he saw the huge cock he’d already come face-to-face with once before springing free with a heavy bounce.
“Sunbae, c-couldn’t I go put my glasses on first?”
I want to see it better. It was dark right now, and without his glasses, his vision wasn’t clear.
“I can’t wait. Hurry up.”
Won-hyeok’s voice had sunk much lower than before. As if he were desperately trying to suppress something boiling inside him, he rubbed at his eyes several times.
“But it’s dark, and I can’t really see.”
When Han-gyeom muttered timidly, Won-hyeok suddenly changed position. He leaned back against the headboard, then reached to the side table and pressed the lamp button. In an instant, orange light spread around the bed.
“Better?”
Han-gyeom swallowed hard. Thanks to the light, his vision was a little clearer than before. But that brought another problem with it—Won-hyeok looked far too stimulating, far too obscene. Under the soft orange glow, his gaze looked languid and dim, while his brows were still sharply set, as if he was in a very bad mood.
Because his pants were practically off, the hard muscles of his thighs and legs were clearly visible, and above all, the cock of a size beyond imagination was now a little clearer too. Just that sight alone brought a strange itching sensation to his lower abdomen and a feeling as though his groin were tightening.
“What are you doing? You said you’d do it.”
I really should’ve said I was going to put my glasses on.
Han-gyeom swallowed hard and, hiding the uncomfortable bulge at his front as much as possible, crept closer to Won-hyeok and wrapped his hand around the shaft of his cock.
“……Ugh.”
From above him came the sound of Won-hyeok holding his breath. Just as expected, it had to hurt because he’d been hard for too long. Wanting to help him get off as quickly as possible, Han-gyeom diligently moved his hand up and down, but instead of coming, the cock only swelled more and grew harder.
“You said you were used to it. Weren’t you supposed to be good at it?”
“Ah, well…… I’m sorry.”
When he raised his head, he met Won-hyeok’s cold gaze directly. Looking troubled, Han-gyeom put a little more strength into his hand. How had he done it back then again? He was pretty sure he’d grabbed it like this and moved his hand. It seemed like Won-hyeok was in such a bad mood because his cock hurt too much right now.
He didn’t want to drag this out any longer, so what should he do? Even as he moved his hand, Han-gyeom’s mind raced. If he couldn’t make him come with his hand, did he need to use some other method? But what other method was there…….
“Ah.”
At that moment, as if he’d suddenly thought of something, Han-gyeom took his hand off the cock. From the weapon-like cock that still hadn’t spilled anything, only pre-cum was streaming down along the shaft.
“What are you doing?”
The moment Won-hyeok exhaled a heated breath and snapped coldly, Han-gyeom suddenly positioned himself between his legs.
“Hey, you……!”
In the next instant, Won-hyeok’s eyes widened. And before he could even reach out to stop him, Han-gyeom took his cock into his mouth.
Silly boys