When Han Ju-oh’s hand swept up along the shaft, the skin scraped away with it. The flesh was already tender, and there was no way it could hold out when gripped so tightly and pulled.
“If you grab it like that and—”
“If you don’t like it, do it yourself.”
Han Ju-oh acted like he was perfectly willing to let Seo-ha take over. That smug attitude made Seo-ha bare his teeth in frustration. First, he’d deal with the pressing issue—then he’d make sure to grip him the exact same way.
“I-I think I’m about to come. I kinda want to finish it myself.”
Seo-ha looked up at Han Ju-oh with pleading eyes. It wasn’t like some kind of Kamehameha-like energy blast was shooting out of his cock or anything, but he could definitely feel something. It wasn’t overt, but when they touched, there was this subtle, tingling current.
It was frustrating not being able to clearly define what it was, but with climax fast approaching, the first priority was getting Han Ju-oh’s hand off him.
“Just let it happen.”
“What? I’ve never finished in someone else’s hand before, and it’s not like I have to let you do it—”
“Seo-ha.”
With deliberate force, Han Ju-oh tightened his grip and pulled his shaft taut.
“Since when have I ever done what you wanted? Don’t kid yourself.”
“What?! You petty bastard. You were all over me before and now—ahh!”
Han Ju-oh dug his thumb mercilessly into the slit, making Seo-ha’s body twist involuntarily. He was already right on the edge, and the direct stimulation nearly sent him over.
“Being in love doesn’t mean you stop thinking straight.”
With a look that said not a chance, Han Ju-oh pressed his lower body close. Seo-ha let out a short cry, and Han Ju-oh, amused, reached up to caress his face.
But he didn’t let go of what he had in hand. In moments like this, the fact that people had two hands just felt unfair.
“It’d be nice if you thought of this as my way of showing affection.”
“We haven’t even gone on a proper date and this is just… ngh. Ahh.”
Seo-ha tried to continue speaking, but he’d already hit his limit and came. The release brought an overwhelming wave of pleasure, made more intense by how long he’d been holding back.
“What the hell did I just let happen…”
He covered his face with both hands. Even as the last of it pulsed out of him, Han Ju-oh kept diligently stroking to the end, leaving Seo-ha with no courage to reach down and stop him.
“Do you feel it?”
Then Han Ju-oh, who was kneading him like wringing out a wet rag, asked with a surprisingly serious expression.
“You’re still guiding me, aren’t you?”
Only then did Seo-ha, finally sensing it, shut his mouth and turned inward, observing what was going on inside his body.
“You’re right.”
Energy was still flowing from his body into Han Ju-oh. It didn’t matter if the amount wasn’t large. What mattered was that it was happening unconsciously—and it hadn’t stopped.
“How much… what percentage has been transferred?”
Feeling cool down below but sweating at the wrist, Seo-ha looked at his watch. And as soon as he did, he froze.
It was like everything from earlier—the ejaculation, the moans—was erased in an instant. That’s how shocking the number on the screen was.
“Fo… Forty?”
43%. His jaw dropped at a number he’d never seen before, and Han Ju-oh immediately lunged in.
“Ungh. I told you to focus on the guiding. Why are you fussing now?”
Seo-ha tried to ask why he was suddenly going in for a kiss, but his lower lip got bitten, garbling the words. He was happy about the matching rate rising, but the way Han Ju-oh seemed even more thrilled made it hard to breathe.
“Wait a second.”
“We’re not done yet.”
Han Ju-oh began heating Seo-ha’s cooling body once again. Any touch now would reignite the fire, but he went straight for the spots he knew Seo-ha was especially sensitive to, not holding back in the slightest.
“Hnn. Ahh. Just a bit more… ngh. Ah, that’s good.”
Seo-ha no longer resisted or hesitated. He had already tasted too much of this forbidden fruit to turn back now.
The two-digit number on his watch—if they pushed just a little further, they could break 50%. With that thought, Han Ju-oh’s touch became irresistible.
No, it was more than that.
“I want to do it too.”
Bracing himself on the bed, Seo-ha sat up, almost bumping foreheads with Han Ju-oh, who paused in surprise—and in that moment, their positions reversed.
Seo-ha, breathing heavily enough to make his chest rise and fall, looked down at Han Ju-oh.
With his eyes half-rolled back, the man’s face looked perfect from every angle. Seo-ha couldn’t help but remember how baffled he was when they first met, wondering how he didn’t recognize someone with such a face. It was unforgettable.
“We have to check, don’t we?”
Looking at that maddeningly gorgeous face, Seo-ha spoke with a breath that had finally calmed—at least a little.
“Just hold still. I’ll do it properly…”
Unlike himself, completely undone, Han Ju-oh looked like he could walk away and pretend nothing had happened. That annoyed Seo-ha, and he glared at the man’s perfectly neat appearance before grabbing at his pants without warning.
“I’ll do it.”
It was absolutely because his own cock had been grabbed—yeah, he wasn’t even going to deny it. He just wanted to give it back in kind. Seo-ha hurriedly yanked Han Ju-oh’s pants down.
“Whew.”
Han Ju-oh lifted his hips to cooperate, showing no intention of resisting.
Seo-ha pulled out the shirt tucked into his waistband, undid the hook, and pulled down the zipper. To anyone watching, it probably looked like he was attacking him. He moved fast, like a man possessed. Only after forcibly stripping him did Seo-ha finally pause to catch his breath.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, exhausted but oddly satisfied. That’s when he noticed the strange expression on Han Ju-oh’s face.
“Is it impossible for you to act like a normal person?”
The exasperated comment made Seo-ha flash a grin.
“We’re way past that point.”
Honestly, the romantic vibes—gentle eye contact, breathy kisses, that kind of subtle tension—they’d blown right past all that.
“You said you liked me, then groped me without mercy.”
“Are you supposed to surrender just because you like someone?”
“That’s not it, but you didn’t even pretend to hesitate.”
He pouted, clearly sulking, and Han Ju-oh let out a quiet laugh as he ruffled Seo-ha’s hair.
“What the hell? And why the hell’d you use your right hand?”
Seo-ha sighed, thinking about the cum probably stuck in his hair now. Oh well, they’d wash up eventually anyway. Even if he complained, Han Ju-oh just kept grinning.
“If you’re not happy about it, then next time you fall for me, give it all up too.”
“Oh, so you get to do whatever you want, but I have to go along with it? Yeah, right. I’m paying you back equally.”
Seo-ha made it very clear that he wasn’t about to just let things slide.
“Do whatever.”
Han Ju-oh didn’t seem remotely bothered—he just kept smiling, which somehow made it even more irritating.
“Let’s keep going.”
With that, Seo-ha poked at the exposed flesh. He watched as the tip twitched and was struck by a strange sense of wonder.
He already knew from the outline that it was big, so he wasn’t surprised—but still, the fact that even this part was good-looking felt unfair.
“It’s pink.”
Not that it had to be dark, but the soft, pretty hue made it hard to look away. Then, when he touched it, the silky smooth texture surprised him again.
“Feels like silk.”
Honestly, it was like someone had wrapped the shaft in pink silk. If he tied it with a ribbon of the same material…
“I just had a pervy thought. I’d tell you, but you’d definitely curse me out.”
Ignoring Han Ju-oh’s curious glance, Seo-ha slid his hand from the base up the shaft.
“Yeah, this is what I wanted to do.”
He wanted to return the favor—exactly how Han Ju-oh had done it to him. He gripped the shaft with enough pressure to tug at the skin and wrapped his hand around the head like a baseball.
“Damn, I could seriously pitch this thing.”
It was so solid and heavy in his hand that he couldn’t help but stick his tongue out in amazement. And it twitched constantly, practically bouncing, which made him laugh.
“You called mine a fish, but look at this guy.”
Han Ju-oh’s was way more lively. Seo-ha scraped under the glans, stimulating the ridge, and pressed firmly against the tip. He didn’t forget the balls, either, kneading them thoroughly until the slit at the head began to throb.
Just as he thought he caught a sour tang in the air—pssh, semen shot out before his eyes. He watched as the fluid burst upward, then oozed down like lava turning to magma, thick and viscous, sliding from the tip.
Seo-ha furrowed his brows as it ran over his hand. He climbed onto Han Ju-oh’s body to get a closer look—he’d led him to climax, and now, this was the result.
“…The energy flow stopped.”
The moment Han Ju-oh came, it was as if someone flipped a switch—the guiding had ended.
So that was it? Was further guiding no longer possible? Seo-ha stared at him, but then a thought occurred to him.
“We have to put it in, don’t we?”
If it didn’t work even after that… then it was truly over.
When Seo-ha asked what he thought, Han Ju-oh reached down between Seo-ha’s legs. His index and middle fingers slid upward along his inner thighs, gently teasing around his entrance. Seo-ha’s breath caught in his throat from the tension.
Up until now, they’d been half-joking, half-serious.
But from this point on, it was real.
