Baek Seo-ha squeezed his lower body tightly together, feeling like Han Ju-oh’s finger might slide in at any moment. That slight movement caused his hovering hips to brush against Han Ju-oh’s lower half—pants and underwear pulled down. It wasn’t exactly penetration, but they were definitely touching. Rough and firm, yet soft and damp in places… a flood of mixed sensations overwhelmed him.
“Hoo.”
Taking a short breather, Seo-ha ran his hand through his hair. His fingers got caught halfway through the strands—no surprise, considering how Ju-oh had messed it up earlier.
He pulled his hand away from his tangled hair and looked at Han Ju-oh.
“Hey… um…”
He managed to start but couldn’t find the words to continue. Sweat and other unmentionable fluids made everything slippery and sticky, but that alone wasn’t enough…
‘Do you happen to have lube? I mean, we’re wet already, but having lube versus not having it makes a big difference. If not, should we go buy some?’
…How the hell was he supposed to say that?
He thought he’d gotten over being embarrassed, but even bringing up the ‘L’ in lube was mortifying.
“So, um… luh…”
He trailed off mid-sentence, and now it was unclear whether he meant lube or length. Just then, Han Ju-oh moved. Not a full shift, just stretching out his arm to the side—but even that caused their lower halves to rub together, sending a tremor down Seo-ha’s spine.
A little warning would’ve been nice.
Wondering what the hell he was doing, Seo-ha watched as Ju-oh opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. He pulled something out and held it toward Seo-ha—a tube of lube.
“Where did you get that?”
“From the drawer.”
“Yeah, I saw you take it out of the drawer, but when did you even prepare that? Did you buy it in advance, thinking a day like this might come? And strawberry-scented, no less?”
Seo-ha pointed at the cutesy strawberry design on the tube. Han Ju-oh frowned and turned the tube in his hand to confirm.
“I just bought whatever they gave me.”
“Ah… I see.”
So the shop staff must’ve recommended strawberry. As Seo-ha nodded in understanding, Ju-oh roughly popped the cap open. Then he squeezed the tube hard—and just as Seo-ha noticed, he reached out to stop him.
“If you squeeze it like th—”
SPLAT!
The inner seal burst under Ju-oh’s strength, sending the contents splattering not only onto his hand, but also across his stomach and Seo-ha’s thigh.
Seo-ha let out a sigh.
“This isn’t single-use. Try not to waste it, Ju-oh.”
“……”
Ju-oh chucked the tube off to the side and straightened up. As he leaned forward, Seo-ha found himself tipping back, blinking in surprise.
“Next time, I’ll ask for a different scent.”
As he said that, Seo-ha inhaled deeply. Amid the musky scent, the sweet aroma of strawberry floated to his nose.
“It’s not bad. What scent are you thinking? Banana?”
When Seo-ha asked, Ju-oh seemed to imagine it for a second, then shook his head in disgust.
“What’s wrong with banana scent?”
Seo-ha grumbled, then suddenly imagined a possibility.
“Well, I guess eating strawberries might remind us of tonight.”
If they kept trying all the fruit scents one by one…
“Let’s stick to just one. From now on, strawberry will be our scent.”
When Ju-oh didn’t object and simply accepted it, Seo-ha continued without pause.
“But why do we have to trade control like this?”
Judging by how things were going, it looked like Ju-oh was about to take over again. Seo-ha asked, and Ju-oh muttered while scooping up the lube that had splattered everywhere.
“Then why don’t you do it?”
“Ah, lying down like this?”
Since Ju-oh had made him fall back onto the bed, what was he supposed to do from here? Seo-ha asked with that implication in his tone, but Ju-oh just shrugged.
“If you want to get up, go ahead. But once I’m inside, try guiding me.”
Their previous Guiding session had already ended, and who knew if it would pick up again. Ju-oh was just giving him a heads-up on what to do, but Seo-ha didn’t feel like complying so easily.
“So you’re saying we just do our own thing? You do yours, I do mine?”
He was about to complain further when something long suddenly slipped inside him, catching him completely off guard. It felt like a stick at first—until he realized it was Ju-oh’s finger.
Shocked more than anything, he stiffened, but it didn’t hurt, probably because Ju-oh had slicked it with lube. Seo-ha tilted his head to make sure Ju-oh, who was watching him with concern, could see his expression clearly.
“One is fine.”
It wasn’t a threatening thickness, so he said it confidently. Ju-oh accepted that and calmly inserted another finger.
“Ugh… What the hell…”
“If it’s too much, I’ll be more careful.”
He’d gone straight to three fingers. Seo-ha hadn’t even looked, but he knew—there was no way that was just two. It didn’t exactly hurt, but the foreign sensation had grown intense enough to make his stomach churn.
“This is… how everyone does it, right?”
He knew all this in theory, but actually experiencing it made everything feel bizarrely unfamiliar. Still, Han Ju-oh—the only one who could answer—blatantly ignored the question.
“You’re such a jerk…”
Seo-ha glared up at him, then, out of spite, impulsively hooked both legs around Ju-oh’s waist and yanked. The sudden pull dragged Ju-oh’s solid body forward, pressing their hips flush—but in the process, his fingers were shoved in even deeper.
“Ngh!”
It was a spur-of-the-moment move, but the penetration hit a new depth, drawing a stifled cry out of Seo-ha.
Tsk.
Ju-oh clicked his tongue like he was saying “See what happens?”, and Seo-ha shot him a sharp glare—only to realize another finger had joined in. Was this really how it was supposed to go? It didn’t feel good the way touching his cock would.
But even so, Seo-ha endured, determined not to back down. The queasiness twisted into nausea, saliva pooling as he struggled to swallow it down.
He’d already forgotten all his complaints about Ju-oh taking the lead. Right now, this was just about surviving. Pure and simple.
The prep work to open him up continued for a while before it finally seemed to be wrapping up.
When Ju-oh’s hand withdrew, Seo-ha exhaled a long breath, slightly relieved. Of course, he knew this wasn’t the end.
“That took forever.”
He had never understood why people placed such symbolic weight on their first time, but…
“So this is what a ‘first night’ is like.”
He muttered the words while staring at the ceiling, and Ju-oh suddenly leaned his face in close.
“Shit—don’t just pop up like that.”
“You… really wanna call this your ‘first night’?”
“Huh? What else am I supposed to call it?”
He half-considered just labeling it insertion-guiding and being done with it, but Ju-oh shook his head in resignation.
“Breathe and relax.”
That was all the advice he offered, but before Seo-ha could process it, something thick pressed against his entrance.
This was it.
Even without asking, he knew—it was Han Ju-oh’s cock.
The moment Seo-ha sucked in a breath, it began pushing in.
“Huh? Huhh? Ngh… aaAAGH—!”
At first, it was just a stretching sensation that made him blink in confusion, but the sheer thickness that followed shocked him—fingers didn’t even come close. The soft skin and pliant tip had lulled him into thinking it might be bearable… until the unyielding hardness plowed in.
“How the hell am I supposed to… guide like this…”
Gagging again, Seo-ha covered his mouth and twisted his body, but he was already half-impaled—his insides slowly being filled, inch by inch, by Ju-oh’s cock.
“You didn’t guide last time either. Don’t pretend to be working—just look at me instead.”
Ju-oh’s words were blunt, but his hand gently nudged Seo-ha’s face toward him. For someone who always sounded so gruff, the look in his eyes was surprisingly tender—disorientingly so.
“Just for today… see me not as your guidee, but as your lover.”
I’ll see you that way too. As he said it, Ju-oh smiled. His face was smeared with sticky fluids, his hair a mess—he should’ve looked terrible, but somehow, he looked ridiculously handsome. Handsome enough to make Seo-ha’s heart skip.
“You…”
Seo-ha’s lips parted as he stared up at him, dazed.
“When did you sneak into that ‘lover’ spot, huh?”
‘Who’s your lover? Who decided that?’
“I’ve already ‘snuck in’ down there. Why not here too?”
Ju-oh didn’t bother hiding his advantage, gently rotating his hips. Even Seo-ha, who had just barely managed to refocus, couldn’t ignore the overwhelming sensations flaring up below.
“You never know—maybe after tonight, you’ll start calling me your boyfriend.”
“Are you insane? This is a strictly professional act, nothing more, so don’t spout bullshit—ah!”
“Sure. Then hang in there.”
Ju-oh pulled back halfway, then rammed it in hard. Seo-ha let out a scream, his voice rising sharply.
“Ugh! You’re… really going in deep.”
Though his voice still sounded pained and overwhelmed, without any real heat behind it, Ju-oh said nothing, silently moving his hips.
He’d already been fully aroused for a while, but his expression was intensely focused, as if trying to figure something out. That serious atmosphere bled into Seo-ha, who furrowed his brows. Suddenly, a memory surfaced—something he’d rambled about before.
“So, should I just drop my pants here? Might as well make it enjoyable, right? For the record, my spot’s pretty far in, so unless someone’s got serious length, it’s hard to reach. Oh, I didn’t mean Esper Kang Kyung-hoon was small or anything. I mean, he’s got the size, clearly. Even if it doesn’t reach, I won’t tell anyone.”
He’d just said it offhandedly at the time but… no way. No way, right?
