“Yeah… I’m glad you’re a writer, Sanghyeon.”
Sanghyeon, of course, had his own prejudices. This type is usually delicious. Those who suppressed their sexual curiosity with their shy personalities were like tinder—one spark, and they’d burst into flame. Opportunities like this didn’t come often. The lack of sleep, the fatigue, the alcohol—none of it could dampen Sanghyeon’s rising excitement. Impromptu scenarios flowed smoothly from his lips.
“Embarrassingly, I’ve never used adult toys before. But in my current story, the protagonist’s friend is a fanatic. Since I’m a beginner, I’m worried I won’t describe it well. I’d love to hear about your experiences.”
“Fanatic…? Oh, I’m not that serious. I’m a beginner too.”
Panic flashed across Jinho’s face again. Sanghyeon picked up the stiff, clear-plastic-wrapped black item from the table. Jinho’s gaze followed. The rustling plastic sharpened his nerves, and his focus shifted from Sanghyeon’s words to his hands.
“It’s okay. It’s not the main character’s setting, so it doesn’t need to be detailed. Just general opinions from users. I’ll only use it as reference. You can answer, right?”
Rustle. Sanghyeon continued to crumple the opp bag, making noise. Jinho’s attention scattered. After a dazed nod, Sanghyeon continued.
“Where do you usually buy these?”
“Oh. Online.”
“Do you only buy from one place? This doesn’t look like it came from an online shop.”
“Ah, that… um… I passed by… a store. Near the station…”
“Have you bought anything other than dildos?”
“Th-that… uh… oh, no.”
The pause before the denial was long. Sanghyeon noticed the defensive mechanism at work. Rip. He tore open the adhesive part of the plastic with a loud sound. Jinho’s eyes widened. Someone else’s hands were touching his private, shameful purchase. The realization sent a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over him.
“How many do you have?”
“Nine… Huh? Oh… no, that’s…”
Flustered, he blurted out the truth. Nine was enough to call him an experienced user, even if not a fanatic. The fact that he’d bought nine, one by one, embarrassed him. His face burned red. Sanghyeon leaned in slightly, watching Jinho’s flustered expression.
“It’s okay. Just be honest. I only need it for reference, so don’t overthink it.”
Jinho nodded, avoiding his gaze.
“Help me out. I really need your explanation.”
At Sanghyeon’s request, the lock in Jinho’s heart clicked open. It’s just helping with a novel. With that resolve, the trembling in his eyes subsided. Sanghyeon didn’t miss it. He rustled the bag and pulled out the black dildo, pushing it into Jinho’s line of sight. Jinho flinched but couldn’t look away. The sight of the dildo alone would pull up pleasurable memories if he’d used it nearly ten times. Sanghyeon’s long fingers traced the detailed veins of the realistic dildo, and Jinho’s gaze followed.
Gulp. The sound of him swallowing sent a tingling sensation through Sanghyeon.
“Is this the ninth one? Did you start with this size?”
“No, it’s the tenth. I started with a normal size. This one is… still…”
Still. He was going to try it today, but it had been misdelivered. Jinho took another swig of his now-lukewarm beer, the fizz of carbonation escaping his lips, but his eyes never left Sanghyeon’s hand. Sanghyeon’s thumb and index finger circled the dildo’s girth, then slid up and down its length. Jinho couldn’t look away. Sanghyeon’s voice flowed smoothly.
“Help me describe the scene.”
“Yes.”
Jinho’s attention, scattered by Sanghyeon’s white fingers, answered without fully understanding the question. Sanghyeon had no intention of helping him understand. He used vague language.
“I’m so grateful you’re willing to help with the description.”
Sanghyeon pushed the dildo toward Jinho. Confused, Jinho took it when it was pressed against his chest. Holding such an intimate item in front of someone else sent a strange thrill through him. The heat rushing through his body was pulled out by Sanghyeon’s words.
“Show me how you use it.”
“W-what?!”
Jinho gasped at the outrageous request. Shame, sexual tension, and the hazy effects of alcohol jolted his foggy mind awake. Thump, thump. His heart pounded as Sanghyeon’s voice poured over him.
“You said you’d help me.”
“No, that’s—”
“Hehe. Just kidding, Jinho. I was trying to lighten the mood. Just explain the basics—how you use it. I focus on realistic descriptions.”
“Oh… oh, okay.”
Jinho looked down, scolding himself for overreacting. The constant embarrassment since entering this apartment made clear thinking difficult. He wanted to finish quickly and leave. Sanghyeon watched Jinho’s changing expressions, his soft voice making a light request.
“Can you show me with your hands? What’s the most basic way to use it?”
Jinho clutched the dildo under the table, hesitating, and glanced at Sanghyeon. The writer in front of him was nothing like he’d imagined—no irritability, selfishness, or eccentricity. His narrow eyes occasionally curved sharply, drawing attention. The straight bridge of his nose beneath his glasses looked refined. Jinho revised his mental image of an intellectual—someone like Sanghyeon could be a model. Even his dangerous remarks were delivered with such composure and ease that they seemed trustworthy. It really did seem like he was asking for work. His gaze held no judgment or prying curiosity—just sincerity and openness.
Occasionally, his eyes behind the clear lenses gleamed strangely, but Jinho chalked it up to a writer’s natural curiosity. Recognizing Sanghyeon’s demeanor, his panicked mind slowly regained some composure. Sanghyeon’s handsome face and manner even made him feel a hint of affection.
“Ah, right. Do you use condoms with these?”
“Yes. Oh, and I’ve heard others use them for hygiene too.”
Sanghyeon picked up the box of condoms from the table. Clack, clack. He shook the box, drawing Jinho’s attention again.
“Can I open one? I’ll buy you a new one later.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. That was a freebie, so you can use it.”
With Jinho’s permission, Sanghyeon opened the box and pulled out the string of connected condoms. Slither—he tore off the end of the red condom strip and handed Jinho a single, individually wrapped condom.
“Show me.”
Jinho, still too dazed to question why he had to demonstrate this, lifted the dildo he’d been clutching under the table and tore open the condom wrapper with his mouth. With practiced ease, he rolled the translucent, pale yellow rubber onto the black dildo.
“After this, I usually put lube on here—then, I kneel and reach back… and use it.”
He had been explaining naturally, but he faltered at the word “insert,” unable to say it outright. Sanghyeon pretended not to notice and continued his questioning.
“Don’t you ever use it lying down?”
“No, I… don’t.”
“Why? Is it uncomfortable to insert while lying down?”
Sanghyeon pressed Jinho, who was trailing off, urging him to answer. His gaze drifted lower. Jinho, still flushed, bit his lip before continuing.
“I just… prefer it this way.”
He had thought too hard and ended up answering honestly again. Whoosh—his ears burned crimson as he shrank his shoulders. Watching Jinho, Sanghyeon furrowed his brows slightly. The embarrassment and excitement had ripened Jinho deliciously before him. Now, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His lower half throbbed, straining against his sweatpants. Hold back? No, there was no need to hold back. His feigned smile vanished, replaced by a sharp glint in his eyes.
Before Jinho could even lift his head, Sanghyeon stood and moved around the table, sitting beside him. His voice, now thick and sticky, called Jinho’s name.
“Yun Jinho.”
“Yes?”
Sanghyeon pressed close, wrapping an arm around Jinho’s waist. Jinho flinched, but his hand still gripped the black dildo tightly. His honest answer had made his sensitive cock twitch, and now his waist jerked at Sanghyeon’s touch. He was embarrassed to feel himself growing even harder. The face he had found attractive moments ago was now inches away. He should have pushed Sanghyeon away, but his hand only clenched the dildo tighter. Sanghyeon stared into Jinho’s wide, startled eyes and whispered:
“Show me how you do it.”
“Uh… Are you joking again?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
