T/N: WARNING! Explicit scenes ahead. Please read with caution *cough*
Pretending it never happened wasn’t what he wanted. Even if he got fired, even if everything ended up worse than before, he wanted to see this relationship through to the end. The fact that he had shown interest in him still felt like a dream.
Giyun gathered his courage and pushed his tongue between the slightly parted lips.
A bittersweet scent touched him. He tried to mimic the memory of what Seungjo had done to him in the car, moving his tongue eagerly, but it didn’t go as smoothly as he’d hoped.
Still, he couldn’t stop now, so Giyun moved his tongue awkwardly and desperately.
It was a miracle Seungjo didn’t push him away, but he remained completely unresponsive, as if Giyun were kissing a wooden statue.
The atmosphere was completely different from that day. Giyun quickly grew anxious and pitiful. He regretted his attempt to stir his excitement, his heart racing ahead of his skill, even though he didn’t know how to do it properly.
When he pulled away briefly, gasping for breath, the scent of tobacco he’d been holding in his mouth wafted through their touching lips.
Giyun dropped his head and coughed softly.
The hand gripping his shoulder slid down to his thigh. Instead of a leg, something else was touched. Thick and hard.
The moment Giyun realized the distinct bulge pressing against his lower garment was proof of Seungjo’s arousal, he recoiled in shock and yanked his hand away.
“This… this is real.”
In that instant, a rough voice, like someone gritting their teeth, flipped his body over in one swift motion. The legs that had been planted firmly on the ground flailed in midair in the blink of an eye.
His weight shifted so abruptly it made the sofa sway. Seungjo grabbed Giyun by the collar and pressed down hard enough to hurt.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“No, I don’t want to…”
Just the reversal of their positions doubled the pressure. It felt like his breath was being squeezed out. Even as he answered reflexively, Giyun’s lips trembled violently.
“… I don’t want to pretend it never happened….”
He gasped the words out, barely using his vocal cords. His voice was low and strained, like he was dying. But he understood clearly. Those fiery eyes glared at Giyun fiercely.
Unable to bear the gaze, Giyun looked away. A burnt-out cigarette butt lay crushed on the floor beneath the sofa.
His heart trembled violently. If his hand hadn’t reached down, Giyun would have thought Seungjo was merely angry.
Seeing only that threatening gaze, he would have bolted from the spot immediately. But Seungjo was aroused by him now. That much was clear.
While Giyun avoided meeting his eyes, Seungjo’s gaze gradually took on a strange light.
“…You said you hated me.”
Seungjo yanked the bag off Giyun’s shoulder. For a moment, Giyun flinched, mistakenly thinking his clothes were being stripped off.
Even that reaction didn’t stop Seungjo. The bag, stuffed with books, fell to the floor like a discarded cigarette butt.
“You’d better be prepared to deal with the consequences.”
With that cryptic remark, his jaw was seized, and Seungjo pressed his lips onto Giyun’s with fierce urgency.
The man who had been as still as stone moments before was gone. Giyun desperately clutched the hem of Seungjo’s shirt.
His merciless kiss, so relentless it made Giyun wonder how he could tolerate his clumsy tongue and left him gasping for breath.
“Huh…!”
When their lips briefly parted, a strange sensation made Giyun gasp.
Seungjo took Giyun’s earlobe into his mouth, nibbling gently before rolling it with his tongue.
Each time, Giyun felt an unbearable tingling, as if something were about to explode inside him.
Normally, touching his own ear felt ordinary, but the moment Seungjo’s lips touched it, it transformed into an extremely sensitive spot.
His entire body became hypersensitive, the fine hairs on his cheeks standing on end. More than just a stinging or tickling sensation, a mind-numbing feeling tormented Giyun.
Unable to stay still, Giyun flailed the leg that was still somewhat free.
Like a restless puppy needing to relieve itself, every time he squirmed and twisted his body, their lower halves rubbed together, and the grip on Giyun’s wrist tightened with fierce strength.
This isn’t even a home; it’s an office. Even at this late hour when everyone had left, was it acceptable to do this outside?
Beyond the excitement he stirred, the anxiety and tension of behaving so unreasonably mixed together sent a chill through Giyun’s entire body.
But as the breath that had been whispering in his ear gradually descended, Seungjo buried his nose in Giyun’s nape to inhale, Giyun faced a problem far more chilling than anything else.
A line buried in his memory suddenly surfaced, striking his mind like a bolt of lightning.
‘Mr. Eun Giyun, I can smell your sweat.’
Giyun’s face turned ashen. How could he have forgotten that?
He had showered meticulously that morning before leaving home, as always, but now it was night. Even though the weather had cooled somewhat, he couldn’t guarantee he hadn’t sweated a single drop all day.
Seungjo’s remark about being sensitive to smells was gnawing at him.
He’d been deeply shocked that day, and hearing the same words from him now, in this situation, would become a lifelong trauma.
“Wait, just a moment…!”
“Where’s the ‘moment’?”
Giyun tried to push Seungjo off, but his position made it difficult to overpower him.
Truthfully, even from a more advantageous position, he wouldn’t have been able to shake Seungjo off.
In the end, Giyun pleaded with Seungjo, almost begging.
“Let me just take a shower first…”
“Shower?”
Seungjo lifted his upper body to meet Giyun’s gaze. His expression suggested he’d heard something amusing.
Even as Giyun nodded desperately, the response was a low snort.
“Loves his showers, huh?”
The words that came from the softly curved lips held no consideration.
“If you were going to run away, you should’ve left earlier.”
“It’s not running away—”
“You held out when I told you to go, and now you’re… messing with me?”
The polite speech he usually used was nowhere to be found, as if he’d sold it off somewhere.
Giyun’s neatly buttoned shirt began popping open from the top. Seungjo was peeling Giyun apart like an orange peel.
With each bit of skin Giyun had never shown anyone outside his family now exposed, Seungjo’s gaze drifted lower.
“Ah, wait… “
Giyun clutched the nearly undone shirt like a last leaf.
Seungjo stopped his pitiful attempt to cover himself even a little.
Having finally freed every last button, he looked down at Giyun as if admiring him from above. His deep eyes glistened darkly.
Giyun kept gasping for breath under his blatant, persistent gaze.
Honestly, he was scared. He wanted to escape this place immediately, to run away.
Of course, he hadn’t thought they’d just kiss all night. He was an adult too; he wasn’t that naive.
But even though his mind understood, even though he was clearly the one who wanted this relationship… when the first time actually arrived, his body couldn’t respond smoothly.
It was beyond what his initial recklessness could hide.
“Don’t pretend.”
“…”
“You don’t have to act like it’s your first time.”
Giyun couldn’t respond to his sarcastic words. He knew showing his inexperience in this situation wouldn’t please him. But he had no idea how to react to Seungjo expecting him to be skilled.
Fearful of his reaction, he couldn’t confess now that this was his first time.
He’d think he’d deceived him, and he’d never understand why someone with no experience would cling to him in the first place.
Giyun had no intention of demanding he take responsibility for his first time, but he might interpret it that way.
He had too much to lose; there was no reason for him to take on more burden and risk.
If he found out I was a virgin, that I’d come all this way just because I liked him, he’d kick me out without mercy. And I’d never get another chance like today.
Even though this situation terrified me beyond words, that was the one thing I didn’t want to happen.
But how could I, with no experience, possibly satisfy him? This was truly a big problem. I had nothing to show him even if I took my clothes off…
No breasts or anything to touch. And what about the smell?
Deep within Giyun’s heart lurked the fear that he might ultimately disappoint him.
What if Seungjo lost interest? What if, after getting excited and his body stirred, he suddenly decided it was impossible once he was completely undressed…
Could he avoid being hurt then?
“Have you… ever been with a man?”
“No.”
He’d asked in case he might have experience with men, but the answer defied his expectations.
Giyun’s expression darkened noticeably. The thrill of being his first as a man was fleeting.
The thought that he might just fail to meet his expectations made his heart pound with fear and dread.
He couldn’t possibly believe that he possessed any special charm capable of overturning his sexual orientation, having never slept with a man before.
“…What’s with that disappointed look?”
Witnessing the distinct change in expression, Seungjo stiffened. Seeing Giyun chewing his lip without answering, Seungjo narrowed his brows.
“Why? Worried I’ll act like an idiot?”
“That wasn’t… my worry.”
“Then what are you worried about?”
Giyun avoided his eyes. He couldn’t possibly admit the truth—that he was worried Seungjo would be disappointed in him.
Saying something like that would be worse than saying nothing. It would only make his already lacking charm seem even more diminished.
“At my age, it’s pathetic that I’ve never even had sex with a man.”
Contrary to his self-deprecating words, Seungjo laughed savagely.
Giyun, sensing the atmosphere turn icy, panicked and tried to rise, but Seungjo pinned him down with one hand on his shoulder. It was a rough gesture, unlike before.
“Since you’re so experienced, why don’t you kindly show me?”
“Wh-what…”
“You need to learn. To meet your high expectations.”
His actions were rough, mismatched with his sardonic tone. Without a sound, Giyun was pushed back down onto the sofa, Seungjo’s heavy body pinning him down.
He wasn’t even allowed to squirm. Giyun sensed he had deeply offended Seungjo. Maybe it would have been better not to ask anything at all.
“Yeah. Is a man’s body a bit different?”
“Huh…?”
A muffled sound escaped before he could even register it. Embarrassed, Giyun covered his mouth.
Seungjo had already torn open the front of Giyun’s shirt, pinching the pale nipple between his index finger and thumb.
“Where feels good? Here?”
Though never touched before, the already erect nipple changed shape under his fingertips as he rubbed it.
Each time his nails roughly scraped the nipple and areola, it felt like his sensory organs were connected, causing his entire body to jerk up to his waist.
A different kind of flustering sensation shot up, unlike when his ear was sucked. He realized for the first time that touching his nipple felt like this.
His sticky touch persistently tormented the protrusion. He gathered all the flesh around his non-existent breasts into his large palm and kneaded it painfully.
Giyun twisted his body this way and that. Even with his mouth covered, moans flowed out without stopping.
“Or maybe here?”
“Huh, uh.”
Fingers dug into his lower back, tracing a straight line up his spine.
Seungjo completely stripped Giyun’s shirt off. The shirt, removed without resistance, fluttered on the table before falling.
Every time Seungjo caressed Giyun with his hands and mouth, Giyun lost all sense of himself.
As Seungjo lowered his posture sharply, their upper bodies pressed together. The rustling feel of the shirt he wore and the soft fabric of his tie tickled Giyun’s bare skin, teasing it.
Simultaneously, without warning, Seungjo undid Giyun’s buckle and slipped his hand inside his underwear.
“Ah, right here.”
“Ugh, mmm…!”
“I’m a man too, you know.”
Even with his mouth covered, a stifled moan burst out.
Seungjo used his large hand to stroke Giyun’s penis.
The lining of his pants felt like it would burst. His penis had been hard and erect with excitement for a long time, and the precum oozing from his urethra had already soaked his underwear damp.
Even without his pants off, the squelching sound reached Giyun’s ears.
Giyun wanted to cover not just his mouth but his entire face, but Seungjo mercilessly pulled away even the hand covering his mouth.
Giyun’s hand fell limply, grasping feebly at the space beneath the sofa.
The hands caressing his groin gradually slowed. Seungjo stared down at Giyun, whose cheeks were flushed bright red as if they might burst.
It was a face that had realized something unusual.
“…This feels strange.”
Before he could even consider what was strange, Giyun found his underwear stripped off too.
He couldn’t tell when one shoe had come off, and now the other lay tumbling across the floor.
Giyun, now naked save for his socks, struggled.
Having his shirt pulled off was nothing.
The feeling of his lower body completely exposed was shockingly humiliating. Especially since Seungjo was staring down at him with an intensity that felt excessive.
“Did you shave?”
His voice was dangerously low. Giyun instinctively shivered at the sight of his face, which looked angry at first glance. He wanted to close his spread legs, but Seungjo had already firmly wedged himself between his thighs, pinning him in place.
“Yes…?”
“I asked if you shaved here too while shaving this morning.”
“There’s no way, ah, I didn’t…!”
Giyun convulsed as Seungjo’s hand swept long and smooth over his hairless lower body. Lying on the sofa, his penis stood rigidly erect toward the air—a sight too painful to bear. To make matters worse, Seungjo’s large hand wrapped around the shaft in one go.
“Then why is there no hair?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know.”
“This is quite deliberate.”
“Ugh, I’m sorry…!”
As he barked orders like an interrogator, Seungjo’s grip tightened. It felt like his genitals were being squeezed.
Giyun shrank back, shaking his head repeatedly, apologizing even though he didn’t understand why.
He had no idea what else could have upset him. What could he do about being born this way? He hadn’t done anything wrong this time; it seemed his very existence angered him, and it felt utterly unfair.
“With a hairless little brat like you…”
After the angry voice cut off, only wet sounds echoed through the room. Seungjo gripped Giyun’s penis and moved his hand up and down.
Even without lubricant, the copious pre-cum oozing from the glans allowed his hand to glide smoothly without friction.
Each time, Giyun’s hips jerked. His toes curled, his legs, with nowhere to go, rubbed helplessly against the sofa leather, then twisted and turned repeatedly
Seeing that pitiful gesture, Seungjo had Giyun wrap his legs around his waist.
“Ugh, hmph.”
Seungjo rubbed the sticky surface of the glans with his thumb. A momentary, hazy sensation made Giyun’s vision blur, and he let out a sound almost like a sob. His slender, outstretched legs tensed, unconsciously clamping tightly around Seungjo’s firm waist.
“…But why are you so sensitive?”
Was it because he was hairless? Giyun pretended not to hear the muttered remark that followed. His shame was already overflowing.
This was completely different from masturbating alone. He hadn’t realized how intensely stimulating it was to be touched by someone else. And that someone was Seungjo.
Just seeing him enduring and so focused on him, made Giyun feel impatient.
“Ah, ugh, wait…!”
He’d tried so hard not to, but after just a few strokes, he came ridiculously fast.
He couldn’t even remember when he’d last ejaculated. Thick semen shot into Seungjo’s hand.
It splattered onto the sleeve of Seungjo’s suit, still perfectly tailored, but he didn’t seem to care.
Instead, Seungjo toyed with the sticky semen on his hand as if it were a toy. Each time he spread and pressed his thumb and index finger together to gauge the fluid’s viscosity, a squelching sound echoed.
“Been abstaining for a while, huh?”
Seungjo, having drawn his own conclusion, pried Giyun’s legs off his waist. Gripping his thigh with one hand and lifting it upward, Giyun’s waist suddenly arched, folding his body in half. His perineum was starkly exposed to the air.
Still gasping from the afterglow of his ejaculation, Giyun flinched in surprise, his legs flailing.
It was a part of his body he had never once imagined anyone would ever see.
Giyun’s face burned as if it would blister. His eyes felt so hot that each blink stung.
He couldn’t believe the person who had scolded him for smelling of sweat was now pressing his face against his own perineum.
He had no experience, but he vaguely sensed what might happen next. Was he going to… go all the way? Like this, face to face with him…?
Just imagining it made him tense up, his body stiffening.
Was this really okay?
What if the reason he was staying still now was because his erection had gone soft? He’d said it was his first time with a man, but maybe touching a man’s genitals earlier had made him feel uncomfortable and doubtful.
He shouldn’t have touched that part anyway, so why did he insist on that action…?
He’s not a woman by any stretch, but Giyun wanted to hide the fact that he was a ‘man’ from him, who was a first-timer with men, to minimize his discomfort as much as possible.
I didn’t want him to see my flat chest without any fat, or my protruding genitals swaying grotesquely.
I wished it had been pitch black in the room, but it wasn’t. His office was a spacious area with multiple ceiling lights.
The area by his desk on the opposite side was much brighter, but even here on the sofa, soft lighting seeped in, enough for him to scrutinize his body thoroughly.
Giyun regretted not turning off the lights before coming.
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