Words spoken can’t be taken back, and neither can actions. Seungyeon bore some responsibility for Jung Sanho ending up like that. Even though he knew Jung Sanho’s favorability was at its peak, he hadn’t been considerate of him.
If only he hadn’t known until the end, but having barged into the bathroom with such momentum, he couldn’t run away now. If you’re a man, you have to take responsibility, of course.
Seungyeon avoided eye contact out of embarrassment and rambled on with excuses.
“I don’t mean anything by it. It’s just, you’d be uncomfortable staying like that too. Let’s solve this quickly and get out of here.”
If it was just grabbing and shaking it, it wasn’t too difficult. Once he had said he’d help out loud, the embarrassment gradually washed away.
Right, what’s the point of being coy now that it’s come to this? The problem was clear and so was the solution. Shake and shoot, then it’s done. If he could endure a moment of embarrassment, Jung Sanho could regain his composure, and Seungyeon wouldn’t have to watch Jung Sanho’s mood out of guilt or awkwardness. This was truly killing two birds with one stone.
“What……! I don’t need help!”
Whether he’d read something in Seungyeon’s eyes, Jung Sanho stepped back in horror. His cheeks flushed bright red as he awkwardly covered his waistband with his hands. It seemed he’d understood perfectly well what kind of help was being offered without it needing to be spelled out.
Seungyeon quietly watched Jung Sanho fleeing, then soon headed to the sink. He washed his hands squeakily clean while making a plan. Should I first ask for cooperation, have him take off his pants, and tell him to sit on the bathtub? He ran simulations in his head about how to achieve the optimal position.
“Let’s listen before you embarrass yourself further. Or you can just think of it as treatment.”
Seungyeon, who had shaken off the remaining water on his hands, hardened his expression like a surgeon before an operation. Following Jung Sanho who was quickly retreating backwards, he strode deeper into the bathroom.
“No, no. Don’t come! I, I don’t need help!”
“Hey, I saw the state of that thing, and you don’t need help……! That’ll rot if you leave it like that!”
“It won’t rot! It won’t, so don’t come! Don’t come any closer!”
As if fleeing wasn’t working, he hid his body inside the shower booth. Seungyeon let out a hollow laugh at the sight of Jung Sanho trembling while gripping the transparent glass door.
“What, am I going to eat you? You spent an hour grabbing that thing and it didn’t work, so you were groaning, right? I’m saying I’ll solve it for you? It’s better when someone else does it than doing it yourself!”
A rough voice somewhere between scolding and coaxing rang loudly through the bathroom. Seungyeon knocked on the glass booth and gestured for him to come out. The more he did, the more Jung Sanho gripped the handle tightly in horror. This really isn’t funny.
Seungyeon let out a sigh and swept back his hair. What kind of situation is this where I’m trying to help with such resolve and he’s running away like avoiding germs? It seemed like he wouldn’t come out even if persuaded with words…… Just in case, he checked Jung Sanho’s lower half, and though it had lost a bit of spirit, it still boasted a sturdy magnificence.
“Fine, I got it. I got it, so let’s get out of the bathroom. What’s with all this commotion at this hour?”
He raised both hands and stepped back, meaning he wouldn’t approach anymore. He shrugged his shoulders while looking at Jung Sanho who was still suspicious.
“I won’t touch someone who says no either.”
As Seungyeon’s momentum softened, Jung Sanho no longer fled desperately either. In the strange tension, Seungyeon turned his back first. While heading toward the bathroom door, he heard the sound of the shower booth quietly opening behind him.
He’s like a cat.
Is this what it feels like to coax and soothe a cat that’s completely on guard and won’t let anyone touch it? Seungyeon moved his feet slowly. He pushed the door while concentrating on the sound following him. Was it because he appealed as much as possible that he had no intention of harming him? After hesitating several more times, Jung Sanho came out of the bathroom.
Seungyeon didn’t miss that gap and quickly turned around to snatch his collar. Actually, it was closer to a tackle than snatching. Jung Sanho reflexively grabbed Seungyeon’s arm at the strong force applied to the nape of his neck. However, instead of pushing away or shaking free, he collapsed straight to the floor. Whether he hit his back directly when falling, he let out a suppressed groan.
Though he felt sorry for Jung Sanho, this was just a small sacrifice for the greater good. First solve the lower half before it rots, and think about what comes next after that.
“What kind of kid is so stubborn? Just stay still. I’m just going to take it out!”
To prevent him from running away, he climbed right on top of Jung Sanho’s body and stuck his hand into his pants. As soon as his hand entered his underwear, Jung Sanho let out a “Hngh!” groan and covered his face with his hands. Glancing at him not knowing what to do, Seungyeon slowly traced the shaft.
“Even so, if you keep holding it in like this, you’ll get sick.”
He hadn’t done anything yet, but inside the underwear was already hot. Whether because it had been erect for a long time or it was naturally this hard, the stiffly risen cock stuck wetly to his palm. Each time, Jung Sanho’s breathing kept getting rougher. Seungyeon’s feelings also became increasingly strange looking down at him panting beneath.
This makes me feel like I’m tormenting an innocent kid.
Even when he turned his head thinking it might be better to avoid his gaze, Jung Sanho kept catching in his vision. When he lowered his gaze to avoid looking at his expression, now things like the disheveled top and abs revealed above the pulled-down pants came into view.
With the thought of solving it quickly and letting him go, Seungyeon sped up a bit more. When he shook the cock rhythmically with a tap-tap sound, Jung Sanho squirmed his waist not knowing what to do. Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed to have gotten a bit bigger than before. That it can get even bigger from here, if this isn’t a weapon, what is?
The pounding heartbeat was transmitted directly to their touching hands. The more excited Jung Sanho became, the more Seungyeon’s lower stomach inevitably ached. Was it because of the close distance where even breathing sounds were transmitted? I really don’t want to, but my body won’t easily follow my mind.
The sound of flesh slapping changed at some point to wet friction sounds. He traced the shaft with a palm drenched in precum, then gently rubbed the tip of the glans. When he touched it carefully like when touching his own, a response came back immediately.
In the dark room, panting breaths and creaking sounds thickly settled. Jung Sanho trembled his thighs and swallowed his moans.
Just a bit more and it’ll be done.
The moment he thought that, a rough hand grabbed and pulled the nape of his neck. Seungyeon, who was pulled to Jung Sanho without resistance, opened his eyes wide.
“Mmph……!”
A tongue invaded, pushing through the gap between his lips. Seungyeon couldn’t even breathe properly at the thick flesh greedily exploring inside his mouth. It stirred randomly, entwined tongues, then poked and prodded the tender flesh.
“Hngh, ngh……!”
It was a rough and hasty kiss. The more he tried to escape, the more Jung Sanho pulled him with all his strength. It was vicious and persistent enough to remind one of sexual intercourse. He bit his tongue, then sucked it in, then thrust it deep into his throat, constantly pushing Seungyeon. Everything was so overwhelming he couldn’t even think of running away.
Strength kept draining from his body. Naturally, the hand holding Jung Sanho’s thing also slipped smoothly. However, as if not allowing even that, Jung Sanho immediately thrust up his hips.
Each time he bounced his hips, his cock touched Seungyeon’s lower stomach. Jung Sanho rubbed and ground his thing, leaving wet traces on Seungyeon’s clothes.
“Hngh……”
His head kept getting hotter. Jung Sanho pushed Seungyeon without giving him time to think. With stimulation applied from above and below, it was now hard to recall what was what.
Saliva he couldn’t swallow in time dripped between his lips. Even that was soon sucked into Jung Sanho’s mouth. Seungyeon panted through every moment of biting lips, entwining tongues, and obsessively interlocking as if they wouldn’t separate for even a moment. He became frightened at the black eyes staring persistently and intently. I need to run away, but contrary to the thought that he should flee, there was no way to resist.
Jung Sanho sat up and changed positions. Opposite from just before, this time Seungyeon ended up pinned beneath him. Without even time to adapt to the suddenly flipped view, he felt trembling hands excited at his waistband. Jung Sanho undid Seungyeon’s buckle and pulled down both his pants and underwear at once. A thick hand immediately overlapped the exposed cock.
Jung Sanho rubbed while holding both his own and Seungyeon’s cock together. Each time he shook his hand while panting like a beast, the erect cocks rubbed against each other with friction. His vision spun at the rough stimulation enough to make his eyes flash. Even when he tried to hold back, moans kept flowing out.
“Hngh, ah……!”
The two interlocked cocks shook up and down together with Jung Sanho’s palm. He didn’t know if it hurt, or if it felt good enough to hurt. Seungyeon just whimpered and twisted his waist. His body boiled intensely.
Following the increasingly faster hand movements, Jung Sanho’s cock squirmed hotly. He buried his head in Seungyeon’s neck and swallowed his moans through his teeth.
“Kgh……!”
“Ahng……!”
Gripping the trembling cock tightly as if convulsing, he rubbed frantically together with Seungyeon’s cock. Thanks to the terribly vivid stimulation, the two simultaneously felt climax. The endlessly pouring white fluid ran down their cocks and pooled wetly on Seungyeon’s stomach.
After the tingling sensation and feeling of ejaculation passed, a sense of exhaustion rushed in. The soaked lower half further fanned the bewilderment that they had indeed done it. Seungyeon weakly closed his eyes.
