Thanks to the adorable sound that didn’t match his build, Kyungwoo had room to pretend to be relaxed.
“You don’t need to be so nervous. As long as you don’t do anything trashy, I’ll be generous.”
“I’m worried you might do something trashy.”
“Like what?”
“Like entering before your body is properly opened.”
It was amazing how something could be brazenly explicit without a single dirty word. His neck felt chilled while his lower abdomen ached. It was unmistakable sexual arousal. He was somewhat shocked to have his sexual senses stimulated by such vulgar and somewhat violent words. Wasn’t coercive violence supposed to be a trigger for his trauma? Or was it precisely because it was a trigger that it stimulated his anxiety and aroused him even more? Not knowing the exact mechanism made him tremble even more. Should he ask Joan about this too?
“Don’t think about other things and focus on me. I really can’t hold back anymore, so I won’t drag this out any longer.”
Having delivered his final verdict, Jaeha earnestly pounced. Due to the hands running all over his body, the heavy weight, and the lump of desire pressing painfully somewhere on his thigh, Kyungwoo’s miscellaneous thoughts evaporated all at once.
A moment later.
Jaeha became completely intoxicated by his partner who followed along beneath him, seeming slightly overwhelmed.
Skin that was smooth yet clung. The writhing of firm muscles beneath it. Groans that were chillingly low. A partner who approached shyly yet sometimes boldly.
Most of all, eyes soaked in confusion and desire gripped Jaeha’s heart. He furrowed his neat forehead while with one hand pulling Jaeha’s nape closer and with the other pushing away Jaeha’s shoulder as he drew even nearer.
“This… so… ah… hah!”
“Not yet… still… more. Huu.”
The long legs wrapped around his waist twitched.
Even with overflowing enthusiasm, this was Jaeha’s first time with a man, and his partner was also a beginner. The foreplay passed smoothly enough. Even so, he had no intention of going all the way from start to finish. In truth, he wanted to plunge in right away. Even if resisted and refused, he wanted to pin him down and enter him. But if he did that, there was no telling what that crazy bastard Jung Kyungwoo would do next. Just imagining it was dizzying. It wouldn’t end with getting hit in the back of the head with a steel pipe—wouldn’t he be castrated while unconscious? He wanted Kyungwoo to desire the deepest and most intimate union on his own.
Even though the relationship started by chance, Jaeha, who had no intention of ending it easily, forcibly suppressed his runaway desire.
“Huu… ngh.”
Just pressing their bodies together and desperately rubbing their desires against each other made Kyungwoo show a dizzying expression that startled Jaeha. His heart ached as much as his hardened lower abdomen.
“Jung Kyungwoo… do you… like this?”
“Shut… khk… not there.”
Kyungwoo, whose chest protrusions were particularly sensitive, finely shuddered and gripped the back of Jaeha’s head with his hand whenever Jaeha sucked on them. Long fingers that seeped like a snake into the thick hair twitched every time Jaeha caressed the sensitive areas.
Every time the movements subtly changed, Jung Kyungwoo clearly showed what he disliked and liked. Using that as a map, Jaeha devoted himself to the new discovery that was Jung Kyungwoo.
A cologne scent that was soft yet refreshing. The elegantly flowing lines of a body as if sharply carved. Delicate flesh that rose pointedly over cool-colored skin.
Everything Jung Kyungwoo showed burned Jaeha up.
‘This is much better than I thought. That makes it more dangerous.’
Warning sounds kept ringing in his head. But Jaeha couldn’t stop. He wanted to go all the way right now. Just that thought made his already hardened desire ready to explode at any moment. He wished this dizzying ecstasy would continue forever.
After the long act ended.
Kyungwoo opened his eyes to a strangely empty feeling. When he fumbled to the side, the man who had been erupting like an active volcano was nowhere to be seen.
“Seo Jaeha?”
His voice calling him was lower and rougher than usual. His vocal cords and larynx seemed swollen and dry from having his peripheral nerves and sexual senses constantly stimulated without rest.
‘I don’t think I overdid it that much.’
Kyungwoo slowly sat up. His whole body felt languid except for his hip joints creaking slightly and his neck and shoulders feeling somewhat stiff.
‘Is this what sex feels like?’
Mixed with fatigue was slight emptiness, and a tiny bit of shyness and proud satisfaction—it was confusing. To sum it up, it wasn’t bad. Enough that if this situation came up again next time, he’d readily agree to it.
‘Do other people feel like this too?’
He leaned his lower back, which had dulled sensations, against the thick pillow and vaguely stared at the ceiling. The theater in his mind automatically dredged up the situation from a moment ago.
While studying among American college students whose every nerve was focused on their crotches, he naturally encountered dirty jokes and commercial adult videos. It was completely different from what he’d glimpsed through those and vaguely imagined.
‘I thought it would be rough.’
From his actions and manner of speaking, it seemed like there’d be bloodshed at least a few times, but Seo Jaeha actually approached very leisurely and gently. He checked Kyungwoo’s reactions one by one to confirm if he was okay. Sometimes he was annoyingly dismissive, but. Generally speaking, he was on the gentle side.
‘Does he do this with other people too? Or is it because it’s his first time with a man?’
It was probably complex. And they didn’t go all the way. No matter if it was the first time, it would be absurd for an adult man not to know what the core of sex was. Kyungwoo pressed his forehead with fingertips that hadn’t yet calmed down.
Seo Jaeha hadn’t even touched that area yet. In reality, he had persistently pursued only the maximum pleasure an average male could feel. Of course, by common sense standards it was still sex.
Click.
A door opened in the distance. The sound of a hair dryer running followed for several minutes before turning off. Thud thud. He was clearly moving quietly, yet his presence could be felt.
‘He hasn’t left yet?’
Seo Jaeha, with still-damp hair, entered the bedroom. With a long bath towel covering below his waist, he casually walked around the bed and bent his upper body. Then he rummaged through the scattered clothes looking for his boxers.
“What are you staring at?”
He must have been openly watching Seo Jaeha, whom he thought had left, come in half-naked. As Jaeha put on his boxers and removed the bath towel from his waist, tossing it on the floor while simultaneously meeting his gaze, Kyungwoo turned his head the other way.
“Am I that hot?”
“You’re insane.”
The creepy bullshit made him automatically irritated. In truth, the man he’d rolled around with did look alluring and fresh. Perhaps because he knew how the firm, still-damp muscles felt to the touch, he was visually stimulated. Actually, Kyungwoo did feel desire. Though it was negligible enough to ignore.
“Hurry up and wash. So we can leave.”
At the sudden words, Kyungwoo glanced at him sideways. Finding his pants and shirt and putting them on while buttoning his cuffs, he answered with a satisfied look.
“I’m hungry after exercising. Let’s go eat.”
“Order room service.”
“You want to make it obvious to the staff what we did together? I don’t mind though. Didn’t you say this was a room rented under the company name?”
He had a point. But there were countless ways to avoid making it obvious.
“Tell them to leave it outside.”
“Why bother? Room service doesn’t even taste good. Let’s go out. I’ll pay.”
Seo Jaeha was obviously in a good mood. Was it really something to be so happy about? Of course, Kyungwoo thought it was fine too. It seemed unnecessary to ruin the good atmosphere.
As soon as he got off the bed, Kyungwoo almost collapsed for a moment. He hadn’t realized his joints had loosened so much in such a short time. With a feeling of his insides dropping, he firmly gripped the edge of the mattress with his hand.
“What? Can’t walk? Need help getting to the bathroom?”
“Shut up. I just misstepped.”
“You know why you misstepped though.”
A cheerful voice flew from behind. Kyungwoo didn’t want to show his flushed face, so he pulled the sheet to cover below his waist, then deliberately strode toward the bathroom.
“We didn’t even go all the way. Your reaction is refreshing, Jung Kyungwoo.”
“Shut up!”
He alternated hot and cold showers to wash away the lingering sensations on his body. Looking at his body through the full-length mirror next to the bathtub, he saw redness around his neck, chest, and near his iliac bones on his waist. They were faint bruises and slightly scraped bite marks.
“You used your teeth like a beast.”
He had felt a fresh fear from the hot breath and smooth tongue touching sensitive areas. Was that what’s called sexual pleasure? Or was it trauma he still hadn’t overcome?
It was troublesome not having anyone to ask. If he were still a college student, he would have brazenly consulted someone.
Joan was too close to talk to about it, and if he went to counseling in Korea, there was no guarantee it wouldn’t reach his father’s ears. As expected, there was only one method.
‘If more time passes, it’ll become clearer.’
He was planning to continue being entangled with Seo Jaeha for the time being anyway. There was a high possibility he’d get some kind of answer in the meantime.
After washing up and coming out, Seo Jaeha wasn’t in the bedroom. While feeling relieved, he was also strangely bitter. It was similar to the feeling he’d had earlier when he woke up on the bed and thought Seo Jaeha had left. It was an unpleasant and difficult emotion.
After properly dressing and fixing his hair, he came out to find Seo Jaeha standing near the bar in perfect attire, staring intently at a whiskey bottle. He looked like he wanted to drink but was holding back.
Shortly after, sensing Kyungwoo’s presence, he brightened.
“I thought you were taking a long time, and you took long enough for a reason.”
It hadn’t taken that long, and the follow-up comment about taking long enough for a reason had an unpleasant nuance.
“What are you trying to say?”
“That you’re pretty.”
His face automatically contorted. That crazy bastard was a national representative at shattering good moods.
“Don’t think you can treat me like that just because you claimed the position. How insolent.”
“Why are you getting so serious?”
Kyungwoo ignored Seo Jaeha, who seemed genuinely surprised, and headed for the entrance. Seo Jaeha followed behind, continuing to talk.
“Does being called pretty bother you? Why?”
“What man would be happy to be called pretty?”
Kyungwoo, who pressed the elevator button, revealed his displeasure without filtering. Seo Jaeha deliberately stood right behind Kyungwoo. It was close enough that their bodies would overlap with the slightest movement.
“These days, ‘pretty’ is used a lot between men too. Only old ajusshis are sensitive to such words.”
“Do you think I’d believe that bullshit?”
“It’s true.”
Ding.
The elevator stopped. As soon as Kyungwoo got on, he pressed basement level 1 where his car was. But Seo Jaeha canceled it and pressed basement level 3 again.
“I said I’d pay. Let’s take my car.”
Just as he was about to indicate he had no intention of eating together at all, Seo Jaeha made the first move.
“I think I’d be happy to be called pretty by you.”
“You’re just making things up.”
“It’s true.”
Jaeha, who had been staring at Kyungwoo with sincere eyes, whispered once more, ‘I’m serious,’ while at some point briefly kissing Kyungwoo’s lips.
