“Is it good?”
Kang-woo, sitting behind Hee-woon with his legs wrapped around him, hugged him from the back.
He rubbed against Hee-woon’s erection and whispered in his ear.
“Huhh… ng….”
Hee-woon let out a moan, tilting his chin back.
As his soft hair touched under Kang-woo’s jaw, Kang-woo very naturally kissed the top of his head.
“Hmm?”
“Tell me.”
“I asked if it’s good.”
Kang-woo urged him, scraping the sensitive tip of his glans with his fingernail.
Hee-woon trembled as if struck by lightning.
Yet, Kang-woo’s hand didn’t stop.
“Hhaa!”
“Kang-woo… stop, nng, stop…!”
Kang-woo, who had raised his knee, looked down at Hee-woon from behind as he twisted his body.
His toes, pushing against the bedsheet in desperation, had turned pink.
Staring at the twitching toes, Kang-woo slowly licked up the side of Hee-woon’s ear.
Hee-woon’s hair, shaking from his struggles, tickled Kang-woo’s chin.
The scent of the same shampoo Kang-woo used drifted into the air.
The sweet scent of the shampoo Hee-woon usually used wasn’t bad either.
But Kang-woo preferred this scent right now.
To be more precise, he liked the refreshing scent that clung to Hee-woon when he came over smelling of cheap fragrance, had rough s*x, and then washed up in Kang-woo’s bathroom.
Whenever the bathroom door opened, Hee-woon’s hair was always wet amidst the familiar scent and steam.
He never dried it properly, as if he was in a hurry.
Watching water droplets fall from his hair and his lips move would make Kang-woo’s lower abdomen feel tight again.
Today was the same.
Unable to ask if he could leave and seeing Woo Hee-woon trailing off his words with a pointless ‘Kang-woo…,’ a sudden burst of mischief made Kang-woo grab his arm and pull him back.
Kang-woo stroked the smooth shaft forcefully, squeezing it.
Below the bed, Hee-woon’s clothes and underwear, which had gotten wet because he put them on without properly drying himself, were scattered.
“I’m trying to help since you couldn’t finish earlier.”
As Kang-woo whispered, pretending to be affectionate, Hee-woon shook his head.
“Hahht… N-no….”
“No?”
“Alright.”
Kang-woo raised one eyebrow and removed his hand from the erection dripping with pre-cum.
Hee-woon let out a rough exhale.
Kang-woo calmly stroked his chest, which was rapidly rising and falling.
The hand that had been lightly patting the center of his chest naturally moved to the side.
Seo Kang-woo pressed his cheek against Hee-woon’s, fondling the small nipple as if it were his own.
He flicked the nipple with his finger, examining it intently before speaking.
“It looks a bit swollen.”
A light laugh was heard, as if he liked that.
Hee-woon stared down at his own erect member.
His nose stung.
Biting the inside of his cheek hard, he forced a calm voice.
“Let go.”
“Why?”
“So you can go to the bathroom and finish yourself off?”
His whisper held a hint of laughter.
Kang-woo, with a raised corner of his mouth, bit Hee-woon’s earlobe and said.
“Hmm?”
“Are you going to do it, like this?”
A large hand lightly stroked Hee-woon’s erection.
“Nnght… Don’t….”
“Hands.”
“Keep them still.”
Kang-woo’s voice was full of amusement.
Hee-woon, groaning as he tried to push away Kang-woo’s hand that was just holding the shaft, was on the verge of going crazy with frustration.
Seo Kang-woo gripped Hee-woon’s wrists, pulled them to his chest, and held them there.
With his other hand, he shook the erection rapidly.
The pleasure of having someone else’s hand on his member was greater than he’d imagined.
Though he wanted to push it away, his hips moved on their own.
A little more.
Just a little more.
Hee-woon squeezed his eyes shut.
His slim waist and pelvis moved back and forth as if he were having intercourse.
Kang-woo’s gaze, which had been chewing on Hee-woon’s earlobe, landed there.
His brow gradually furrowed.
“Aak-!”
Hee-woon screamed.
It was because Kang-woo had suddenly squeezed his erection violently.
“Hyung.”
The tears that had been welling up finally fell, plop, onto Kang-woo’s thigh.
Kang-woo pushed his head beside Hee-woon’s and asked.
“Have you tried using this?”
“Hhuh… what?”
Hee-woon turned his head and looked at Kang-woo dazedly.
“I’m asking if you’ve tried getting fucked.”
Kang-woo tapped the erection, which had subsided halfway from the pain, disinterestedly.
As Hee-woon opened his mouth to speak, Kang-woo furrowed his brow and cut him off.
“Never mind.”
“That’s not important.”
“But it’d be better if you don’t do that from now on.”
“…….”
“I imagined it for a second just now and it made me feel bad.”
Hee-woon’s lips twitched.
Until when?
That question was caught at the tip of his tongue.
“It’s shriveled up.”
Kang-woo, leaning his head forward, mumbled while fiddling with Hee-woon’s erection.
He glanced briefly at Hee-woon’s face.
Hmm.
Kang-woo let out a sound from his throat, then grabbed Hee-woon’s waist and laid him down on his side.
Hee-woon just sat there, not even thinking to cover his naked lower half.
Kang-woo lifted Hee-woon’s head.
A face that looked like it was about to cry.
Kang-woo mumbled, his hand gently rubbing under Hee-woon’s eye.
He stared intently for a moment, then gave a slight smile.
“Are you going to cry again because I squeezed it hard?”
His voice, mixed with playfulness, was exceedingly gentle.
“…I won’t cry.”
Kang-woo laughed and stroked Hee-woon’s head.
He reached his hand back between Hee-woon’s legs.
“Don’t be too sad.”
“I’ll take good care of this for you.”
Hee-woon reflexively slapped Kang-woo’s hand away.
A thwack sound rang out.
Kang-woo looked down at his hand, suspended in the air, and let out a hollow laugh.
“Is this guy crazy….”
The low mutter sent a shiver down his spine.
Hee-woon’s complexion instantly paled.
What did I just do?
He knew full well that Seo Kang-woo could change in an instant, even when he was acting affectionate.
It felt like Kang-woo was scanning him, deciding where to hit.
So he hastily opened his mouth.
“You, you.”
“What.”
“You kept teasing me….”
“You wouldn’t let me finish….”
Hee-woon’s voice trembled with resentment and fear.
Seo Kang-woo was always playing with his member.
Without any regard for how he felt.
“…….”
“Squeezing it hard….”
Hee-woon trailed off, lowering his eyes; the tip of his nose was red.
Kang-woo’s gaze lingered there.
Checking Kang-woo’s silent mood, Hee-woon pulled the blanket over to cover himself.
“Why are you covering up?”
Kang-woo tilted his head and asked.
“So it might hurt less if you hit me.”
“…….”
Kang-woo, who had been staring intently at Hee-woon, gestured.
Hee-woon clenched his teeth and moved a little closer to Kang-woo, who was sitting in the middle of the bed.
He was still clutching the blanket tightly.
“Closer.”
His knee touched Kang-woo’s thigh.
Where would he get hit?
Hee-woon just stared fixedly at Kang-woo’s hand.
But the place where he felt pain was entirely different.
“Ow.”
Kang-woo had bitten the tip of his nose.
Kang-woo, who had wrapped his arms around Hee-woon’s back as he reflexively leaned away, kissed his now redder nose.
A light peck sound was heard.
“See.”
“You did want to cry because I squeezed it hard.”
His low voice held a laugh.
Hee-woon looked up at Kang-woo dumbfounded.
The eyes that met his also rippled softly.
“I decided to go easy on you and spoil you a bit.”
“Okay.”
As Hee-woon quickly answered, Kang-woo laughed out loud.
His hand, not wrapped around his shoulder, moved busily.
Pinching his cheek, stroking it, messing up his hair.
Your nose is completely red, Hyung.
It’s like you drank.
Kang-woo whispered while fiddling with Hee-woon.
Hee-woon, who had been tense, finally relaxed with relief.
And he clung tightly to Kang-woo.
He thought if he clung like this, he probably couldn’t hit him.
The hand stroking Hee-woon’s cheek paused.
Kang-woo’s gaze fell on the soft cheek squished against his chest and the white hand clutching his clothes across Hee-woon’s waist.
Kang-woo leaning against the bed headboard and Hee-woon nestled in his embrace.
The two looked like a couple enjoying a weekend night.
After a long while like that, Kang-woo quietly asked.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
They had just finished the Saturday evening tutoring session and come to Kang-woo’s place.
They had s*x as soon as they arrived, washed up, and now Hee-woon was in the middle of being tormented by Seo Kang-woo’s teasing again.
Hee-woon shook his head.
The hair rubbed against his chest was tangled.
Kang-woo gently untangled the knotted part with his fingers and said.
“Stay over and sleep.”
He didn’t want to.
But Hee-woon answered with a small, “Okay.”
Because he knew if he said he didn’t want to, that soft, languid voice would quickly turn cold.
“Sleep, have breakfast.”
“Have lunch and then go.”
“If you’re at home, you’ll only eat ramen anyway.”
“Okay.”
“Your answers are too short.”
Kang-woo said sulkily, pulling Hee-woon’s hair without hurting him.
Still, Hee-woon made a sound, “Ow.”
“Such a baby.”
Seo Kang-woo clicked his tongue and stroked his head.
Surprisingly, it seemed acting spoiled worked.
“Starting next week, we might be able to go out farther to eat.”
“Why?”
Hee-woon lifted his head slightly and looked at Kang-woo.
Meeting his light-colored eyes, Kang-woo kissed his eyelid.
“Because you’re not working now, Hyung.”
“Ah, yeah.”
Hee-woon blinked a few times, pretending his lips being pressed and his eyes were uncomfortable.
“But isn’t it about time they started dropping out one by one now?”
“It’s because I suddenly said I was quitting, and they asked me to do makeup classes….”
He mumbled, hiding his face in Kang-woo’s chest.
“Why did you agree to that?”
Fortunately, Seo Kang-woo seemed to believe it.
What am I going to do, really?
Hee-woon bit his lip.
His heart was pounding violently.