Small, White Butt

Sana’s wide eyes blinked, taking in Doha’s face. Doha, who was meeting his gaze, wrapped a hand around the back of Sana’s head and gently pulled him closer.

Their lips met again, and Sana squeezed his eyes shut. It should be familiar by now, but the messy, invading kiss still made him lightheaded.

“Hmph!”

A hard pillar was caught in the hand Doha was gripping and pulling. It was Doha’s, not his own. This was the first time he had gripped someone else’s. Before this, he had never even touched his own in a sexual context.

Not knowing what to do, he froze, unable to move his fingers, and Doha, having broken the kiss, whispered softly in his ear.

“Hold and rub together.”

‘Together?’ Before he could fully grasp the meaning, Doha’s hand pulled Sana’s to join his, gripping both their sexes together. Sana’s hand couldn’t even encompass both of them.

“How…? Hmph!”

He couldn’t finish his sentence as a hot, moist sensation licked from the nape of his neck up behind his ear. Faster than words, Doha’s hand covered Sana’s. With Sana’s hand covered, he slowly moved it up and down.

Thanks to this, both their sexes were being rubbed simultaneously beneath Sana’s palm.

The heat felt in his palm, and the pleasure that surged as his s*x was rubbed, were all hard for Sana to bear. Even when he touched himself yesterday, he felt dizzy, but now with his penis rubbing against Doha’s, it felt even stranger.

“Wai-wait, just a moment. I’m strange, Eung!”

He felt blood rushing downwards, then soon felt as if something was about to gush out.

As he tried to hold it back, his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He felt a moan about to escape on its own, so he raised his other hand to cover his mouth.

“It’s okay.”

Doha whispered, kissing the back of Sana’s hand that covered his mouth.

“It’s okay, just let go.”

At his voice and breath brushing against his ear, even the fine hairs on his body stood on end with a shiver. His inner thigh muscles trembled erratically, then hot fluid surged out from his front.

As if waiting, Doha tightened his grip, clenching both their sexes even harder. At the pressure, he gasped, and his vision flickered.

With one arm wrapped around Sana’s shoulder, Doha also stiffened, swallowing a grunt. The heat that had rushed downwards erupted, soaking Sana’s hand beneath his.

For several seconds, he didn’t move, only gasping for breath. Sana, who was slumped against his shoulder, also didn’t try to move.

“Hey, are you okay?”

When Doha gently pushed Sana’s body back to check his face, he limply fell over. He instinctively reached out to support his back, only then realizing that since they were on the bed, there was no danger of him getting hurt.

“Ha!”

Doha, who had properly laid Sana on the bed and checked his face, let out a sharp breath. Sana lay completely still, as if he had fainted right after climaxing.

Even when Doha lightly patted his cheek, there was no reaction at all. Just in case, he placed his hand in front of his nose and checked; he was breathing properly.

‘To faint over something like this…’

Looking down at his face, which looked paler than usual, he just let out a hollow laugh in disbelief.

Doha, standing blankly under the shower in the bathroom, was seriously contemplating what he was doing. He hadn’t been promiscuous, but still, given his age, even if he hadn’t had serious relationships, he had met or had one-night stands with a fair number of people. None of them had fainted just from having some s*x.

‘No, this wasn’t even s*x.’

It was just touching each other and ejaculating. So, it was hard to attribute it to exhaustion. If it wasn’t exhaustion, there was only one other reason: being unable to handle the pleasure.

Even he himself thought it was an absurd reason.

‘I now know for certain that he wasn’t jaded, nor had he bravely come on to me because he had experience as someone’s lover.’ He was too innocent; as they say, ignorance is bliss, and because he knew nothing, he had no reaction even to Doha’s warning that he might lay a hand on him.

Opening the door, he saw Sana lying quietly asleep on the bed. He had said his sleeping habits were gentle, and indeed, he didn’t stir at all.

He approached and sat on the bed, then brought a towel to Sana’s inner thigh.

Even though it had been soaked in lukewarm water, it seemed to have cooled on the way, as he felt a very subtle twitch when the towel touched him. However, there was no further reaction. Throughout wiping the dried semen from his thighs and abdomen, Sana didn’t move at all.

“His sleeping face is like a child’s.”

He had said he was just twenty, so it hadn’t been long since he became an adult. Was that why? He still retained a lot of his youthful innocence. It definitely wasn’t a crime… A strange sense of guilt pricked at his heart. He hadn’t forced himself on someone who refused, and he had warned him from the start. Sana was the one who persisted, and even before crossing the final line, he had told him to run if he didn’t like it.

But this clear face, these sparkling eyes that seemed untouched by the world, kept pricking his conscience. Although he wasn’t a minor, it evoked a sense of guilt as if he had laid hands on one.

‘Kim Sanha, 20 years old, this time he’s clearly identified. Nothing special at all. He’s ordinary.’

He swallowed a sigh, repeating the words of the person who had investigated him. Being clearly identified meant he was indeed twenty years old.

So, whether he was relieved that it wasn’t a crime, or if he was expecting something more, his own feelings were starting to get confused.

Whatever happens, it will flow with the situation.

He forced down the thoughts that threatened to become complicated and busily moved the hand holding the towel. He meticulously wiped Sana’s inner thighs, but because he was lying on his back, the semen that had run down his groin to his backside wasn’t wiped away.

Left with no choice, he rolled Sana over onto his stomach.

Even while he was moving him, Sana showed no reaction at all. He really did sleep easily and deeply, he thought.

He stopped, poised to wipe the back of his groin, between his buttocks, after turning him face down. His gaze naturally went to Sana’s buttocks. They were small and white, as if they could be cupped in one hand.

‘My preference is a white, round ass with no blemishes.’

‘For your information, I prefer a dainty size that can be held in one hand.’

Why did the words he had casually added when the guys in the office were chatting, looking at lewd photo links, come to mind now of all times? He felt unnecessarily awkward and quickly averted his eyes.

However, if he didn’t look, he couldn’t wipe him properly. In the end, he sighed again and only got up from the bed after thoroughly wiping away the semen that had run down to the inside of Sana’s buttocks.

He considered whether he should lay him back on his back, then just pulled the blanket over him and left the bedroom. He threw the towel into the washing machine and sat on the living room floor.

It was almost midnight, so he had to sleep, but he wasn’t confident sleeping in the same bed as Sana.

The white, blemish-free buttocks, which seemed to fit perfectly in his hand, seemed to shimmer before his eyes.

‘Did I really have an ass fetish?’

He let out a hollow laugh at the absurd thought. He hadn’t genuinely meant it when he said something about an ass. He had just gone along with the guys when they were talking about preferences.

But why did Sana’s ass keep shimmering before his eyes?

In this state, if he slept next to that guy, he wasn’t confident he wouldn’t do anything. Even though he had ejaculated once earlier, he felt heat slowly rising again, so he cleared his throat and went to get a cold canned beer from the refrigerator.

‘Had he been abstinent for too long?’ Come to think of it, he hadn’t properly met anyone in the past six months. He had to be even more careful while following Park Jaemin.

Since he had already revealed to the organization that he was gay, should he go find a one-night stand somewhere?

Then, he suddenly had an epiphany about why he was even thinking about finding a one-night stand because of Sana.

‘No, it’s because I’m afraid I might actually do something terrible to this guy.’

Even the excuse he desperately tried to make didn’t quite convince him. He had already warned him that he would lay hands on him, and Sana was the one who accepted it.

He wasn’t a minor but a full-fledged adult, so there would be no problem if he embraced him.

‘It’s consensual.’

He had clearly even obtained his consent. Yet, he couldn’t go all the way. That was…

“No matter how you look at it, it’s his first time, that guy.”

His lack of experience was so evident that he hesitated. He was afraid of causing trouble if he mishandled it.

‘If I become your lover, can I stay by your side?’

‘You said I could be your lover. I’ll do that.’

Sana’s words, and his desperate expression at the time, came to mind. ‘Lover,’ he thought. It was easy to say. But if they truly became lovers, this strange guilt that complicated his state of mind might disappear.

“It seems I’m truly caught.”

He lifted the can, drank the beer, and sighed resignedly. Indeed, on that day he met him in front of the club, he shouldn’t have offered that unnecessary kindness, saying he’d let him stay the night. By the time he came to his senses, Sana had already boldly stepped within his boundaries.

Even without an alarm, he always woke up at the same time out of habit. As the sunlight streaming through the window touched his face, Sana’s delicate eyebrows furrowed.

“Hmm…”

He stirred, letting out a groan, then his eyes flashed open.

As he blinked, looking up at the ceiling, what he had done with Doha last night passed through his mind like a panorama. He unconsciously raised his hand, opened it, and let out an ‘ugh, ugh’ strange sound.

His hand had touched Doha’s. His and Doha’s had been rubbed together in his hand…

He couldn’t bring himself to think any further than that and pulled the blanket completely over his face. He knew his face must be flushed crimson, even without looking, from the heat.

‘So, if you’re lovers, you do things like that, huh.’

He must have truly thrown himself into it without any preparation. It was something he had never imagined. As he replayed the act in his mind, his heart pounded madly. Doha’s hand, touching his body, had been hot.

When he kissed, he had pushed him so hard that his tongue felt numb, but the end was soft. And when he licked his chest…

“Ugh, what am I thinking?”

He shook his head vigorously, as if his chest ached for no reason.

But he didn’t dislike it. Being close to Doha, the heat and pleasure he gave, it was unfamiliar, but he didn’t dislike it.