EAR Ch 29

The two days leading up to the weekend flew by. Oh Seungpyo was incredibly busy during that short time. He thought that if he’d put this much effort into studying for the finals, he might have actually won the bet. What would have happened if Seungpyo had managed to become the top student?

He’d rushed to finish cleaning the house as soon as his brother left. Seungpyo, wiping the edges of his bookshelf, suddenly froze. The doorbell rang throughout the house.

It was the main door buzzer, signaling the arrival of a guest. He quickly turned on the intercom, and a familiar face, looking more tense than usual, appeared on the screen. Seungpyo opened the door without a word.

While Jaemin came up to the apartment, Seungpyo quickly washed his hands, fixed his hair one last time, and looked around, making a final check of the house.

He’d cleaned bit by bit over the past few days so his brother wouldn’t notice, but at a glance, it didn’t look messy. He wasn’t sure how it would appear to someone who lived in a house with a housekeeper, but Seungpyo had done his best.

As he paced in front of the door, he heard the ding of the elevator arriving. It shouldn’t take long to get from the elevator to his front door, so the doorbell should ring soon, but it remained quiet.

‘Why is he stalling, when he’s already here?’

Just as Seungpyo, growing impatient, was about to open the door himself, the doorbell finally rang. Seungpyo coughed softly, then waited a moment, pretending he hadn’t been waiting at all, and opened the door.

His guest stood at the door.

“You came?”

“Yeah.”

Seungpyo swallowed unconsciously. He’d agonized over what to wear to greet Jaemin, but he hadn’t thought about what Ryu Jaemin would be wearing.

Ryu Jaemin was wearing a light mint-colored short-sleeved t-shirt and light denim pants. He’d seen him in casual clothes once when he stayed over, but they’d been dark-colored pajamas, not much different from his usual school uniform. This was different.

Mint-colored. Oh Seungpyo would never wear that color even if someone paid him to, but it looked incredibly good on Ryu Jaemin. As he stared at Jaemin, wrapped in pastel-toned clothing, the guest waiting at the door spoke first.

“Can I come in?”

Damn. He’d been standing there like an idiot and forgotten to invite him in.

The atmosphere wasn’t going according to plan from the very beginning. Seungpyo quickly pulled himself together and stepped aside.

“Come in.”

Jaemin stepped inside. As the door closed, the house felt even quieter with the two of them together, silent.

‘What should I say?’

As he led Jaemin to the living room, Seungpyo’s mind, usually indifferent to such trivial matters, was buzzing with all sorts of insignificant concerns. But once again, Jaemin spoke first, rendering his worries moot.

“Here.”

“Hmm?”

A stiff shopping bag dangled from Jaemin’s outstretched hand. Seungpyo reflexively took it.

“My mom told me to bring this. She said I shouldn’t visit a friend’s house empty-handed…”

Inside the shopping bag, a luxurious-looking metal cookie tin and a small bouquet were neatly packaged together. Remembering the elegant middle-aged woman who had greeted him in the apartment hallway, Seungpyo’s expression turned awkward.

To think she’d prepared a gift for her son visiting a ‘friend’s house’, without even knowing the real reason. Her precious son, whom she’d raised so carefully, was about to be completely corrupted today.

Well, he was already corrupted, but if it had been cyber corruption until now, today would be the culmination in reality…

“You shouldn’t have.”

Seungpyo, feeling guilty, placed the unopened shopping bag on the dining table. Jaemin, who had been casually looking around the house, stopped his gaze at the table.

“Oh, there are already flowers.”

“My brother got them as a gift.”

A lie. The flowers decorating the dining table were the ones Seungpyo had rushed to buy from a flower shop early this morning, as soon as his brother left.

The florist had asked if they were a gift and offered to wrap them beautifully with lace and ribbons, but Seungpyo had insisted they were for guests and he’d put them in a vase right away, so he’d just taken them as a bundle.

It had seemed like a good idea to buy flowers, but it had felt too awkward to put a vase in his room, so he’d put them on the dining table. He’d figured it would be strange to have flowers decorating the house where just two brothers lived, without their parents, so he’d decided to say his brother had received them as a gift.

He shouldn’t have bothered rushing to the flower shop this morning. He suddenly felt stupid.

“Then, let’s put these in your room, since they’re a gift for you.”

As if the taunt about preparing to be fucked had been a bad dream, Jaemin acted completely nonchalant, like he was just visiting a close friend’s house. He took the bouquet out of the shopping bag and asked Seungpyo, “Do you have another vase?”

Of course not. The vase on the dining table was the one he’d hastily bought from the flower shop, the sticker still attached to the bottom.

“That’s the only one.”

“Then, maybe a tall glass or something?”

Seungpyo went to the sink and filled a tall glass, the one his brother sometimes used for beer, with water. As he turned around with the glass, Jaemin, who had approached him unnoticed, was unwrapping the bouquet.

“Scissors, please.”

“Why scissors?”

“If you trim the stems, the flowers will last longer.”

Seungpyo handed him the scissors without a word, and Jaemin quietly started trimming the stems. He’d never bought flowers before, but Ryu Jaemin, perhaps because he was a rich kid, seemed to know all sorts of things. Seungpyo didn’t bother hiding his thoughts.

“How do you know that? They don’t teach you that at school.”

“My parents often put flowers in the house. I just learned.”

“What kind of flowers are these?”

“I don’t know the name. They look like some kind of rose.”

The flowers Ryu Jaemin had brought were a pale shade of vermillion, the petals layered in a delicate and extravagant bloom. He briefly thought of the image of the woman he’d glimpsed, wondering if she really had sent them.

Even though the flowers were innocent, Seungpyo decided to put them away. They were about to go to his room for a specific purpose, and he didn’t want to have flowers that reminded him of Ryu Jaemin’s mother in sight. Even though he hadn’t had much time to pay attention to details, Seungpyo had chosen flowers that suited Ryu Jaemin. White and blue mixed together, elegant and pure rather than extravagant.

“Let’s leave the flowers you brought in the living room and take the ones from the dining table to my room.”

“Why?”

Do you want to have your mom’s flowers decorating the room while we have sex? Seungpyo was about to retort, but he suddenly stopped. Jaemin blinked, as if he’d completely forgotten why they were here, his usual challenging demeanor softened. He seemed like a different person outside of school, wearing casual clothes.

Seungpyo fumbled for words, then changed his answer.

“They’re too flashy for my room.”

“Really?”

Seungpyo snatched the glass from Jaemin’s hand, replacing it with the vase he’d prepared earlier, and finally, standing in front of his room, called out to his guest, “Come here.”

At that moment, Seungpyo had to revise his earlier thoughts. Because Jaemin’s face, which had been acting nonchalant as if he’d forgotten their arrangement, suddenly stiffened. He clearly saw Jaemin’s usually calm eyes flicker slightly. He hadn’t been mistaken about the tension he’d glimpsed on the intercom screen.

He’d almost forgotten how good of an actor Ryu Jaemin was. He still had a long way to go, believing everything Jaemin showed him even after being so thoroughly deceived.

Seungpyo regained his composure and smiled disarmingly, “What are you doing? Are you going to stay in the living room all day?”

He opened the door without waiting for Jaemin to approach. He stepped inside, and Jaemin followed close behind.

Jaemin had been careful not to look around too much in the living room, but once inside Seungpyo’s room, his eyes darted around. But as far as Seungpyo could tell, there wasn’t much to see in his room. An ordinary student’s room in an ordinary apartment, with an ordinary window, an ordinary bed, an ordinary desk, and an ordinary bookshelf. Even though they weren’t there to evaluate his house, Seungpyo felt inexplicably self-conscious.

“It’s a bit small compared to your house, right?”

“It’s cleaner than I thought.”

“Just how dirty did you think I lived?”

“You use this kind of thing?”

Jaemin asked, looking surprised as he looked down at the bedside table. The scented candle Seungpyo had bought from the department store yesterday was placed there.

He’d chosen the scent that seemed to suit Ryu Jaemin the most among the ones the salesperson recommended. Seungpyo, who only knew birthday cake candles and memorial candles, had been surprised by the hefty price tag.

“Yeah, so… It’s supposed to help with insomnia, because of the scent.”

The origins and purposes of the items he’d painstakingly prepared over the past few days were all being twisted. Jaemin looked even more surprised.

“You have insomnia? That’s so unlike you…”

“Does insomnia only happen to certain types of people?”

“Oh, manga!”

Ryu Jaemin, as if he’d discovered something interesting in the otherwise ordinary room, walked over to the bookshelf.

Seungpyo had been to Jaemin’s room, but it was literally a study, devoid of anything entertaining. For a model student like him, the mere presence of manga on an ordinary high school student’s bookshelf must be surprising enough to make his eyes widen.

Seungpyo placed the vase next to the scented candle, plopped down on the bed, and replied, “My brother used to collect them, but he doesn’t read them anymore, so I brought them to my room.”

“Your brother likes manga?”

“Not a lot, just a few.”

“I heard you fight with your brother all the time, but you seem close.”

Seungpyo rested his chin on his hand, hummed briefly, and nodded.

“I guess having a brother does have an influence. That manga was more popular with older guys than my friends, but I read it with my brother when I was younger, so I still like it. You have an older sister, so it’s similar, right? Or is it different with a sister?”

“I never had particularly similar hobbies with my sister… Can I take a look at these?”

Oops, he almost got caught up in a casual conversation. Ignoring Jaemin’s excited voice, Seungpyo scoffed coldly.

“Do you have time to read manga right now?”

His tone was heavily laced with sarcasm. If this were the usual proud Ryu Jaemin, he would have returned a frosty glare, but Ryu Jaemin, with a guilty conscience, just stood silently facing the bookshelf, like a child being punished.

Seungpyo slowly approached Jaemin from behind. His straight nape, shell-like ears, and the sharp line of his jaw, slightly visible between them, were still as a rock.

Either he was nervous, or he was pretending to be nervous, waiting for Oh Seungpyo’s reaction. Seungpyo lowered his head slightly, bringing his nose close to the back of Jaemin’s neck.

The tip of his nose hovered just above the pale nape. The pleasant scent he always carried hadn’t changed, even though he wasn’t wearing his school uniform. Perhaps because of the color of his clothes, he looked like a living ice cream. Like a popsicle.

Noticing Jaemin’s shoulders twitch slightly, as if ticklish from his breath, Seungpyo slowly spoke, “Did you forget why you came to my house?”

“…I didn’t forget.”

“Who told you to bring a gift?”

“My mom just packed it for me.”

“You should have refused. How can you bring a gift from your mom when you’re coming over to get fucked? Shameless.”

His words were scolding, but his tone was gentle, playful yet firm. Seungpyo leaned in closer as Jaemin remained silent.

“I told you to prepare to get fucked. Are you ready?”

“Uh…”

Seungpyo didn’t hesitate any longer. He pressed his lips against the exposed nape, and Jaemin’s body flinched. He heard Jaemin inhale sharply.

Long, firm arms wrapped around Jaemin from behind. Seungpyo paused for a moment, then slowly started tracing the outline of Jaemin’s body through his t-shirt.

His fingertips were already burning, even though he hadn’t even taken off a single piece of clothing yet. But touching each other over their clothes was something they always did at school, and it would be embarrassing to fumble around like it was their first time.

Suppressing his eagerness, Seungpyo whispered in Jaemin’s ear, hiding his impatience as much as possible, “How exactly did you prepare?”

“Hmm…”

Instead of an answer, only a slight tremble in Jaemin’s waist and a muffled moan reached him through his arms. Seungpyo unconsciously held his breath. Touching each other, hearing his voice…these were things they always did at school. But today, Ryu Jaemin’s faint moan was unusually clear, piercing his ears and spreading sweetness through his body.

It was strange and funny. Usually, school would be the more exciting and thrilling place for such activities, but for Seungpyo, his room, where he spent every day, felt much more dangerous than school.

Ryu Jaemin was here, in his room, the one and only place in the world where he could be completely alone after a long, tiring day as a student preparing for college entrance exams. And he was here for one reason…

“Answer me, quickly.”

Despite his resolve not to rush, Seungpyo’s voice was laced with excitement. His large hands rumpled the mint-colored t-shirt, exploring Jaemin’s body.

“Nothing… much,” Jaemin finally said. Even Seungpyo, who had only asked to tease him, was curious about the answer and listened intently. Jaemin’s voice was mixed with a sigh.

“I showered and came right over.”

…So what? It was something he would usually scoff at.

He’d often heard it from his friends, usually when they were late for an appointment and arrived with wet hair, offering it as a sign of effort. Ryu Jaemin continued hesitantly, “I didn’t know what else to do…”

The magic of language was that the same words could feel completely different depending on the context. Everyone showered before going out. He himself had showered before Ryu Jaemin arrived, yet his words felt incredibly suggestive.

Seungpyo couldn’t hold back any longer and slipped his hand inside Jaemin’s shirt. Jaemin flinched in surprise.

“Shouldn’t you shower again, especially in this weather?”

“I showered and came straight here in the car.”

“So you’re saying let’s start right away? You’re so impatient. Why didn’t you just ask me to fuck you the moment you arrived?”

“Hng…”

A soft moan escaped Jaemin’s lips as Seungpyo’s fingers brushed against his nipple, the small bud already hard and erect. Seungpyo unconsciously bit the inside of his cheek.

It felt like it hadn’t been long since he’d sucked on them until they were ripe like berries, deceived by that damn act. Seungpyo flicked Jaemin’s nipple as if to vent his anger, then stepped back.

“Then take off all your clothes, so I can check if you’re really clean.”

Jaemin finally turned around slowly, his face already flushed. He stood hesitantly in front of the bookshelf, like prey cornered in a hidden place, and asked cautiously, “What about you?”

“Why are you asking about me when I told you to undress? Just do as I say. Didn’t you say I could do whatever I want, that this was practice?”

Jaemin, caught off guard, swallowed hard, looking slightly flustered, but as if he wasn’t going to back down from his own words, he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Seungpyo’s Adam’s apple bobbed. It wasn’t like it was the first time he was seeing Ryu Jaemin naked. Perhaps because it was daytime? Even with the blinds drawn, the sunlight filtering through painted streaks of gold on his exposed skin. The underdeveloped muscles created soft shadows in the light as Jaemin continued undressing silently.

He looked like he was disrobing for a painting, not for sex. It was a moment that should have been exciting, but Seungpyo felt strangely melancholic and kept his mouth shut.

Ryu Jaemin was a contradiction. He acted like a delinquent, yet his appearance was always impeccable, as if warning others not to touch him carelessly.

Considering his antics with the internet perverts, it was just a facade, but Seungpyo wanted to stay true to the Ryu Jaemin he knew and felt. He’d genuinely wanted to cherish him like a jewel after believing they were dating.

While Seungpyo was suppressing his frustration, Jaemin was now completely naked. He hesitated for a moment before taking off his underwear, but with a resigned expression, he pulled them down and stood up straight.

“I’m done.”

“Then,” Seungpyo blurted out without thinking, “put your hands behind your back and stand at attention.”

He blinked in surprise at his own words. He’d imagined it, but he hadn’t actually planned on saying it.

Jaemin’s eyes widened in surprise, staring at Seungpyo as if asking if he was serious.

“What are you doing? Hurry up.”

“Why…”

“Don’t talk back.”

At his threat, Jaemin, who had been looking embarrassed, composed himself. As if determined to stick to his words, no matter what, he put his arms behind his back, his face calm.

He could see the muscles in Jaemin’s shoulders twitch slightly as he clasped his hands together. He was probably thinking about punching Oh Seungpyo in the face. Seungpyo wasn’t afraid; he wouldn’t just stand there and take it.

Seungpyo walked towards Jaemin, step by step. Standing face-to-face with Jaemin, who was naked, felt strange. He’d already jerked him off at his house, and while that had been exciting and boisterous like a game, today, his heart was pounding in the quiet. He was worried Ryu Jaemin might hear his heartbeat, even though he was trying to act calm.

He silently reached out and stroked Ryu Jaemin’s chin. The skin, which rarely came into contact with anything, was smooth and soft. Jaemin closed his eyes and pressed his lips together just from his fingers brushing against his skin.

Seungpyo traced his fingers down Jaemin’s neck, across his collarbone, and down his arm. Fine hairs stood up on his smooth skin.

“Hmm…”

Seungpyo knelt down, pretending to examine Jaemin’s body closely. He fixed his gaze on Jaemin’s groin, then traced his fingers from his inner thighs to his perineum. Jaemin’s hips twitched, and his penis slowly hardened.

“Why are you getting hard? I’m just checking if you’re clean.”

Seungpyo tapped Jaemin’s glans with his finger, and Jaemin’s tightly closed lips parted. He exhaled sharply, as if surprised, but no sound came out.

Seungpyo raised an eyebrow slightly. The first time had been at the amusement park, the second time at Ryu Jaemin’s house. Both times, they’d had to be mindful of others. But now, they were alone. There was nothing to hold back for.

“Ryu Jaemin, open your eyes.”

At his commanding words, Jaemin slowly opened his eyes. His face was already flushed, as if embarrassed by being examined. Seungpyo met his questioning gaze with a sharp look.

“How am I supposed to know if you’re closing your eyes because you’re embarrassed or disgusted? Keep them open.”

“…Can’t you even close your eyes without my permission?”

“No. You have to do exactly as I say today, from start to finish. That’s what I want to do today.”

Jaemin was speechless, silenced by the immediate, unhesitating reply. A flicker of unease appeared in his eyes, as if he hadn’t anticipated this situation despite saying Seungpyo could do as he pleased. He seemed genuinely worried about what the crazy bastard in front of him was planning to do to his body.

However, true to his rank as the top student, Jaemin quickly understood and didn’t make Seungpyo repeat the instruction a third time. Satisfied with how Jaemin lowered his gaze and waited for the next order, Seungpyo got up, feeling secretly pleased.

“You want me to suck on these, right?”

He asked as he lightly twisted Jaemin’s nipples with his fingers.

“Ah…”

“Hmm? Should I suck them?”

“Whatever you want…”

“Are we ordering from a restaurant menu? Skip the ‘whatever you want’ and tell me what you actually want.”

Jaemin briefly met Seungpyo’s gaze, then looked away again, answering in a subdued voice.

“I want you to suck them.”

Seungpyo grinned and slowly lowered his head.

“Good boy.”

Jaemin’s face flushed even redder. Seungpyo gently pressed his lips to the now-swollen nipples he’d been teasing.

They tasted sweet, as if he’d swallowed a ripe, red berry. He ran his tongue over them, and Jaemin, who had been standing with his hands clasped behind his back, immediately gasped and tilted his head back.

“Haa…”

Jaemin stumbled, losing his balance for a moment, and Seungpyo caught his waist with both hands. He rolled the nipple around in his mouth, sucking on it like candy, and then said with a playful lilt in his voice, “You’re already getting wobbly just from me sucking your nipples? I’m going to play with your cock too, so keep your legs strong and stand still.”

“Heut, ah, we could do this sitting down…”

“Hey. Do as I say.”

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Seungpyo watched Jaemin close his mouth. Left to his own devices, Jaemin would never have remained silent in this situation, but he was a guy who felt responsible for his words.

Seungpyo, equally responsible, decided to play with the other nipple as well, not wanting to leave it out. As soon as he swallowed the taut bud, Jaemin’s waist, held in his hand, twitched.

“Mmm.”

While his lips played with the nipple, Seungpyo’s hand slid down Jaemin’s stomach. It hadn’t gone far before he felt something hard against his fingertips in Jaemin’s groin. Seungpyo casually grasped it, as if picking up something that had fallen.

“Ah, huh!”

Jaemin’s body swayed again as soon as his cock was gripped. The voice he’d been holding back finally burst out. The air in the room suddenly felt several degrees hotter.

Seungpyo, unconsciously tense, bit his lip. He had boasted that he would play for half a day, but he knew better than anyone that Oh Seungpyo was sexually inexperienced when it came to using someone else as a toy.

But maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult with a whore who used to post lewd photos online every day. Someone who trembled at a mere touch…

“Ryu Jaemin.”

“Uh, hnn.”

Seungpyo slowly stroked the cock in his hand and nuzzled Jaemin’s neck, calling his name. The sounds coming from Ryu Jaemin’s mouth were a blurry mix of moans and responses.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to.”

“Okay…”

“Don’t move your hands either.”

Jaemin panted softly and nodded. He clasped his hands behind his back again, tension returning to his shoulders as before. Like a puppy whose strength gives way when its neck is held, Jaemin seemed to lose all his energy with his cock captured.

For a second, Seungpyo almost thought he looked cute. To regain control of his wavering emotions, he tightened his grip on Jaemin’s cock. The sudden increase in stimulation made Jaemin cry out.

“Ahh…”

“Hold it. Got it?”

Without waiting for Jaemin’s reply, Seungpyo began to move his hand in earnest. He vigorously stroked the now-wet cock from base to tip.

Seungpyo had only told him not to cum, but Jaemin bit his lip, holding back any other sounds. He groaned low, unable to bear it any longer, and bowed his head.

“Nn, haa… heut, ah!”

Slick, transparent pre-cum coated Seungpyo’s palm. Only Ryu Jaemin’s cock was being stimulated; Seungpyo was still fully clothed. Yet he, too, had to control his increasingly ragged breathing. As if Jaemin were stroking his own cock.

Seungpyo had memorized how Ryu Jaemin liked to be touched even before they became like this. He still remembered the sequence of the faceless masturbation video he had seen before Jaemin’s SNS account was deleted.

He wrapped his slick hand around the head of Jaemin’s cock and rubbed it in circles. Jaemin shuddered, bending forward at the waist. Seungpyo could see the inside of his thighs trembling.

“Stand up straight. It’s hard to touch you like this.”

“Huu, hh. Oh, Oh Seungpyo. Ah.”

The top student’s composed demeanor was nowhere to be seen. His pronunciation had even become slurred. Jaemin finally lifted his head, his face flushed and tearful, just like when he’d chased after Seungpyo and grabbed his clothes.

Seungpyo, momentarily dazed by the desperate expression on Jaemin’s face, didn’t answer. Jaemin hurriedly continued, “I, I think I’m going to…”

“I told you to hold it. You held it for seven minutes before.”

“It’s, it’s more…”

Seungpyo swallowed and pressed himself closer to Jaemin.

“More what?”

“I can’t hold it…. My, huh, my legs are shaking…”

“What’s the point of saying you can’t hold it when you said I could do whatever I want?”

Seungpyo grumbled, but Jaemin was clearly desperate, even his breathing ragged. Seeing how much Jaemin’s legs were shaking, all the way down to his knees, Seungpyo couldn’t just tell him to hold it.

He sighed softly and stood so close to Jaemin that their bodies were practically touching. He put an arm around Jaemin’s waist and whispered gruffly, “Lean on me.”

He knew it would be more comfortable for both of them to sit on the bed or a chair, but he couldn’t back down now. He hadn’t invited Ryu Jaemin over just to be nice to him.

This was Oh Seungpyo’s first time, but it was also punishment for Ryu Jaemin’s wrongdoing. It was difficult to say it was only punishment for Ryu Jaemin. Oh Seungpyo felt sorry for himself too, for having his once-in-a-lifetime first experience like this, which should have been filled with nothing but love and affection.

“Haa…”

Jaemin leaned his head against Seungpyo’s shoulder with a sigh. He seemed truly relieved to have something to lean on.

As their bodies touched, a wave of heat passed between them, even through their clothes. The scent that Seungpyo had assumed was just laundry detergent seemed to have permeated Jaemin’s skin. A different, subtle fragrance emanated from his heated body, making Seungpyo dizzy.

Seungpyo had only told him to lean on him, but Ryu Jaemin acted as if he’d been told he would be spared. While this made Seungpyo’s heart race, the sight of Jaemin looking so comfortable and unsuspecting also annoyed him. I’m the one who’s about to die of anxiety here.

Seungpyo continued what he was doing without a word. He pumped Jaemin’s cock quickly, the wet sounds eliciting a moan from Jaemin.

“Ah, ah, huu.”

Because Jaemin’s head was leaning against him, his moans and hot breaths were scattered across Seungpyo’s neck and shoulder. Every tremor that ran through Jaemin’s body vibrated against Seungpyo.

It was driving him crazy. Forcing Jaemin to hold back was fine, but the problem was that Oh Seungpyo was reaching his limit too. His own erection, hidden beneath his pants, was painfully hard, and he desperately wanted to tear off his clothes and reenact their previous encounter, pushing Ryu Jaemin onto the bed and pretending to have sex. But…

‘Prolong the foreplay before penetration.’

He’d read that many guys came as soon as they penetrated on their first time. It would be mortifying enough to transfer schools if he came first after making Jaemin hold back.

Not yet. He’d read in all the material Oh Seungpyo had collected over the past few days that, before penetration, the receiving partner’s body temperature should rise, and they should be begging to be entered. There was also advice that if you’re not confident about what to do after penetration, the preparation is even more important.

“Ah, hh, Oh Seungpyo…”

Jaemin called his name again, his voice full of longing. Ryu Jaemin’s offer to let him do whatever he wanted was tempting, but honestly, Seungpyo wasn’t confident about what to do after penetration. All Oh Seungpyo could imagine and act on was foreplay. Gritting his teeth, he spoke, “Do you want to cum that badly?”

“Uh, uh…”

Jaemin nodded quickly. Even while asking the question, Seungpyo’s hand didn’t stop. Overwhelmed by the constant pleasure, Jaemin moaned and stood on his tiptoes every time his body tensed.

“Then choose. Cum and get punished, or hold it.”

“Cum, cum. Ah! Cum and get punished.”

Contrary to Seungpyo’s expectations, Jaemin chose the former without hesitation. He must have truly been at his limit. The pre-cum had been getting cloudy for a while now, as if mixed with semen.

Seungpyo adjusted his grip on Jaemin’s cock. This time, he stroked it hard and whispered in Jaemin’s ear, “Alright. Cum.”

“Heut! Hh, uhh!”

Jaemin pressed himself closer and shuddered. Almost as soon as Seungpyo finished speaking, his hand became wet and hot, semen dripping down his hand and onto the floor.

Seungpyo didn’t move his hand, continuing to hold Jaemin’s slick cock until he’d finished cumming. Only then did he let go.

“Haa…”

It was Seungpyo, not Jaemin, who let out a shaky breath. He suspected his own underwear was probably a little wet. Grinding his teeth, Seungpyo tightened his arms around Jaemin’s waist as he buried his face in Seungpyo’s shoulder, panting.

Although Jaemin hadn’t managed to hold back, there was something Seungpyo could praise him for. He hadn’t unclasped his hands behind his back. Seungpyo chuckled and patted Jaemin’s waist. “You kept your hands behind your back the whole time.”

Jaemin, catching his breath, was silent for a moment before answering, “I promised to do whatever you said today…”

“But you couldn’t hold back from cumming.”

“I got your permission.”

On the condition that I get punished. Jaemin’s eyes seemed to say. Seungpyo grinned, wiped his hand with a tissue, and then formed a circle with his thumb and middle finger, just like before. “Since you agreed to be punished, you have to be punished.”

“…How…?”

“Let’s do a few flicks. I let you off the hook last time, remember? I can’t keep letting you get away with it.”

Suddenly? Jaemin’s eyes widened in surprise. Seungpyo added, “Not on your forehead, on your cock.”

“Huh?”

Jaemin’s expression became even more bewildered. But long explanations weren’t necessary for this simple game. Seungpyo lightly flicked Jaemin’s still-semi-erect cock. Twack! It was light enough not to hurt, but Jaemin gasped in surprise.

“Huh…”

“Right here. Ten times, like when we made that bet.”

A look of fear flickered across Jaemin’s bewildered face. It was understandable. Even on his now-deleted SNS account, filled with all sorts of nonsense, there hadn’t been anything about wanting to flick someone’s cock.

Seungpyo felt a surge of pride at finally coming up with a creative, perverted act that wasn’t copied from anyone else. Emboldened, he flicked Jaemin’s cock again. Tack! A little harder this time.

“Ah!”

“Does it hurt?”

“Haa, ahh.”

Jaemin’s body trembled again, as if he’d just come. This time, Seungpyo’s eyes widened slightly. Jaemin’s cock, which had just subsided, was hardening again.

Seungpyo chuckled. Was that dream a premonition? It had been so vivid that he still remembered parts of it. He’d said something similar in the dream.

“Hey, Ryu Jaemin. Do you like this? Why is it getting hard again?”

The moment the dream became reality was thrilling. At the time, he had chided himself for having such a childish dream, but now, knowing better, he didn’t think it was childish at all.

Seungpyo flicked the round, firm glans twice in a row. Twack, twack!

“Ahh! Ah! Haa…”

Leaning against Seungpyo, Jaemin’s body kept slumping as if it would collapse at any moment. Seungpyo clicked his tongue and held Jaemin’s waist more firmly.

“Does it hurt?”

“A, a little…”

“Not a lot?”

Jaemin seemed to consider the question for a moment before nodding. Not a lot, just a little – it seemed bearable enough. The answer was both honest and amusing, and Seungpyo found his reaction increasingly entertaining.

“Then do you want to sit down while I do it?”

“Yeah.”

Jaemin answered immediately, as if it were welcome news. Despite getting his cock flicked, he brightened at the suggestion of sitting down.

Is this guy funnier than I thought? Seungpyo held back a laugh, pulled Jaemin’s wrist, and sat down on the bed first.

“Here, sit.”

He patted the space between his thighs, and Jaemin’s face stiffened again. He’d clearly expected to sit normally on a chair or the bed, and his previously brightened expression darkened.

“If you don’t want to, you can stand.”

At Seungpyo’s words, Jaemin let out a sigh of resignation. He turned and slowly lowered himself onto Seungpyo’s lap, and Seungpyo, smiling, hugged him from behind.

He was still annoyed that Jaemin had deceived him, pretending to like him and date him for days before dumping him, but he had to admit that the sight of Jaemin coming to his house and enduring this humiliation to make amends was a little endearing. Especially knowing how proud Ryu Jaemin usually was.

If even this was an act, Seungpyo had nothing to say, but if Jaemin could act this well, he’d almost want to applaud him.

“Spread your legs.”

At the blunt order, Jaemin hesitantly spread his legs. Before he could properly position himself, Seungpyo reached between his legs and flicked his cock. Tack! He put some force behind it this time.

“Uh, heut!”

The body pressed against his back twitched slightly. Jaemin’s spread legs instinctively closed. Tsk, tsk, Seungpyo pretended to scold him sternly, “You have to keep your legs spread.”

Jaemin’s breath hitched. He fidgeted, pressing his thighs together as if he needed to pee, and then, with a soft gasp, slowly spread his knees again.

Twack, twack, twack. This time, Seungpyo didn’t give Jaemin time to feign pain, flicking his cock three times in a row. Ah, ah, ah! Ryu Jaemin let out small cries with each flick, and then, as if he’d been counting, leaned against Seungpyo, his body going limp after the tenth one.

The cock that had just been subjected to the flicking was far from going limp; it was erect again, leaking clear fluid just like before he came. Seungpyo chuckled and nuzzled Jaemin’s neck.

“Did you get turned on while I flicked your cock? Didn’t it hurt?”

“If you’re curious, try it yourself.”

There was a slight edge to Jaemin’s usually docile tone, suggesting that it had hurt. Seungpyo chuckled and shook his head. “Why would I? I didn’t do anything wrong. And I’ll let you off the hook since you endured it all.”

At Seungpyo’s cheerful words, Jaemin was silent for a moment before turning his head slightly. “So… are you not mad anymore?”

“Hmm?”

“Now that I’ve taken my punishment, are you not mad anymore?”

Seungpyo straightened up with a scoff. “No? That was for cumming when I told you not to. It has nothing to do with you screwing me over. Did you think you could pay for toying with my feelings with a few flicks to your cock?”

“…”

“This wasn’t even a punishment. You were leaking while I was flicking you. My finger did you a favor.”

“Hh…!”

As Seungpyo roughly rubbed Jaemin’s wet cock, Jaemin stiffened.

Having just come and then been flicked ten times, Jaemin’s cock was shiny, red, and almost inviting. Seungpyo was past the point of being satisfied with just watching Ryu Jaemin’s reactions. His lower body was making increasingly direct and clear demands.

“We’ll see if I’m not mad anymore after we’re done.”

Seungpyo pulled Jaemin onto the bed, laying him down on the freshly laundered sheets.

The pristine, naked body that could have been a painting, fresh from a shower and immediately brought over, was now quite messy. His groin, in particular, was sticky with dried, cloudy semen, and the skin around his cock and balls was flushed. His usually neat hair was tousled. He’d also worked up a sweat while standing and enduring the flicking.

Blood had rushed to his face, his neck and cheeks flushed. His exhausted face held none of his usual arrogance or prickliness. Stripped bare and thoroughly tormented, Ryu Jaemin was no longer a crisp candy bar, but a melted, deformed ice cream.

Even better. Seungpyo had always preferred soft-serve to hard, frozen ice cream.

Seungpyo started to undress. He’d been wearing a comfortable T-shirt and sweatpants, carefully chosen after much deliberation. Now that he was taking them off, he regretted bothering. Taking off his new underwear was the most anticlimactic part.

“Ha…”

He sighed involuntarily, his heart pounding with anticipation. Ryu Jaemin swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Seungpyo’s fully erect cock. It was thick and hard, almost crude.

Seungpyo silently opened the nightstand drawer and took out a box of condoms. Jaemin’s eyes widened again.

“…Are those condoms?”

“Yeah.”

“You bought them?”

“Did you think I found them on the street?”

He had originally planned to darken the room and light scented candles, but he decided against it. It felt awkward to set the mood now, and he liked being able to see Ryu Jaemin’s face clearly in the soft daylight.

While Seungpyo peeled open the square foil wrapper and took out the slippery rubber sheath, Ryu Jaemin stared blankly at his fingertips. Seungpyo chuckled and asked.