EAR Ch 30

“Seeing a condom for the first time?”

“…You’re a virgin too.”

Actually, it wasn’t Seungpyo’s first time since he’d opened one as a test before Ryu Jaemin arrived. But he decided not to explain.

It was a funny world where the guy who posted all sorts of videos and photos online was now seeing a condom for the first time.

“What do you think?”

“It’s a lot smaller than I expected…”

Will your cock even fit in there? Jaemin trailed off, his expression suggesting that was exactly what he was thinking. Seungpyo slipped a condom onto his middle and ring fingers, and Jaemin’s expression turned even more quizzical.

“Oh Seungpyo, condoms don’t go on your fingers.”

He spoke as if correcting someone’s misunderstanding. Seungpyo scoffed.

“These are finger condoms.”

“Why for your fingers?”

“So you don’t get hurt.”

Jaemin seemed to tense up slightly at the mention of getting hurt. Ignoring him, Seungpyo liberally applied the lube he’d taken out along with the condoms. He continued to explain, “I’m going to put my fingers inside you now.”

“…”

“They say you can tear if I put my cock in first. As you can see, mine’s pretty big.”

Finished speaking, Seungpyo immediately moved over Jaemin, who was still lying on the bed. As if realizing that the ‘real thing’ was about to begin, Jaemin’s expressionless jaw trembled slightly.

Seungpyo was just as nervous despite acting relaxed. He was on edge, determined not to make a mistake. Yet, looking at Ryu Jaemin’s stiff face, he felt a pull in his lower abdomen, a sudden urge to just press their bodies together and roll around.

“Relax.”

“O-okay…”

Jaemin nodded. He was shivering uncontrollably, as if he’d been dropped into freezing water, even though they hadn’t properly started yet.

What if he gets hurt because he’s so tense? Slightly worried, Seungpyo gently rubbed the area between Jaemin’s buttocks.

“Ah! That feels weird…”

His fingertips hadn’t even touched the opening yet. Despite this, Jaemin covered his flushed face with his arms, flustered.

Even his voice was trembling now. His body, which had been relaxed while leaning against Seungpyo, stiffened again. Seungpyo had no choice but to hug Jaemin’s shoulders.

“Hey, relax. You might get hurt if you’re tense.”

“It’s going to hurt…”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“How can you be gentle? It’s your first time too.”

It was a painful point. Seungpyo frowned and retorted, “That’s why I’m practicing with you.”

Jaemin closed his mouth, seemingly at a loss for words. But the fear in his eyes remained. He’d acted so boldly, saying Seungpyo could do whatever he wanted, but now that it was actually happening, he couldn’t hide his fear.

Seungpyo thought that he would probably be scared too if their positions were reversed. Anyone would be anxious about their first time, especially if they were entrusting themselves to someone they’d angered, for “practice,” no less.

Thinking this, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of tenderness for Ryu Jaemin trembling beneath him. His heart softening, Seungpyo hesitated before kissing Jaemin’s forehead.

“I’ll stop immediately if it hurts.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah. We’re practicing to do it right, not to hurt you.”

Jaemin met Seungpyo’s gaze, then looked down shyly, as if lost in thought. He hesitated before speaking.

“Then… can you kiss me?”

“What?”

“It might be less scary if you kiss me while you do it…”

Seungpyo narrowed his eyes. This con artist… He began to wonder if Jaemin was genuinely scared or just pretending to appease him.

He’d said they shouldn’t even kiss, and now he was lying and deceiving him again. The more Seungpyo thought about it, the more annoyed he became, but calming Ryu Jaemin’s nerves was the priority.

“Uh, heut…”

Instead of answering, Seungpyo leaned down and kissed Jaemin, deeply enough to swallow his soft moan.

Fuck, the moment their lips touched, Seungpyo felt dizzy. His cock, which hadn’t been touched even once while Jaemin was cumming, was already tingling.

“Hmm…”

Was it because it had been a while, or because they were about to have sex? The kiss felt especially thrilling, even though they used to kiss several times a day. Ryu Jaemin’s soft tongue and wet lips were so sweet and soft that Seungpyo momentarily forgot all about his lies.

Forgetting about his fingers, Seungpyo lost himself in exploring Jaemin’s mouth. Jaemin, who had asked for the kiss, was equally enthusiastic, eagerly rubbing against Seungpyo’s tongue and exploring his mouth.

“Mmm, huu…”

As Jaemin’s stiff body relaxed and his moans grew heated, Seungpyo finally remembered his original purpose. He moved his still hand, sliding a finger between Jaemin’s buttocks. Jaemin flinched, but Seungpyo didn’t stop, as he’d promised.

Seungpyo was just as nervous. Putting his finger inside someone else… He’d known since he was young that sex was the joining of two bodies, but the act of putting theory into practice was more nerve-wracking than he’d imagined. But he felt that if he stopped out of fear, he’d never be able to start again.

Finally, his fingertip reached the entrance between Jaemin’s buttocks. It was tightly closed, as if there were no opening at all, but with the help of the copious amount of lube, Seungpyo could feel a small hole.

The realization sent heat rushing to his face. Jaemin’s breathing grew faster.

“Relax.”

After whispering, Seungpyo deepened the kiss, burying his face in Jaemin’s neck, wanting to hide his ragged breaths behind the kiss. He rubbed his finger over the opening and then, gathering his courage, pushed. One finger slipped inside.

“Huh, nn…!”

The body beneath him bucked. Seungpyo stopped exploring Jaemin’s mouth and pecked his lips lightly.

“I’ll be gentle, okay?”

Ryu Jaemin’s eyes were filled with an unprecedented confusion. His face was a mixture of hesitation and fear. Even though Ryu Jaemin had suggested this, Seungpyo knew he had to stop if Jaemin asked him to.

But Jaemin didn’t hesitate for long. His face slick with a light sheen of sweat, he nodded, giving his consent.

Seungpyo’s heart, which had been fluttering with anticipation, began to pound. It beat so fast that it ached.

Jaemin must be scared of the pain. He must be anxious, thinking Seungpyo might hurt him after saying he wasn’t over his anger yet. Yet, Ryu Jaemin was trusting Oh Seungpyo, inexperienced and clumsy as he was, with his body.

Seungpyo couldn’t deny that he’d wanted to make Jaemin pay for deceiving him. But now, things were different.

“Ryu Jaemin… I’m going to make you feel really good today.”

Seungpyo declared resolutely, slipping his other arm around Jaemin’s neck and hugging his shoulder. He kissed Jaemin, wet sounds echoing between them, and buried his face in his neck.

He could kiss Jaemin’s long, slender neck in so many different ways: higher and lower, front and sides, close to his jaw, near his collarbone.

“Haa, ah… huh…”

The more he kissed Jaemin’s soft skin, the more heated his moans became. The tightness in Jaemin’s rear relaxed, yielding to Seungpyo’s touch.

Seungpyo emboldened, moved his finger further inside. He slowly pushed the rest of his middle finger in. Jaemin whimpered, a sound like crying, but he endured the unfamiliar sensation without flinching as he had before.

“My whole finger’s in…”

Seungpyo murmured, almost in awe, as he finally pushed his entire middle finger inside. Jaemin blinked, his expression curious.

Seungpyo paused for a moment, then slowly began to explore Jaemin’s insides. He gently caressed the soft flesh, pushing in and out slightly.

Jaemin moaned softly. Seungpyo kissed his ear and asked, “How does it feel?”

“It’s a little weird… but, mmm, it’s okay…”

Seungpyo probed the entrance with his ring finger. Jaemin had seen him put condoms on both fingers. Without being told, he exhaled softly and relaxed.

“Ah… nn.”

With another finger inside, the entrance tightened considerably. Jaemin’s body, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.

Seungpyo unconsciously frowned. He wondered if he would actually be able to put his cock in. All the things he’d learned about sex suddenly felt like unrealistic fantasies.

But his fingers, however slowly, were delving deeper into Ryu Jaemin’s body. Sucking on Jaemin’s nipple and slowly stretching the tight opening, Seungpyo moved his hand with all the patience he could muster.

“Haa, ah, mmm…”

Time didn’t betray him. Seungpyo could sense the change in Jaemin’s voice, from strained endurance to something increasingly heated. The entrance that had barely accommodated a fingertip was now loose enough for Seungpyo to pull his fingers out completely and push them back in with ease.

Seungpyo explored deeper with his fingers inside. He angled his hand so his palm faced down and gently stroked Jaemin’s lower abdomen.

He’d read that there was a spot somewhere up there that felt good… but having only learned about it in theory, he had no idea if it actually existed, or how to find it. Feeling like an explorer setting off on an uncharted expedition, Seungpyo slowly probed Jaemin’s insides.

As he carefully caressed the inner walls, he felt a slightly swollen, thicker area. Curious, he rubbed it and pressed down.

“Nn…”

Jaemin flinched, tilting his head back slightly. Seungpyo, startled, stopped and looked at Jaemin’s face.

“What? Does it hurt?”

“Hh, nn, no.”

Watching Jaemin’s expression, Seungpyo pressed the same spot several times. Each time, Jaemin gasped and moaned softly, until suddenly, his face contorted as if he couldn’t take it anymore. He looked down at his lower body, his eyes filled with tears.

“Ah, wait. That feels weird…”

“Really?”

Seungpyo answered casually, his hand moving more busily. He pressed harder, thrusting against the spot he’d been pressing. Wet, squelching sounds filled the air as he increased the pressure.

“Huu! Nn! Wai-, ah, haa!”

As Seungpyo’s movements grew more forceful, Jaemin’s voice rose in volume. His white hips bucked with every thrust.

Seungpyo chuckled, leaning closer. He felt like a magician controlling someone with just two fingers.

“Hey, you like this, don’t you?”

“Ah, ah, nn, it’s tingling.”

“Tingling? Your stomach?”

“Itchy, haa, huu…! Ah, ah!”

Ryu Jaemin had moaned readily when they kissed, when Seungpyo sucked his nipples, when he jerked him off, but his reaction now was different. It wasn’t just pleasure or the urge to cum, but a bewildered response to the foreign sensation of being invaded.

The unfamiliar expression on Jaemin’s face quickly aroused Seungpyo. The entrance, which had seemed impossible to penetrate at first, had become quite pliable thanks to his increasingly bold movements. He could easily slide his fingers around inside, and he suspected he could even fit another finger in.

Then maybe his cock would fit too. Seungpyo leaned in and gently nibbled Jaemin’s earlobe. He stroked Jaemin’s trembling neck with his other hand and whispered, “Ryu Jaemin, should I put it in now?”

“You, haa, you’re already inside.”

“Not my fingers. This.”

Jaemin’s half-closed eyes opened wide. Seungpyo pressed closer, rubbing his cock against the inside of Jaemin’s thigh.

Seungpyo’s cock had been hard and leaking pre-cum for a while. Jaemin’s face flushed anew as he felt the moisture against his thigh.

“Hmm? Should I put it in?”

“Whatever you…”

Jaemin trailed off, as if remembering what Seungpyo had said earlier. He hesitated before speaking again.

“Yes, put it in…”

“Ha…”

Seungpyo let out an involuntary sigh. Put it in. He hadn’t imagined he’d hear those words today. He felt like he might come before he even managed to penetrate Jaemin.

He clenched his jaw, his back trembling. His shoulder muscles bulged as he struggled to contain the sudden surge of pleasure. Barely managing to control himself, he grabbed his throbbing cock and took out a condom, holding it out to Jaemin. Jaemin took it with a bewildered look.

“I’m going to prepare you some more… open that and put it on me.”

“Ah…”

Jaemin nodded quickly and began tearing open the foil packet.

Meanwhile, Seungpyo continued to work on Jaemin’s rear. Jaemin flinched at the feeling of Seungpyo’s fingers inside him, but managed to take the condom out. His trembling hand reached for Seungpyo’s cock.

“Haa.”

Seungpyo’s waist trembled as soon as Jaemin’s hand touched him. Jaemin brought the rolled-up condom to the tip of Seungpyo’s cock and muttered, “Hh, ah, don’t move.”

“You’re driving me crazy touching me like that.”

“Nn, I have to, to put this on.”

It was difficult for a first-timer to put a condom on someone else’s cock, especially in this position. It wouldn’t be easy even if they were face-to-face, but with his rear being played with and Seungpyo’s cock twitching, Jaemin couldn’t concentrate. He only managed to get the condom partially rolled down.

Seungpyo finished rolling the condom down himself and prepared for penetration. His fingers, which had been buried deep inside, slid out, scraping against Jaemin’s inner walls. Jaemin moaned, clutching the pillowcase.

“Uh…!”

Cold lube was slathered onto his heated entrance. He shuddered, but only for a moment. His legs spread wide, his knees hooking over Seungpyo’s forearms. As the thick glans pressed against his opening, Jaemin tensed his stomach and trembled.

His breath hitched at the sensation of his narrow entrance stretching to its limit, being filled completely. Thanks to Seungpyo’s diligent preparation, it wasn’t as painful as he’d expected, but the pressure from the thick cock was incomparable to that of fingers.

“Haa, it’s really in…”

Seungpyo, who’d been so moved by just putting a finger in, sounded awestruck.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime first experience for Seungpyo, but Jaemin wasn’t in any state to share in his wonder. Two fingers hadn’t been nearly enough preparation. The slick lube had made insertion possible, but that was the limit. Soon, he pushed against Seungpyo’s stomach.

“Ah, stop. Stop.”

“Stop?”

“Huh, slow down…”

Seungpyo’s cock was barely halfway in, just the glans and a bit of the shaft.

Seungpyo, his face as flushed as Jaemin’s, stopped, his expression serious, before pushing again. Jaemin immediately turned his head and gritted his teeth.

“Haa…!”

“Does it hurt?”

Had he been mistaken in thinking Jaemin had completely relaxed when he used his fingers? Seungpyo started to resent his large cock, which he’d always been proud of. People said the bigger the better, but so far it was just making things difficult.

Jaemin didn’t answer the question, just trembled like someone with a high fever, gasping for breath.

What should he do? Seungpyo leaned forward, feeling concerned. He felt conflicted about stopping now or continuing despite Jaemin’s pain. He’d been worried about coming as soon as he entered, but the penetration itself was proving to be a challenge.

He stopped moving and kissed Jaemin’s flushed cheeks. Kiss, kiss, kiss. Jaemin’s ragged breathing calmed slightly with the gentle kisses. His face, which had been turned away in pain, turned back, their lips naturally meeting again.

“Mmm…”

Jaemin, who had only seemed to be in pain, began to moan softly. Seungpyo knew he shouldn’t push further, but the sweet sounds against his ear and the taste of Jaemin’s flesh made his cock throb, demanding more. Heat rushed to his head. His hips moved involuntarily.

“Huu, Ryu Jaemin… this feels so good.”

As Seungpyo’s movements became shallower, his thick cock gently stimulated Jaemin’s insides instead of thrusting deeply. Jaemin trembled but didn’t push Seungpyo away. As they kissed, their lower bodies, slick with lube and fluids, rubbed against each other, and Seungpyo’s cock slid further inside, slowly grinding against Jaemin’s heated walls.

As Seungpyo’s cock, filling Jaemin tightly, pushed deeper, the thick glans brushed against the spot that had been swollen from Seungpyo’s fingers. That was when Jaemin’s body shuddered violently.

“Ahh, uh, nn.”

Seungpyo could feel the tremors in Jaemin’s thighs and hips through their joined bodies. He could now easily distinguish between the trembling caused by pain and the trembling caused by pleasure.

Seungpyo, who had momentarily broken their kiss, deepened it again, slowly rotating his hips. He’d thought he had to push all the way in to do it right, but he realized he could also rub against the spot Jaemin liked.

“Nnn! Uh, nn! Huu…!”

Even with their mouths locked in a kiss, Jaemin couldn’t hold back his drawn-out moans. He floundered for a moment, then wrapped his arms around Seungpyo’s shoulders, clinging to him. Seungpyo hugged him back as tightly as he could.

The already tight space contracted further, gripping his cock tightly. Yet, it felt smoother than when he’d first entered, the slick inner walls clenching and unclenching around him.

It’s different from jerking off, they said. You can cum quickly, they said. So this was what they meant. The feeling of experiencing what he’d only heard about was intoxicating. Seungpyo tensed his whole body and slowly shifted his weight. Slowly but surely, his cock slid all the way inside Ryu Jaemin.

“Haa…”

Seungpyo exhaled slowly, his heated breath ghosting over Jaemin’s skin. Their groins were finally flush against each other. Both Seungpyo and Jaemin were silent for a moment, just holding each other and panting.

It felt like he’d used up all his energy just getting inside. Seungpyo bit his lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control. The walls clenching around his cock were hot and soft, and Ryu Jaemin’s body in his arms exuded an indescribable sweetness.

It took time to fully process the entirely new sensation. Even if he combined every taste, touch, and smell he’d ever experienced, he couldn’t find anything to compare it to.

Seungpyo was the first to speak.

“Ryu Jaemin.”

“Heut, mm…”

“You and I are really having sex right now.”

It had taken so much effort to fully insert his cock that Seungpyo didn’t want to pull out yet. Trying to calm his racing heart, he looked up and met Jaemin’s eyes.

Then, with an embarrassed smile, he confessed his feelings about his first time.

“This is fucking hard…”

Jaemin blinked a few times, then giggled.

“Yeah, really.”

Seeing him smile put Seungpyo at ease. Haha, he laughed again and touched his forehead to Jaemin’s. He kissed him again and asked curiously, “How about you…? I… Your hole keeps clenching and unclenching around my cock. It feels like it’s breathing.”

Jaemin’s already flushed face grew redder. He caught his breath, looking as though he didn’t know how to explain, before speaking hesitantly, “It was tingling a bit earlier… but it’s okay now that you’re not moving.”

“Tingling? Because it hurt?”

“No, just… like it was itchy.”

So it felt good? Unable to contain his curiosity, Seungpyo pressed further. “When did it tingle? When I was going in? Or when I was moving like this?”

“Haa, haa!”

Jaemin cried out as Seungpyo moved his hips, as if caught off guard. Looking down at him panting, unable to answer, Seungpyo swallowed hard.

He’d been staying still because he was afraid of hurting Jaemin, but it seemed he’d miscalculated. He couldn’t wait any longer, even if it meant embarrassing himself by coming too quickly.

Exhaling, Seungpyo slowly pulled his hips back. As his cock slid out, scraping against Jaemin’s insides, Jaemin arched his back and trembled.

“Haa, huh, ah.”

“Ah, I’m going to go crazy…”

As Seungpyo pulled out, Jaemin’s tight walls contracted, pulling at him. Seungpyo’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding. He’d meant to pull out completely, but he couldn’t resist the pleasure of Jaemin’s wet insides clinging to him, and he pushed back in.

“Nn, aah!”

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mingled with Jaemin’s moan. Seungpyo stopped talking and began to thrust.

With each movement, the path his cock took in and out grew longer. The sounds of flesh hitting and rubbing together, the squelching sounds of his cock moving inside Jaemin, mixed with their ragged breaths.

“Haa, haa, ahh, huu.”

Jaemin’s eyes glazed over as he moaned, his body shaking beneath Seungpyo. He’d lost count of how many times the sensitive spot inside him had been hit, the tender flesh scraped raw. Meanwhile, a sticky, sweet sensation, unlike anything he’d ever felt, spread through his lower abdomen.

His entrance, stretched impossibly wide to accommodate Seungpyo’s cock, ached. But even that pain felt sweet when mixed with the sensation of the thick, hard cock moving inside him.

His mouth watered. But perhaps his body couldn’t process the unfamiliar pleasure immediately. His lower abdomen would tighten with the imminent feeling of orgasm, but just before the peak, his body seemed to forget how to cum, losing its momentum.

“Huu, I think I’m going to, nn, cum…”

Seungpyo, however, kept thrusting, panting. Jaemin just nodded. He felt like it would be okay to end here. The unfamiliar pleasure was both pleasant and agonizing, stirring up his mind and making him feel like a stranger to himself.

“I, haa, don’t want to cum alone, should I touch you?”

“Ah, no, no.”

Jaemin shook his head as Seungpyo reached for his cock. He was already overwhelmed by the foreign pleasure and didn’t want to add any more sensations.

He was afraid it would feel too good, afraid he would lose control. Jaemin looked up at Seungpyo, dazed. Seungpyo looked back, then suddenly frowned. “Ah, you look so hot right now…”

Large hands cupped Jaemin’s flushed cheeks. Their faces drew closer. Just before their lips met again, everything was sweet. Until an unexpected sound intruded on their world.

Beep, click.

It was unmistakably the sound of the apartment door opening and closing. Seungpyo’s dazed eyes snapped open.

Jaemin’s eyes widened in surprise, his breath catching in his throat. He wanted to believe he’d misheard, but they’d both heard it, so it was real.

“Just a minute.”

Hurried footsteps and a rushed voice came from beyond the door. The intruder was talking on the phone, saying things they couldn’t understand.

Seungpyo frowned and muttered, “Fuck, what the hell. He said he was staying overnight.”

He hadn’t checked the time, but it must still be early afternoon. Startled by the unexpected return, Seungpyo hurriedly pulled up the covers. The voice outside continued, “I’ll find it and join you soon. Ah, I was going to check before leaving, but I forgot. Go ahead without me. I won’t be too long.”

It seemed like he had packed his things before the weekend but had still managed to forget something. Seungpyo briefly regretted not checking his brother’s travel plans, too preoccupied with Jaemin.

By now, both of them were completely hidden under the covers, like wild animals burrowing underground. Seungpyo lay flat on top of Jaemin, their bodies pressed together. Trapped beneath him and the blankets, Jaemin gasped softly, whispering, “Oh Seungpyo, we have to, haa, stop…”

“Shh.”

Seungpyo put a finger to his lips and whispered in Jaemin’s ear, “He’s probably just going to grab whatever he forgot and leave, so it’s more dangerous to make a fuss. We have a rule that he doesn’t open our doors without permission.”

“But what if your brother looks for you…”

“Quiet.”

Jaemin’s words were cut short. They listened intently.

“Where is it? Ah, found it, found it.”

Fortunately, he seemed to have found whatever he was looking for quickly. They both sighed in relief, but it was still too early to emerge from their hiding place.

They were already hot from having sex, and hiding under the covers made them sweat even more. Pressed together face-to-face, they could hear each other’s ragged breaths. They could almost feel each other’s hearts pounding against their chests.

Jaemin covered his mouth with his hand, afraid his voice might escape. He was hot, suffocating, and his heart pounded with the fear of being discovered. His vision swam.

His heart beat so loudly that he could feel it pulsing in his lower abdomen. Each heartbeat brought a tightening sensation in his lower abdomen, and Seungpyo’s cock, still filling him, pressed against his inner walls, making his already dizzy vision spin.

Completely pinned beneath Oh Seungpyo, his own erect cock was pressed down by Seungpyo’s weight. Despite having refused Seungpyo’s offer to touch him, he felt like he was going to go crazy being pressured from both front and back. Goosebumps ran over his body, making him shiver, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Seungpyo was completely still, but Jaemin felt like he was about to moan. He pressed his hand harder against his mouth.

“But where did he go? He said a friend was coming over.”

A mumbling voice drifted into the room. Jaemin’s breathing grew more ragged, and he trembled violently. Seungpyo held him tightly and whispered, “It’s okay.”

Even if, by some chance, his brother opened the door, all he would see would be Seungpyo sleeping alone under the covers. As long as they didn’t make a sound.

His brother, eager to rejoin his group, lost interest in his brother’s whereabouts, as expected. They heard the sounds of hurried movements, then the sound of shoes being put on by the front door, and the door opening and closing.

Only after they heard the beep of the electronic lock did Seungpyo sigh and sit up.

“Ha, crazy.”

He threw off the covers and cursed involuntarily. He was so relieved that his throat felt parched.

“Are you okay?”

Looking down at Jaemin with concern, Seungpyo’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Uhh, nn, ah…”

A completely unexpected sight unfolded before him.

Jaemin was whimpering softly, and semen was pulsing from his erect cock, coating his lower abdomen.

His hips and waist, no, his whole body convulsed as if he’d been electrocuted. His unfocused eyes seemed slightly wet.

Seungpyo stared blankly at the scene before looking down at his own lower body. He’d felt a sudden warmth against his stomach while they were hiding; it was Jaemin’s semen, which had leaked onto his skin.

“Why…?”

He hadn’t done anything, so why…?

Seungpyo blinked, confused, then, as if realizing something, let out a soft gasp and slowly smiled.

His slightly softened cock slid back inside with a wet smack.

“Haa…!”

Jaemin shuddered violently. The pleasure of being penetrated immediately after coming was even more intense than before, a jolt shooting up his spine.

“You came because of my brother, didn’t you?”

Seungpyo whispered teasingly. Jaemin shook his head.

“Ahh, no, haa!”

“Yes, you did. Right?”

Continuing his interrogation, Seungpyo thrust deep inside again. Jaemin gasped for breath. Ah, ah, ah. Uninhibited moans filled the quiet room.

Seungpyo, who had been thrusting for a while, frowned and stopped. Jaemin felt Seungpyo’s cock pulsing inside him.

“Ah…”

Seungpyo sighed and hugged Jaemin tightly. His body trembled, just like Jaemin’s had when he came. Jaemin wrapped his arms around Seungpyo’s neck. Now that Seungpyo had climaxed, the interrogation should have been over.

But Seungpyo didn’t let go of Jaemin immediately. His cock was still hard, and instead of thrusting forcefully, he slowly rotated his hips, like he had at the beginning.

“Nn, huh, haa…!”

Jaemin, who had finally relaxed, gasped and shuddered in Seungpyo’s arms. Seungpyo chuckled.

“You didn’t cum when I was working so hard… I’m hurt.”

“N-no, haa, no…”

“Heut, I, wait… I forgot. You’re a pervert.”

“Huu, huu, aah, ah!”

“You, ha, always loved showing off to other people.”

“Ah, ahh, no, ah…!”

Seungpyo’s lips brushed against Jaemin’s ear as he shook his head. Seungpyo’s low voice flowed into his ear.

“It’s okay, Ryu Jaemin. I like that you’re a pervert.”

At his words, Jaemin opened his wet eyes and cupped Seungpyo’s cheeks, finally managing to meet his gaze despite his embarrassment.

“No, it wasn’t because of your, huh, brother…”

“…”

“It was because you kept, pressing…”

Seungpyo just smiled, unsure whether he understood Jaemin’s rambling explanation. Jaemin stopped trying to explain as Seungpyo’s lips touched his cheek.

Kiss, kiss, kiss. With each kiss, Jaemin felt his anxiety ease.

Seungpyo chuckled wryly, rubbing the back of his neck and sighing. “Ah, the mood was really good before my brother showed up.”

Jaemin looked up at Seungpyo, then looked away, murmuring, “I still like it…”

“…”

“And it seems like you’re not mad anymore.”

“What are you talking about? I’ve been over it for a while now.”

Their eyes met again. This time, Jaemin initiated the kiss, and Seungpyo didn’t refuse.

The heat from their rather intense first time hadn’t subsided yet. Their lips were hotter than usual, and as hot as they were, they also felt soft and sweet. Seungpyo was ready to respond to Jaemin’s kiss, but their lips quickly parted.

Jaemin had dropped his head back onto the sheets. Still lying beneath Seungpyo, his body filled with Seungpyo’s cock, he seemed too exhausted to even lift his head to kiss.

He looked so vulnerable. Seungpyo frowned slightly. He felt like he should pull out and let the exhausted Jaemin rest, but his lower body, still buzzing with the unfamiliar pleasure, moved against his will. His cock, which had remained hard even after coming, throbbed and hardened again, as if rewinding to its previous state.

Their breaths grew ragged again, even though neither of them was moving. Seungpyo asked with a sigh, “So… don’t you have anything to say to me? Even if you’re not mad, you still have to tell me.”

Jaemin nodded as if he’d been waiting for the question.

“I’m sorry.”

“Again? Is that all?”

Seungpyo slowly pulled his hips back, gently withdrawing his deeply embedded cock. Each time he pulled back, Jaemin’s tight walls instinctively contracted, trying to hold him in, sending a different kind of shiver down Seungpyo’s spine. Jaemin seemed to feel it too, his hips and thighs twitching as he panted.

Having pulled out until only the thick glans remained at the entrance, Seungpyo thrust back inside without a word. His cock, which had almost completely withdrawn, slid back in more than halfway, roughly scraping against Jaemin’s insides.

“Nn, ah! Haa…!”

Jaemin cried out in surprise, his breath hitching. His vision momentarily whited out. The shock-like pleasure shot up to the top of his head, bringing tears to his eyes.

Seungpyo pressed down on Jaemin’s shoulders and pushed the rest of his cock inside. Perhaps surprised by Jaemin’s reaction, his hot insides spasmed, clenching tightly around Seungpyo’s intruding cock. Seungpyo exhaled a few heated breaths before speaking, “Saying sorry isn’t going to fix this.”

Thwack. Their hips and buttocks collided with a loud smack. Jaemin’s whole body jerked with the short thrust. His mouth opened as if to scream, but he quickly clamped it shut.

“Heut, mmm.”

“Tell me, nn, what you were thinking all this time.”

“A little, a little later, not now, aah!”

Seungpyo frowned more deeply and thrust several times, his voice threatening, “Do, I not know you? Haa, as soon as this is over, you’ll, nn, put on that cold expression again and… try to change the subject.”

“No, ahh, no! Uh, ah, ah…!”

“Tell me, now!”

His tone was like an interrogation. Jaemin’s lips trembled, whether from fear or excitement. His cock, which had come earlier, was hard again, leaking a sticky fluid.

His cheeks were flushed, and his usually cool, composed eyes were glazed with moisture. Jaemin’s lips trembled as he spoke, his body shaking and moaning, “I, hh, I thought you were pretending to like me, to make fun of me. So.”

“So?”

“I wanted to get revenge. I pretended to like you too… Heut, so that after the exams, I could tell you it was all a lie… so that you’d fall for your own trick, haa…”

“So everything, went according to your plan?”

Seungpyo thrust hard several times in a row, his voice laced with annoyance. Jaemin, unable to bear it any longer, cried out, “Haa! Ahh, aah!”

“Ryu Jaemin. Focus and, huu, keep answering.”

“Uhh, no. I like you!”

“Who likes who?”

“I, like you… I like you too. Really, haa!”

His answer was desperate and urgent. He wrapped his legs around Seungpyo’s waist, shaking his head.

“I, I like you, but I got mad because I thought you were making a fake confession to tease me.”

“What, nn, did you do because you were mad?”

“Nothing, nothing…”

Jaemin trailed off, his mind going blank. He’d planned to repay Seungpyo’s fake confession with a lie of his own, but everything that happened after wasn’t part of his plan.

After realizing he’d genuinely fallen for Seungpyo, he hadn’t known what to do. Like a small boat lost at sea, he’d been adrift, feeling suffocated and constantly melancholic.

Thinking this, Jaemin felt a lump in his throat and the urge to cry. The unfamiliar sensations that kept heating his body were already bringing tears to his eyes. They threatened to spill over at any moment. He swallowed hard, determined not to cry like a fool while having this conversation.

Seungpyo moved his hips slowly, a gentle movement compared to his previous forceful thrusts. Mmm, Jaemin’s moans softened, almost like a whine. Seungpyo chuckled, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

“They say it’s hard to feel anything the first time you’re topped, but why do you like it so much?”

“I don’t know. Heut.”

“Are you sure this is your first time being topped? Even if you haven’t done it with another person, haven’t you ever used your hand or a toy? Those perverts kept pestering you for a video of you playing with your ass.”

“No. I really, haa, didn’t.”

“As expected of the top student. Isn’t this self-improvement? They say image training is effective.”

It was ridiculous to respond seriously to such nonsense. Jaemin chuckled despite his moans, and Seungpyo chuckled along with him. Then his smile faded, his expression turning serious.

Seungpyo, who had been rambling on with a mix of jokes and dirty talk, looked down at Jaemin and said, “You know, I knew even before you said anything. That you liked me too.”

“…How?”

“Someone as proud as you wouldn’t act like this if you didn’t like me.”