EAR Ch 31

Long fingers brushed through Jaemin’s sweat-dampened hair. The feeling of Seungpyo’s fingers against his scalp made Jaemin sigh contentedly. It was just a sigh, but Seungpyo frowned slightly and grumbled, “You know you’re fucking beautiful and sexy, so you probably wanted to show off to everyone. I get it.”

Seungpyo cupped Jaemin’s cheeks and brought his face closer. Their eyes met at close range.

“But you absolutely can’t do that anymore. You’re mine now.”

Despite the hard, sharp gaze and threatening tone, Jaemin simply nodded without a hint of fear.

“Okay.”

The compliant answer made Seungpyo suspicious. He narrowed his eyes. “Okay? Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah. I’ll be yours. I want to be yours.”

Seungpyo’s lips, which had been fixed in a serious expression, twitched. He tried to maintain his composure, but couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re really sly.”

Along with his reply came another kiss. Jaemin wrapped his arms around Seungpyo’s back as he leaned in, licking Seungpyo’s tongue as it explored his mouth.

Wet sounds of lips and tongues meeting at different angles continued for a long time. When the kiss finally ended, Seungpyo asked, “Do you want to try a different position?”

“Position?”

“Yeah. I want to try it with you on your stomach.”

“But I…”

Before Jaemin could finish, his stomach growled, answering for him.

“…I’m hungry…”

The unspoken words hung in the air.

Now that Jaemin mentioned it, Seungpyo felt hungry too. Their first time had taken more energy than he’d expected, and Jaemin, who had been on the receiving end, must be even more tired. Even though he’d mostly been lying down, Jaemin’s inner thighs twitched occasionally as if he had a cramp.

“Hmm… we promised to go for twelve hours,” Seungpyo muttered, his tone gruff. Unsure whether Seungpyo was serious or joking, Jaemin waited quietly. Seungpyo sat up.

“We can do it again after we eat.”

His cock, which had softened, finally slipped out completely.

Jaemin sighed in relief. Instead of getting up immediately, he looked down at his lower body, then asked abruptly, “Is my… back okay?”

“Hmm?”

“It feels weird. Like it’s still… open.”

There was a faint hint of worry in his expression. Seungpyo was taken aback by the casual tone, as if Jaemin was asking him to check. Perhaps someone who routinely posted lewd photos online wasn’t easily embarrassed about such things?

“Lie on your stomach.”

Without saying much, Seungpyo leaned down and gently pulled Jaemin’s buttocks apart, peering between them. The opening, flushed like a crushed flower, was definitely a little swollen, but it wasn’t open.

“It’s fine. It’s closed nicely.”

Seungpyo kissed Jaemin’s firm buttocks. Jaemin, who seemed to have genuinely been worried, sighed softly. Seungpyo chuckled and put an arm around Jaemin’s shoulders.

“Were you worried?”

“Yours is really big.”

“Who knows. Maybe it really won’t close after twelve hours.”

Jaemin grimaced, but his attention quickly shifted. His gaze fell on the still-rolled condom.

“It’s stretched out.”

Because Seungpyo hadn’t pulled out immediately after coming and had continued to move inside him, the condom was now stretched out longer than his cock, semen smeared inside. Seungpyo took the slick condom off and tied a knot at the end, imitating something he’d seen somewhere.

“I had a really hard time buying these.”

“Why? They sell them at convenience stores.”

“Condoms have sizes, like clothes. And like you said, mine’s really big. The convenience stores didn’t have my size, so I had to order them online. This is the largest size.”

“You prepared really hard.”

It was a blunt but accurate observation. Seungpyo cleared his throat and gently pulled Jaemin, who was still lying down, into a sitting position and hugged him.

Seungpyo looked embarrassed, shy. As Jaemin blinked, Seungpyo kissed his cheek.

“Yeah. I really did prepare hard. I didn’t know how to do it with a guy, so I even searched foreign websites, and I bought condoms.”

“…Mm-hmm.”

“Actually, I bought this candle to light while we did it. I bought the flowers this morning because you were coming over…”

“…”

“Look. Doesn’t it look like you?”

Seungpyo held up a vase of delicate flowers, each stem bearing multiple small blossoms. Half of the flowers were white, and half were blue.

Ryu Jaemin was an ordinary high school boy who had never imagined being compared to a flower. Unable to answer the awkward question, he subtly changed the subject.

“What kind of flower is it?”

“It’s called a delphinium.”

“Never heard of it.”

“Me neither.”

“It’s pretty.”

When Jaemin smiled, Seungpyo beamed, finally feeling appreciated for his efforts. Clearly pleased, he asked another question, “Do you like pasta?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll make you some rosé pasta. With shrimp.”

“You can cook?”

“It’s easy, I just use store-bought sauce. But if I make it at home, I can put in tons of shrimp. I can make it spicy too. Do you want it spicy?”

“No.”

Seungpyo quickly got up and held out his hand.

“Let’s shower and eat.”

Jaemin took Seungpyo’s hand and got out of bed. His lower body felt strange. Even though he hadn’t been moving much, his legs felt weak, as if he’d just finished a strenuous workout. Seungpyo noticed and asked, “Are you tired? Want me to carry you?”

Jaemin shook his head vehemently. Seungpyo chuckled and tightened his grip on Jaemin’s hand.

Even while showering, they continued to giggle, touching each other. After kissing under the shower spray, they wanted to touch each other again, and then they wanted to kiss again. What should have been a quick shower took much longer, and by the time they left the bathroom, more than thirty minutes had passed.

“Can I borrow some clothes?” Jaemin asked as he dried himself.

Seungpyo grinned. “Why bother getting dressed? We’re just going to take them off again anyway. Just stay naked.”

“Really…?”

When Jaemin gave him a serious look, Seungpyo laughed and tossed him a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Jaemin glared at him but quickly put them on without complaint. Seungpyo’s clothes were a bit big, but not unwearable.

They were getting hungrier by the minute. Seungpyo hurried to the refrigerator. There wasn’t anything special inside: frozen shrimp, pasta sauce, and pasta noodles. After a moment of thought, Seungpyo decided to add onions as well.

Jaemin hovered near Seungpyo as he chopped the onions.

“Let me help.”

“It’s okay. You’re a guest today.”

Despite being turned down, Jaemin lingered near the kitchen, watching Seungpyo cook. Seungpyo, who had initially told him to sit down and relax, soon gave up. Perhaps for Ryu Jaemin, who had probably never done any kitchen work in his life, watching a classmate cook was an interesting spectacle.

“You must be top of the class because you’re so curious about everything.”

“What am I so curious about?”

“Everything.”

After briefly sautéing the garlic, onions, and shrimp, Seungpyo added the cooked pasta and sauce, completing their simple lunch.

A mountain of pasta, enough for three or four people at a restaurant, was placed on the table, with chopsticks instead of forks beside it. Seungpyo warned, “You have to eat it all, even if it tastes bad.”

The warning was unnecessary. Jaemin, truly hungry, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite as soon as the plate was set down.

Seungpyo watched him intently. People usually looked unappealing when they ate quickly, but not Jaemin. Good-looking people looked picturesque no matter what they did. Himself included, of course. Jaemin blinked and exclaimed, “It’s delicious. Hey, this is really good.”

“Is it just because you’re hungry?”

“Maybe, but it’s delicious anyway.”

Their first time had drained them both. Even Seungpyo, who would normally have made a joke, focused on eating.

The mountain of pasta quickly disappeared thanks to the two hungry boys. Jaemin leaned back in his chair and sighed. It was the first time he’d eaten so much since coming to Seungpyo’s house.

“I’m stuffed.”

“Eat a lot. You need the energy for the remaining eleven hours.”

At those words, Jaemin checked the time. He’d arrived at 10, fooled around for about an hour, and now, after lunch, it was well past noon. If Oh Seungpyo was serious, they would be having sex for eleven straight hours, and Jaemin wouldn’t be able to go home until late at night.

“Can I pay in installments?”

“Look at you, already trying to cut corners.”

Although Seungpyo grumbled, he felt relaxed and content from the satisfying meal.

They sprawled on the living room sofa, their bodies pressed together in a corner of the large four-seater, looking at Seungpyo’s phone.

“This is it. What I wanted to try.”

“Doggy style…?”

Seungpyo was showing Jaemin a chart of various sex positions that he’d found while preparing for today. Jaemin mouthed the words Seungpyo pointed to, like he was memorizing a textbook.

“…A position where penetration is from behind, also known as ‘doggy style.’ Similar to the mating position of animals. Allows for deeper penetration than other positions, resulting in greater stimulation…”

Reading it out loud made it sound almost pornographic. Jaemin closed his mouth. The warmth in his lower body, which had just subsided, returned, making him feel slightly itchy. He glanced at Seungpyo, who was looking back at him with a subtly heated expression. Seungpyo whispered, “Are you trying to seduce me?”

“I was just reading.”

Jaemin cleared his throat and quickly scrolled through the chart, skimming the descriptions. After the standard positions like missionary, doggy style, and cowgirl, more unusual positions appeared. Jaemin’s expression grew increasingly complicated as he scrolled.

“Are these positions even possible?”

“We’ll try the difficult-looking ones later.”

Seungpyo mumbled, snatching his phone back and hugging Jaemin. Jaemin’s freshly showered body and hair smelled good.

They’d used the same shampoo and body wash, so they should have smelled the same, but for some reason, Ryu Jaemin’s scent felt different. Holding his warm, soft body and inhaling his scent, Seungpyo felt himself getting hard again. He wanted to have sex with Jaemin doggy style, just like the animals Jaemin had described.

But he was planning to spend the rest of the day with Ryu Jaemin anyway. Not wanting to rush, Seungpyo deliberately changed the subject. It was something he’d genuinely been curious about.

“So what condition were you originally going to set?”

“Condition?”

“Before the finals. I mean before you said that bullshit about breaking up. You must have had something in mind. You said you’d thought about it.”

Seungpyo’s voice turned cold as he said ‘bullshit about breaking up.’ A chill settled between them.

After a long silence, Jaemin finally spoke.

“I didn’t think of a condition.”

“There’s no way someone as meticulous as you didn’t think about it beforehand.”

“No, I really didn’t.”

Seungpyo gently nibbled Jaemin’s earlobe. “Are you going to lie to me again?”

Jaemin’s shoulders trembled slightly, and his neck flushed.

He hadn’t been embarrassed when he asked if his hole was okay, but now, when asked about the bet’s conditions, he was blushing. What kind of condition could make him so embarrassed? Seungpyo, even more curious, pressed, “Tell me.”

Jaemin’s voice was barely a whisper, like someone making a deeply embarrassing confession.

“To be friends…”

“Hmm?”

“To be… friends with me.”