HARD 22

Go Woonha was about to say that he was just clumsy because this was his first time, that he would naturally get better later, and that he would hurt his partner less then, but he stopped himself. He had a feeling that if he brought that up, Cha Gyuwon would really smash the table. Cha Gyuwon’s table was quite a valuable item to just be broken. Go Woonha knew the value of things.

“I gave this one some thought.”

As if he were still thinking about it, Go Woonha placed a hand on his hip and looked intently at the slide. The way he furrowed his brow and sank into deep thought gave off a rather professional air, but the fact that the subject of his concentration was Cha Gyuwon’s sex technique and not work was a bit funny.

“I really did think about it a bit… Ah, should I change it? Let’s just go with 50 percent. Freshness 50.”

“Why? Do you feel sorry for me?”

“I never said I felt sorry for you, Mr. Cha Gyuwon, why are you being like this again… You want to get in trouble?”

Go Woonha clicked his tongue as he undid his buttons and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

“Get on your stomach. I’m going to spank your butt. Oh, and take off your pants.”

“…Please explain.”

His eyes were shining as if he was really about to take off his pants and spank his buttocks, so Cha Gyuwon cautiously sized him up and changed the subject.

“You just pound away with pure strength, and I like that. Please keep doing that from now on. I like the feeling of my insides getting bruised.”

At Go Woonha’s explicit expression, Cha Gyuwon squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them. His clasped hands had turned white, to the point where the mark from his ring was no longer visible.

“So…”

Go Woonha was about to say that it might not be okay with other people, but it was okay with him, but he shut his mouth.

Because Cha Gyuwon would get angry. And what Cha Gyuwon wanted was my evaluation, wasn’t it? It wasn’t… the time to talk about other people yet. If he needs advice later, I guess I can give it to him then.

Go Woonha moved to the next slide. Finally, a red tomato appeared. Seeing it, Go Woonha’s expression brightened beautifully. He slapped the slide with his palm and exclaimed.

“Freshness one hundred!”

“……”

“I like it very much. There’s no room for improvement. The rigidity, length, girth, curvature, all good. I’m satisfied. Ah, you know what I’m talking about right now, right? I’m talking about your thing, Mr. Gyuwon. And yes, it’s a compliment.”

It sounds like he’s talking about some kind of magic wand.

“I’ve never even used it. Hyung is the one who unwrapped it. It’s a brand-new product.”

Cha Gyuwon was mortified, but he still further appealed his strong points. A score of 100 was good, but he wanted to get bonus points to become the one and only, the uniquely unparalleled dick. His voice was trailing off, but Go Woonha heard him clearly.

Honestly, being a virgin wasn’t a plus for Go Woonha, but since Cha Gyuwon had worked up the courage, he decided to praise him. With good training, it seemed his potential for dirty talk could be well-developed.

“Yes. It’s good. It’s the best.”

Even at Go Woonha’s rather unenthusiastic praise, Cha Gyuwon was delighted. He smiled shyly, and maybe because the hair that used to cover his face was now half chopped off, his expression was very easy to see. Go Woonha’s eyes widened slightly. He has a pretty smile? No, I knew he had a pretty face from the start.

“Hyung. So what’s the conclusion?”

“Ah. The conclusion.”

Was there such a thing? He just asked for an evaluation, so I just stuck to that. But Cha Gyuwon’s expectant gaze was so clear, and honestly, Go Woonha felt a slight sense of debt to repay him for providing such interesting content, so he just said whatever came to mind.

“Adding it all up, Mr. Cha Gyuwon isn’t bad. For me, uh, he’s pretty goo—”

Before he could finish, Cha Gyuwon lunged at him. Go Woonha hit the wall. The screen was pressed hard and his eyes squeezed shut. Cha Gyuwon fumbled to push aside the screen pinned against Go Woonha’s body and cradled his head.

“Did you hit your head? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rush at you this hard…”

“Why are you apologizing? Didn’t you pounce on me hard because you wanted to?”

Despite the slightly throbbing pain in his back, Go Woonha smiled languidly. For him, pain that didn’t actually harm his body was always adjacent to pleasure.

“You’re hard.”

Go Woonha gently pressed his thigh between Cha Gyuwon’s legs.

“I’m hard, too.”

His pleasant, wonderful voice dyed Cha Gyuwon’s ears grapefruit pink.

“Did you just pounce on me for a hug? With a freshness 100 dick.”

“No… I didn’t just pounce on you.”

Cha Gyuwon made a resolute expression. Then, he slowly slid his body down.

Soon, kneeling on the floor, Cha Gyuwon gazed up, his face positioned between Go Woonha’s legs.

“I practiced with a banana. A hard one.”

“Just any banana probably wouldn’t do.”

“I used a big one. And since it was green…”

“Did you do it until the green one turned yellow?”

Go Woonha cupped Cha Gyuwon’s cheek and rubbed it with his thumb. Before he knew it, even the nape of his neck had turned grapefruit pink. His forehead was slightly sweaty, causing his hair to stick to it.

He’s pretty.

With sex partners, he had only ever considered things like fun or pain, plainness and age, and dick size. He had never cared about their faces. Cha Gyuwon seemed to be the first partner he had ever looked at this properly.

“Mr. Cha Gyuwon. There’s a first time for me with you, too.”

At Go Woonha’s words, his eyes flew wide open. A dog? A bear? I don’t know. Anyway, he looked like an animal. As far as his eyes were concerned, that was a compliment.

“This is the first time I’ve ever looked at someone’s face so intently.”

“Do you… like it?”

“I think I might.”

Go Woonha, having muttered this, slowly undid the buckle of his pants. At the clink followed by the sound of a zipper going down, Cha Gyuwon’s face began to turn red as well.

“Some questions are starting to pop up.”

“Haah…”

Cha Gyuwon’s breathing began to quicken. Go Woonha’s eyes crinkled as he smiled.

“Want to ask, Gyuwon-ah?”

“…Ngh.”

“Show hyung your face sucking hyung’s dick, too.”

A gentle voice, as if it could bewitch him. Cha Gyuwon opened his mouth wide and slowly swallowed Go Woonha’s member.

The longer the part swallowed in his mouth became, the more the veins on Go Woonha’s neck stood out. Cha Gyuwon was still struggling, drooling, and beads of sweat formed on the bridge of his nose.

Do you like it?

It was as if he could hear a voice asking that. Go Woonha stroked Cha Gyuwon’s hair, then gripped it, offering a carrot.

“Mr. Gyuwon is pretty…”

Cha Gyuwon closed his eyes and trembled. Even if he came from these words, Go Woonha knew he could get him hard again in no time, so he was willing to take off his wet underwear with his mouth, too. Ah, of course, after I come once first.

👟

“Mr. Cha Gyuwon… Your phone is ringing.”

Go Woonha mumbled to Cha Gyuwon, who had his arms wrapped around his waist and his face buried in his chest.

“It’s not mine…”

Cha Gyuwon replied, his voice even huskier, as he rubbed his face against Go Woonha’s chest.

“I don’t have anyone who would call me…”

“…It could be your hyung.”

“It’s not…”

Hah. This whining is driving me crazy.

Go Woonha was so flabbergasted that he couldn’t help but laugh.

When he finally tried to get up, it wasn’t easy because of the arms wrapped around his waist. He wondered if they were made of nothing but muscle.

“Can’t you just not answer it…?”

Go Woonha didn’t even reply to the whining sound and got up to find his phone. A sound came from the floor, and when he looked, he found it had crawled all the way under the bed. He got on his stomach and stretched out his arm. Cha Gyuwon opened his eyes drowsily, but when he saw Go Woonha’s perked-up butt, he curled up his body. It was because he felt like he was about to get hard again.

Go Woonha retrieved his phone from under the bed and answered it.

“Yeah.”

The caller was a friend in the United States. A rare friend. One he had genuinely never slept with.

—Where are you?

“Korea.”

He answered with a yawn.

—You’re at home, right? Not a hotel.

“Not my home.”

Go Woonha tucked the phone between his shoulder and cheek and looked for his pack of cigarettes, then gave up. The person on the other end asked back in a bewildered voice.

—Not your home? What’s the occasion? You’re the guy who only sleeps in his own house.

“…That’s true.”

Go Woonha, who had started by putting on his pants, realized that too and muttered.

Come to think of it, he had slept at Cha Gyuwon’s house again. On top of that, it wasn’t even the first time he’d slept over and woken up like this. Was this the third time, or the fourth? He thought the first time was when they had done it until Cha Gyuwon whined that his skin felt like it had been peeled off, and then they had fallen asleep. The next time, his body had felt so languid that even getting dressed was a hassle, so he’d meant to just rest for a bit, but it had turned into morning. He had slept so well, better than at his own home, that he hadn’t even thought it was strange.

Go Woonha glanced at Cha Gyuwon. He had pulled the blanket over his head and was burying his face in a pillow, groaning. Woonha covered the mouthpiece and asked.

“Mr. Gyuwon, are you masturbating? If you are, don’t, just wait.”

“…I’m not. I’m not going to.”

“Why? You can. But I want you to show me.”

—Hey. Go Woonha. Who are you with?

Go Woonha returned to the call with his friend.

“Just a younger guy I know.”

At Go Woonha’s answer, Cha Gyuwon whipped his head around. He had a tearful expression. It was filled with disappointment and resentment. Go Woonha feigned innocence and smiled languidly.

“A close younger guy.”

‘Is that better?’ he mouthed. Cha Gyuwon looked dissatisfied, but as if he would settle for that for now, he buried his face in the pillow again. Or maybe he was sulking.

Anyway, it was a story that had been concluded after they had thoroughly entangled their bodies following that strange presentation. I have no thought, plan, or desire to be in a relationship. But I do like Mr. Cha Gyuwon. I don’t want to stop here, but if Mr. Cha Gyuwon doesn’t want this situation, let’s stop. At that, Cha Gyuwon had made a face like a child who could only choose one between a snack and a comfort doll.

Go Woonha went home that day, and a message came that night. The four characters saying, ‘Okay, I’ll do that,’ sounded so sullen and pouty that he burst out laughing. It could have been annoying, but maybe because he had already seen every single one of Cha Gyuwon’s extremely irksome sides, it didn’t feel that bothersome.

“What.”

—Do you know Simon?

“Simon who? Tell me his last name, too. Ah, and his profession if possible.”