PSY CH 38

“Don’t—ugh, don’t do that.”

Startled, Jooyoung pushed his shoulder. With a wet pop, the nipple slipped out from between Dohyun’s reddened lips, glistening. 

“What now?”

Dohyun looked up with clear frustration.

Watching him, Jooyoung was overwhelmed by a feeling he couldn’t quite describe. The slow, deliberate caresses that warmed his body, the way Dohyun focused on Jooyoung’s pleasure rather than chasing his own release—it was sex.

Of course, what they were doing was sex… but it wasn’t like they were emotionally involved. So why was it this intense? 

To be honest, Jooyoung had assumed their relationship would be one-sided, with him simply servicing Dohyun. But things were unfolding in the exact opposite way. Dohyun had been the one asking to be taught, yet now he was the one putting so much effort into heating up Jooyoung’s body.

“What’s so different this time?”

“…It just is.”

Jooyoung gently removed Dohyun’s hands from his waist and knelt down on the floor. As he placed his hand on Dohyun’s thigh, the muscle twitched. Tension slowly built until the muscle hardened like a rock. It was hard to believe this was the same boy who used to be so scrawny that his joints practically showed through his skin.

Jooyoung, unfamiliar with the sensation, slowly moved his hand toward Dohyun’s inner thigh.

“What are you doing?”

A cold voice came from above his head. Before he could even look up, his hand was grabbed.

“Ah…!”

A short moan escaped Jooyoung’s lips at the sharp pain, and though Dohyun immediately eased his grip, he didn’t let go.

“Why?”

“I said, what do you think you’re doing right now?”

Even though Dohyun clearly already knew what Jooyoung was about to do, he asked anyway—like he didn’t like where this was heading. 

Jooyoung stayed silent, lightly squirming his trapped fingers. He’d never met anyone who disliked oral. Even he liked receiving it. He just didn’t particularly enjoy giving it.

“You’re gonna use your mouth?”

Dohyun smirked, interpreting the silence on his own.

“What? Did you come here to sell your body?” 

Jooyoung’s eyes turned cold and hard. He knew Dohyun was trying to provoke him on purpose, but that didn’t make the words any less infuriating. So he answered with an equally defiant tone.

“This is how I do it.”

“…”

“You’re the one who asked to learn, right? How it’s done?”

Dohyun let out a scoff.

“This is how you normally do it?”

“Yeah. If you can’t handle it, then quit right here.”

Jooyoung looked up at him with a provocative gaze. Their eyes locked, the tension between them flaring hot. A sharp click sounded through Dohyun’s clenched teeth. Then, slowly, he spoke.

“…You’re the one who won’t be able to handle it.”

A large hand came up to cradle under Jooyoung’s chin, thumb and middle finger pressing into his cheeks, as if testing the width of his mouth. Jooyoung turned his head away, shaking off the hand.

Dohyun backed off without resistance and leaned back, bracing himself against the bed with his hands.

“Well, go ahead. Try it.”

Jooyoung lifted himself from where he’d been resting on his heels. The outline showing through the thin training pants was unusually large. Only then did Jooyoung fully understand what Dohyun meant by not being able to handle it. Still, it was too late to back down now, so he firmly reached out. 

When he pulled down the pants and underwear together, the trapped erection sprang free with a light thwack. It bobbed heavily in the air, already fully hard. Clear fluid clung to the open slit at the tip. 

He had no idea what Dohyun had gotten so aroused from, but it had nearly hit him in the face. That’s how long and thick it was. Even if he covered it with both hands, the head might still peek out, and it didn’t seem like he could wrap his fingers all the way around the shaft. Thick veins twisted along the length like tree roots, making it look almost grotesque. It wasn’t the kind of thing anyone would want to put in their mouth.

When Jooyoung didn’t move, frozen in place, Dohyun gave him a smug, irritating smirk. 

“I told you. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

He sounded downright cocky.

“…”

Jooyoung clamped his lips shut and looked away. After a moment’s hesitation, he raised his hand and wrapped it around the shaft. He still couldn’t bring himself to put it in his mouth. Instead, he slowly stroked up and down, using the precum gathered at the tip to coat the shaft. A slick, obscene sound began to fill the room.

Pale white fingers moved deftly over his shaft, as if each one had a will of its own. When sliding down the length, the grip loosened slightly, but when wrapping around the head, the pressure tightened to the point of being almost unbearable.

Dohyun furrowed his brows and swallowed a breath.

“…Kuh.”

But the moan that escaped him, helpless and raw, made him wince. The unfamiliar sensation of his trembling eyes was startling. The searing pleasure rippled through his abdomen, making his muscles twitch violently. Strength began to build in the hand braced against the bed. Veins running across the back of his hand coiled up his forearm like vines.

Jooyoung slowly stuck out his tongue, feeling the pulsing arousal in his hand. Then he licked the tip. Despite its intimidating appearance, it was as soft as a baby’s skin.

“Ah, fuck.”

Dohyun suddenly doubled over, hastily covering his mouth. His cock gave a hard, involuntary twitch. 

Jooyoung briefly pulled his tongue away and glanced up at Dohyun. He saw Dohyun’s eyelids fluttering rapidly. It wasn’t a reaction of rejection, so Jooyoung lowered his head again. Then he took the soft hollow beneath the head into his mouth and gave a gentle suck.

In that instant, Dohyun’s face twisted all at once.

“W-Wait, kuh…”

A flash of pleasure shot up his spine, momentarily blinding him. The sudden wave of climax hit without warning—he grabbed Jooyoung’s shoulder in a panic, but it was already too late. 

The jolt hit like something that had been trapped in a tight space and then burst free. His cock gave a powerful twitch as it released thick, sticky cum. The viscous fluid trickled down Jooyoung’s fingers.

“Haa… haa…”

Dohyun covered his face with one hand, eyes shut tight from the abrupt release. The aftershocks of pleasure spread through his whole body. His breath came fast and ragged.

By the time the blinding sensation subsided, he slowly began to process what had just happened.

“…Fuck.”

Jooyoung had one eye closed, his lips slightly parted. His eyelashes were damp, streaked with cloudy semen. Startled, Dohyun reached out and gently wiped Jooyoung’s left eye with his thumb. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to have gotten into his eye—the whites were still clear as usual.

“Uh…”

Jooyoung blinked a few times, started to lift his head, then froze as his expression hardened. Dohyun, who had been reaching for a tissue on the nightstand, halted his movement.

“What is it?”

“…Nothing.”

Jooyoung cut himself off mid-sentence, closing his mouth. But his eyes were darting around, clearly flustered. Dohyun quickly spoke up.

“Does it… always happen like this…?”

But he, too, couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Even he had to admit it was an unusually quick release—but trying to explain it would only make it more embarrassing. Rubbing his reddened ears roughly with his palm, he spoke with forced irritation.

“What’s next.”

“Huh?”

“What’s next. You have to tell me everything.”

Jooyoung blinked in a daze, then let out a soft “Ah…”

The reason Jooyoung had looked so conflicted wasn’t anything Dohyun said—it was the fact that, after ejaculation, Dohyun’s cock had briefly softened, only to swell up again almost immediately. Usually, after a climax, most people couldn’t get hard again so quickly, lost in the afterglow. Even using his mouth had been meant to trigger a faster release.

So seeing it grow back to full size, like nothing had happened, had caught him completely off guard. 

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll do what I want.”

Without much effort, Dohyun pulled Jooyoung upright. Standing straight on instinct, Jooyoung flinched when he felt a hot hand slipping under his shorts. He instinctively tried to lean away—then paused, wondering if Dohyun might lose his erection if he saw another man’s genitals up close. That thought made him hold still.

“…Ugh.”

With a deadly serious expression, Dohyun groped his butt. As if fascinated by something so small it didn’t even fill one hand, he slid his fingers under Jooyoung’s underwear and kept feeling around.

Unlike Jooyoung’s soft, pliant skin, Dohyun’s hands were rough, like someone used to hard labor. Jooyoung bore the discomfort in silence and waited.

After a moment, Dohyun withdrew his hand from beneath the shorts. Then he gripped both the waistband and the underwear, slowly pulling them down. Jooyoung’s heart pounded as if it might burst.

“…”

“…”

The clothes fell with a soft thud around his ankles. Jooyoung turned his head to the left, staring off into empty space. Unfortunately, his cock was positioned right at Dohyun’s eye level.

But no matter how long he waited, there was no reaction. He had braced himself for the worst—imagined Dohyun clamping a hand over his mouth and bolting out of the room. Instead, only silence stretched between them. 

Perplexed, Jooyoung lowered his gaze from the empty air. For some reason, Dohyun had a completely blank expression. He wasn’t even breathing—there was no sound of air passing through his slightly parted lips. 

“…Hwang Dohyun?

Jooyoung called to him cautiously. Only then did Dohyun blink, as if coming back to himself. 

“…The hair…”

“Huh?”

“Why is there no hair…?”

Muttering to himself, Dohyun’s expression suddenly twisted in confusion.