By Zephyria 
It was an act that amounted to nothing more than a light kiss. And it was an act that ended all too quickly. This was thanks to Yeon-jun, who, after being dazed for a moment, quickly regained his senses and fumbled backward.
“Hyung, suddenly doing this…”
Eun-ha tilted his head again with a lukewarm expression, as if he couldn’t hear him at all. Pressing his lips firmly against the other’s once more, he had to pull away again shortly after, ending the encounter with a close-up view of eyes clouded with deep embarrassment. Once again, the act was broken by Yeon-jun retreating.
And then Eun-ha tilted his head again. With a deadpan expression, as if he had expected this. He poured himself toward Yeon-jun as much as the other fled. In the process, he thought it was so typical of him to only think about distancing himself rather than trying to push the other away.
A strange emotion washed over him anew, sparked by the temperament of a man who couldn’t even bring himself to grab a shoulder and force a separation. How should he put it? He felt like a villain tormenting a very kind and docile little lamb held in his grasp…
To be precise, it was the feeling of being swept up in an unknown wave while watching that angelic little lamb, who showed no intention of escaping his grasp despite being tormented so much.
Separately, his desire to break Yeon-jun’s self-imposed resolve remained. If the reason he was enduring and suppressing himself was because of him, then there was truly no need for it at all.
How many times did they repeat this cycle of pressing in and pulling away? Eventually, Yeon-jun, leaning back endlessly, collapsed with a thud, his head hitting the sofa in a gesture of surrender. Eun-ha, who had naturally ended up in a position straddling him at some point, let his eyes glint like a truly wicked villain. Overlapping their bodies as if falling, he tilted his chin up and barely pressed his lips to the corner of the other’s mouth. As he nibbled on the lips as if demanding surrender, a faint, leaking laugh was heard. It was the sound of someone who had lost the will to argue further.
Eun-ha adjusted his posture to make kissing easier. When he shifted slightly upward, he saw eyes that had gone slack with a trace of laughter. The moment their gazes met, a light resentment, bordering on a joke, was conveyed.
“Hyung. Really… why are you doing this to me?”
“What did I do?”
It was a brazen response, even to his own ears. Of course, since Eun-ha possessed a fairly thick skin, he declared it without any change in expression.
“You said you could endure it. Keep enduring.”
It had been a while since he felt the swollen volume of the lower body he was sitting upon. That was why he had spoken so nonchalantly on purpose. Soon, Eun-ha lowered his head slightly and began to leave slow bird kisses. Still locking eyes, slowly. Once, twice, three times.
In a phenomenon where time seemed to flow exceptionally slow, the pupils they faced grew complex and blurred as the short kisses repeated. As if wavering, or perhaps resigning.
It was around the sixth time their lips met that arms wrapped around his waist. For the first time, Yeon-jun, who had only been unilaterally receiving, responded. Eun-ha looked down silently, and Yeon-jun, with a sigh that was barely audible, lightly bit Eun-ha’s lips.
With a feeling of excitement for some reason, Eun-ha closed his eyes, feeling the arms, applying a moderate amount of strength, hug his waist tightly and pull him close.
The man tended to kiss too softly. It didn’t suit his looks at all, but it suited his mushy personality perfectly. The sensation of a tongue slowly rubbing inside his mouth made his peripheral nerves stand on end. It was beyond ticklish; it was enough to give his entire body goosebumps. The stimulating sensation and the humid exchange of breath quickly brought a surge of heat. It was around the time his stomach felt flushed from the volume pressing hard against him, fully erect.
Haa, with a breath like a lament, their lips parted for a moment. Immediately, a forehead and bridge of a nose rubbed randomly against one cheek.
“Hyung…”
A voice that naturally evoked a feeling of heartache rushed in. A call that clearly showed patience had reached its limit. If a whimpering puppy turned into a human, this is probably what it would look like.
Yet, it was funny that the most he could do was put all his strength into the arms wrapped around him. That pressure, as if trying to control himself.
Long sighs poured into his ear. A sigh. Another sigh. And then.
“…Can I?”
It was a slightly cracked voice. At the question that was almost a whisper, Eun-ha let out a small laugh. Then, he wore a disinterested expression, as if his momentum had broken. I’ve been answering so kindly this whole time, why are you asking again? He had no desire to exchange verbal queries one by one on how they should have sex.
“Don’t ask, just do it.”
“Is that really okay?”
“Yeah. Things like this are meant to be done as you please.”
“…As I please.”
“Yep. Whatever you want to do.”
If he wanted to, he could just do it; there was no need to ask for his consent. Such things weren’t particularly important. Naturally, there was no need to endure either. It really didn’t matter how he did it. Because they were in a relationship where that was okay.
Strictly speaking, it wouldn’t have mattered even if they weren’t dating.
However, Yeon-jun paused for a moment, then widened the gap slightly to meet his eyes. Facing him obediently, Eun-ha could see a slightly sunken expression. A face that looked like he had something to say.
At that easily readable sign, Eun-ha also flinched momentarily. He wondered if he had unintentionally been too condescending, as if he were teaching him.
Because being able to teach meant it was synonymous with knowing that much.
It was quite obvious that giving a partner a distance that implied a relationship with others would cause unpleasantness. It was something learned through experience. Of course, the one who suffered in silence while imagining and guessing the relationship between a partner and others was Eun-ha.
Yeon-jun likely knew about his past, but simply knowing it and having the subject surface directly were entirely different matters. Just as Eun-ha was about to open his mouth to fix the situation, Yeon-jun spoke faster.
“I think that’s a bit wrong.”
“Huh?”
“How can I only do it as I please?”
His lips parted silently, momentarily losing his place at the unexpected point of contention. Yeon-jun had a face that looked like he found it slightly difficult to understand. And Eun-ha was about to find it difficult to understand as well.
“Isn’t this… something we do so we can both enjoy it?”
His voice was clearly embarrassed. Even so, having said his piece, Yeon-jun gazed at him with eyes faintly reddened by the heat. In short, he meant that sex is something two people do to feel good together, so what happens if only one person does as they please?
Well, that’s… since I’d probably enjoy it regardless of how it’s done…
But he couldn’t answer like that. Eun-ha seriously agonized over how to respond, but since any way he answered would only result in admitting he was a slut, he chose silence.
Yeon-jun, sending a light reproach with his eyes at that silence, seemed to think for a moment and then grabbed one of Eun-ha’s wrists. Carefully pulling it, he placed Eun-ha’s hand on his cheek. Just as Eun-ha was about to look a bit bewildered by the naturally effortless aegyo, Yeon-jun spoke.
“Hyung, please teach me.”
“…Teach you what.”
“Because I’m not very good at it.”
“…What. You?”
This was the first he’d heard of it. Not good at it? Well, from his own direct experience, Eun-ha had never received such an impression. In the first place, he had a size that made it difficult to give the impression of being ‘not good.’ Rather…
“Back then, you struggled so much, Hyung.”
“—Ah.”
So that’s why.