By Zephyria 
The stimulation he had considered quite thrilling was, in reality, as light as a child’s prank. Even as pain throbbed and raced forward every time his skin was bitten, he felt a sudden tightening in his navel, and his breath grew shallow.
Yoo Jiha, who had been lying beneath him at some point, panting and lost in confusion, felt his spine stiffen. The man’s large, long hand pushed up his T-shirt and slid inside. While he had lightly caressed him during their kisses, this was the first time those hands had ever pushed aside his clothes.
Whether it was due to the alcohol or some other reason, the hot hand—warmer than usual—caressed the bare skin of his abdomen and waist. Jiha’s mind grew clouded by the stubborn, relentless movements, making him feel as if every inch of skin the man brushed against would leave a mark.
‘No way, is he, he, he…! I, I haven’t even showered, and my underwear—ugh, it’s that funny pair my mom bought me…!’
Unlike the elementary schoolers whose encounters ended with a peck on the cheek, this was a meeting between adults. He had once thought to himself that they would eventually progress beyond kissing, and he had even comforted himself with such thoughts, but he had never let his fantasies grow into anything more concrete. This was because the kisses and skinship he shared with Jeil Heon had been gentle, and for now, simply reflecting on the fact that they were in a romantic relationship was overwhelming enough.
But the current Jeil Heon was different. The breath etched into his skin was hot, and the body pressing down from above was stubborn. There was a clear intention in the way he touched him. It was likely what one would define as lust.
“…….”
He swallowed hard. He was surprised and incredibly nervous because the situation had happened so suddenly, but naturally, he didn’t hate it. The only thing giving him pause was that he was wearing childish, tacky underwear—but the lights were off, so it should be fine, right?
“Ah-huk!”
Suddenly, Jeil Heon’s hand grazed and twisted his nipple. The stimulation hitting a part of his body he had never once associated with sex was bewildering, and beyond that, it was electrifying. It hurt, yet it felt good. How could such a sentence even be possible?
“……Jiha.”
As if responding to the first high-pitched moan, Jeil Heon finally spoke. In that voice, still deeply thick with alcohol, a vivid heat flickered as if it were visible. Soon, that heat swallowed Yoo Jiha’s lips.
Hot, urgent breaths rushed in and occupied his mouth. A thick tongue pushed through the gap of his startled lips, licking deep into his throat. Reflexively, his breath hitched and he let out a few small coughs, but the man refused to let go. Instead, he entangled himself with Jiha’s flustered tongue, rubbing against it roughly.
“Hng, ugh, hng…….”
He had thought he had become quite skilled at kissing, but it was a delusion. He didn’t know how to respond to the desire that ravaged his mouth as if it belonged to the other. It felt as if the kisses that had gently guided and taught him so he could keep up had been a lie.
He didn’t even know how to breathe. As his trembling hands accidentally scratched the man’s nape due to the lack of oxygen, their lips finally parted, but before he could catch his breath a few times, he was swallowed again. The man roughly swept across his lingual frenulum and nibbled on his soft tongue, sucking it in so hard that tears welled up from the soreness in his mouth.
It would be a lie to say he didn’t shrink back from the suddenly rough kissing. However, Yoo Jiha already knew this kind of kiss. Even while sharing soft kisses that moved like a gentle wave, hadn’t a secret anticipation been ignited within him? Though his own kissing was still clumsy, every cell in his body woke up vividly, and he willingly accepted and swallowed the stimulation born from the rough desire occupying his mouth. Blood circulated rapidly, and his lower abdomen burned hot.
“Nng……. Huk.”
He had tried Sueum before. He also naturally knew that sexual arousal leads to an erection, which leads to sex. However, he had never imagined he could get this excited from just kissing, so his already hazy consciousness couldn’t keep up with reality.
And as if reading his desire, the man’s thigh pushed through between his knees. Yoo Jiha, who had been squirming helplessly, reflexively rubbed his groin against the heavy pressure pressing between his legs.
“Ha-uk!”
A moan escaped him at the direct stimulation. The underwear pressing uncomfortably against his hardening member felt suffocating. He finally realized it. He was erect. At the same time, he instinctively realized what that thick mass rubbing against the inside of his spread thighs was. This feeling—the one he had felt for a fleeting moment when their thighs brushed during a previous kiss.
“Huu…….”
Jeil Heon finally pulled his lips away and looked down at him with a dark gaze. Their lower bodies remained pressed tightly together. Even at this moment, the mass poking into his thigh was felt vividly. It was the exact opposite of that time when he had pulled away the moment their thighs brushed.
Yoo Jiha unconsciously licked his lower lip and swallowed hard. A kiss so intense that it made his lips swell was also something that hadn’t happened until now. Right now, while he was so drunk that his drinking habits were coming out, he would probably tell him honestly.
“Mister……. Are you, h-hard for me?”
“Yes.”
“Were you, l-like that last time when we kissed too?”
“Which kiss?”
“In the, the Aberrant Realm…….”
“Mostly.”
Waaaah……. Yoo Jiha felt his earlobes flush deep red. They had kissed so many times; how had he never let it show?
“Mister, do you wa-wa-want to do it with me?”
“Do what?”
“S-s-s-sex.”
So bold! Like an adult! To ask if he wanted to have sex with him right to his face! Even as he asked, he felt his tongue curl in embarrassment. He was certain the man would answer yes this time, but the reaction was different. The sparkling left eye seemed to cloud over and sink gloomily.
“I can’t do it…….”
Yoo Jiha pouted slightly and asked back.
“At your age, do you have to date for two years before you can hold hands and stuff?”
“That’s bullshit…….”
“…….”
He knew the man was talking nonsense, but hearing it from the source made him want to smack him in the mouth. When he tapped the man’s lips with his fingertips, Jeil Heon grabbed his hand and licked it all the way up.
He almost let out a strange, high-pitched squeak. It was just the sensation of a wet tongue passing over the skin of his finger, yet his shoulders hunched and his lower abdomen grew hot. His locked lower body twisted painfully. He could feel the man’s member, hidden behind the training pants, twitching right against the inside of his thigh. Ah, what should I do? Yoo Jiha closed his eyes tight. He wanted to throw off his pants right this second.
“Can you lend me your hand?”
“W-why my hand?”
Instead of answering, he moved the captured hand downward. The moment his fingers brushed against the bulge in the training pants, Yoo Jiha was startled and reflexively pulled his hand back. Jeil Heon’s breathing grew ragged.
“Jiha. Do you hate it when I do this?”
“…….”
“Sorry. If you hate it, I won’t.”
“I-it’s not that I hate it…….”
Trying to explain that he was just surprised because it was sudden felt somehow pathetic. In times like this, actions speak louder than words. His throat felt parched. With a hand trembling from nervousness, Yoo Jiha gently caressed the bulge below.
“……Ugh.”
Even though it was just that, Jeil Heon’s waist shuddered violently. As soon as the hasty hand pulled down the waistband of the pants and the drawers together, the suffocatingly pressed member popped out. Pulled by the man’s hand into gripping the member, Yoo Jiha forgot how to breathe. Something much larger and hotter than what he had accidentally witnessed before was rubbing against his palm.
‘Now, wh-what do I do…….’
He swallowed hard. A searing heat poked and pierced through, as if scorching his skin. And the distinct shape touching his palm was incomparable to when the man was clothed.
All his nerves focused on another person’s member, something he had never been interested in his entire life. He became curious about what it looked like, what kind of longing it held, and his face flushed at the fact that this evidence of desire was caused by him. He wanted to confirm every detail of the man’s arousal.
And amidst those tangled desires, he instinctively knew what he had to do. With a gesture that trembled more than before, yet without hesitation, Yoo Jiha wrapped his hand around the thick member.
The left eye, shining in the darkness, poured over him as if it were about to devour him.