IA Chapter 1.10

“Jin-han. Come here.”

At the commanding voice, Jin-han released what he had been holding back. “Haaa,” he cried out, curling his body into a ball. His abdominal muscles tensed hard, and his erection—untouched by anyone—trembled as a thin stream trickled from the tip.

A hand that had been pressing his abdomen reached out, rubbing the cock that was leaking fluid. The moment it touched the spasming shaft, Jin-han flinched, startled, and gasped in panic.

“Hngh, it’s dirty…!”

He hurriedly tried to push Jeong-yul’s arm away, but Jeong-yul countered by slowly rolling his hips, thrusting inside him. As the cock precisely pressed that spot, Jin-han threw his head back, trembling violently. At the same time, semen burst belatedly from the tip of his cock, which had been releasing fluid. Despite having come once before, the long-pent-up release was still thick and sticky, pooling in Jeong-yul’s hand.

“Well, damn…”

Jeong-yul’s chest heaved roughly behind him, the rise and fall vivid against Jin-han’s back. In a chillingly low tone, he muttered as if to himself.

“I’ve never seen someone come just from being fucked.”

His murmur, laced with both amusement and fascination, was followed by him starting to rub Jin-han’s glans. His thumb smeared the semen around the tip, circling the slit. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot from the sensitive head, and Jin-han arched his upper body, thrashing to escape while crying out.

“No, no, this, it’s… weird…! Ah, haah, ngh, weird, ugh, aah!”

It wasn’t just ticklish—it was agonizing. Unable to endure the overwhelming sensation, Jin-han mustered his strength and barely pushed Jeong-yul off. Finally, the cock slid out, and seizing the chance, Jin-han crawled out of the shower stall with trembling arms. Without a thought of crawling like a dog, he desperately tried to escape the terrifying pleasure.

Jeong-yul rose slowly, following with unhurried steps. The squelch, squelch of wet feet on the marble floor trailed Jin-han leisurely. Catching up in two strides, he extended a long arm and grabbed Jin-han’s waist firmly. Jin-han struggled to break free, but Jeong-yul didn’t budge.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

As Jin-han had sensed earlier, Jeong-yul’s strength was immense. He effortlessly lifted someone of Jin-han’s size without breaking a sweat.

“Jeong-yul, ssi, just, a break… I’m, weird… it’s weird…”

“Alright.”

The reply sounded gentle, but the action that followed wasn’t. Despite his soft words, Jeong-yul grabbed Jin-han’s hips and spread them. The cheeks now angled upward, revealed a slightly gaping hole. Staring at the twitching, stretched opening with an amused smile, Jeong-yul leisurely slid his cock back in.

Pressing down from above, the cock plunged deep, slowly stirring that innermost spot from before. Jin-han let out a guh, throwing his head back.

“Nngh…”

It was bizarre. Now, even just being penetrated made his body tremble. As if satisfied with Jin-han shuddering from taking his cock, Jeong-yul reached out and pressed hard on the back of his neck. The grip on his shoulders constricted the area, blood rushing to his head. In that state, Jin-han was fucked for dozens of minutes.

“Hngh, gasp, hah, ngh, ah, ngh, ngh, ngh…”

It felt like it would never end as Jeong-yul relentlessly drove into him. By the time his hole felt more accustomed to being stretched than not, Jeong-yul leaned over, pressing his torso against Jin-han’s back. A rough huff of breath sounded, and he reached out to grab Jin-han’s chin. With his cheek pressed to the floor and eyes unfocused, Jin-han followed the touch, turning his head.

Their eyes met.

Jin-han’s thick eyebrows and hair were soaked, and his cheeks and lips flushed red. His drool-slicked chin and mouth, and the once-sharp eyes, now softened completely, gazed submissively at Jeong-yul alone.

Jeong-yul stared obsessively into Jin-han’s dark, disheveled eyes, clouded with heat and pleasure, before slowly, deeply burying himself inside. Even in his hazy vision, Jin-han dazedly memorized Jeong-yul’s expression.

Noticing Jin-han’s gaze, Jeong-yul twisted his lips into a smile. His pitch-black eyes, so dark the pupils were invisible, curved with satisfaction.

The faint crease in his forehead, the light sweat on his brow bone—Jeong-yul’s face at that moment was so erotic it gave Jin-han chills. The faint, heated breaths leaking from Jeong-yul’s slightly parted lips were an electrifying stimulus, driving Jin-han to the edge.

Overwhelmed by the ecstasy of Jeong-yul’s face, Jin-han shuddered, clenching his hole. Letting out a hnnng moan through parted lips, he tensed his hips. A different kind of pleasure flashed through, his lower body melting. As if pleased by the tight, gripping hole aiding his climax, Jeong-yul’s chest heaved roughly, and he buried his face in the nape of Jin-han’s neck.

Chomp. Sharp white teeth bit hard into Jin-han’s nape, a thrilling sensation spreading from the spot. The feeling of thick flesh and muscle being gnawed wasn’t painful but tingling, a sparking sensation shooting down his spine before melting into languid pleasure.

Perhaps because he’d held back his climax so long, Jeong-yul’s tension lingered. Huff, huff, breathing heavily, remained buried inside Jin-han for a while, and Jin-han felt every moment of it.

‘…This is the first time I’ve felt so good.’

His mind emptied, leaving only this thought. Was it the heat radiating from their entwined bodies, the slickness of their skin, or Jeong-yul’s weight against his back? The Jeong-yul he’d thought belonged to a distant world now felt closer than anyone, as if they’d become one.

The sensation of being so intimately connected with someone was unfamiliar. It didn’t feel like he was alone, and his perpetually empty heart seemed to fill up.

Simply liking this state, Jin-han didn’t care about the bathroom floor, dazedly thinking he could stay like this forever. But no sooner had the wish formed than Jeong-yul began to move. Pulling their bodies apart, he slowly withdrew his cock. The inner walls clung to the retreating shaft, then released, leaving a sudden emptiness that made Jin-han’s heart feel hollow.

“Sorry. I must’ve been more pent-up than I thought… I couldn’t hold back.”

Jeong-yul whispered in an apologetic tone. Checking Jin-han’s immobile state, he reached out to cup his face. Unlike the dark, intense gaze from before, his eyes had returned to their usual calm. Jin-han blinked dazedly at him.

Perhaps due to the lingering afterglow of sex, his mind was slow to return. His backside ached, his insides stung, tight, yet somehow… simmering, melting…

With his mouth slightly open, staring up, Jin-han’s face was a mess of post-coital traces. Jeong-yul gazed at his flushed cheeks and teary eyes for a few seconds, then pressed his thumb firmly against Jin-han’s lips before pulling back. A glimpse of Jeong-yul’s jaw tightening as he swallowed a low breath was faintly visible.

Half-dazed, Jin-han finally snapped back. He hadn’t noticed the timing, having been fucked even after coming, but it seemed the long session was over, as nothing more followed.

‘So, um, can I move now? So that’s how sex ends. I really don’t understand the timing.’

Feeling awkward, Jin-han cautiously gauged Jeong-yul’s reaction. Jeong-yul was still watching as if waiting for a response. As his senses returned and he looked at Jeong-yul, he suddenly found him insanely attractive. Well, he’d always been handsome, but this wild and sexy? So much that he could barely meet his eyes?

He’d recognized Jeong-yul’s beauty from their first meeting, but it hadn’t shaken him like this. It wasn’t like now, where his throat felt blocked as if he’d swallowed a whole sweet potato. Shifting his gaze a mere millimeter to avoid Jeong-yul’s eyes, Jin-han felt choked.

“…Jin-han-ssi, are you okay? Can’t you get up?”

Perhaps finding Jin-han’s frozen state odd, Jeong-yul asked again. Afraid he’d stay sprawled on the bathroom floor forever, Jin-han squeezed out a response.

“Ah, no! I’m fine. I’ll get up.”

The reply, terribly late, seemed dubious, and Jeong-yul kept staring even after hearing it. To emphasize he was fine, Jin-han nodded vigorously. Seeing the exaggerated gesture, Jeong-yul let out a small chuckle and stood. As the heavy presence on his back vanished, Jin-han felt an inexplicable pang of regret.

Crossing the bathroom, Jeong-yul removed the condom with elegant, precise movements. He hadn’t held back either, as the rubber was filled with semen.

Watching him tie and toss it into the trash, Jin-han felt a sudden urge to do something and tried to stand, gripping the floor. Unbelievably, his legs wouldn’t cooperate.

‘What’s this? Am I broken?’

Tilting his head, Jin-han tried again, putting strength into his hips. Same result. ‘What the hell?’ Startled, he quickly pinched his thigh hard. It hurt, so it wasn’t paralysis, but moving was tough. It felt like he’d returned to his athlete days, practicing kicks all day.

‘Damn it. No choice. I’ll have to roll to get up.’

With a serious expression, Jin-han began rolling to the side when Jeong-yul, now back, looked down at him. Having barely flipped onto his back, Jin-han met Jeong-yul’s eyes from the floor. Watching impassively, Jeong-yul spoke.

“Your legs won’t work. I’ll take you to the bed, so stay still.”

“Wow, how’d you know?”

Amazed that Jeong-yul discerned his state just by looking, Jin-han let out an awed exclamation. Jeong-yul’s lips quirked briefly.

“Everyone I’ve been with ends up like that.”

Bending down, Jeong-yul slipped his hands behind Jin-han’s waist, as if to embrace him. Unlike the rough grabs during sex, his movements were careful, like handling someone frail. As Jeong-yul drew near again, Jin-han’s heart pounded wildly.

Waiting docilely, Jin-han suddenly realized something crucial as Jeong-yul prepared to lift him.

‘Wait. Hold on. Didn’t I pee…? Isn’t my body covered in it?’

The memory of uncontrollably wetting himself hit, and a red alarm blared in his mind. Realizing he’d dirty Jeong-yul if lifted, he jerked his upper body back and shouted.

“No, I can get up alone!”

“What’s with you all of a sudden?”

“I just remembered I’m heavy. Last I checked, I was over 81 kilos.”

“I’m much bigger than you, so it’s fine. Stay still.”

“No, I’ll get up myself!”

Too embarrassed to say “urine” aloud, Jin-han pushed hard against Jeong-yul’s chest like a stubborn dog refusing to be held. ‘I must be crazy. How could I pee during sex? In front of someone I wanted to impress?’

“You didn’t look like you could get up earlier.”

“That was just a warm-up.”

“Do you even hear yourself?”

Jeong-yul humored his nonsense, trying again to lift him. But Jin-han couldn’t face staying there any longer. Even with his oblivious nature, it was hard to feel okay after peeing in front of someone he wanted to impress.

He’d wanted to stay with Jeong-yul moments ago, but now he only wanted to flee. In a surge of panic, Jin-han summoned superhuman strength. Somehow tapping into his athlete instincts, he staggered to his feet and stumbled out of the bathroom without looking back. The urge to escape Jeong-yul overpowered the need to clean up.

“Jin-han-ssi, where are you going?”

Ignoring Jeong-yul’s call, Jin-han trudged toward the room’s door, only to falter as his strength gave out. Jeong-yul, quickly catching up, steadied him, wrapping him in his arms. Jin-han’s back pressed against a solid chest as Jeong-yul held him tightly, his strong arms preventing escape.

“You’re going outside like this? What if someone sees?”

Jeong-yul’s tone was noticeably displeased. His calm voice carried a subtle anger, and Jin-han froze, intimidated. It seemed Jeong-yul was upset by his actions.

On reflection, it made sense. Looking this pathetic outside—what would people think? Jeong-yul booked the room, and if rumors spread, it could tarnish his reputation. If he frequented this place enough to know the bar staff, everyone likely knew him.

“…I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I didn’t mean to… pee. It wasn’t on purpose. I didn’t know it’d happen…”

He’d wanted to impress Jeong-yul, to keep him close as a friend through sex, but showing such an embarrassing side wasn’t part of the plan. Despite his efforts, it felt like he’d caused the worst outcome again, and Jin-han grew desolate. He felt so pathetic that tears threatened to spill.

‘It’s all over now. I really have no talent for relationships.’

Resigned, Jin-han slumped his shoulders, but a low laugh sounded behind him. The slight vibration of Jeong-yul’s chest against his back was palpable through their touching skin. Startled by the unexpected laugh, Jin-han sniffled and widened his eyes. ‘Huh? Is he laughing?’

“Jin-han-ssi, look at me.”

Incredibly, Jeong-yul’s voice carried genuine amusement. Turning quickly, Jin-han saw him smiling, eyes crinkled. Jeong-yul looked down at the teary, wary Jin-han like he was adorable, reaching out to rub his eyes.

“You ran because you were embarrassed.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Why? I told you to come. It’s not that weird, so don’t worry.”

Jeong-yul’s touch was tender, like handling something precious, as he continued to caress Jin-han’s eyes. Staring intently at his tear-streaked face, he whispered.

“I don’t know how you felt, but I liked what we did. More than I expected—so much it was hard to hold back. Since it was your first time bottoming, I didn’t plan to go all the way in the bathroom…”

Hearing Jeong-yul’s explanation, Jin-han felt some relief. His mistake didn’t seem to have ruined the experience too much. Thank goodness.

“I… I liked it too.”

Forgetting his earlier distress, Jin-han seized the moment to reply eagerly. Jeong-yul’s lips twisted into a half-smile.

“It wasn’t painful?”

“It hurts, but… not as bad as I thought… it wasn’t torture.”

Describing it in detail was hard. It was all new sensations, unfamiliar pleasures, making it vague to explain. Like trying to describe something formless.

“You took it better than I expected.”

Jeong-yul’s hand, which had been caressing his eyes, slowly moved down to press Jin-han’s abdomen. Long fingers gently traced the well-defined abs before firmly gripping just above his groin.

“I rarely get to go all the way in.”

Feeling the pressure on his abdomen, heat stirred inside Jin-han. The moment he flinched, his cock twitched. Glancing down, Jeong-yul’s lips curled. A satisfied smile bloomed on his face.

“I’ve never met someone like you, Jin-han-ssi.”

Unsure if it was praise, it didn’t feel negative. Taking courage, Jin-han asked, his earlier shame morphing into strange anticipation and excitement.

“So… will you do it again? Be my sex friend?”

Seeing Jin-han’s sparkling eyes, as if he’d forgotten his earlier urge to flee, Jeong-yul let out a dry chuckle.

“If you’re okay with it.”

“I’m totally fine!”

“What we did today was basic. It’ll get tougher. Still good?”

Over an hour of sex in the bathroom, and that was basic? Jin-han rolled his eyes, unable to comprehend. But… not understanding didn’t mean he disliked it. The strange sensations were disorienting, but he got why people loved sex—it was incredible.

There was just one concern.

“…But, do you think I’ll make mistakes like today again? I tried to hold it, but somehow I couldn’t.”

“It’s something beyond your control, so it’s hard to say for certain.”

Jeong-yul answered without hesitation. As Jin-han’s face fell in worry, he felt Jeong-yul’s cock momentarily swell against him. Startled again, Jin-han flinched and asked.

“Why?”

“It’s just because it feels too good. It’s not dirty or a mistake, so don’t worry about it.”

“Are you really okay with me… doing that? I mean, it’s dirty.”

“Hmm. I just found it cute.”

Jeong-yul sweetly dismissed Jin-han’s worried murmur. At the embarrassing word, Jin-han’s face contorted in shock. ‘Cute? Me? I’m more of the powerful, cool type. Jeong-yul’s got unique taste.’

“What’s with that expression?”

Amused by Jin-han’s appalled expression, Jeong-yul gently teased him. The playful tone made the distance between them feel smaller than before sex, and Jin-han relaxed. ‘So, people can pee during sex…’

‘Wow, I learned so much today.’ That “top” and “bottom” are terms, what “vanilla” means, the lesson that nodding along ignorantly can lead to trouble, and that Jeong-yul’s cock is huge and intimidating.

Reflecting on his experiential knowledge, Jin-han felt relieved to have survived his first sex. He didn’t get to “use” his lower half as imagined, but he’d become an adult. He’d gained a lot.

“No matter what, I can’t dirty Jeong-yul! I’ll try my best to hold it in from now on!”

Energized, Jin-han vowed resolutely. His promise not to pee again echoed in the room.

“Good. If you can, go for it.”

The cryptic reply wasn’t particularly expectant, but taking it as positive, Jin-han nodded enthusiastically, and his mood lifted. Then, stealing a quick glance at Jeong-yul’s cock, which had been asserting its presence near his abdomen, he said softly, ‘It’s been distracting me.’

“…And, if you want to do it again, we can.”

His legs were shaky, his waist ached, and his hole was swollen and stinging, but wanting Jeong-yul to enjoy being with him, Jin-han boldly offered.

But Jeong-yul just chuckled, ruffling Jin-han’s hair. Running his fingers through the disheveled short strands, he stepped back. His erect cock remained, but instead of continuing, he took Jin-han’s calloused hand, leading him gently.

“It’s your first time from behind, so it’ll be too much strain to continue. I’ll run a bath for you—rest and get some sleep.”

“Oh, okay!”

Finding himself guided, Jin-han obediently sat on the bed. Jeong-yul finished a quick shower, put on a robe, and then did various things for Jin-han, moving his long legs with casual strides. He boiled water in the electric kettle, mixed it with cold water and placed it beside Jin-han, and filled the bathtub.

The relentless intensity during sex seemed a lie; Jeong-yul’s movements were quiet and calm. Worried he was staring too much, Jin-han couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Watching for a while, Jin-han unknowingly closed his eyes. He fell into a deep, blackout-like sleep. Jeong-yul’s voice, calling him softly from above, seemed to echo, but its gentle, soothing tone made waking impossible.

The faint sound of footsteps approached. The rustle of a blanket being draped over him sounded dreamlike, and the hand stroking his hair was warm enough to melt all his earlier tension and anxiety. As his exhausted body let go of consciousness, a sudden thought flashed through his mind.

‘The person who dates Jeong-yul… do they always get this kind of care?’

The unconscious thought sent a pang through his chest. Imagining someone by Jeong-yul’s side someday sparked an inexplicable envy. Surely, Jeong-yul would be a great boyfriend.

Of course… for someone like him, whose tastes were the complete opposite of Jeong-yul’s, it was an absurd notion.

The thought, rising like bubbles in his fading consciousness, stirred Jin-han’s heart chaotically before vanishing as he fully succumbed to sleep.

But it didn’t disappear completely—it merely sank, hiding somewhere deep within.