UCCU | Chapter 3.6

“What on earth are you doing, rubbing yourself on the floor like that?”

“The sunlight feels so good. Wanna lie down here too?”

Ihyun didn’t even pretend to consider Seonwoo’s lazy suggestion. Seonwoo suddenly realized he might be getting a little too comfortable in front of someone who was supposed to be out for revenge, and tried to sit up, but Ihyun pushed him back down by the shoulder. Then, in a mocking tone, he said,

“You’re going to end up lying down anyway, so why get up?”

Seonwoo’s mind snapped back to attention in an instant. He scrambled back on his butt, flustered.

“But, it’s… daytime?”

“So what if it’s daytime? I put you here so I could do whatever I want, whenever I want.”

Ihyun sounded like a total villain as he strode closer. His big frame loomed over Seonwoo, casting a shadow that made his sun-warmed body suddenly feel cold. Ihyun gripped his shoulder so hard it felt like it might break.

“You think I set this place up for your comfort?”

Didn’t you? You filled this room with all the stuff I like… And why are you trying to get revenge on me like this, anyway? Or is this just some kind of dominance thing?

All those questions rose up in Seonwoo’s throat, but he swallowed them down. Ihyun stared at Seonwoo’s flustered face, and slowly his grip loosened.

Ihyun’s black eyes, as he straddled Seonwoo, were burning with lust. The desire was so obvious that Seonwoo couldn’t move, just flustered and frozen. Every time Ihyun got like this, it totally threw Seonwoo off.

Suddenly, Ihyun let go of his shoulder and lifted up Seonwoo’s t-shirt. Maybe he’d just come in from outside, because his hand was ice-cold, and Seonwoo flinched reflexively. Ihyun’s stern voice came down.

“Stay still.”

With just those words, Ihyun pinned Seonwoo in place, his tense abs trembling under the cold palm. Ihyun’s hand pressed flat against his warm stomach.

“You’re nice and warm.”

He muttered, then slid his hand up from Seonwoo’s side to his armpit, making Seonwoo twitch. The sensation was somewhere between ticklish and shivery, and Seonwoo squirmed. Ihyun smirked.

“Are you trying to act all innocent right now?”

“Innocent…? What?”

“You’re a virgin, hyung.”

Well, it was true that he’d been too busy just surviving to ever really date anyone. He’d turned down confessions more than once. Still, the way Ihyun just declared it made Seonwoo a little annoyed, and also a bit suspicious—how could he be so sure? He denied it reflexively.

“No, I’m not!”

“You’re not?”

Ihyun’s eyes turned sharp as he slid his hand up the other side, enjoying Seonwoo’s reactions. Suddenly, his gaze turned scary, like he’d snapped. Seonwoo froze, startled by the intensity.

“Why not? When, where, with who? How did it happen? How long did it last?”

“Uh, no, I mean, that’s—”

Ihyun raked his nails down Seonwoo’s side, making him yelp. It would’ve been better if it just hurt, but the sensation was so ticklish it was impossible not to react. Without thinking, Seonwoo grabbed Ihyun’s wrist and shouted,

“I haven’t! I haven’t! Just stop…!”

“See? I knew it. You scared me for a second, saying you weren’t a virgin.”

Ihyun shook off Seonwoo’s hand, annoyed. The crude word “virgin” made Seonwoo freeze, and while he was still stunned, Ihyun yanked up his shirt. In an instant, his pale stomach and chest were exposed, and when Seonwoo tried to pull his shirt back down, Ihyun pushed his hands away.

“If you don’t want to be tied up, keep your hands still.”

Remembering the handcuffs and shackles in the storage box, Seonwoo hesitated. Ihyun’s hand moved again, now warmer than before. As his fingers wandered over Seonwoo’s stomach, Seonwoo swallowed hard. The higher his hand went, the more goosebumps he got.

“I-Ihyun…”

This didn’t feel right, so he called his name, but it didn’t seem like Ihyun even heard. Seonwoo, tense as could be, finally noticed that Ihyun’s hand was shaking. His palm and fingers were damp with sweat. Maybe he was even more nervous than Seonwoo.

When their eyes met, Seonwoo couldn’t say his name again, just opened his mouth. Ihyun’s black eyes were shining, almost wet, and a little crazy. He didn’t blink, and the whites of his eyes were turning red, his body trembling.

It was like he was someone who’d finally achieved something he’d longed for. The look of ecstasy on his face was so intense that Seonwoo couldn’t look away.

‘He’s… pretty…’

It was a weird thought to have about another guy, but Seonwoo just stared up at him, dazed. Ihyun’s breathing got rougher as he leaned in, until he was so close he cast a shadow over Seonwoo’s face.

Plop.

A red drop landed on Seonwoo’s cheek. Then blood started running from Ihyun’s nose. But Ihyun, half out of it, just kept staring at Seonwoo.

Startled, Seonwoo reached out and pinched his nose. Only then did Ihyun seem to snap out of it.

“What the hell?”

Ihyun’s voice was all nasal as he frowned. He awkwardly lowered the hand that was blocking his nose and raised the other.

Seonwoo rolled up his sleeve and wiped away the blood, and only then did Ihyun seem to realize he was having a nosebleed.

He glanced at Seonwoo’s now-red sleeve, then straightened up, glaring at Seonwoo like it was his fault.

“This is all because of you.”

“You’re blaming your nosebleed on me?”

“Yes.”

He was blaming his weak nose on Seonwoo? It was ridiculous, but then again, maybe it was Seonwoo’s fault his nose got weak after being locked in that dank basement for a month as a kid. Feeling guilty, Seonwoo just nodded and got up.

“Yeah, okay.”

As Ihyun wiped his nose with the back of his hand, he snapped, “Where are you going?” Why was he so on guard about Seonwoo leaving the room? Seonwoo ignored him and went to the bathroom, wetting a soft towel and coming back to wipe Ihyun’s hands.

He thought Ihyun would push him away, but Ihyun just let him do it.

Luckily, the nosebleed stopped while Seonwoo was scrubbing his face and hands. The wild look in Ihyun’s eyes faded back to normal, and Seonwoo felt relieved.

“There, all clean.”

Seonwoo spoke like he was talking to a little kid, holding the bloodstained towel. But apparently, he was the only one who thought things were over. Ihyun snatched the towel and tossed it aside, then backed Seonwoo into a corner.

“I’ll let you off for today.”

“Let me off… for what?”

“I just realized there’s no lube.”

“What are you letting me off for?!”

The word “lube” made Seonwoo blurt out in shock, and Ihyun came even closer. Pressed between the soft wall and Ihyun, Seonwoo swallowed hard. Up close, Ihyun’s face looked even more handsome, making it hard to keep his composure. Ihyun grabbed Seonwoo’s ankles and put them on his own thighs.

“Are you going to take them off, or should I?”

“Neither…”

Ignoring Seonwoo’s protest, Ihyun yanked down his pants. Seonwoo tried to resist, but the comfy elastic pants slid right off. When he tried to cover himself, Ihyun pinned his hands to the wall and stared between his legs.

“Are you a pervert, hyung? You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“You’re the one who didn’t give me any!”

Seonwoo protested, feeling totally wronged. It wasn’t like he wanted to go commando. The room had everything he needed to live, except for some reason, no underwear.

Even the ones he’d been wearing disappeared while he was in the shower, so he had no choice but to just wear pants. But Ihyun’s eyes sparkled as he muttered,

“Pervert…”

Ihyun stared intently at Seonwoo’s dick, then flicked the tip with his finger. Seonwoo flinched, and Ihyun pressed down even harder, making it hard to breathe.

Ihyun started gently circling the glans with his fingertip, and Seonwoo clamped his mouth shut, afraid he’d make a weird sound. Goosebumps ran all over his body.

Ihyun, totally focused, pinched the tip between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and rubbing it. Seonwoo’s face turned bright red with embarrassment. He couldn’t even look at what was happening between his legs, just squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away.

It all felt unreal, like a dream. Being kidnapped by Ihyun, this weirdly nice room for “revenge,” and what Ihyun was doing to him now. His mind and body both felt like they were floating, so he didn’t even have the energy to feel bad about it.

For all his talk about virgins and lube, Ihyun was actually super clumsy and awkward. And Seonwoo was way too turned on by those clumsy hands.

All Ihyun did was touch him with his fingers, but Seonwoo’s dick swelled up hard in no time. His face was burning. He thought Ihyun would tease him, but instead, Ihyun just grabbed him with one hand, saying nothing. Seonwoo squirmed and groaned.

“…Do you like it?”

He tried to answer, but only a breathy moan came out. He hunched his shoulders, and Ihyun sighed, then started moving his hand up and down. Seonwoo finally cracked his eyes open, and their gazes met.

“You like it, right?”

He couldn’t say yes or no, just bit his lip, so Ihyun stopped moving. He grabbed Seonwoo’s clenched fist and pulled it over. Before he knew it, Seonwoo was holding himself, and Ihyun ordered,

“Touch yourself. Hurry.”

When he hesitated, Ihyun urged him again. Seonwoo didn’t resist, just did as he was told. After a while, his mind started to clear, and he realized he was jerking off in front of Ihyun. His face burned even hotter, and when he stopped, Ihyun frowned.

“You’ve never even masturbated before?”

“Yeah…”

When he admitted it, Ihyun snorted in disbelief. But it was true. It wasn’t like he’d never done it, but life had been so tough that he’d never had the energy for it. With not enough sleep and an empty stomach, sex drive was the last thing on his mind. He’d even wondered if he was impotent.

“Well, whatever. I’ll show you how.”

“Show me wha—”

Before he could finish, Seonwoo’s eyes went wide at what Ihyun did. Click, the buckle came undone, ziiip, the zipper went down. What came out was so big it was hard to believe it had fit in his pants.

“W-wait.”

Seonwoo stammered, then gasped as Ihyun’s hot, hard dick pressed against his own. When Ihyun grabbed both of them together and started rubbing, Seonwoo’s body jerked.

He tried desperately to hold back the urge to come, but it was overwhelming. Honestly, it was so big it was scary to even have it near him.

“I thought you said you’d let me off today…”

“This is letting you off. Ha… You don’t even know what I want to do to you.”

With that, Ihyun started moving his hand faster. The raw, primal pleasure of their skin rubbing together was so intense it felt like his lower half was melting.

His face was so red it felt like it might explode. It was the first time anyone had ever touched him like this, or pressed their dicks together.

Actually, every physical thing he’d done with Ihyun was a first for Seonwoo.

Soon, there were wet sounds, and before long, their hands were slick with precum, making squelching noises with every stroke. Seonwoo’s body twitched.

“This is how you do it.”

“I-I know, I know, I said I know…”

“Do you really?”

Ihyun kept talking down to him, moving his hand even faster. When he squeezed the heads together so hard it almost hurt, Seonwoo couldn’t hold back anymore and twisted his body. A wave of pleasure he’d never felt before crashed over him.

“Wait, wait!”