DPGR 82

Quickly rinsing off the soap bubbles, Dojin wrapped Jiho’s body tightly in a large bath towel.

“Like a caterpillar.”

Dojin gave Jiho, who peeked out, a quick kiss on the cheek and then lifted him up and carried him into the bedroom.

Jiho wriggled in his arms and asked.

“Hyung. Hair… It’s wet, water is dripping.”

“Hm.”

He gave a vague answer and put Jiho on the bed. Jiho spoke again.

“If you do it like this, the blanket will get wet.”

When it came to asking for sex, Jiho was insistent, saying that they should dry their hair first before anything else.

It seemed like he was worried about the blanket getting wet.

“Hm.”

It’s not a big problem for Dojin.

‘It’ll get wet anyway, so why bother?’

When the real affair begins, the blanket will get wet in no time. But if he say that, he’ll just be called a pervert again.

“It’s okay.”

Dojin shrugged his shoulders lightly to avoid answering. Then, before Jiho could say anything more, he changed the subject.

“We need the Level 3 Guiding supplies.”

“Supplies?”

“Yes. Just a moment.”

Saying that, Dojin hurriedly went out to the living room. Then, he found his coat among the clothes scattered from the entrance to the bathroom.

Clatter.

He took a small box out of his pocket. It was the guiding kit that Jiho had once found in the drawer of the bedside table.

“First of all, I did bring it with me, but…”

Since everything at home had already expired, Dojin, while holding Jiho, on his way out of the office had he hurriedly grabbed a kit.

Since it was received relatively recently, the validity period should still be remaining.

“Guide Jiho.”

As he returned to the room holding it, he saw Jiho wriggling on the bed.

He was unwrapping the towel that covered his body and drying his hair.

The bed is going to get wet anyway.

Dojin let out a small laugh and presented the box.

“Here, I brought this.”

“Ah, supplies!”

“Yes.”

Jiho reacted immediately. Dojin naturally took the towel from Jiho’s hand, letting it fall under the bed, and then raised the bedroom temperature slightly.

If Jiho caught a cold, it would be a big problem.

“Alright, then now…”

Dojin, having adjusted the room’s temperature, turned his body towards the bed. At the same time, he froze in shock at the scene on the bed.

“Hurry up.”

On the pure white sheets, Jiho was lying flat on his back, propping up his knees and spreading his legs.

Between the plump thighs and buttocks, the red entrance was faintly visible.

Not knowing that it drove people crazy, Jiho just nagged Dojin with his usual innocent and calm face.

“Hyunnng~”

‘You have no self-awareness at all.’

Dojin’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He walked straight over and opened the ‘supplies’ he had placed on the nightstand.

Thud-

Holding the small plastic container that had fallen from there, Dojin spoke in a slightly subdued voice.

“Try lifting your waist.”

“Huh?”

“Waist”

Waist? Why the waist?

Jiho tilted his head in confusion but still moved his waist as instructed. Dojin slid a pillow under Jiho’s waist.

“Oh!”

“Spread your legs a little more.”

“Th-this way?”

“Yes. Is there anywhere uncomfortable?”

Jiho shook his head. His light brown hair swayed gently with the movement.

Dojin settled between Jiho’s legs, smiling slightly.

The thirst that had been tormenting Dojin for a while now, he no longer knew what it wanted.

“It will be a bit cold.”

“What…?”

Dojin, while trying to rein himself in and not rush, opened the plastic container lid with somewhat anxious hands.

A faint scent of flowers lingered softly around the bed.

Suddenly, he found myself sniffing involuntarily at the artificial scent.

While he was focused there, Dojin cupped his left hand and squeezed the contents of the plastic container into it.

Then, he reached towards Jiho’s legs, towards his perineum.

The transparent gel that had pooled in the palm of his hand dripped down, soaking Jiho’s sensitive hole.

“Eek…!”

“Was it cold?”

“Huh, wh-what is it?”

“This is a lubricant.”

“…. Ah.”

Jiho also seemed to have some idea of what the gel was. Judging by the reaction, it didn’t seem like he used it often, though.

“They said that without this, you could get seriously hurt.”

Even though he knew it was an essential item in a relationship between men, seeing Jiho’s reaction made me guess what hardships he had gone through before.

Dojin kissed Jiho’s prominent shoulder blade loudly and whispered.

“I’ll do it as slowly and gently as possible…”

So, if you feel sick or don’t want to do it, please make sure to tell me.

At the additional words, Jiho blinked. His long eyelashes trembled slightly and then quietly lowered.

And the answer that came back was a jumble of tension, slight excitement, and shyness.”

“…Yes.”

Dojin smiled fiercely to himself and brought his sticky hand down.

His long fingers, calloused and rough, slide smoothly over the soft thigh.

Jiho let out a short sigh, “Huh.”

“Are you ticklish?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Where is this?”

“Huh..”

Dojin meticulously observed Jiho’s expression. Even in the midst of this, his hands moved cautiously without rest.

From the outside of the thigh to the inside, tickling the back of the knee, then back to the tender skin on the inside of the thigh.

Since Jiho had already climaxed a couple of times in the bathroom, his body was extremely sensitive.

“Ugh, mmm…”

The pink little penis that stood up straight was cute.

He never thought he would have these feelings after seeing the same man’s genitals.

Dojin set aside his sinister thoughts of devouring that place and slid his index finger to Jiho’s perineum.

“Ah…!”

“Hm.”

Because there was a lot of gel applied, the tip of his finger slid right into Jiho’s hole as if sucked in.

‘It’s tighter than I thought….’

Dojin twisted his fingertips around and pushed all the way in to his second knuckle. hile doing so, he calculated the size of the hole, the space inside, and the size of his own penis.

It is said that it stretches well when relaxed, but it still didn’t seem easy to insert.

Even now, it was like that. It was just a finger’s width, but the inner wall was gripping it tightly without any gaps.

‘Still, even if I can’t fit it all in….’

Originally, he never dared to think about having sex with Jiho, but now that Jiho is naked in front of him, he felt greedy.

This too seemed to stem from a relentless thirst.

Dojin mocked himself and pushed his fingers in even deeper.

Jiho waved his hand a few times, exhaling in bursts and trying to relax his body.

“Ugh, ugh…”

“Are you… in pain?”

“No, I’m, hic, fine.”

There was not a trace of pain on Jiho’s face as he nodded. It didn’t look like he was lying.

Dojin, feeling relieved inside, discreetly glanced between Jiho’s legs.

Seeing the hole that was chewing on his finger, his excitement surged.

‘Isn’t it okay to do a little more?’

The hole was tighter than expected, but Jiho didn’t seem to mind and readily accepted a finger.

“I’ll add one more.”

“Yes? No, just, ugh…!”

He added another finger. Dojin twisted his wrist and shoved it all the way to the third knuckle, then moved it back and forth.

The squelching sounds, accompanied by Jiho’s moans that sounded like he was in agony, echoed through the air.

“Does it hurt?”

“Ugh, ah, no, no, it hurts…”

Actually, it didn’t hurt. It was just that the feeling was so overwhelming that it was hard to believe only two fingers were inserted.

‘If his finger is this big, how am I supposed to take a penis?’

Jiho glanced at Dojin’s penis. Dojin’s penis, which had never ejaculated even once while Jiho had climaxed twice in the bathroom, was pressed tightly against his firm lower abdomen, oozing pre-cum.

The dark red color and the bulging veins were all intimidating. But what was even more threatening was its size, incomparable to any other.

“Baton…!”

Even though Jiho had held it and even stroked it himself. Why did he ever think he could fit that unusually large club inside himself?

‘I think I’m going to get sick.’

Because he was scared, Jiho unconsciously tensed up. The already tight hole shrank even more, squeezing Dojin’s two fingers tightly.

Feeling this, Dojin clicked his tongue inwardly. It was because he knew Jiho was nervous.

“Shall we stop here?”

“N-no, keep going.”

He hated being in pain, but he didn’t want to quit here either. After all, there was a reason Jiho had pressured Dojin for sex in the first place.

“I can’t forget the dream…”

The time after Dojin’s death. It was clearly a dream, yet it strangely lodged itself deeply in my mind.

Even the voice that echoed in my head until the end.

‘I’m scared.’

Jiho sniffled. The anxious feelings he experienced in the dream after Baek Dojin’s death gnawed at him.

Even if it meant feeling a little pain, he wished Dojin would do something to me. He wanted him to completely clear his mind so he could forget the contents of the dream.

“Then I’ll take it easy. I won’t hurt you.”

“Huh..”

Since Jiho was the one who desperately wanted sex, he tried to follow Dojin’s words.

However, despite the effort, Jiho’s tense body remained unchanged.

In the end, Dojin decided to use the method he had been thinking about all along.

‘It would be better to completely distract his attention.’

He grabbed Jiho’s thigh with his empty hand and lowered his head.