VSP 120

Unlike Sejun, who was writhing in embarrassment as if he might die from it, Cha Dogyeong seemed unfazed by any shame, moving casually even after exposing his naked body. He made no attempt to cover his dynamic muscles or his rigidly erect dick.

Well, covering up would be even weirder.

Even thinking that, Sejun felt awkward about his own nudity and wanted to hide himself. Putting his legs together seemed odd too, so he just sat awkwardly on the tub edge. Dogyeong, who had been adjusting the shower water temperature, looked at Sejun and smiled.

“Seo Sejun, you’re hard.”

Pointing out the unnecessary fact right in his face.

Sejun’s eyes narrowed into slits in an instant. He lifted his foot and kicked Dogyeong’s shin. The guy could have easily dodged it but took it full on, which somehow pissed Sejun off even more, making him huff.

“You’re hard too!”

“Yeah, I got hard looking at Seo Sejun.”

“Don’t say it out loud!”

“What do you want me to do then?”

Grumbling that it was hard to please him, Dogyeong fixed the appropriately warmed showerhead on the wall and stepped into the tub first.

“I can’t die without tasting Seo Sejun.”

Dogyeong, who was unusually smiley today, laughed as he grabbed Sejun’s waist and lifted him into the air.

Sejun, dangling like luggage over Dogyeong’s shoulder much like when they entered the bathroom, was carried into the tub that way. Of course, it wasn’t an elegant princess carry.

Right after, though Sejun had suspected it, Dogyeong really did start washing him, wetting Sejun’s body with the shower.

“Ah!”

Warm water poured over his head at just the right temperature. His vision blurred instantly.

Coming in together and washing separately would be ridiculous, but Sejun was far too normal to accept all this naturally.

“…Are you really going to wash me?”

“Is there such a thing as fake washing?”

Sejun’s minor resistance was easily subdued. That’s not what I meant. He wasn’t entirely without retorts, but he didn’t want to waste energy on pointless arguments, so in the end, Sejun had to obediently entrust his body to Dogyeong’s hands.

Of course, Dogyeong didn’t seem particularly experienced at washing someone else, but his focused expression was quite serious and attentive. Enough to make Sejun feel tingly all over.

“….”

Sejun stared at Dogyeong. The handsome face concentrated on washing him, the body that naturally drew his eyes, and especially the lower half that had been half-erect earlier but was now fully standing, now was the time when it was appropriate to “eat” Cha Dogyeong.

Especially under the bright lights, the exposed cock—aside from its vicious size—was straight without curving and had a pretty shape, so Sejun found himself staring without realizing it. The already stiff thing grew even larger under Sejun’s gaze. To the point where he wondered how it could get any bigger.

When Sejun made a disgusted face, Dogyeong sighed and spoke.

“Seo Sejun, why do you keep provoking me?”

“What? What did I do?!”

“I promised myself I’d just wash you quietly in the bathroom. Stop tempting me.”

Sejun was genuinely wronged. He’d just been looking, what temptation?

…But thinking about it the other way, if Dogyeong stared up and down his body like that, it would be provocative in its own right.

Quickly putting himself in the other’s shoes, Sejun didn’t argue further and just turned his head in embarrassment. And that was the signal.

After that, Dogyeong thoroughly washed him. He shampooed Sejun’s hair with delicate touches and meticulously washed his body with body wash.

When it came to washing down below, Sejun couldn’t hold back the embarrassment surging to his scalp, leading to a chaotic commotion, but like all things have an end, that awkward moment passed in a flash too.

“Haa.”

By the time the shower, which took twice as long as usual, was finally wrapping up, Sejun was quite exhausted even though he hadn’t really done anything.

Sejun hadn’t moved a finger, yet he was the tired one, while Dogyeong, who had diligently served him, looked full of energy. It was unfair.

“…Want me to wash you too?”

That unfairness expressed itself this way.

You should taste even a little of the embarrassment and awkwardness I felt. If their positions reversed, Sejun would be the one feeling embarrassed while washing, and Dogyeong would be the one shamelessly demanding it. But Sejun’s limited imagination didn’t extend that far.

Dogyeong, who had been towel-drying Sejun’s hair vigorously, stopped and stared at him. As if he’d heard something completely unexpected.

“It’s not fair otherwise….”

Sejun grumbled discontentedly under that gaze.

Coming in to shower together and washing separately would be weird, so he’d stayed still while Dogyeong washed him, but not only was it unfair that he was the only one embarrassed, it also didn’t sit right to just receive the service and leave.

Dogyeong seemed speechless for a moment, but only briefly. He laughed as if it was absurd, or as if he couldn’t resist.

“That doesn’t sound bad, but honestly, I was thinking of sending you out and jerking off alone.”

“…Ah.”

“I’m a bit worked up right now.” He tapped his now rigidly erect dick with his hand.

Unlike Sejun’s ambiguously aroused one, the massive thing, swollen to a terrifying degree and leaking fluid from the tip, looked fully prepared to enter anywhere.

It made sense he’d be suffering after being left in that state for so long. And male-male relations weren’t simple enough to just thrust in right after stepping out, so it sounded reasonable.

However, it was also unfairly one-sided when it was obvious who’d be the material for that “one off.” Why send Seo Sejun out and do it alone when the real thing was right there? Sex wasn’t supposed to be just one-sided service, after all.

“…Then let’s do it together.”

In the end, Sejun suggested timidly. If you’re gonna jerk off, let’s do it together. He hadn’t said anything explicit, but Dogyeong, who understood perfectly, smirked.

“Seo Sejun, why are you so eager today?”

“…So you don’t like it?”

“No? I like it too much, that’s the problem.”

Jerking off isn’t my thing. Muttering that, Dogyeong seemed to have no intention of rejecting Sejun’s proposal and lifted his body, seating him on his thighs.

Sejun reflexively wrapped his arms around Dogyeong’s neck. The position, with Dogyeong’s heavy cock pressing solidly against his ass, was too stimulating, but maybe because he’d mentally prepared, it wasn’t unbearable.

Dogyeong pressed his lips to Sejun’s soft earlobe and asked.

“Can I rub against you? Like that time.”

It was obvious which “time” he meant. He wanted to grind against his lower half like on the day at the amusement park.

The timing to recoil and say “Are you crazy?” had long passed, so Sejun, deliberating what to do, chose to kiss the lips right in front of him instead of replying.

Dogyeong burst into laughter at Sejun’s awkward kiss. As if he was so delighted he didn’t know what to do. Sejun, who had been frowning in accumulated embarrassment since entering the bathroom, also laughed for the first time in that moment.

He’d never imagined a situation where he’d be kissing Cha Dogyeong under the shower spray, touching each other’s bodies, and laughing together, but that moment was quite sweet.

Enough to temporarily forget the anxiety melting in a corner of his chest.

•••

Honestly, it wasn’t like Sejun had never imagined doing various things with Cha Dogyeong.

More precisely, after receiving the mission to “eat Cha Dogyeong,” it had crossed his mind a few times, but after the amusement park incident, the outlines became clearer, you could say.

He’d heard that sex could be a disaster sometimes, and he’d wondered if a guy who’d only been with women might lose interest upon seeing him, but recalling what happened at the amusement park made him think otherwise, leaving him confused.

Then again, that time was in the car, so it was dark and hard to see, maybe it’d be different in bright light? Sejun’s mind was complicated in many ways.

He got annoyed at himself for worrying like that, yet the anxiety gnawed at him: what if, when things got serious for sex, Dogyeong showed no reaction and turned away saying “Ah, this won’t work”?

For him, who wondered if Dogyeong’s feelings were real or just an illusion created by the mission, that was a pretty fatal concern.