VSP 121

No, but why do I have to feel anxious thinking about this stuff?

Sejun grew angry at his own annoyingly vivid imagination and felt wronged all by himself. No one had told him to worry about bad sex, but anyway, that’s how it was.

But thinking about it now, that really was a meaningless worry.

Bad sex? Don’t make me laugh.

His concern about not getting hard was ridiculous, in the bathroom they’d just gone in to wash, the two of them got erect just from seeing each other naked once, made a fuss about washing each other, kissed multiple times, and spent a sticky amount of time touching one another.

“Ha.”

This was the result. Sejun was already exhausted even though nothing had started yet. Having depleted all his stamina from just washing, he lay on the bed, wheezing heavily.

They’d fooled around with hands and he’d cum once, and maintaining that tense state for so long left his whole body aching.

But it wasn’t like he was tired or drowsy enough to sleep. Dogyeong hadn’t hidden his ulterior motives, and thanks to that, Sejun—who had been unintentionally stimulated here and there throughout the bathroom—ended up craving even greater stimulation due to his ambiguously heated body.

If Dogyeong had intended this, the guy was just a genius. No, even if not, Dogyeong was a genius anyway, but…

Fuck, I shouldn’t have suggested washing.

That was the conclusion. He didn’t dislike what happened in the bathroom, but it was exhausting enough to make him regret it.

He couldn’t understand how just washing could drain his energy like this. Sejun, already worn out, was wheezing when Dogyeong, who had been towel-drying his hair, tossed the towel aside roughly and climbed onto the bed.

The soft bed sank under his weight, and Sejun, half-opening his eyes, muttered weakly.

“Turn off the lights…”

It had been too bright since earlier. If there wasn’t a rule that sex only started once they were lying in bed together, then they’d essentially been having sex for a while now, but embarrassment was still embarrassment.

“I don’t want to.”

As expected, Dogyeong snorted as if that was out of the question.

“I want to taste every 100% of Seo Sejun’s body today.”

“You crazy bastard, you’ve already seen plenty…”

“If you put it that way, you’ve already shown everything there is to show and not show, so what’s there to be embarrassed about?”

With no further retort, Sejun groaned and rubbed his face against the pillow.

Thanks to that, the bedding got dotted with spots from the water that hadn’t been fully dried despite the somewhat thorough toweling.

How is even that sexy on Seo Sejun?

Unaware of what Dogyeong was thinking, Sejun buried his face in the pillow like an ostrich hiding its head in the sand, groaning and whimpering while only covering his face.

The sight made blood rush down Dogyeong’s lower half. His cock, which had seemed to calm down after cumming once, instantly hardened again.

The condom he’d taken out earlier was still on the nightstand beside the bed. As Dogyeong rustled to pull one out, Sejun, who had been burying his head in the pillow, peeked up.

“What?”

“….”

Sejun shook his head as if it was nothing.

It wasn’t really nothing. How to explain this? It was like, “so this moment is really coming.” The thing he’d always avoided thinking about because he hated it was now right in front of him, and the fact that his aversion wasn’t as strong as expected was disconcerting.

His feelings for Dogyeong really had changed.

It felt novel to be naturally doing this with the guy, as if the time when he’d cursed the original author for linking him with that bastard was ages ago.

As Sejun watched Dogyeong tear open the condom wrapper, he felt his cheeks burning like they were on fire. Seeing Dogyeong preparing for sex with him brought a wave of embarrassment incomparable to anything before.

He’d tried hard to act nonchalant all day, but he hadn’t managed to be nonchalant.

Having sex. With Cha Dogyeong.

Ugh, this is driving me crazy.

Sejun’s lost gaze couldn’t dare look down and instead scanned Dogyeong’s toned and impressive upper body. Then, suddenly realizing something, he spoke up right away.

“Cha Dogyeong, where was the injury?”

“Side.”

As Dogyeong tapped his side roughly, Sejun reached out and fiddled with it. Naturally, the perfectly healed side had not a scar left.

Choi Yerin’s healing was always flawless. But just because the healing was perfect didn’t mean the danger and pain from back then never happened.

“…Is it okay now?”

“You don’t know Choi Yerin’s skills? It’s fine, completely.”

“Why’d you block it with your body like that?”

“I was in a rush, no time to think.”

Dogyeong tore open the condom wrapper right in front of Sejun’s eyes. The lubricant flowed out with a squelching sound, wetting Dogyeong’s hand.

“Why, are you feeling sorry?”

His smirking face didn’t seem to hold any grudge about it.

Sejun turned his head with a sullen expression.

“What, it’s not like I told you to. Why would I be sorry?”

No. He was actually fucking sorry. Hearing that he’d done it in a rush made his chest ache.

He realized anew that this guy liked him.

Cha Dogyeong risking his life to protect him, getting aroused just from looking at his body, being endlessly affectionate without reason…

All of that was because Dogyeong liked Seo Sejun, nothing else.

Cha Dogyeong likes me.

It had been confirmed multiple times today. No, even before that, but it made his heart race.

He was happy, but at the same time anxious.

…Come to think of it, once today passes, the main mission ends too?

Then he’d be able to see with his own eyes whether Dogyeong’s feelings for him were due to the mission or not, and after that, could he just date Dogyeong openly?

Would it really end with that?

He couldn’t understand why he had an ominous premonition that it wouldn’t.

However, there was no room to entertain that thought any further.

At Sejun’s sullen reply, Dogyeong smiled as if he understood, without any sign of displeasure, and Sejun could see him sliding the condom over his already swollen massive cock.

Even though Sejun had mentally prepared himself, seeing that size that made him doubt if it would fit every time made his heart pound.

Sejun swallowed dryly in tension.

“Sejun-hyung.”

“…What?”

Maybe due to the nerves, his voice was hoarse, so Sejun cleared his throat.

“Can I put it in? I’m about to burst.”

The cock, now slick and shiny with the condom on, was perfectly ready to enter. The only thing not prepared was Sejun’s mind.

“I think you won’t get hurt since I loosened you up quite a bit in the bathroom.”

As he’d said, during their hand play in the bathroom, Dogyeong had been quite diligent in stretching Sejun’s rear along with various caresses.

For someone who’d been quite eager today, Sejun couldn’t immediately give the okay to those words, so Dogyeong reached out and pressed on the lower area that had tightened up again in the meantime.

“……!”

Sejun’s body shuddered. In the bathroom, knowing it wouldn’t go in, he hadn’t been particularly tense, but now with the fully prepared cock right in front of him, the tension was indescribable. His heart felt like it might leap out of his mouth.

“That day in the car, I thought dozens of times about wanting to put it in here.”

Confessing his lewd thoughts from back then, Dogyeong kissed the corner of Sejun’s lips, which had stiffened in tension.

“Even now.”

Dogyeong naturally spread Sejun’s legs and settled between them.

In the midst of his “Uh, uh,” Sejun ended up lying under Cha Dogyeong with his legs spread. It happened in an instant.

He wanted to close his legs in embarrassment, but Dogyeong’s solid body was in the way, making even that impossible. There was nowhere to escape.

Soon, something hot and aroused pressed against his lower half. The thick cockhead touched the entrance, which had already been thoroughly softened during the hand play in the bathroom.

“Hey, hey, wait.”

Sejun, suddenly terrified, grabbed Dogyeong’s firm arm. He wanted to look away, but his eyes were drawn downward.

Due to the angle, he couldn’t see Dogyeong’s cock positioned right at his hole, but the sight of that solid body pinning him down and dominating him was etched vividly in his eyes.

Having sex. With Cha Dogyeong.

The reality hit him in a way incomparable to before. The cockhead hit too. Ah, damn it. Sejun just gnawed on his lips.

But Dogyeong had no patience left to wait for Sejun anymore. He was already at his limit.

“Sorry, I can’t hold back any longer.”

With those words, Dogyeong attempted entry. The thing rubbing against him began to inch its way through the slightly loosened hole.

“Ah!”

Sejun’s hand clutched the sheets tightly. The hand holding Dogyeong’s arm tensed up as well.