Chapter 136 : Side Story 1: First Time #7

Doyoon’s face was pure, trembling awe.

“It’s… way looser than before. You really opened up for me… Did you prep because you finally decided you wanted this? Because today’s the day you’re giving yourself to me?”

His voice was shaking with joy. He nipped at Seunghyun’s chest and collarbones like an overexcited kitten. Seunghyun stared, dazed, at the veins standing out on Doyoon’s forearms under the rolled-up white shirt.

It was only four in the afternoon. Golden summer sunlight poured in shamelessly, spotlighting every inch of their mess.

Seunghyun squirmed. “T-tickles…”

“That’s not tickling. That’s feeling good.”

Doyoon’s tone left no room for argument.

Seunghyun faltered. Normally, Doyoon would’ve stopped the second he said “tickle,” apologizing a hundred times, checking every tiny reaction like they were in biology class or church.

But today, knowing Seunghyun actually wanted to go all the way, Doyoon had thrown the brakes out the window.

And Seunghyun realized… he kind of loved the lack of babying.

I’m insane.

Heat flooded his face.

But maybe… maybe today it would really happen.

His heart started pounding with something that felt dangerously like courage.

He swallowed. “…Aren’t you gonna take your clothes off?”

“Obviously.”

The rare glimpse of Seunghyun being bold made Doyoon’s eyes blaze.

Still pinning him down, Doyoon tried to yank off his shirt. The angle sucked; buttons fought back.

He growled through his teeth, “Who the f*ck designs shirts like this—”

Then just ripped it open. Million-won buttons flew everywhere.

He stood long enough to shove pants and underwear off in one go.

His cock sprang free like it was trying to punch the ceiling.

Seunghyun’s eyes went round.

It looked even bigger than usual. All the bravery he’d mustered deflated instantly.

“W-wait, hold on—”

Doyoon didn’t let him finish.

Now fully naked, he rolled them sideways, plastered himself against Seunghyun, and kissed him senseless. One hand pinned Seunghyun’s inner thigh so he couldn’t close his legs; the other dragged Seunghyun’s hand to his cock.

Their fingers tangled, stroking both of them at once, slippery, dizzying friction.

Seunghyun’s hand was basically just there for the ride. Doyoon fucked his fist like it was a toy.

Every time the dark, swollen head poked through Seunghyun’s curled fingers, Seunghyun felt his life flash before his eyes.

But Doyoon showed zero signs of coming. If anything, Seunghyun was the one getting dangerously close again.

“W-wait, slow down, I’m gonna—”

“Then come.”

Seunghyun flushed scarlet.

Doyoon grinned, playful. “Or do you wanna come on my face? I can go down—”

“WHAT—?!”

The exact second Doyoon started sliding lower, Seunghyun lost it. Thick ropes splattered across Doyoon’s chest.

Seunghyun flailed. “S-sorry! It just—”

Doyoon licked his lips. “Waste. I was gonna swallow it.”

Seunghyun wanted to evaporate.

While he was busy dying of shame, Doyoon calmly tore open a condom and rolled it on.

Seunghyun’s danger senses went nuclear.

Right now? Without making me come first? That monster?!

His whole body locked up on instinct.

He glanced at it, voice cracking. “It’s… really bright in here, don’t you think?”

Doyoon grabbed the remote from the nightstand and hit a button. Curtains slid closed.

He left one mood lamp on, bathing the bed in soft orange.

Seunghyun’s last excuse: gone.

He swallowed audibly. Heartbeat thundering so loud he couldn’t tell whose it was.

“Um… Doyoon, I’m actually—”

“It’s okay. Just fingers for now. Relax.”

Gentle kiss. Familiar, safe.

Seunghyun’s body loosened for one tiny second.

And that was the exact moment Doyoon shoved in.

No warning.

Just one thick, slick, merciless push.

Seunghyun’s eyes flew open.

It felt like a burning baseball bat trying to split him in half.

“HRK—!”

Doyoon rained kisses on his ear, his open mouth, his tears.

“Shh, you’re okay, Hyung.”

He was grimacing too; the grip was insane.

“…You tense up if I warn you. Sorry.”

“NGH—!”

“Breathe, baby. Good boy.”

Seunghyun felt betrayed, violated, and furious all at once.

Something that had no business being inside him was trying to rearrange his organs.

Every tiny shift made him hallucinate a bulge moving under his stomach skin.

He shook his head wildly; Doyoon just hugged him tighter, sweat dripping from his brow.

“Almost there. Spread your legs a little more. Relax your hips.”

“How the f*ck am I supposed to spread more from HERE—?!”

“It’s wet, but you’re still so tight…”

Seunghyun clung to Doyoon’s shoulders, trembling, eyes squeezed shut.

Too late to back out now.

He’d decided today was the day, but holy shit this was unfair.

He’d lived a perfectly peaceful life until five minutes ago. He could’ve kept sweet-talking Doyoon and stayed a happy top-adjacent forever…

Pain, regret, and self-pity crashed over him like a tidal wave.

Tears spilled.

“Hic—”

“I’m sorry, just a little more. I’m all the way in now.”

You said that three centimeters ago, you liar!

But before he could scream, the fattest part of Doyoon’s head finally popped past the ring, and in one merciless roll of hips Doyoon buried himself to the root.

“GHHK—!”

Seunghyun’s vision whited out.

Something deep inside got crushed in the best-worst way; his eyes rolled back.

He genuinely couldn’t process what just happened to his body.

“Hyung, you okay?”

A bead of sweat fell from Doyoon’s forehead onto Seunghyun’s cheek.

Seunghyun felt like a shish kebab.

He mentally cursed Doyoon in every language he knew, but all that came out was a tearful:

“…No.”

Doyoon kissed him softly and started moving—slow, deliberate drags.

Every backward felt like his guts were being pulled out; forward felt like that monster was punching his throat from the inside.

Seunghyun panted, “J-just come already…!”

Doyoon’s face was a mix of guilt and unbearable arousal.

“Sorry. AlmostAlmost—”

“Please…”

Real begging.

Doyoon looked torn. Sorry, but so turned on it made it worse.

He rocked gently, trying to give Seunghyun time.

Seunghyun clenched his jaw, breathing through the pain, counting ceiling tiles that weren’t there.

Thank god for half a bottle of lube. Without it he’d be bleeding.

Minutes dragged. Seunghyun was still pale, teeth grinding.

Doyoon’s worry finally overtook lust.

“Hyung… still bad? I’ve never… I mean, they say big is good, but maybe too big is—”

Seunghyun snapped, punching Doyoon’s arm.

“I’M A VIRGIN TOO, YOU ASSHOLE!”

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