Dohwa, glancing at Won, clasped his hands tightly and spoke hesitantly.

“Oppa… I really have something I want to confirm…”

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you… after we do it.”

His voice was soft, but he showed no sign of backing down.

Won let out a low groan and crossed his arms. Perhaps because he had entered the warm  place, or perhaps because of the kiss just now, his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, were half unfocused from the lingering intoxication.

In truth, although he had jumped straight into a kiss as soon as they entered the room, Won had never dreamed that it would be possible for him to rub lips with a man.

He’d only kissed him because he figured this would scare Dohwa enough to make him run away. But after actually doing it, instead of feeling disgusted, it had strangely felt erotic somehow, which only left him more bewildered.

Am I drunk? Why am I listening to this kid so obediently?

Moreover, why… did he feel like it might be possible with a man?

Thinking this with a fatigued face, Won spoke.

“A handjob might be okay, but sex… seems difficult. I don’t get hard for guys.”

“Will you do it if I get you hard?”

“Why, are you going to make me hard?”

Uncrossing his arms, Won asked as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt sleeves.

At those words, Dohwa chewed on his lip. He bit down so hard that a hint of blood began to show.

Still standing in the entryway, Won clicked his tongue irritably upon seeing the blood on Dohwa’s lip.

“I told you not to pick or bite your lips.”

As he spoke, Won reached out and tugged on the lip Dohwa had been chewing. Looking at the plump lip protruding like a duck’s beak, Won sighed and jerked his chin toward the bed.

“Come here.”

With those brief words, Won turned around and walked toward the bed. Dohwa, who had been frozen stiff like a statue, only hurried after him once the motion sensor light near the entrance finally switched off.

By then, Won had already undone his belt and lowered the zipper of his pants. Pulling them down below his hips, he crooked a finger at Dohwa.

As if possessed by the gesture, Dohwa approached Won’s side. The moment he got close, Won pulled down Dohwa’s pants too. Then he sat him on the bed and tugged down his underwear.

“…Are you hard already?”

“Ugh, no… Oppa, you were just too sudden.”

“Peachy, are you gay?”

“I don’t know…”

As Dohwa answered with a teary face, Won looked down again.

It would be difficult to say that Dohwa’s lower half matched his pretty face, but it was far more pleasing to the eye than he had expected.

Though veins were bulging, it was straight without a single curve, flushed a clean reddish pink.

However, the size was quite large, making Won realize anew that the person he was dealing with was a man.

But why don’t I hate it?

He had done this thinking he might throw up, but unexpectedly, he didn’t feel nauseous or find it gruesome to look at.

Pulling down his own underwear, Won climbed onto Dohwa’s thigh. Then, he gripped both his own member and Dohwa’s together.

Since both of them were fairly big, he couldn’t fully hold them with one hand. Roughly gripping both at once, Won slowly started moving his hand with a strange expression.

Every time Won moved his hand, Dohwa reacted like a complete mess.

His hands kept twitching out of habit, and he unconsciously thrust his hips upward before collapsing back onto the sheets again.

After all the chaos, Dohwa tightly gripped the bedsheets with both hands. Hard enough that pale veins rose sharply across the backs of his pale hands.

Following the movement, a squelching sound gradually spread. Unlike Won, who wasn’t easily aroused, Dohwa was a mess, trembling and letting out moans.

Watching the scene as if viewing a porn film, Won gave a sly smile.

“Peachy, you’re really feeling this.”

“Hng, hugh, ugh… O, ppa, Oppa, ah, I think I’m gonna”

“You think you’re going to go? Hmm? Oppa isn’t even fully hard yet. You can’t be the only one to go, Peach.”

“Haa, hng, ah, ugh, Oppa! Ah, Oppa!”

At the desperate cry, Won rubbed against the tip insistently.

Unable to finish because of that touch, Dohwa could only keep jerking his hips helplessly.

“Ha! You’re a man too, after all.”

Letting out a scoff at the instinctive thrusting, Won moved his hand a bit faster.

He hadn’t been fully erect because of the fact that he was touching a man’s penis, but hearing Dohwa’s moans and seeing his expression of pleasure, his own lower half gradually began to harden.

Letting out a low rumble in his throat, Won braced himself against the bed with the hand not gripping their members and pushed his upper body forward.

Naturally pushed back, Dohwa’s upper body tilted precariously, as if he were about to collapse onto the bed at any moment.

In that position, Won slowly moved his hips up and down. With that movement, their lengths rubbed against each other.

Watching Dohwa nearly lose his mind, sweat dripped steadily from Won. Beads gathered on his face before sliding down along his jaw.

“Does it feel g, good? Huh? Dohwa, does it feel good to rub your cock against Oppa’s like this? Hmm?”

With the influence of alcohol and sexual arousal, his reason began to fade. At the words Won murmured while tilting his head back slightly, Dohwa tearfully answered that it felt good.

Laughing under his breath at the response, Won coaxed and soothed Dohwa while he desperately begged to come, until eventually both of them climaxed together.

Like Won, Dohwa, feeling both the alcohol and the excitement, felt half melted and rubbed his head against Won’s shoulder.

“Haa, ha, haaa, mm, ah… ah, it’s good… it’s good, Oppa…”

Won, who had been looking at the ceiling thinking he wouldn’t be able to cum if he looked at a man’s face, lowered his head at those words.

Then he saw Dohwa, his face flushed a peach color, mumbling that it felt good, and it wasn’t as bad or unpleasant as he had thought.

“…Maybe it’s because he’s pretty.”

Murmuring as if to himself, Won stroked Dohwa’s clear cheek with a finger stained with semen. The sticky semen smeared across the cheek covered in fine peach fuzz. No matter what Won did, Dohwa remained docile, leaning his head on Won’s shoulder.

The sound of panting in his ear was unmistakably a man’s voice, but strangely, it wasn’t unpleasant or repulsive.

It was while Won was listening to Dohwa’s sounds with a curious feeling. Dohwa, catching his breath with a flushed face, rubbed his face against his cheek and mumbled.

“Can we… can we do more, Oppa?”

“More? What more do you want to do here?”

“Just more… I want to do more. Let’s do something that feels even better, okay?”

“…Do you even know how to do it, or are you just saying that?”

Won, who was catching his breath in a state of exhaustion with his pants and underwear lowered just enough to expose his member, tilted his head. He couldn’t tell if the boy knew what he was talking about or if he truly didn’t.

Slowly inhaling and exhaling against the excitement that refused to settle, Won spoke.

“You said you don’t even know if you’re gay or not. Can you… really do more than this?”

At the calm words, Dohwa swallowed hard. Watching the movement of his Adam’s apple, Won slowly climbed off Dohwa. Then, standing on the floor, he began to undress.

He unbuttoned his shirt one by one and tossed it carelessly on the floor, then took off his pants and set them aside. Finally, having removed his underwear, Won tilted his head and looked at Dohwa.

“How about it? Do you feel like having sex with a man?”

As if telling him to take a good look, Won rested one hand on his waist and lifted his chin slightly.

He’ll probably get scared and back down now.

Won had stripped completely because he expected Dohwa to finally say he couldn’t do it.

Waiting for that answer, he glanced over at him.

However, Dohwa felt his heart beat even faster at the sight.

Won’s pale, almost white body was covered in tattoos.

On his right forearm was a tree with a thin trunk and long branches, and there was an orchid near his neck.

Flowering branches were inked from his chest down along the line of his waist to his hips, all done in black.

Besides those, his pale skin was filled with tattoos of various sizes.

I got plenty of piercings, but I didn’t have the courage to get tattoos.

Seeing the tattoos engraved on Won’s body, the thought that he wanted them too surfaced. If possible, the same shapes in the same positions as Won’s.

If Won heard that, he would surely be disgusted, saying, “Why would you think such a thing?”