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Yuuta thought he had always been very good at decision-making. And that when he decided to move out and live closer to the University he’s studying. Or when he decided to take up the military earlier than the others. Or when he decided to reject that one girl making a move on him last week, because he was so sure she would only cause chaos—which was a good decision.
That girl is already dating a frat member of a group—Yuuta decided not to be involved with.
He could list a lot of decisions he made that he will never regret.
But there was one thing Yuuta struggled with so much.
Not studying—he could ace an exam if he wants to. The reason he could juggle part time jobs from here and there is because he was never a stupid boy. He doesn’t find studying—difficult. Maybe, it’s waking up in the morning—that he finds very exhausting to do.
He doesn’t struggle with human relationships as well. He could blend with anyone—and when they say anyone, he’s very known on campus to be the friendliest sunbae or hoobae ever. He could have a crowd around him in a few minutes walking inside the campus. Even when he was away because of the military—Yuuta didn’t have a hard time adjusting when he came back as a returning student.
Everybody welcomed him warmly—even the girls—no, regardless of their genders, Yuuta always got a pair of eyes stuck to him like glue. He didn’t mind that. He could go in which ways he wants.
He was good at balancing his time with studies; his part-time job and he even have time for his own sexual needs. He doesn’t even have to break a sweat to get a girl in bed with him. They would always come to him—all Yuuta could do was to decide if it’s a good time to sleep alone, or to have someone beside him.
Exam week is inching closer—so when it’s usually this time of the month, he’ll choose a peaceful sleep after his work. If he needed a release—he could just settle with doing things alone. After all, he knows how to love himself—as well.
And whenever exam week is coming it just means another dilemma—to pay for his school fees. Yuuta doesn’t come from a prominent family. His parents live in a remote area—his younger sister is also studying in high school and Yuuta decided to take matters—his expenses in his own hands. But there is one thing Yuuta struggles with so much—he’s bad at money keeping.
Well one, he’s a heavy eater. For a twenty-three year old, with a height of 185 centimetres—broad shoulders and back that he was born with—it’s understandable. And second, his bad habits that he couldn’t let go—smoking and drinking—the partying with friends, is not as always but the cigarette in his pocket is a must. You could say it’s his sleeping pills—the only one that could calm him down at nights he can’t find his sleep.
So when he found a tempting deal in front of his computer screen and knowing he’s on a tight budget this month—he didn’t think twice to click on the link.
[I need a model. 120,000 won for two hours]
Send your resume here: [email protected]
Please attach an updated picture of yourself—preferably without clothes on.
Yuuta lets out a laugh—he’s not stupid not to realize this is shady. So he was about to exit the link—if it weren’t for the price again. Surely, he can’t be picky when he’s broke. Also, it’s just two hours—he can still have time for his part time job at the bar he works with at night.
And—if this was really a sexual job, he doesn’t find any problem with it. Sure, he could last two hours in bed. He has enough release to be able to do that.
So he made a simple and quick resume. He listed down a few personal things he thought he might need to get the approval. His height, his age, and even the color of his eyes—he has always been a fan of his pale blue eyes. And when he needed to attach an image to it—he decided to be a little playful with it. Yuuta went inside his bathroom—cleaning a bit on the half mirror that was hanging on the wall. He raised his white sleeveless and put it close to his mouth. He made sure his teeth would sink lightly on the hem of his fabric. He pulls his pants down little together with his boxers—showing a bit of carved tattoo he had in his hip. And when he could finally see his own toned-abs—he smiled a little, before pressing the button.
“I just hope it’ll be a weekend job,” he says before tapping the word send and getting ready for his night shift.
It’s been a month since the series, “I have a crush on the boy next door,” has reached its final chapter. There were a lot of good reviews—after a two year long run, it had finally met the happy ending everyone was looking forward to. The one-sided love turned into mutual love—and everyone was delighted to know that. Toge has been receiving a lot of warm words, and even congratulatory arts for the completion of his own webtoon.
It was too good to be true. He couldn’t even remember how he only had a few readers when he was starting—all he could do right now is to savor this moment.
He’s been writing for four years—drawing his own characters to bring them alive and sharing it to his readers but this is the only time he ever feels content with how he chooses to live his life. He has been bombarded with a lot of insults—and words that hurt a lot from his own parents and relatives. He was almost as sure they were right when they said there’s no such life to a job like this—but then for Toge, more than anything—the satisfaction of being able to write and make your own story is not comparable to every penny he could get. Sure, it helps him a lot to survive a day—but then; it has always been his dream to make his own story. And now that his first ever –boy’s love story has reached a wide audience, he wouldn’t want to stop here.
His editor contacted him two days ago that the publishing house still wants to prolong the contract they signed. Telling Toge he can still continue the story if he wants—no he should continue it with the way the audiences are still talking about it. He was happy to know he still has a chance that his story still has a chance.
But there was just one problem.
Of course, when you get more people to read your work—the demand will definitely hit higher and it’ll be open to more scenarios to work with. He knows that. He’s a writer—and he’s known well enough how to keep his readers stay with him. He needs to change a bit—or add some flavour to his story. Repetitiveness could only work once in writing fiction—it could hurt you real bad if you’re not very careful with it. And Toge doesn't want to hurt his readers. They gave him so much encouragement and hope that he only wanted to give back to them.
And so when he reads several tweets about people talking about his work—needs to get spicy, Toge thinks it’ll be a challenge but he will surely not say no to it.
But then, Toge has never once tried to write something spicy—or mature.
The setting will always be in a high school campus—teenage love.
He could also count a few kissing scenes he was able to draw—and he’s sure it had never gone up more than ten. So how could he even be able to draw one bed scene?
Maki—his editor, adjusted her glasses. “You could try watching videos, Toge.”
Ever since Toge joined the publishing house—they’ve been paired with. He could count Maki as one of his few friends; he doesn’t feel shy or uncomfortable around her.
So he didn’t hesitate to answer, “The last time I watched one was still in high school.” He signed across the screen.
“That’s like ten years ago—“ Maki sighed—but she knew they wouldn’t be able to run away with this idea. They needed to execute this mature version or else they might lose their job.
“Have you ever tried drawing dick before?”
Toge coughed, “I tried being silly but,” he pauses—looks at his hands before he continues, “The problem here isn’t about anatomy. I could do that—“ he rubs his cheek—the gesture he does when he’s not sure of things, “The problem is I need a detailed reference to be able to draw scenes.”
Maki leaned on her swivel chair, “That’s what you get for still being a virgin in your late 20s,”
Toge rolled his eyes, “Okay, I’m sorry Ms. I just fucked-my-college-crush-last-week because she confessed to me in our reunion.”
It’s Maki’s turn to cough this time—trying to get rid of a bit of flush on her cheeks. “So, you just need a detailed reference. Couldn’t you try to search for it online?”
Toge shakes his head, “You don’t get me.” He picks up his sketchbook—and his pen, “Think about it in art class, like how those sessions where the teachers bring a specific thing that every student needs to look at before they could draw it in their own way or perspective.” He wrote.
Maki let out a small form of O in her mouth—she finally understood what Toge means. “So you need me to bring you someone? And then they'll have sex in front of you so you could draw the scene?” She felt ridiculous about the idea that came just right through her mouth—but the way they’re taking this seriously is also amazing.
Toge fixes his facemask that covers half of his face, “Close, but not close enough.” Toge wrote, he sighed and dropped the sketchbook in his lap—opting to sign this time. “Maybe I just need one man. He’ll do some poses here and then, and let’s see if the first chapter will get approval.”
Maki nodded, taking some notes. “So I just need to find one. Okay, I’ll contact you again.”
After Yuuta sent that resume, he was busy for two days. There were school projects he had to finish—and he got home late from two consecutive nights. He had to work overtime in the bar he works with because someone is sick and they all needed to step up and fill in for the hours. He didn’t even have time to check his phone—so he didn’t know that someone actually emailed him about his resume.
It was sent two days ago—seven hours after he sent the resume he did. He coughed in his cigarette—leaning on the wall of his apartment’s rooftop. It was cold, but it wasn’t enough to make him feel sleepy at all.
Hi Mr. Okkotsu,
Good day. I have seen and reviewed your resume. We are pleased to inform you that we want to schedule a personal screening for the job you’re applying to.
If you can tell me when you will be available, I'd appreciate it if you could send me a message in the mobile number I’ve put below.
Best regards,
Maki Zenin
Editor—Six Eyes Publishing
“Is that all?” Yuuta puffs his cigarette. “Guess, my photo isn’t enough huh?”
They kept being discreet about the job—not giving him a slightest hint. But before he even composes a reply, Yuuta took all his effort to search up for the said publishing house if it really exists. And it does. And it’s an hour away from his apartment. Not bad, he thinks.
But then, they mostly publish books. There was no magazine at all—so he feels conflicted again, because he thought it’ll be a simple modelling job, but maybe it’s not?
He puffs his cigarette once more before he lets it go. He knows he would only find the answer if he met this—Maki Zenin. So before he went back to his apartment, he sent a simple reply—even when it’s already been two days since the email.
I’m free tomorrow at lunch. Just tell me where I can meet you.
It was already late—past midnight to be exact. But Yuuta was startled when his phone buzzed—he received a reply.
“Guess, the job is still open huh,” he mumbles—reading the familiar café across the University. It’ll be the meeting place.
He’s still not sure what kind of job it will be, but Yuuta made sure to look presentable. He put on a perfume—he sprayed it on his neck just above the collar of his navy blue polo shirt. And even on his wrist—just right next to his black wrist watch. He put on his favourite jeans, and white sneakers. He styled his hair—a bit part in the middle and he noticed it’s getting longer. He got rid of his one piercing for the meantime—he didn’t want to come off too strong. He could guess the person he’ll be meeting up for is a girl—as much as possible he wants to have good first impressions. After all, this is for his tuition fee and rent fee.
They’re supposed to meet up fifteen minutes after lunch—but Yuuta made sure to arrive early. He sends a text right away the moment he arrives in the café. He didn’t know what this Maki Zenin would like to drink—so he didn’t bother at first. He’ll just wait for her first—
“Okkotsu?”
He turned his head upon hearing a woman’s voice.
She had round black glasses—green hair that’s tied in the medium level. Her green eyes pierced Yuuta—she was studying him while walking towards the seat across.
“I’m Maki,” She extended her hand.
Yuuta noticed a ring, “Yuuta.”
She had an authoritative aura—he could tell. She’s wearing a black turtleneck with long sleeves that’s paired with olive green pants. And Yuuta heard a sound of boots even when it only took her a few steps to reach the chair across him.
Maki raised her hand to catch the server, “Should we get food first?”
“I’ll just have coffee, black and unsweetened.” Yuuta says.
As soon as they made their order—Maki looked at him. And this time, it’s the kind of look where she’s trying to square him up. Yuuta has met several women in his life—he knows when one is an alpha kind—the term this generation uses to describe women with defining traits—self driven, confident, independent and could be influential.
This is the kind of woman that Yuuta would never dare to make a move if they're inside a bar right now.
He laughed a little at the thought of it.
“So,” Maki started, “May I know why you decided to apply for the job?”
Yuuta sits properly, “I’m low on cash right now,” which is true.
He didn’t see any reason to lie. And also, it might be the only way to win an alpha female heart. But he didn’t want to look pathetic as well.
“It was very tempting.” He smiled, “And I’m a bit curious about the job. I’m sure it’ll be quite something for it to be posted like that.” He emphasizes.
Like who would really apply for a job that requires you to send a photo of yourself—topless?
Well here he is—Yuuta Okkotsu, low in cash, a bit—desperate.
“Okay, accepted.” Maki puts her bag down on her side—and opens it up.
Yuuta takes it in a way this conversation could’ve ended right there if he messed up his answer. And maybe Maki had a plan to just storm her way out of the café and leave his ass alone with a parfait and black coffee.
“So, I’ll explain the job in ways you could understand it simply.” Maki says as she handed him a book.
The covers were two boys standing next to each other but they were facing in a different direction. The title says it all. I have a crush on the boy next door. It’s a story about two boys.
“If you feel already inflicted upon seeing the book, you can just say it. We’ll end the intervi—“
Yuuta reads the name of the author—Thorn. It’s an odd name, but then everyone in an industry like this uses a pen name.
“Hmm…” Yuuta breathes—he was thinking about the right words to say but only came up with them. “I’m bisexual, I could go both ways. So—this doesn’t bother me.”
Maki nodded—getting his answers right away. She looked surprised about that.
Yuuta has bedded women more than the times he ever slept with a guy. But it’s true—he could go both ways. If they were enough to turn him on—Yuuta would stay all night with that person regardless of their gender.
But it’s been a long time since he ever slept with a guy. If this job requires him to do that—
“Okay, but I’m not going to ask you to have sex.” Maki says firmly. “That book is entering its second season and,” she coughed—Yuuta is starting to think that between them Maki might be having a harder time to talk about this job rather than him listening to all of this.
After all, they’re still strangers—in broad daylight, and you have to talk about two boys going at it?
“We need a male reference for some mature scenes. The author—Thorn, is also the artist.” Maki looks straight to him—as if trying to read every muscle he has in his face. But Yuuta remained silent—and serious.
He’s actually starting to get the gist of the job—and the reason why he needed to send a photo of himself.
“If you’re up for it, you will be working directly with him. I’m his editor; I’ll get involved before and after the scenes will be drawn.”
It was Maki’s way of telling him that if he agrees to it—he’ll be all by himself with the author-artist, Thorn. But then Yuuta never had a hard time establishing a relationship with people. Sure, they will start as strangers first, but he’s sure it wouldn’t be difficult to talk to someone as long as they just communicate properly.
But there’s one thing he noticed—she says he. He’ll work with a male artist. But thinking about it, it’ll be more comfortable. He’s not sure about Thorn’s sexual preferences but at least he knows what they have below is the same kind.
Their order arrived—Maki was busy with her parfait for a second. But Yuuta was just staring at the book—didn’t even spare a glance at his black coffee.
“Do you have some questions?” Maki says.
Yuuta titled his head, “I just have to do some poses I guess, right?” in which Maki nodded, “Can I know the first scene I have to work with him?
And Yuuta decided that whatever he’ll hear from Maki—whatever his first instinct, he’ll follow it. He doesn’t really feel baffled about the whole situation. He actually can’t find any reason to say no. He needs cash, and doing some poses isn’t bad—at least that’s what he thinks. It’s for the books.
But if he do find the scene too much—for a pose—then maybe he’d have to say n—
“Well, it’s this scene,” Maki flips a note—the writings are a little tiny but he could still read a few words.
It was a scene where the character gets caught touching himself. Yuuta smiled, that seems easy.
Yuuta thought, what’s hard about showing your dick to a guy? For a pose and for 120,000 won?
He felt like he got a jackpot—he got the job.
For Toge it doesn’t sink in yet—he was still enjoying his time in his bed, kicking his feet in the air as he read all the positive reviews of his webtoon. He almost forgot he only have a month left to prepare for the new season. He should be getting more scenes to draw—but he’s nowhere close to the deadline. It was a rule already to prepare at least completed eight chapters but Toge was still in his scene fifteen—chapter five.
And if it weren’t for Maki’s name popping up in his caller ID—Toge might’ve been still in his bed all day.
“You remember it’s today right?”
Toge could hear the sound of the engine in the background. He got up on his feet—faster than he thought. He forgot about this day.
Maki sighed on the other line when she couldn’t hear any response. “I gave your address to him. He should arrive within an hour.”
And for the next few minutes it wasn’t very clear how Toge prepared himself. He washed up—got in his usual comfortable clothes—loose white shirt that sometimes shows his collarbone and loose sweatpants.
It’s not that he’s scared of people—but it’s been a long time since he ever revealed to someone that he’s a webtoon writer-artist and telling this person about the story he’s writing. Of course he has to—he’ll have to request some ridiculous scene for him to pose. And telling them the story was the least thing he could do.
Maki briefed him with the things he needed to know prior to this day. But Toge was stubborn—he only picked up things he liked, and didn’t bother for the rest. The only thing he could remember was—the guy is a returning student, and two years younger than him. And that’s all there is to it—also Maki telling him—he might be just his type.
Toge coughed –inhaling a bit of his perfume. He’s gay and he’s always known that from the start—from the moment he chooses cute and female characters in a game when he was a kid. He likes to dress them up and he only liked superheroes back then for being able to save their princess—he wanted to be saved.
But he hasn’t dated anyone—he had crushes back in university but they didn’t go further than that. Toge was always busy choosing which brush pen is better—that he reached twenty five with barely any experience. And maybe all of his frustrations for being single for so long—he put it all in the story he’s writing. At least his characters have found their love—Toge thought it was already enough.
His thoughts were cut off with the sound of knocking. He covered his face with a mask before walking to his door. And a few steps, he heard a voice. “Is this Mr. Thorn? I’m here for the job—“
Toge opens the door and for the first time he felt like his door frame is too small for a person. He’s tall—he had to lift his head a little in order to catch his pale blue eyes.
The man smiled, a few sweat dripping from his forehead. “I’m Yuuta Okkotsu,” he stretched his hand.
Toge opened the door wide for him before he took his hand—just touched a bit of his fingers, and shook them a little. He didn’t say his name—he didn’t have a way, yet.
And as soon as Yuuta comes in—it feels like his apartment is too small for the two of them. It was neat and the style was cozy—beige wallpapers, some art frames hung on the wall. Toge pointed to the sofa right next to him.
“Oh, thanks.” Yuuta says before sitting. His eyes continue to roam around and Toge can’t deny that this feels like he’s showing a bit of himself to someone who’s a complete stranger to him. But then, he didn’t have much choice.
He could hear Maki’s voice in his head that this—is his idea.
He had a few minutes to prepare himself—he brought his foldable table and a chair close to where Yuuta was sitting. He had trouble lifting them so the man offered help.
“Oh yeah,” Yuuta sounds a bit amused, “Why did I think you’d be drawing me on a paper?”
Toge laughed—the sounds were little because of the mask. But he was sure that Yuuta heard it with the way he looked a bit surprised—he could tell with how his blue eyes are looking directly at him.
He clears his throat—feeling a bit shy.
“Is there anything else you need to carry?” Yuuta asks.
Toge shakes his head, and sat on his chair. He looked at his drawing table a bit before he picked up his sketchbook—where he’d write things instead of drawing.
“I’m Toge. Maki explained everything to you, right?”
Yuuta was taken back—he sits properly. “Yeah but, wait, you can’t—speak?” he said the last word softly.
Of course, it would be shocking. Only Maki knows the real reason for this. Toge scribbled again on his sketchbook and raised it—he could tell Yuuta needed the answer a bit faster.
“I can speak but in the meantime, I can’t.”
But then it only made worse—Toge guessed. Because Yuuta looks a lot more confused than he was a moment ago. He takes the pen again; he wouldn’t want to mess up everything before they could even start.
“It’s just for a few days.”
Yuuta nodded a bit, “Like, you have a cold or something?”
He looks worried—but Toge didn’t want to make things even go further than this so he lied, and accepted the more reasonable thing for Yuuta right now.
“Okay, but are you sure you can work?” Yuuta asks—his eyes are reading Toge’s expression even when he can only see half of his face.
Toge nodded— “So shall we start?”
“Okay, what do you want me to do?”
What’s the easiest way to explain other than handing him the exact scene he’ll have to do? It was Maki’s idea to write things in the way it’ll come across to Yuuta with not many questions—knowing they’ll have a bit of problem with communication for the meantime.
Yuuta reads the paper silently—nodding a bit, when he finally understands the whole scene.
“So I need to show you,” he pauses—finding where Toge’s eyes are, “Okay, I got it.”
Toge watched him silently for the next seconds. He could feel how he’s a bit nervous—his heart beats a bit faster than usual. Is it the normal reaction for seeing someone stripping in front of you?
He wondered.
Yuuta pulls his shirt from his back—taking it off swiftly and revealing his upper body.
He has a great body. Toge can tell, but then that was the reason he got this job anyway. There were three people that had sent their resume but Maki knew it had to be him.
“You can lean back a bit for a while. I’ll draw scene two,”
Yuuta reached for the script he got—scene two is where Character A leans back on the sofa—rests his head on it—eyes staring dreamily on the ceiling and thinking about the person he loves.
They were silent for a while. Toge moves his hand swiftly—carving the man’s body with no sweat in his drawing tablet. Yuuta has four toned abs—not like he needed to count but they’re right in his eyes. His warm tone fits on his body. Toge is fair—and he’s not a fan of it. His skin gets red easily from a light pinch or a tap of someone—he’s always been a fan of people with warm tones. He finds them attractive.
And when he was doing his finishing touch—his eyes found Yuuta looking at him.
He raised his eyebrow but the man didn’t speak up. He was about to pick his sketchbook—
“Oh no, I was just wondering if you’re done,” Yuuta says softly.
“I’ll be done in two minutes.”
Yuuta titled his head, “So, it’s the next scene?”
Toge nodded and kept his eyes on his work. But was startled when Yuuta said something next.
“But we have a problem, hyung.” Toge stares at him—“I’m not hard yet,” Yuuta pointed down in his pants.
Toge tilted his head this time. He looked at Yuuta in confusion—is it going to be his problem?
“In the scene he got hard thinking about his lover,” Yuuta rubs his chin, “But I don’t have a lover so I wasn’t thinking about it.”
Okay, but that doesn’t sound like my problem. Toge thought.
“You could watch videos.” Toge writing—or more like remembering Maki’s advice.
Yuuta averted his eyes, “I don’t get turned on that easily, you know.”
He didn’t expect this situation—this looked like they got scammed, because he didn’t expect this person would be so whiny about it. Or maybe Toge was wrong and asking someone to do this was too much—he’s starting to lose his shit.
“You could help me though,” Yuuta says, “It’s easy, hyung.”
Toge was about to write—but he didn’t have to; the next thing he heard from Yuuta was enough for his pen to roll on the floor.
“You just have to touch me a little,” Yuuta says and offers a bit of his smile.
As soon as Yuuta saw him he had three things in mind.
He’s cute. He smelled nice. And he’s a virgin—for sure.
He actually didn’t expect much in their meeting—all he needed was the pay after all. But then, seeing this boy—with platinum blonde hair, light lilac eyes and how he acts like a cute bunny—Yuuta almost wanted to touch him with his two hands.
Maybe, to ruffle his hair that smelled nice—he looks fresh out from the bath. Or to touch his fair hands—or pull off the mask in his face.
He hasn’t seen his whole face and yet he’s already oozing with so much appeal. Yuuta has met a lot of people, and he knows there are kinds where all you need is one glance and it’ll be enough to keep your eyes on them. Toge was like that—he’s like a Pandora box and all you wanted was to touch and open him up—even if it might be dangerous.
Yuuta was that curious.
But knowing the guy doesn’t have much experience could mean two things. It might be easy to persuade him into things or it might be hard for him to open up to someone—much more to a stranger.
Yuuta tapped his legs lightly—telling him the place he needed to go.
He was delighted to know that Toge was the first option—he’s easy to coerce.
Toge walks slowly—his eyes are glued on the floor. He looks like a scared bunny right now.
“You don’t have to be nervous, hyung.” Yuuta lets out a soft laugh—“You won’t strip. You’ll just have to touch me and my cock doesn't bite,”
He laughs softly and tries to make Toge feel comfortable with this whole thing.
Yuuta winked and took Toge's hand slowly—playing with his fingers, and rubbing his thumbs a little against the fair and soft skin he has. And when he got Toge to look at him—he smiled. And it’s the one that no ever girl have dared to reject.
And it seems, Toge couldn’t reject it as well.
Yuuta guided him to sit on his lap—Toge flinched a little when an arm went around his waist.
“It’ll be easy this way,” Yuuta whispered—slowly unbuckling his belt.
He wanted Toge to do it but he thought it’d be too much—for the first time.
Toge flushed as soon as he saw a dick—that is not his—in front of him.
He’s big—and he’s long. Yuuta has heard countless times how hard it is to take him whole—but everyone still tries their best or Yuuta still made sure all of his could be warmed up.
Yuuta takes Toge’s hand close to his flesh. He leans to the boy, “Just wrap your hand around it, hyung.”
Toge swallowed—his adam apple moves, and Yuuta almost wanted to put his lips on it and kiss it. But he held back—he had to. He wouldn’t want to stop when they haven’t even started yet.
He tried to find Toge’s eyes—and they were staring right to his dick. Yuuta could almost laugh—he looks like a kid that has seen a toy for the first time.
But, his dick is far from any toy. It’s massive and heavy.
Yuuta flinched a little as soon as he felt a warm hand around his manhood. Toge’s small hand feels hot against his skin. A lot of people have touched him already—but maybe, nothing beats when it’s someone that is new to this thing.
Yuuta placed his hand on top of Toge—guiding him to the pace he wanted. “Move your hands like this,” Yuuta breathes, “And use your thumb to squeeze the tip, hyung.”
And Toge followed silently—his warm hand wrapped around the cock. He repeated it twice. He made sure to give attention to the tip—and didn’t even mind when a few pre-cum is leaking on top of it. The veins have started to show up little by little—and it’s starting to feel harder.
Toge looked at him—his eyes asking. And when Yuuta nodded, gave him a smile—it was enough to tell him he’s doing a good job. Toge takes his two hands—wrapped them around the now hard cock in front of him and warms it up—tighter. It became bigger and heavier in his hands.
“Ahhh, that’s right, hyung.” Yuuta moans—he leaned closely—reaching Toge and his ear.
He breathes heavily—closing his eyes and feeling how Toge moves his hands—now much faster than what he had thought. Yuuta leaned his head on the boy’s shoulder—moaning right here and there.
“Fuck,” he curses deeply—his nose buried to Toge’s neck, smelling him this close.
He smelled nice—too sweet and too inviting. Yuuta was close—hard, and wanted a release. But he doesn’t forget where he is yet and who it is he’s doing with.
“I’m ready, hyung,” he breathes.
Toge lets out an inaudible sound—he couldn’t make a word for it so he leaned back to find his eyes. He was looking back at him but his hands continued moving. He held the cock tighter—even when his hands were already covered with some pre-cum. It’s sticky and slippery. .
Yuuta takes Toge’s hands off his cock— replacing it with his own hands—he’s touching his cock this time. He’s playing with it—as he closes his eyes and feels the warmth coming off from Toge’s body pressed against him. He leaned closer and rested his chin on Toge's shoulder–breathing softly as he continued to pump his own cock.
“Fuck,” Yuuta mumbles under his breath—moving his hands and shooting his cock in the hole he made through his hand.
And all Toge could do back there was to sit and watch him with his eyes. He’s thinking about three things right now—Yuuta sounded so hot, he’s close to his cock—and Toge could feel his own manhood reacting to everything.
Yuuta gripped his cock tighter—and pumped one more time before cumming right in front of Toge.
He breathes heavily as he opens his eyes and sees Toge looking at his cock. Yuuta shakes his head—of course, his cock is the star of this scene.
He tapped Toge’s hand to get his attention. “Did you get a good view?” he grinned.
Toge’s cheeks turned to red—he was caught checking his cock as it continued to pulse in its place.
He pulled away from Yuuta—a way from his lap and his cock. He clears his throat—needing to get a hold of himself. He can’t deny that—seeing that close was enough for him to keep it engraved in his head. He’d be able to draw that. He’s sure of it.
He won’t be able to forget it easily.
He’s sure Yuuta and his cock will keep him awake tonight.