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“uno.”
“uno? again?” matthew groans, head slumping against the table. “ricky, you’re fucking cheating.”
“am not.”
“are so,” matthew argues, slapping down a draw two card. now it’s hanbin’s turn to groan, half the deck already stuffed between his fingers as he begrudgingly adds a couple more to his collection. “you’ve won four times in a row tonight. i’m calling bullshit.”
“check his pockets,” hanbin suggests, “i bet he’s hiding some cards in his pants.”
“check his ass,” zhanghao snorts, placing a wild card in the center of the table. “he could fit the whole deck up there.”
ricky just shrugs, a singular card caught between his fingers as he twirls it back and forth in his hand, careful not to reveal the color or number on the front side. there’s a darkened flush across his cheeks from the stacks of emptied soju bottles littering the counter of hanbin and zhanghao’s apartment, but his gaze remains sharply in focus as he anticipates his next win.
zhanghao scrutinizes ricky’s last card, carefully deliberating over which color it might be, before his choice finally leaves his lips.
“blue.”
number nine, blue. ricky just sits there with a smug little smile playing on his lips as the rest of his friends simultaneously erupt into a series of curses and complaints, abandoned cards scattered all over the table. “forget it,” matthew mutters, grabbing a half-finished soju bottle and chugging nearly the rest of its contents in one go, “i don’t want to play anymore.”
“how do you even cheat at uno?” hanbin asks no one in particular, and ricky merely hums as he gathers some of the stray cards on his end of the table. his hand pauses midair when his phone suddenly buzzes, vibrating harshly against the wooden surface, and a tipsy snort of amusement leaves his lips at the notification he receives.
“hey guys,” ricky giggles, waving his friends over, “come check this out.”
a couple faces gather over ricky’s shoulder as he shows off the contents of his phone, displaying what appears to be a poorly designed advertisement on the screen.
shimmaomi
don’t know what amazing sex is supposed to feel like? can’t seem to please your partner in bed?
you can cum♡ to me with all your intimate problems! nothing is too embarrassing for my sexpert tutoring services, which will help you understand your own body for more satisfying experiences. discuss all your concerns, interests, and dirty fantasies with me through a series of one-on-one meetings in a strictly confidential environment.
sex only gets better and better! feel yourself change with each lesson and enjoy a personalized curriculum made by yours truly~
for more information, call or text me at +82-4-520-1839.
a couple beats of stunned silence pass. “you have way too much free time on your hands,” matthew says at last. behind him, zhanghao scoffs.
“have you fucking lost it? there’s no way anyone’s falling for that. it’s clearly a scam.”
“wow, so many comments already,” hanbin points out. he’s right. even ricky has to admit that his own craftsmanship looks sketchy as hell, but despite that there’s still a surprising amount of engagement on his post considering that it was only made a couple hours ago on the burner account he uses for social media stalking. ricky taps on the discussions box below and begins scrolling through the dozens of messages left by various users.
user_55039
are you serious? LOL
user_29483
show me the rest of your face, and then i’ll decide if i want sex lessons from you.
user_1467
nice shirt, i’m more interested in buying that instead hahaha
user_01372
sexy lips
user_40294
hey, i know some people who could use your services. can i send you my ex’s number?
user_936503
i think you’re posting this in the wrong forum…
“it was just a joke,” ricky explains with a dismissive wave of his hand, words still slurring from the leftover alcohol in his system. he had been completely smashed when he made the post, but it’s even funnier now that he’s starting to sober up a bit. “it’s not like anyone’s actually going to take it seriously.”
as if right on cue, his phone suddenly buzzes with another notification. this time, it comes from a new message in his inbox, not a comment on the post. zhanghao gasps, and ricky’s fingers freeze over his screen.
“no fucking way.”
kimgroobin
hello iwoukd like to sign up for ur classes. i justg ot dumpbed by my ex booyrfirend who said i couldnt fuck nd suck cuz i onnly sucked and iwas cryigng over it whenn i saw your post.
doyo u request payment before we meet? or should i sned u the money atfer? pls let me konw when we can schedlue a lesson. i am desparate.
“man. that’s really sad.”
ricky barely hears the words coming from matthew’s mouth, thumbs already hovering over the keyboard as he begins to formulate his response. a hand grabs at the crook of his elbow and he glances up to meet hanbin’s widened gaze, pinning him with an incredulous stare.
“you’re not seriously going to scam this poor guy, right? he’s clearly wasted. and depressed. he doesn’t need to lose his boyfriend and his money.”
“who said i was scamming anyone?” ricky huffs. “if he really needs the help, then maybe i can actually give it to him.”
hanbin doesn’t look convinced, which is frankly a little insulting. “are you even qualified? ricky, you’ve fucked like two guys.”
three guys, actually, and two of them are currently in ricky’s presence, so they should be able to testify that he knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. “if kim groobin here is so bad at sex that his boyfriend dumped him because of it,” ricky reasons, “then he won’t be able to tell the difference anyway.”
he clicks on the empty profile picture of the user who messaged him and briefly snoops around for a couple of seconds, curious to see exactly what kind of person would be pathetic enough to fall for his ridiculous advertisement. nothing. the profile is completely barren, quickly explained by the fact that it was created just recently this month. ricky wonders if the account had been made for the sole purpose of responding to his post, which makes him feel even more sorry for whoever’s behind it.
“ricky might be right,” matthew says. “besides, it’d be worse if he didn’t respond. imagine getting ghosted by a porn bot.”
except ricky isn’t actually a porn bot, and if he agrees to meet this loser on the internet then he’ll need to commit to it. he takes a second to mull over the situation in his head, debating whether or not it’s worth entertaining things for the plot, and comes up with what he considers to be a pretty comprehensive list that ends up getting outweighed by a single item on the pros side:
it’s fucking hilarious.
shimmaomi
hello mr. kim,
thank you for your interest in my sexpert tutoring services. before we proceed with scheduling a meeting, please inform me of your full name, age, and phone number if you’d prefer communicating over text. if you have any other preferences, feel free to list them here as well. based on this information, we can then decide on a date for your orientation.
gyuvin wakes up with his neck cramping at an uncomfortable angle against the armrest of his couch, a terrible migraine pounding at the back of his skull, and three new messages from a number that he doesn’t recognize.
his eyes are still swollen and heavy from sleep, but they quickly fly open once he scans over his notifications a couple of times. what the fuck, gyuvin thinks, trying to remember when he had made an appointment with some so-called sexpert tutor, and suddenly the events of last night all come crashing back down on him.
what started out as a normal weekend date with his boyfriend of four months had ended with gyuvin freshly single and alone in his apartment, sobbing his eyes out on the floor as he downed shot after shot of soju. gyuvin never drank, had hardly even touched alcohol before, and the reason why was obvious now. he didn’t even want to know which corner of the internet he had been wandering around to find this shim ricky character, but they were now scheduled to meet in less than an hour.
gyuvin burns with embarrassment when he remembers the reason for his recent breakup: you suck in bed.
before the various feedback he had received from his previous partners, all two of them, gyuvin hadn’t even known that being bad at sex was a thing. maybe not every couple had the best chemistry, but as long as both parties involved were horny enough then it didn’t matter how you stuck it in as long as there was some sort of action was going on, right?
wrong. it wasn’t a matter of sexual chemistry, either, because gyuvin’s exes made it very clear that he was the problem. he dated a girl first, and then a boy, and while both of them had initially been so eager to get him into bed, practically jumping his bones every chance they got, their enthusiasm immediately dampened after the first round of sex and only continued in a downward spiral that was more like a straight vertical drop until they flat out refused to let gyuvin even try anything. it was definitely humbling, that was for sure. gyuvin knew he was inexperienced, and maybe a little clumsy at touching and kissing and all of that, but he hadn’t considered it enough of a problem to warrant being dumped. twice.
ricky, apparently, has the solution to that problem.
which is all gyuvin knows about the guy, at this point. this mysterious ricky hadn’t offered any of his own personal information other than his phone number, and that was only because gyuvin gave him his number first—along with his full name, date of birth, address, the last four digits of his credit card number, and a funny picture of his dog eumppappa that he had taken two months ago on summer break. ricky hadn’t even asked for those last three things. if he wasn’t planning on scamming gyuvin before, then he was definitely considering it now.
“dude.” gunwook lets out a muffled groan, shoving his face into his hands. the judgmental staring that had lasted for a good few minutes before gunwook even spoke made gyuvin start to regret inviting him over, having called his friend in a panic right after the gravity of his situation sank in. “you got so fucking scammed.”
“i wouldn’t call it a scam if i haven’t lost any money yet,” gyuvin argues, “it’s not like i gave him my credit card information or something.” not all of it, anyway.
“okay, so you’re going to get scammed,” gunwook corrects himself. he leans back against gyuvin’s couch, arms tucked behind his head. “seriously, are you still going to meet this guy? you should have blocked his number the moment you woke up.”
“well,” gyuvin mumbles. he stares down at his phone screen where his few messages with ricky stare back at him, brief texts exchanged back and forth once gyuvin was sober enough to form somewhat coherent sentences. even with the little information he knew about ricky, gyuvin thought that the other man sounded knowledgeable and professional, like he could really offer gyuvin some valuable help with his relationship woes. so what if he was probably some sixty-year-old man who was planning to swindle away gyuvin’s entire life savings? gyuvin wouldn’t know until he committed to the meeting that he had already scheduled, and it could prove to be something worthwhile after all. “it’s too late to cancel now. i’m supposed to meet with ricky in ten minutes.”
“you’re crazy,” gunwook mutters, shaking his head, “you’re actually crazy.”
“i’m doing it,” gyuvin says firmly, “i should at least give him a chance, right?”
the skeptical expression that meets his words is not reassuring. still, gyuvin decides to brush off gunwook’s concerns and heads across the street to where he and ricky had arranged their meeting, a small coffee shop quite close to his apartment. gyuvin gets there early and chooses a seat next to the window so he can observe all the new faces strolling down the sidewalk, wondering which one was ricky. would he be older? the same age? taller? shorter? korean? foreign? gyuvin had no idea what to expect.
“kim gyuvin, right?”
a smooth baritone timbre greets gyuvin from across the table and he has to do an immediate double take at the newcomer to make sure that he isn’t hallucinating, because holy shit. the angelic voice is accompanied by impeccably styled blonde hair and thin wire-framed glasses, perched on top of a sharply angled nose. sultry feline eyes peer at him from behind the lenses, a courteous smile curving the plump shape of his impossibly full lips, and delicate hands fidget with the slender waist of his pants.
“ricky,” the man adds, gesturing to himself when gyuvin makes no move to budge at all. “sorry, i should have introduced myself first.”
gyuvin’s too busy choking on the drool gathered under his tongue to come up with a proper response, so by the time he does, the expression on ricky’s face has gone from polite to slightly concerned. “yeah,” he manages to squeak out, then clears his throat and tries again. “that’s me.”
no wonder this guy was a sex specialist. he looked like the definition of sex itself, dripping allure from every facet of his being, and gyuvin was ready to accept any lesson that he offered with no questions asked. demonstrations would be nice. gyuvin was a visual learner, after all.
“nice to meet you,” ricky says, settling into his seat. he makes a small noise of surprise when gyuvin wordlessly slides him a drink, having already ordered while he was waiting for ricky to show up. iced americano seemed to be a safe bet with most people, so that was the drink of choice today. half the ice in the glass had already melted into the shots of espresso, wetness condensing around the edges. “oh, thank you.”
gyuvin watches as ricky takes the tiniest sip through the straw, the inner corners of his brows creasing where the rest of his face struggles to remain composed. he swallows, tongue sliding against his bottom lip, and subtly nudges the drink to the side. “so, gyuvin, tell me a little about yourself.”
not a fan of the americano, then. gyuvin makes a mental note to order something else next time, maybe the complete opposite with loads of cream and sugar instead. “like, anything?”
ricky nods, and gyuvin racks his brain for something interesting to say. “i can break an apple in half with my bare hands,” is what he settles on.
he receives a stifled chuckle in return. “something more to do with your sex life, maybe.”
gyuvin isn’t a prude by any means, but the words sex life spoken so casually in a public space make him startle a little in his seat. he does a nervous glance around the café, checking to make sure that no one in their vicinity is listening to their conversation, before he leans in close until his face is barely a few inches away from ricky’s own.
“my sex life,” gyuvin whispers, “is in the gutters, man.”
“i…gathered,” ricky says slowly. his fingertips brush across the bridge of his nose, fixing the angle of his glasses. “but there’s no need to worry. that’s what i’m here for, after all. do you have any particular concerns, anything specific you wanted to talk about today?”
gyuvin tries to remember if his ex-boyfriend had ever told him exactly what part of sex he was bad at—kissing with too much teeth? rubbing his fingers too hard? moving his hips too fast?—but every single time it was just the one comment that haunted him in the shower afterward: you’re bad at sex. all of it, apparently.
ricky must sense his hesitation. “any topic is fine,” he goes on, reaching for his drink to take another meager sip, “emotional issues, physical issues, whatever. for example, if you’ve had any problems with erectile dysfunction…”
gyuvin barks out a laugh that makes ricky jump, knocking around the glass in his hands. a bit of americano sloshes over the rim and spills between the cracks of his fingers. gyuvin is immediately on his feet, grabbing a bunch of the napkins at their table and taking hold of ricky’s wrist to pat his hand dry.
“i’m so sorry,” he apologizes in a rush, gently dabbing at ricky’s dampened skin. “but no. it’s nothing like that. i’m not sure what the problem is, actually, my past partners have never really gone into detail.”
gyuvin finishes cleaning the mess and is about to sit back down when ricky places a hand over his retreating arm, warmth lingering where skin touches skin. “if you’re not sure,” ricky starts, “then you’ll just have to show me yourself.”
he looks up at gyuvin, an unreadable smile playing on his lips.
“shall we go find out?”
during the thirty minutes it had taken for ricky to arrive at the address gyuvin sent him the night before, he finally had the time to wonder exactly what kind of person would respond to his ridiculous post. there were limited possibilities for someone who was desperate enough to seek a so-called sexpert tutor online—whoever had contacted ricky was probably unbearably awkward, painfully inexperienced, and not much to look at. a young, handsome man in his early twenties with the face of a celebrity and model-like proportions was definitely out of the question, and ricky had to blink twice when that was what he saw sitting at the table gyuvin described to him in his last text just moments ago.
it couldn’t be. ricky had swallowed hard, adjusted his fake glasses that did nothing for his eyesight but did make him look extra hot, and mustered up the courage to stride forward in a few swift steps. the man glanced up when ricky’s fingers tapped against the table, the frontal view of his features just as gorgeous as his side profile when he had been gazing out the window, and his face lit up in recognition at the kim gyuvin that left ricky’s lips. so it was him.
ricky had looked into gyuvin’s large, shining eyes, so innocent and puppy-like, and all he could think was fuck me.
in both senses of the phrase, apparently, because their meeting at the café lasts all of ten minutes before ricky finds himself standing at a hotel reception counter with gyuvin trailing right behind him, fidgeting anxiously while ricky books a room for the second half of their session. ricky wonders if he’s just nervous because he’s about to have sex with a stranger, or if he thinks that ricky will murder him and harvest his organs for the black market or something.
most likely not the second one. ricky takes the keys that the hotel receptionist hands him, and he feels like he’s leading gyuvin on a leash when they make their way up to one of the top floors of the building. the room is beautifully furnished, fairly spacious with an incredible view—ricky isn’t keen on resorting to a cheaper accommodation even when they’ll only be here for an hour at most—but what really matters is the king-sized mattress in the middle of the room.
“i’ll wash up first,” ricky tells gyuvin, because the other man is starting to look like he’ll pass out from his nerves if he spends any longer in ricky’s presence, “and you can think over what you want to learn today while i’m in the shower.”
gyuvin nods, overgrown bangs flopping into his eyes with the rapid movement as his head bobs up and down, and ricky resists the urge to reach out a hand and tuck the strands away from his face. the warm water from the shower helps to calm some of his own nerves, because really, what is he doing here? having sex with someone he may or may not have scammed online as a joke? at least said someone is extremely attractive, but ricky is still far too sober for this situation and he’s starting to miss the buzz of alcohol in his veins that had given liquid courage to his actions last night.
ricky takes a deep breath, bathrobe pulled tightly around his body, and steps out of the shower. he nods at gyuvin, who is perched stiffly at the edge of an armchair near the door instead of lounging in a more comfortable position, and the younger man quickly disappears into the bathroom with a mumbled excuse me as he scoots past ricky. the water begins running again, and that gives ricky some time to update his nosy friends on what’s going on—yes, he’s alive, no, he doesn’t need emergency rescue services, is he enjoying this? maybe.
ricky is still busy typing on his phone when the bathroom door finally creaks open. gyuvin emerges from the shower, skin flushed where the deep cut of his bathrobe exposes his bare chest, leaving hot steam cascading behind his lanky figure. his height had been obvious even while he was sitting down, long legs extending far past his side of the coffee shop table, but ricky hadn’t realized until they were standing side by side just how tall gyuvin really was. it was rare for ricky to look up when he talked to someone else but he was prompted to lift his chin every time gyuvin commanded his attention, neck craning backward to meet his earnest gaze, forced on his tippy toes to really be on eye level with the other man.
ricky liked it. if he were to describe his impression of gyuvin so far, an honest answer would be exactly my type.
“sorry i took so long,” gyuvin says a little sheepishly, one hand ruffling the dampened strands at the back of his head. ricky tucks his phone away and pats the empty space next to him on the hotel bed, encouraging gyuvin to come closer. the younger boy shuffles forward until his butt drops onto the mattress, a polite few inches away.
“it’s important to take your time getting ready for any intimate play,” ricky reassures him, quickly reverting back to his tutor persona as he places a soothing hand on gyuvin’s knee. he strokes once, just to feel gyuvin shiver under his touch. “the first step to having great sex is just making sure that both parties involved are comfortable. so tell me, gyuvin, how do you feel right now?”
“really fucking scared,” gyuvin admits immediately. ricky waits for him to take a deep breath, then continue. “but not in a bad way? i’m…excited. i think. to learn, i mean.”
to ricky’s surprise, gyuvin doesn’t shy away when he leans in closer, noses nearly brushing with the proximity. “are you ready, then?” ricky asks, letting his voice drop into a seductive murmur, and he doesn’t miss the way gyuvin’s tongue darts out to wet his lower lip.
instead of replying, gyuvin closes the distance between them. the first thing ricky registers is that gyuvin’s tongue reaches his mouth before their lips even touch, and then their teeth are clumsily knocking together at the wrong angle. “sorry,” gyuvin mutters when ricky hisses into his mouth, and secures a massive hand at the back of his neck to try again.
ricky is quickly starting to realize why gyuvin’s ex-boyfriend had dumped him. gyuvin is an awful kisser, using way too much tongue and spit as he slobbers all over ricky like a dog, and with the insistent meshing of his lips he never finds a good rhythm to follow. ricky has to try hard not to laugh when gyuvin misses his mouth entirely, kissing the side of his chin instead. the rest of their makeout session is equally disastrous, if not worse, and ricky fights desperately to maintain a neutral expression once gyuvin finally pulls away, anticipation glimmering in his eyes.
“was that good?”
“it was,” ricky begins, adjusting the crooked balance of his glasses and wiping the excess saliva from the corners of his mouth, “insightful.”
gyuvin’s face falls. he looks so much like a kicked puppy that ricky can’t help but feel sorry for him, even though “insightful” was already generous and “near death experience” would have been a much more accurate description.
“here, let me give you some pointers,” ricky offers. he makes another move for a kiss, then pushes a finger between their faces when gyuvin immediately hurries to meet his lips. “first off, go slow. match my pace, don’t force it.”
he leans in once more, and this time gyuvin lets him. ricky builds up a gentle momentum with his kisses, just soft pecks here and there before he introduces a nudge of tongue between their lips, and then the delicate exchange is broken when gyuvin tries to eat him alive again.
“patience,” ricky scolds lightly, giving gyuvin a stern tap on the button of his nose. “imagine there’s a piece of candy between our mouths when we kiss. you want the candy to melt on your tongue, not break in half or swallow it. does that make sense now?”
ricky doesn’t even know if that makes sense to himself, having come up with the example on the spot while his eyes trailed over to a bowl of mints on the hotel coffee table, but gyuvin just nods, dumbly. his eyes are still fixated on ricky’s lips. they’ve naturally shifted closer while making out so ricky is nearly halfway on top of gyuvin, and he decides to make things easier for the both of them by settling his full weight into gyuvin’s lap.
“you initiate the kiss,” ricky suggests once he’s made himself comfortable, and gyuvin easily complies.
he’s an impressively fast learner. the kiss is definitely still sloppy and rough around the edges, but much more practiced than the first few times. ricky has to bite back a moan when gyuvin licks teasingly at the cavern of his mouth and he wonders if gyuvin’s only fault in bed is his lack of experience, punished for being overly enthusiastic to please his partner. with the looks of his face and body, gyuvin is already halfway there to satisfying anyone he wants in bed anyway.
“good,” ricky forces his voice to stay composed once they separate, swaying forward to rest his forehead against gyuvin’s fluffy chestnut locks as he takes a moment to catch his breath. “better.”
gyuvin preens at the praise, practically wagging his tail with a big dopey grin plastered all over his handsome features, and ricky is starting to think that something worthwhile may come out of this whole joke after all.
the first lesson ends there, because now that he realizes just how serious gyuvin is about his sex lessons, ricky needs to figure out something that will actually be worth his time. before their next scheduled appointment, he watches some videos, starts reading a book on sex advice, and even buys a dildo for practice purposes. the rehearsal demonstrations in front of his bathroom mirror are a little embarrassing, but ricky thinks that with the suit and glasses on, he’s kind of selling it.
besides, the only person he needs to persuade is gyuvin, and so far gyuvin is falling for the whole facade—hook, line, and sinker. he texts ricky throughout the week, asking questions about lovemaking that immediately get plugged into the naver search engine, or updating him on how his at-home practice has been going. it’s endearing, how sincere gyuvin is about improving himself in bed, to the point where ricky is almost annoyed that his ex made him feel so bad about his sexual performance.
but whatever. anything from gyuvin’s own personal life is none of his business. as far as ricky is concerned, he’ll meet gyuvin a few more times until he stops feeling bad about deceiving the younger boy with his ad, and then he’ll just make some sort of excuse about how he can’t see gyuvin anymore and that’s that. it’s a foolproof plan, really, and gyuvin himself might even get bored of the lessons or realize that it’s a sham long before that point.
“okay, so let me get this straight,” taerae says. he’s speaking way too loudly for their surroundings, trapped in a large lecture hall filled with mostly half-asleep students as the professor keeps going down random tangents that have nothing to do with the slideshow at all, but ricky doesn’t bother shushing him. “gyuvin isn’t some loser who crawled out of his mom’s basement and has never learned how to use soap in his life? wild.”
“he’s kind of a loser,” ricky amends, twirling a pen around his fingers, “but in a hot way. i don’t know, i think it’s adorable that he’s so clueless in bed.”
taerae shoots him a funny look that ricky chooses to ignore. “you find a man taller than you and suddenly you don’t know how to act,” his friend mutters. not true, but not entirely wrong, either. “so are you seeing him again?”
ricky had been surprised when gyuvin asked to meet him again at the end of their last lesson, wanting to arrange another appointment as soon as possible. same time, same place. “he needs my help,” ricky reasons, “it would be cruel of me to cut him off right now.”
“or to keep leading him on.”
“since when did you sound like hanbin-hyung?” ricky huffs. the other students around them have started shuffling their belongings together, so he grabs his ipad and tucks it away into his bag. “i’m not hurting anyone. if anything, i’m doing gyuvin a favor with my charity work.”
“you’re literally taking his money,” taerae points out, “that’s what a scam is.”
ricky had already spent all night thinking of a solution to that exact problem, and finally settled on a plan that he thought was pretty solid. “i’m going to delay gyuvin’s payment until the end of all our lessons,” he says, “and then i’ll just…ghost him and never ask for the money.”
it sounds stupid, now that he’s saying it out loud. ricky winces a little at his own words, suddenly feeling like an asshole, even though he isn’t doing anything too bad. there’s some honesty missing from his relationship with gyuvin, sure, but everything is consensual and they’re both getting a good fuck out of it—or at least, it’s a work in progress on gyuvin’s end.
“have fun,” is all taerae says when ricky stands up with his bag slung over his shoulder, because at the end of the day he’s still an enabler. ricky waves his fingers in farewell as he strides out of the classroom, and as soon as he rounds the corner, he checks his phone for the series of texts that had been bombarding his notifications for the better part of the last hour.
it’s gyuvin, again. the man isn’t afraid to double, triple, or…whatever multiplier could be used to describe seventeen texts in a row. there’s a short video clip sent along with his messages this time, and ricky briefly skims the contents before realizing that he shouldn’t be watching gyuvin make out with his pillow while he’s still surrounded by a crowd of other students on campus. you don’t need to send me proof of your progress, ricky fumbles with the strap slipping from his shoulder as he types out the response, you can just show me during our next lesson.
his message immediately gets marked as seen, even though it’s been several minutes since gyuvin’s last text. three dots pop up at the bottom of his screen to indicate that gyuvin is typing, but after a few seconds, they disappear.
see you tomorrow, ricky adds as an afterthought. a moment later he receives a sticker reaction from gyuvin in return, a puppy giving a thumbs-up accompanied by a row of smiley face emojis, and the corners of ricky’s lips curl upward in a small smile. cute.
strawberry cream milk tea, honey tapioca pearls with vanilla foam on top, full sugar and half ice. most of the ice cubes are still intact by the time ricky arrives, rattling against the walls of the glass when he slides into the seat across from gyuvin. gyuvin offers the drink forward with one hand and ricky makes an appreciative noise as he accepts it, slender fingers brushing against gyuvin’s own.
ricky looks just as good today as he did the first time they met, still styled to perfection with those glasses sitting pretty on the bridge of his nose. gyuvin wonders if ricky actually needs corrective lenses to see or if he just wears the glasses as a fashion choice. either way, gyuvin’s into it.
“here,” ricky says, sliding a sheet of paper over to gyuvin’s side of the table. gyuvin sets down his own mango smoothie and peers at the printed list of items, all neatly organized. “based on our orientation last week, i came up with a schedule for our lessons. you can look over each topic and let me know if you have any questions or concerns.”
kissing, check. fingering, handjobs, blowjobs, anal sex, kink exploration…gyuvin’s cheeks grow progressively warmer as the list continues, shrinking a little in his seat to shield the paper from any wandering gazes. it’s a very comprehensive selection of sex acts, including a few things gyuvin hasn’t tried before with his past partners. he’s almost surprised that ricky went this in depth with planning their lessons, although he supposes that the blonde is a certified sexpert after all.
there’s just one thing missing. “um,” gyuvin starts, sliding the schedule flat onto the table, “i was going to ask you this last time, but we never discussed payment.”
“ah,” ricky says after a brief moment of pause, “payment will be due after you complete all your lessons. i’ll email you a separate file for that.”
“are you sure? that seems…”
ricky must catch the confused shift in gyuvin’s expression, and there’s a teasing lilt to his voice when he speaks. “why? were you thinking of running away in the middle of class?”
“no no no,” gyuvin hurries to assure him with his hands waving about in the air, “i’ll stay for each and every one of your lessons. really.”
ricky just barely smiles, the tip of his tongue playing with the end of his straw. gyuvin watches the pinkness between his lips twirl back and forth and suddenly the room is much too hot and his pants are much too tight. their time spent in the café is even shorter this time, with a ride called to their hotel as soon as ricky finishes chewing each tapioca pearl in his drink, and gyuvin wonders if he tastes as sweet as the strawberry flavor coating his tongue.
there’s little prelude to their lesson once they’ve both washed up and are sitting on the bed. “ready to show me what you remembered from last time?” ricky asks, peering up at gyuvin through his wispy lashes, seductive without even trying. gyuvin eagerly crawls on top of ricky but slows down when their lips meet, working from small motions as he gently licks and nips before nudging his tongue along the seam of ricky’s mouth, asking for permission. ricky easily grants him access and they make out for a while, moving languidly against each other until gyuvin unconsciously ruts his hips forward and ricky breaks the kiss.
“that was good,” he affirms, one hand petting down the side of gyuvin’s arm, “you’re a very quick learner. now tell me, what comes next?”
“i stick it in?” gyuvin guesses. the space between ricky’s brows creases.
“you stick what in?”
“my,” gyuvin sits back on his haunches, gesturing broadly to his crotch, and ricky’s expression crumples entirely.
“okay. lesson two,” ricky instructs, pushing himself off the mattress to lean against the headrest and let his knees fall open to the sides, “fingering. for whoever’s topping, they may just see it as some unnecessary foreplay in the way of intercourse, but for the bottom, it’s extremely important that they’re properly prepared for penetration. forcing it in can be painful, and in some cases, may cause tears or bleeding.”
gyuvin listens with rapt attention, nodding at each point as his eyes remains fixated on ricky’s hand trailing between his legs. “you try fingering me first,” ricky suggests, and gyuvin can hear the rustling of his bathrobe coming off as he retrieves the lube from the back pocket of his discarded pants.
with the packet of lube secured, gyuvin turns around and nearly chokes at the sight that greets him. ricky had already looked ethereal with clothes on but naked is a whole other story, each dip and swell of his body sculpted by the heavens above. gyuvin had caught glimpses of the flushed skin beneath his bathrobe last time and he’s pleased to see that the pink continues where he couldn’t see, a rosy tinge all over ricky like he’s turning into one of the strawberry flavored things he loves so much.
gyuvin slicks up his fingers and pokes one of them into the puckered rim between ricky’s spread thighs right away. he moves it stiffly back and forth, trying to find some yield in the tightness clenching around his hand, then shoves in another digit up to the second knuckle. ricky winces, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth as his legs flex around gyuvin, and when gyuvin starts working in a third finger without waiting for him to adjust ricky pushes at his shoulders, forcing him to stop.
“we have some problems here,” ricky says, and gyuvin immediately deflates when he looks up to see the blonde’s features twisted in pain.
was it really that bad? gyuvin’s previous partners had never complained about his fingering before, although in hindsight, maybe they were just glad to be receiving any sort of preparation before they took his cock. “i never had to do this much,” gyuvin confesses, “either my ex did the work or we just skipped it entirely.”
“yeah, i can tell,” ricky mutters. he draws his knees up higher, giving gyuvin a clearer view between his legs. “you did use a lot of lube, which is good, but everything else was a mess. you shouldn’t hurry through foreplay.”
he circles a couple fingers around his entrance and lets them stroke over the fluttering hole, slowly easing himself into the sensation. one finger slips past the rim and begins pumping in and out, working in smooth, shallow motions that allow his body to relax around the stretch before he adds another. “fingering in itself can be very enjoyable for both partners,” ricky explains, lips parting at the crook of his digits, “not just on the receiving end.”
gyuvin thinks he knows what ricky means, heat stirring in his stomach just from watching the older boy pleasure himself. “wanna try again?” ricky offers in a low murmur, fingers drooling slick when they leave his ass, and gyuvin wastes no time in replacing them with his own.
his second attempt is still clumsy, fingers pushing in at an off angle and thrusting without much sense of rhythm, but at least he doesn’t seem to be hurting ricky anymore with how carefully he controls the pace of his movements. the discomfort in ricky’s expression gradually loosens until all of the tension in his face goes slack, something more like arousal starting to take over his face as gyuvin figures out how to work him open. encouraged by the improvement, gyuvin accidentally jams his fingers forward in excitement, and ricky’s whole body immediately seizes at the abrupt intrusion.
“ahh—” the sharp cry of pain from ricky instantly dissolves into a broken moan when gyuvin’s digits slip a little further in, prodding against a slight bulge that feels soft and velvety underneath his fingertips. ricky is so tight that gyuvin has no choice but to keep pressing down on the same spot, and he watches in fascination as ricky gasps and twitches around his hand through the spasms of pleasure. was that the prostate he always came across in his research? gyuvin had never played around with his ass enough to discover his own, and in his last relationship he was beginning to think that his ex didn’t have one.
“does that feel…good?” gyuvin wavers, unsure of the reaction he’s receiving. he wiggles his fingers in experimentation, and ricky’s back arches off the bed with a particularly loud moan.
“what do you fucking thi—” ricky unclenches his jaw, and takes in a deep breath. “yes, you’re doing well. you can try adding another finger if you’re ready.”
ricky has loosened enough that gyuvin can spread his fingers without resistance, so he inserts a third one and marvels at how the tiny hole stretched around his digits swallows them in. “have you ever been told that your fingers are really big?” ricky grunts, sounding very out of breath, and gyuvin looks down at where the blonde’s own slim fingers are grasping restlessly at the sheets. “it probably takes longer for your partners to adjust.”
“i’ve been told that i’m big everywhere,” gyuvin says, even though he thinks that he’s very normal-sized. he’s pretty tall, he supposes, but not nearly enough for all the fuss that everyone seemed to make about his measurements. “why, is that a bad thing?”
a few more thrusts of his hand and ricky is pushing gyuvin away by the shoulders, lifting himself off the mattress. gyuvin blinks, confused at the sudden halt to his ministrations, before ricky is crawling on top of him and settling into his lap, fingers skimming the knot tied around his waist. “wait, but you just said—”
“here’s another tip for you,” ricky interrupts, busying himself with undressing gyuvin from his bathrobe, “if your partner is responding well to your efforts, then there’s no need to drag things out. you don’t want to make them wait too long, hmm? once you’re familiar with what you’re doing, then you can tease and play around a little,” he says, sitting back to drift a hand over gyuvin’s bare chest, “but while you’re still learning, it’s best to just follow the natural pace that your partner will set, especially if they’re more experienced.”
right. ricky is the expert here, gyuvin reminds himself, and that quickly becomes obvious from how easily he gets gyuvin hot and worked up just from a bit of touching. his hands travel further down to expose gyuvin’s lower half and the younger boy has to hide his reddening face when his overly excited cock springs into view, muffling an embarrassed giggle into his palms.
ricky immediately goes still, every motion within his body frozen at the sight of gyuvin’s hard-on, and he stares for so long in silence that gyuvin begins to panic. was his dick the reason he had gotten dumped? did it have a weird color or funny shape or something? “you don’t have to keep looking at it if it’s ugly,” gyuvin offers awkwardly, trying to shield his crotch from ricky’s fixed gaze, and that seems to snap the blonde out of his reverie.
“no, that’s not the case,” ricky coughs after a moment, turning his face to the side. his pupils are so large and dark, covering nearly the entire expanse of his iris, and gyuvin thinks he could lose himself in those mesmerizing depths. “but your size…that may present a slight issue. have your previous partners ever complained about pain after intercourse?”
they had complained about everything, really, but gyuvin can’t remember much about pain in particular. his exes did always seem to have soreness in their backs, although they were both a couple years older than him and he had just assumed it was the inevitable consequence of approaching their mid-twenties. “probably,” gyuvin admits in hindsight, “that might have been one of the reasons they didn’t want to have sex with me.”
“fucking hell,” ricky mutters under his breath. he adjusts his glasses again, neatly trimmed nails tinkering with the edges of his wire frames. “for starters, being more aware of your own body will probably help to improve your performance in bed.”
gyuvin hangs his head, somehow feeling like a puppy being scolded. “your dick is huge,” ricky continues bluntly, “if you don’t know how to use it, then you’re just setting your partner up for a very unpleasant experience.”
his warning falls on deaf ears as gyuvin brightens considerably after hearing only the first bit, metaphorical tail between his legs perking back up to wag happily in the air. “so you’re saying i have a big dick?”
ricky just rolls his eyes, leaning closer to take gyuvin’s cock into the loose ring of his fingers. his back arches as he slinks forward, putting the round swell of his ass on full display, and gyuvin’s googly-eyed stare is rocketing back and forth like a ping pong ball as he tries to decide where his attention should go. “focus here,” ricky instructs him, tapping a finger against the head of his cock, and gyuvin peers straight down into his lap where the other man’s pretty hand is wrapped around his length.
gyuvin waits, but nothing happens. “well?” ricky prompts him, holding gyuvin’s shamefully hard dick hostage with one hand as he raises an expectant eyebrow, “tell me what your next move is.”
“condom,” gyuvin squeaks out, and ricky nods in approval. the little foil packet delicately set aside on the hotel nightstand gets passed into his fingers, and it takes him around two and a half fumbling attempts to rip it open under ricky’s watchful gaze. he pulls out the condom, shimmies the protective rubber nearly three-quarters of the way down his dick as usual, then gives up when the rest of his length won’t fit.
the hopeful glance gyuvin sneaks at ricky for his reaction immediately gets shot down by the dismayed expression that meets him. “that’s how you wear a condom?” ricky questions, tone somewhere between incredulous and accusatory, and gyuvin wants to sink into the mattress and let the ground underneath swallow him whole. “it isn’t even the right size.”
“i thought they all came in the same size,” gyuvin mumbles. he decides not to tell ricky that he just grabs the first box of condoms within arm’s reach whenever he goes shopping for them, too bashful to be caught lingering around the shelves of different brands and, apparently, different dimensions. ricky is already rummaging around the drawer of the nightstand, looking for any complimentary items supplied by the hotel, and the packet he hands gyuvin has extra-large slapped over the label.
“use this one,” ricky tells him. gyuvin obediently rolls the condom over his dick, and is surprised when the ring of the opening sits comfortably around the base at his balls instead of threatening to cut off all circulation between his legs. “that’s how your protection is supposed to fit.”
“cool,” gyuvin says, a little dumbly. ricky’s thighs spread wide in invitation for him to make the next move, hole still pink and puffy from when thick fingers had been buried deep against his walls, and gyuvin is all too willingly lured in. he clambers eagerly into the space created for him, dick secured in one hand like he’s aiming a long-range weapon, and sticks it right into ricky’s entrance.
the tip of his cock pops past the rim, and then gyuvin’s hips are left to stutter helplessly when the rest of his length refuses to push any further in. it takes the effort of his whole bodily strength to shove himself into the tight sleeve of ricky’s ass, forcing their hips flush in a couple of jerky movements, only to immediately pull out and slam inside again. ricky is squirming beneath him, a broken whimper leaving his lips each time he’s jostled against the sheets, and gyuvin pauses his sloppy thrusting to check on the smaller man.
“am i hurting you?” he frets, suddenly worried. ricky denies it with a strained noise even though his features are all scrunched up, furrowed closely together in clear discomfort. “should i pull out?”
“keep going,” ricky assures gyuvin, legs wrapping around his waist to coax him back into motion, “i can’t teach you anything if you don’t show me where you need to improve.”
that made sense, but gyuvin couldn’t help feeling bad anyway. he slows down the speed of his hips and that somehow seems to make things worse, more tension caught between their bodies as he ruts mechanically into ricky’s hole, and despite the lackluster performance on his own end gyuvin is so overwhelmed by the unbearable heat surrounding his cock that it only takes a couple minutes for him to approach his orgasm. he practically collapses against ricky, skin plastered against skin as he chases his high, and with each thrust he gets closer to—
bam!
gyuvin jolts upward, eyes going as wide as saucers at the loud slamming of the headboard. ricky looks more stunned than anything else, hands flying to cradle the top of his skull out of reflex, and when the realization sinks in gyuvin is so mortified that he can feel all the blood rushing out of his dick and straight to his face, cheeks burning bright crimson.
“fuck, are you okay?” gyuvin yelps. he clamps a massive hand over where he had just shoved ricky’s head against the wooden frame, feeling to make sure that it was still solid and not smushed into a million sad little pieces. “i’m so sorry, fuck, i didn’t mean to do that, i’m so—”
“i’m fine,” ricky interjects with a dismissive huff, forced into laughter a beat too late. he waves away gyuvin’s fussy hands and gingerly presses his fingers into the bruise probably forming on his scalp, only wincing slightly at the touch. “seriously, it’s not a big deal. don’t ruin the mood over a little accident.”
gyuvin’s dick is still throbbing where it remains buried deep inside ricky, but whatever momentum they had built up over the course of their session has been destroyed without any chance of revival. he ends up cumming into the condom anyway, finishing after a few more pitiful thrusts at ricky’s insistence that they continue their lesson, and then ricky instructs him to pull out.
“what about...” gyuvin starts, gesturing to ricky’s neglected cock lying against his stomach, not fully hard anymore but not completely limp either. he remembers how ricky had clenched around his fingers when gyuvin was actually doing it right, twitching with arousal instead of pain, and he desperately wants to prove that he can please ricky again. “i can jerk you off, or something.”
he’s confident in that much, at least, having plenty of practice at the art of whacking it, but ricky is already sitting upright with a shake of his head. soreness stilts the movement of his muscles, causing a bit of guilt to prickle at gyuvin’s chest. “no need. that’s the end of our lesson for today.”
ricky’s glasses are crooked from the rough handling and look nearly about to fall off his face, so gyuvin absentmindedly reaches out to adjust them. “sorry for being so bad at sex,” he mumbles, echoing the words he wished he could have told his past partners. his fingers brush against ricky’s cheeks as he sets the glasses onto the bridge of ricky’s nose, smooth skin caressed under his touch, and gyuvin makes sure that the frames are carefully positioned before he lets them balance on their own. “i’m doing my best to learn, really.”
to gyuvin’s surprise, ricky flushes pink wherever his fingers had just grazed. was it that hot in the room? gyuvin himself is sweating from the rigorous activity of fucking another man, all three minutes of it, so he stretches his arm across ricky to grab the remote sitting on the nightstand and turns up the air conditioning. curiously enough, even the fresh blast of cold air doesn’t seem to cool ricky down. warmth seeps into his skin when ricky places a hand over gyuvin’s own, drawing his attention back to the blonde’s gentle gaze and lightly parted lips.
“i know you are,” ricky replies, the words coming out soft and genuine, “and i appreciate your determination for self-improvement. it can take a long time to unlearn bad habits, so don’t be discouraged if all of them aren’t suddenly fixed after only two weeks, okay? you’re already doing much better than before,” he adds, “and i’m very proud of your progress.”
a massive smile spreads over gyuvin’s features, always happy to be praised even for the smallest things. “aww,” he giggles, ducking his head to hide how pleased he is, and he thinks he imagines the tiny squeeze of ricky’s fingers around his.
it gives gyuvin the courage to ask something he had been pondering since earlier that week, while he was texting ricky nonstop about various things for his advice. it was always gyuvin messaging first, but each time ricky responded readily with engaging answers and pleasant conversation, and gyuvin found himself wanting to talk more with the other man beyond their sex tutoring discussions. “hey, do you like movies?”
“movies?” ricky echoes. his hand pulls away after he must realize that it’s been lingering for several moments now, and gyuvin instantly misses the feeling of their fingers pressed together. “i don’t really watch them often.”
there’s a subtle lilt to the end of his words, leaving just enough room for gyuvin to finish talking before ricky can carry on with that opinion and shoot down his proposal entirely. “i have an extra ticket for the new thriller that just came out,” he explains in a rush, “i was supposed to see it with my friend, but he bailed on me because his soccer game got rescheduled to the same day. i was just wondering…if you were interested in watching the movie with me, we could do that. together. if you want.”
“oh,” ricky says, blinking owlishly. his lashes flicker slowly with the movement, and gyuvin thinks he could count each individual eyelash if he tried. “you want me to take your ticket?”
“i mean, i have other friends,” gyuvin clarifies hastily, in case ricky thinks he’s a socially inept loser whose only option for company is either gunwook or the guy he met online two weeks ago to teach him how to have sex. there are plenty of other people who would love to spend some quality time with gyuvin, thank you very much. “but i’m really grateful that you’ve been helping me out, and i thought you might like to see the movie since everyone’s talking about it these days.”
he’s beginning to blabber now, trying to justify his offer in any manner that isn’t just an excuse to see ricky outside of their scheduled meetings. “i wouldn’t mind that,” ricky says, a little shyly, and that puts an end to gyuvin’s rambling before he starts coming up with some ridiculous narrative about how if ricky doesn’t see the movie with him then all of his toes will fall off or baby pandas will go extinct or something along those lines. his other option is just straight up begging, but luckily it isn’t necessary. “i have class in the mornings during the week, but otherwise i’m free.”
“perfect,” gyuvin beams. “i have seats booked for next saturday. it’s a date, then.”
he blanches when the phrasing slips out before he can consider the double meaning, opening his mouth again to backtrack on his words, but ricky just smiles with the faintest curve to his round cherry lips. it makes a funny sensation flutter in gyuvin’s stomach, and he wonders if the nerves still can be attributed to the other man’s remarkably pretty features or if something else is causing the pace of his heartbeat to quicken.
“it’s a date,” ricky agrees.