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Sieun was sitting at his desk, staring at his open textbook but thinking about Suho instead of solving tasks. Poking small holes in the page with his pencil, he was once again trying to make sense of his feelings and decide whether to tell Suho anything since their relationship took quite a turn recently.
Or did it? Maybe friends just do each other a favour from time to time without getting any feelings involved?
However, this was not possible in Sieun's case. His feelings had been involved ever since he'd met Suho, otherwise he wouldn't have let him get so close, both emotionally and physically. He just didn't comprehend these feelings, understandably so, since he didn't have any experience to draw from. He had never dated anyone, never even had a crush – avoiding contact with others by getting lost in his studies – and here came this shamelessly confident but gentle boy, who made his heart feel warm and too big to fit in his chest. That was surely not the proper way to feel about one of your classmates.
He might have been relieved to find out Suho held a similar sentiment, but Sieun was not good at talking about his feelings, and Suho was scared of ruining what they shared. Even though he did risk it all by asking if he could kiss Sieun, and the result was better than whatever he could have hoped for. But that was a one-time thing, surely, not a promise of something more. So all he did was continue to jokingly flirt with Sieun from time to time, pretending that nothing changed between them, even though in his mind everything did. That was a problem for another day – in the meantime, he was grateful for Sieun's friendship and the fact that he didn't push Suho away or consider him sick for what ensued at his house. Well, even if he did, he was scarily good at hiding it.
However, now that Sieun got a taste of physical intimacy, he found himself craving it. Not exactly the chemical reaction that accompanies an orgasm, but the feeling of being close to somebody else, feeling their mouth, hands, and skin on his body. Therefore, he still wasn't interested in watching any adult videos or touching himself. He wanted Suho and Suho only.
Remembering that it was Suho who initiated their kiss, Sieun wondered if it would be possible for them to be intimate without addressing their feelings. Yet. But that meant he would have to invite Suho to his house, since he stopped coming over casually after the last time. Sieun was praying it was just a way to prevent their relationship from complicating even further and not a sign of shame and regret.
Embarrassment surged through his body when he imagined starting that conversation in person, so he took out his phone and sent a simple text saying "Come over to my house on Friday". Half an hour later, when Suho finished his shift, he received a reply in the form of a thumbs-up emoji. He couldn't help but wonder about Suho's actual reaction, whether he smiled warmly or tensed up in shock.
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The day had finally come. At his desk, Sieun was playing nervously with his pen, not sure about what exactly he was trying to achieve, when the doorbell rang. He froze and to prevent panic from washing over him, he quickly got up to open the door and let Suho inside.
To Sieun, Suho seemed relaxed but not in his usual, natural way, more like he was also trying to conceal the nervousness running through his body. They walked to the living room in silence – Suho sat down on the couch, while Sieun lingered awkwardly by the coffee table.
Avoiding eye contact, Suho cleared his throat and said, "I guess you want to talk about–"
"No, Suho-yah. I want to do it again. Do you?"
Thankfully, there was no drink in Suho's hand or mouth because, dear God, he would have spilled it all over himself. Although he liked Sieun's bluntness, that was the last thing he could have expected to come out of his mouth. At first, he felt relieved, because it meant that Sieun didn't regret what had happened, but then he remembered that Sieun was sexually repressed, so maybe there was nothing special about Suho other than getting some action. Nonetheless, Suho cherished every single minute spent with Sieun, so he decided to go with the flow.
"You mean, make out? Sure, if that's what–" the sentence remaining unfinished, as Sieun grabbed Suho's face and pulled him in for a kiss.
And there it was. That sweet, sweet feeling.
Sieun could feel the heat spreading quickly throughout his body, painting his cheeks pink, and making his clothes feel uncomfortable. Once again, there was electricity between their mouths, and Sieun wanted to capture every single detail of this experience – the delicate brush of air from Suho's nose, the small cracks in Suho's lips, the pleasant roughness of Suho's tongue. He started running his fingers through Suho's hair, back and forth, as if he wanted more and more and more. To enjoy himself properly, he spread his legs and sat down on Suho's lap. Suho, utterly lost in the moment, responded by placing his hands on Sieun's waist, the unexpected touch causing him to jolt slightly.
Their bodies were getting hotter with every second, so they hastily stripped off their hoodies, never pulling apart. Suho took the opportunity to slip his hands under Sieun's shirt, running them across his back with slight pressure, as if trying to pull Sieun even closer.
Sieun relished these caresses, the softness and warmth of Suho's skin. The heat in his crotch was making him dizzy and slowly becoming almost unbearable. But this time, he was more aware of what was happening to his body and didn't mindlessly try to adjust his jeans. Instead, still licking eagerly into Suho's mouth, Sieun let his hands wander down Suho's body, running them across his t-shirt and feeling a faint outline of the muscles hidden underneath. Finally – and not at all accidentally – his right hand reached the waistband of Suho's sweatpants. Ignoring the voice in his head saying You weren't supposed to go that far, Sieun slid his hand into Suho's underwear and wrapped it around the half-hard organ confined therein. He didn't really know what spurred him to do it, it just felt right. It felt right to touch Suho like this, to drag his fingers along his warm member, to hear his moans vibrate in their mouths, to watch him throw his head back onto the couch to catch a breath.
Although longing for their tongues to meet again, Sieun had to admit disheveled Suho was a delightful sight, with his hair sticking out in all directions, his delicate lips swollen and coated with saliva. Sieun continued to move his hand up and down, just like the previous time, but he felt himself slowing down with the reality of it all setting in. For a while, he considered stopping altogether and leaving the room to hide and wallow in shame. Thankfully, his uncertainty began to fade away once he resumed studying Suho's face and the way it betrayed the pleasure he was experiencing. He also adored Suho's short, rapid breaths, interrupted by quiet whines he tried to stifle. All of this hypnotised Sieun, to the point where he was almost entirely detached from his mind and ready to seriously get into it, when Suho suddenly stopped him and said, "Um, Sieun-ah... Would you like to blow me?"
Sieun froze. Although he was still mostly inexperienced in sexuality, it was natural to know a thing or two about it. One day some kid tells you what a blowjob is, and you're simply grossed out for the rest of the day, because why would anyone do that willingly? But Sieun was startled by the question, because he had, in fact, thought about it. Wondered what it would be like to use his mouth on Suho's private parts. The truth is, he daydreamed a lot about Suho in general. But only until his chest began to ache and his crotch to feel itchy – that was all he would allow himself, opening his books to study and force the arousal to pass.
"If it helps – I've only ever got my dick sucked by that one girl I was dating, so you don't have much competition."
"I would do it anyway, Suho-yah." He pushed Suho's legs apart and knelt between them. "Should I act hesitant just because it's my first time?"
Sieun felt like the fake confidence in his voice was so poorly executed that Suho would see through it immediately. But it seemed that Suho's judgement was clouded by lust – he simply let his sweatpants drop to the floor and got comfortable on the couch.
"I've never done it myself, so I can't give you any tips," Suho said. "Just be careful with your teeth. And use your tongue. A lot."
As if that's helpful in any way. I would have figured that out myself, Sieun thought. There was still a remnant of disgust in the back of his mind, but maybe that was natural, and he would get over it soon. He had to pry his eyes off Suho's face to look at what was in front of him. The pale insides of Suho's thighs looked soft and inviting, so Sieun began peppering them with kisses and causing Suho to shiver. After all, this part of the human body is so delicate and sensitive that any kind of touch must feel electrifying. Stalling for time, he gradually made his way towards the middle, the real destination. He was now so close to Suho's penis that he could see every vein and every fold of skin. The pink head, with an almost purple tint, was supposed to go into his mouth in a second.
No point in hesitating now – he wrapped his lips around the head and gave it a slow, experimental lick, which elicited a groan from Suho. It did have a slight tanginess to it, but otherwise it just tasted like skin. He had definitely expected something much worse.
Encouraged by the results of his first effort, he repeated the action, this time sliding his tongue over the edges, the ridges of veins, and finally, the slit at the top. For a while, he watched the way Suho's chest rose rapidly with his shallow breaths and thought it must've felt like Sieun was teasing him. He focused on moving to the next step – he stuck out his tongue, opened his mouth wide, and lowered his head slowly as far as he could without gagging. His tongue adjusted naturally to the shape forced upon it, and he felt the swollen flesh graze his soft palate. Something in his mind caused him to recall that one technique meant to minimise the gag reflex. He knew it worked, he used it sometimes at the dentist. He folded his left thumb into his palm, made a fist around it, and squeezed. Worked like a charm – he even managed to lower his head a bit more. It still wasn't enough for the whole thing, but he knew Suho wouldn't mind his inexperience. Judging by the sounds reverberating in the room, he seemed to be having fun.
Sieun exhaled with his nose and relaxed. Feeling the heat and weight on his tongue was... oddly satisfying. Impossible to compare to any other sensory experience, too. At that point he realised it was called sucking for a reason, so he did exactly that, which made Suho squirm in his seat. He moved his head upwards while maintaining suction and finished off at the top with a flick of his tongue. Now it was time to establish some kind of a rhythm in his movements, but it wasn't too hard to do. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to get a good look at Suho's face in this position, so he devoted all of his attention to the sounds Suho was making. The panting, the whiny undertone, the occasional groan – it was almost obscene, but Sieun wanted more and more, his movements becoming faster and wetter. All of it drove him crazy, he could even feel his own member twitch in his boxers. The secrets and complexities of the human body.
His mouth was full of saliva he couldn't swallow like this, and it started to spill and drip down his chin. Reflexively, he reached to wipe it off with the back of his hand but realised his dignity at this moment was all gone anyway. He removed all the distractions from his mind, and resumed his previous pace, focused on pleasuring Suho the best he could. He also tried to continue ignoring the heat and pressure between his own legs, but it was now bordering on pain. He automatically squeezed them together, only making it worse. He wanted to just keep going, but there was something in his mind banging against some kind of a barricade, and it was getting so close to breaking it, and Sieun couldn't stand it anymore, and he opened it up to set it free–
And the next thing he felt was his orgasm surging in waves through his entire body. Relief.
His legs began to tremble, his underwear quickly got sticky and uncomfortable, and he had to empty his mouth to lean on Suho's thigh and gasp for air. Suho was in his own world right now and didn't comment on Sieun pausing in any way. Sieun composed himself and returned to the task at hand, which now seemed somehow less appealing, but still had to be done. He figured it couldn't take much longer to finish, and he was right.
"Sieun-ah– I'm gonna–" was all Sieun heard before being thrust backward by Suho. His hands remained on Sieun's shoulders, gripping them tightly, as his penis throbbed and spurted out sperm in a pulsating rhythm. Sieun watched it drip onto the floor and felt the brush of Suho's heavy exhales on his hair. Once Suho came back to Earth, steadied his breathing, and pulled his sweatpants up, he was ready to return the favour. But when he looked down, he noticed the dark stain on Sieun's jeans, which caused Sieun to look away in shame.
"Did you–?" A silent, embarrassed nod. "Just from–?" Another nod, this one accompanied by flushed cheeks. Without skipping a beat, Suho dropped to his knees and pressed his lips onto Sieun's in a simple kiss, hard, as if he wanted to get closer than was physically possible. Sieun was caught by surprise, but he soon relaxed his muscles and melted into the touch, letting his eyelids fall shut. After a few moments passed, Suho pulled away and stood up to grab a tissue. While he was cleaning the mess off the parquet, Sieun remained on the floor and watched him, knowing that one of them had to address the situation somehow.
Sieun sighed and spoke, "Can we... do this? From time to time?"
A strange proposal. But Suho wouldn't be able to deny Sieun anything.
Sieun added, "There's so much more to how I feel about you, Suho-yah, but I need time to figure it out."
Suho wasn't unhappy with such a solution, maybe he could also use this space to sort it all out himself. He smiled at Sieun and nodded. Then, he leaned forward and planted one more kiss on Sieun's lips, as if to seal the promise.
When it was time to leave, Sieun watched Suho's back as he went out the door, but he didn't feel sad. They would meet again soon enough.