Double Junk - 197

Ajin deliberately licked Seokju’s tongue and lips crudely. It wasn’t a kiss—he wanted something else.

Unlike his past life, there were no worries or discomfort now. Ajin was thirsty with desire, just like any other man. He already knew how incredible pleasure with Seokju could be, which only made him more impatient. He wanted to release the heavy heat pressing down below.

Seokju frowned slightly as Ajin kept pressing his body against him, acting coquettish. Despite the relentless advances, Seokju firmly continued the kiss. At some point, though, his hand gripped the sofa tightly, the sturdy leather nearly crushed under his fingers.

In the end, it was Seokju who surrendered first—but not in the way Ajin had hoped. Seokju pulled back his lips and, looking down at Ajin, murmured in a low, restrained voice,

“I need to use the bathroom for a moment.”

Then he quickly stood up. Watching Seokju hurry toward the bathroom, Ajin let out a hollow laugh. Propping himself up with his hands, he straightened his upper body and asked quietly,

“Why don’t we ever have s3x?”

Though his voice wasn’t loud, it was clear enough to be heard. The raw, almost vulgar question made Seokju stop abruptly. He turned his head halfway to look at Ajin.

“…What?”

Ajin showed no embarrassment. Frowning slightly, he searched for another way to phrase it.

“What’s it called… oh, right. s3x. Why don’t we do that?”

“…”

“Why does it always end with just kissing?”

It had already been about a month since Ajin started dating Seokju. In that time, they had kissed countless times and shared a bed around twenty times. With so many opportunities, it didn’t make sense that the two healthy men in a relationship hadn’t had s3x even once.

Even though the Seokju from his past life and the one here were different, this still didn’t add up. Ajin couldn’t understand why Seokju, who seemed to avoid physical contact as much as possible after kissing, acted this way. Was it that he disliked touching him? But when Seokju held him, he would gently caress various parts of his body. Could it be that something was wrong with him below? That didn’t seem to be the case either—Ajin could feel plenty from him.

Ajin stepped off the sofa, his bare white feet standing on the cold marble floor. Seokju’s dark eyes fixated intently on his delicate feet. Sensing his gaze, Ajin walked leisurely toward Seokju. He then pointed his chin at the prominent bulge below Seokju’s waist.

“You’re always hard there.”

“…”

“Then why don’t you do anything about it?”

In his past life, Seokju had constantly pounced on him. Ajin vividly remembered the times he was pinned down while studying, feeling Seokju rub against him. He would lick his cheeks, saying it was cute how he sipped cola, or bite him, claiming his swaying hips while cleaning were irresistible. When they started, Seokju wouldn’t let go of him until morning.

Because of that, Ajin hadn’t particularly enjoyed s3x. Too much of a good thing became overwhelming. Eventually, he would end up limp, dozing off as Seokju moved him around.

But doing nothing like this was a problem too. He had even gotten nosebleeds on sleepless nights. Ever since Seokju had… relieved him once, Ajin hadn’t taken care of his needs on his own. It only made his frustration worse.

The biggest problem was that Seokju from his dreams kept appearing. Not the one standing before him, but the other Seokju. Since he was the only one Ajin had ever been intimate with, the pent-up desire naturally made him think of him first.

That was agonizing and sad. For that reason, Ajin wanted to be intimate with the current Seokju.

So he tried dropping hints. While kissing, he subtly stimulated him below, but it always ended there. Seokju never touched Ajin’s bare skin, never tried to undress him, and never hinted at wanting anything more.

“…”

Seokju pressed his lips together at Ajin’s probing questions. His gaze subtly wandered into the distance, showing his discomfort with the topic. Ajin stared at him before suddenly recalling a dream he’d once had. In it, he and Seokju, dressed as a tutor, were sitting together in school uniforms.

“Sir, have you ever had s3x? Of course, you have, right?”

“Sigh… Do you ask other tutors questions like this too? That’s sexual harassment, you know.”

“Why would I ask that? Why would I care about anyone else’s s3x life?”

“Then why are you asking me?”

“Because I’m curious about you?”

“…Let’s study.”

“Did you or didn’t you? Hey, why won’t you answer me?”

“…I’ll tell you when you’re an adult.”

In the end, he never got an answer. So, did he? He must have. That’s why he didn’t answer, right? There was no way someone as masculine and cool as Seokju hadn’t done it.

…But then why not with me?

Ajin’s mood plummeted. Like an irritated cat, his eyes sharpened as he glared at Seokju. Seokju ran a hand down his face, lowering his head as he spoke in a weary voice.

“I might hurt you.”

“What?”

“I might end up hurting you. And I don’t want that.”

Seokju’s eyes wavered. It looked as though he already believed he had done something terrible to Ajin. The guilt of something that hadn’t even happened loomed over him like a dark cloud.

Ajin’s eyes narrowed. He couldn’t understand why Seokju was saying such things. Sure, poorly done s3x could hurt—he knew that all too well from vivid experience.

But the Seokju in front of him wasn’t the type to do that. He wasn’t someone who would recklessly push him down, force him to open his legs, and silence his cries of pain.

Not with his personality, not in this relationship. This time, Ajin held the upper hand. Unlike his past life, he wouldn’t allow Seokju to treat him that way.

“Why would you hurt me?”

Ajin took another step closer to Seokju.

“Because I’m clumsy,” Seokju replied, retreating half a step.

“What are you inexperienced with?”

Ajin stepped closer again and grabbed Seokju’s wrist, preventing him from escaping. Although his grip was weak, Seokju stood rooted to the spot as if he were anchored.

“I don’t have any experience,” Seokju admitted.

“What are you talking about? No experience with what…? Wait, what did you just say? No experience? Are you saying you’ve never had… never had s3x?”

“Yeah. I’m a virgin,” Seokju sighed, exhaling deeply through his nose.

Ajin’s eyes widened, and his pupils darted back and forth. A virgin. Ajin rummaged through his mind, searching for the meaning of the word. Was the “virgin” Seokju referred to the same as what Ajin understood? Did it mean someone who had never had sexual experience? In disbelief, Ajin alternated glances between Seokju and his lower body before asking with wide eyes, “Why?”

“You’re asking why?”

“Yes.”

Seokju’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He bit the inside of his cheek, seemingly struggling to find the right words. Meanwhile, Ajin casually tapped the waistband of Seokju’s pants. His erection, which had persisted since the kiss, was still visibly pressing against the fabric. It even twitched slightly, making Ajin wonder if it was truly alive.

“Is there a problem here?” Ajin asked, pointing at Seokju’s obvious bulge.

Though the loose homewear didn’t suggest any issues, one couldn’t be sure without checking. Ajin’s boldness prompted Seokju to sigh through his nose and gently push Ajin’s hand away.

“Probably not.”

“Then why?”

“Because I didn’t want to.”

“With anyone?”

“With anyone.”

Ajin’s eyelids fluttered slowly. He couldn’t comprehend it. How could someone not want to have s3x with anyone? In his past life, Seokju had been almost shamelessly promiscuous, enjoying such acts to the point of excess.

Or… maybe not? While Seokju had frequently brought women home, it was unclear whether he genuinely enjoyed s3x itself. His ultimate goal had often seemed to be relieving physical tension and getting some rest. Of course, during nights spent together, pleasure had taken precedence over mere release…

Regardless, s3x likely wasn’t necessary for the current Seokju, who was unaffected by such desires. He had neither someone he longed to marry nor the time to spare while juggling part-time jobs during college and serving Ajin for ten years afterward. Considering all this, his virginity wasn’t completely out of the question… no, the more Ajin thought about it, the stranger it seemed. It was incredibly strange.

Yet, separate from that strangeness, Ajin found himself pleased. It felt like he had exclusive ownership of Seokju. Though they hadn’t done anything yet, it felt that way. As if he had firmly grasped Seokju with both hands, wrapping chains bearing his name around the man’s entire being.

A satisfied smile tugged at Ajin’s lips. Whether Seokju noticed or not, he gently stroked the pronounced bones of Ajin’s wrist, attempting to soothe him.

“If we do it now, I might be rough with you. And then—”

“You just said you’ve never done it,” Ajin interrupted.

“…”

“How would you know if you’ve never tried?”

Ajin tilted his head back, pressing close to Seokju. His warm breath grazed Seokju’s jawline, causing the latter’s cheeks to harden. His temple twitched as if he were clenching his teeth.

Observing the movement up close, Ajin whispered, “Do you not want to do it with me?”

“No,” Seokju shook his head. His thick brows furrowed, revealing his inner conflict and desire. Ajin narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Then let’s do it.”

“But… Ajin, I…”

“I said I want to,” Ajin insisted.

Seokju, faced with Ajin’s stubbornness, closed his mouth. Once again, Seokju was the one who surrendered.

Sitting against the bedframe, Seokju let his hands rest loosely at his sides. Ajin climbed onto his lap and began undressing him. Seokju, barely moving, watched as Ajin busied himself with removing his clothes. With care, he brushed aside the strands of Ajin’s hair that hung down due to gravity.

Ajin, however, paid no mind and focused on pulling off Seokju’s homewear.

Rather than being annoyed by Seokju’s passivity, Ajin felt thrilled. It was his first time taking the lead in such an intimate act. And knowing that Seokju wasn’t reluctant or disinterested but merely fearful of hurting him added to his excitement.

Ajin tugged off Seokju’s top, revealing his impressive upper body.