Minho sat in stunned silence, the weight of Seo-Jun's sudden departure pressing heavily on him. The blush on his cheeks was a stark reminder of the intimate moment they had just shared, the lingering warmth from the hand job enveloping him like a soft blanket. He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts swirling in his mind. "Well… I guess I will just go to bed now." he muttered to himself, adjusting his pants with a slight fidget as he began his slow walking to his room.
Once inside, he collapsed onto his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, the shadows dancing across the surface as the evening light faded. The earlier sensations replayed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration. "UGH! WHY CAN'T I STOP THINKING ABOUT IT?!" he exclaimed, slapping his forehead in exasperation. The memory of Seo-Jun's skilled hands working through his dick was intoxicating, and he found himself yearning for more.
"Get it together, Minho! You can endure it! I am not going to ask him to have sex with me! I have my pride!" he insisted, his voice firm but lacking conviction. Yet, as he spoke, his body betrayed him, a subtle twitch in his legs and dick revealing his true desires. He glanced down, a flush creeping up his neck as he noticed how they seemed to ache for that same pleasurable sensation, the soothing touch that had eased his tension just moments before. The battl between his mind and body raged on, and he couldn't help but feel the pull of temptation, a longing that was both thrilling and utterly frustrating.
He sighed, the sound a mix of frustration and desire. "Why are you still up?! Go down already!… This is going to be difficult… The worst thing is that … I don't want to put it in someone's ass… I want that stupid spot inside me to be touched… by him again…" he exclaimed. The admission that he wanted even more than just a simple hand job was followed by a blush, a physical manifestation of his embarrassment and longing. The tension built as he lay down, the image of what he craved—Seo-Jun's touch—playing on his mind.
But the tension didn't last long because the next thing he did, he was in the bathroom, looking straight at the toilet seat. The sigh as he said, "I haven't masturbated in years… well, here goes nothing." was pure resignation. He was going to do this, even if it was awkward and not what he really wanted.
He bit his shirt, got a good view of his legs and dick, and closed his eyes. He started softly rubbing it up and down, gentle at first, but hardened as he was getting used to the feeling. However then, his imagination started to take over. He was fantasising. And who appeared in his mind's eye? Seo-Jun.
Seo-Jun smirked, and the fantasy got even more intense. "Come on, even when you are masturbating, you keep thinking of me. You could just beg me to fuck you." Seo-Jun said, and Minho was completely lost in the moment. He was blushing and breathing heavily, feeling the pleasure of the imaginary touch.
But then, reality crashed back in. He snapped out of it, opened his eyes, and turned around, only to find that Seo-Jun wasn't there. It was all in his head. The shirt fell from his mouth, and he stopped masturbating before it even got to the good part. Irritated, he clenched his fist and said, "Fuck, this son of a bitch! I can't have a moment of peace without him interrupting me… I couldn't do anything now because of him!"
Minho then emerged from the bathroom, a dark cloud of annoyance hanging over him. He practically threw himself onto the bed again, the springs groaning in protest. "Okay... Since masturbation clearly didn't help much…" he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. "I'll just lie here and hope this feeling... this persistent, nagging feeling... eventually disappears." He reached for the remote, the TV a looming presence at the foot of the bed, and began the mindless channel-surfing ritual. The glow of the screen illuminated his face as he flicked through the channels. Suddenly, his thumb slipped, and a porn scene appeared on the screen.
A flush of red crept up his neck and cheeks, a stark contrast to his earlier irritation. The memory of the earlier hand job and masturbation, the way his body had responded, the lingering sensations... it all flooded back, making him feel embarrassed. He jabbed at the remote with a vengeance, silencing the TV with an angry "OH, COME ON! FUCK EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE!" and tossed the device onto the bed. The silence that followed was almost deafening, punctuated only by the frantic beat of his own heart.
Minutes bled into an eternity, and the desire, the need for sex, remained stubbornly, annoyingly present. He sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. "It's still up. Why isn't this passing already?" he whispered, the words directed more at himself than the empty room. His mind began to churn, a whirlwind of thoughts and possibilities. "Did he poison me with something?! Some kind of... aphrodisiac? No, it's not possible, he ate the same food as me. It wasn't poison." He glanced down at his dick that was still twitching, a flicker of doubt in his eyes. "Or maybe… when I get hard, I just have to have sex with someone at all costs…" He sighed again, then gently touched his dick, testing the tenderness. A slight twitch ran through him, and another blush rose, his voice barely audible as he breathed, "It is so sensitive..." He paused, the battle raging within him. Then, with a sudden burst of determination, he stood up. "Oh, fuck it!" he declared, the words carrying a mix of frustration and anticipation. He then strode out of the room, the lingering desire for that pleasurable feeling driving him forward.
Seo-Jun, in stark contrast, was utterly unbothered by the hand job he'd given Minho or the undeniable fact that his own body had responded in kind, yearning for more. He lay sprawled on his bed in his room, casually scrolling through his phone, a picture of serene composure. Then, a knock echoed through the room. A smirk played on his lips, he knew precisely who it was. "So easy." he mused inwardly, before his expression hardened. "Come in." he commanded, his voice a low, icy growl.
The door swung open, revealing Minho, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor, a blush still painting his cheeks. He moved into the room in a hesitant silence, approaching the bed and halting just before it. Seo-Jun raised an eyebrow, his body unmoving. "May I be of assistance?" he asked, his face a stoic mask. Minho flickered a glance at him, his blush intensifying, before his eyes darted back to the floor. "Why the hell is he still wearing those freaking glasses?!" he wondered, his thoughts a whirlwind of embarrassment. He offered a slight nod in response to Seo-Jun's question, a silent acknowledgment of his need.
Seo-Jun straightened slightly, his expression unwavering. "I am all ears." Minho, too mortified to meet his gaze, could only manage a murmur, "Can we... do it tonight?" Seo-Jun, relishing the moment, feigned a lack of understanding. "I didn't quite catch that. Perhaps you should come closer." A slow grin spread across his face as Minho tentatively took a step forward, stopping once more directly in front of him. Seo-Jun leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving Minho's form, anticipating his next move. The game had just begun.
Seo-Jun then smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief as he playfully leaned closer and said, "Why are you acting all shy now? Ask me again." There was a teasing lilt in his voice, clearly enjoying the chase as he pushed Minho to admit what he truly wanted. Minho felt a wave of frustration wash over him, thinking to himself, "Jerk!" He glanced at Seo-Jun, his cheeks slightly flushed, and said with a firm resolve, "Can we do it tonight?"
Seo-Jun raised an eyebrow, a sharp edge to his tone as he replied, "I clearly remember that I told you I wasn't in a mood anymore." Minho's irritation flared, but deep down, he felt his resolve waver. His body was betraying him, urging him to relent and do whatever it took to persuade Seo-Jun to give him the pleasure he craved. With a heavy sigh, Minho looked directly into Seo-Jun's eyes and pleaded, "Please..."
The intensity of his gaze made Seo-Jun smirk, a sense of dominance emanating from him as he settled onto the bed, turning toward Minho. "Perhaps… you can try to turn me on as well." he suggested, smirking further as he playfully showcased his legs, inviting Minho into a game that was both enjoyable and frustrating.