Taming the Obsessive Attachment

“And also, the inner part of your armpits and behind your knees. When I touch here, Jae-jin, your toes twitch right away—honestly, it’s cute. Are you trying to hold it in without showing? I can see everything.”

Seo Eui-woo curved his long eyes gently as he smiled, meeting Kwon Jae-jin’s gaze. With one hand, he rubbed Jae-jin’s tongue, while the other slowly caressed the delicate skin inside his armpit. Then, he stopped both motions at once and pulled his hands away.

“Kkht, ahwuk, fuck…!”

The moment his tongue was freed from Eui-woo’s pressing fingertips, Jae-jin coughed, his throat spasming. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring in disbelief.

“What the—what the hell are you doing right now? Are you doing this because you need guiding?”

Still smiling, Eui-woo placed his hand on the front of Jae-jin’s pants. Jae-jin shuddered violently and grabbed his arm.

“If you want guiding, then just say so! At the very least, we should be doing this in bed, no matter what it is—!”

“Jae-jin, your cockhole… When I tease that tight little spot, your eyes go hazy. You knew that?”

“…What?”

With a casual flick, Eui-woo unfastened the buckle of Jae-jin’s jeans. Even though Jae-jin was gripping his forearm, it didn’t hinder him in the slightest. He smoothly pulled down the zipper and, without hesitation, slipped his hand into Jae-jin’s crotch.

“Wait—stop! Don’t—no, let’s at least go to the bed, Seo Eui-woo!”

Jae-jin scowled openly, trying to stop him, but Eui-woo didn’t stop. He pulled down Jae-jin’s briefs, wrapping his fingers around his length, and deliberately pressed his thumb against the tip.

“Uuhk…!”

“See? Just like I said.”

Eui-woo turned Jae-jin’s body around.

Jae-jin, who had been facing away from the window, was now facing it directly. In that position, Eui-woo continued to rub and stroke the head of his cock relentlessly.

“Look at the window. You can see your own face reflected in it.”

“Move your hand—fucking… ah, shit, the bed—”

“Hold on. Just look. Can you see your expression right now? Here, I’ll rub it for you.”

Eui-woo withdrew his thumb and this time used his index and middle fingers to cover the swollen head, rubbing firmly up and down. Those fingers had just been shoved inside Jae-jin’s mouth, pressing against his tongue moments ago, and they were still damp.

With those moist, firm fingers persistently stimulating only the sensitive tip, Jae-jin was helpless against the sensation. Even though the wound inside his urethra had fully healed, just like last time, that burning, feverish feeling was coming back.

“Jae-jin, you really seem to feel it through your cockhole. Did you know that?”

“Cut the bullshit… just stop already. I don’t feel anything from that.”

“But you do. Why are you denying it? Look at your face.”

Seo Eui-woo pressed Kwon Jae-jin against the floor-to-ceiling window. Jae-jin’s chest hit the glass with a thud, flattening against it. He hurriedly spread his palms, bracing against the window frame to support his weight.

“At this point, I think I know a fair bit about you, Jae-jin. Don’t you think so?”

Eui-woo kept rubbing the tip of Jae-jin’s cock without stopping. His touch wasn’t particularly rough, yet the sensation was unsettlingly sharp.

A chill ran down the back of Jae-jin’s neck, his breath coming in short gasps. He swallowed dryly, nervous. It seemed clear that Eui-woo had no intention of letting him go easily.

“Jae-jin. You’re hard.”

“…Well, if you keep fondling it like that, of course I’ll get hard. What exactly are you trying to prove?”

“I’ll keep touching you. Do you want to cum in my hand?”

“……”

“You’re not saying no. If you hated it, you would’ve said so already.”

In Eui-woo’s grasp, Jae-jin’s cock grew harder. The once-dry skin was now slick with precum, and with every stroke over the slit, a faintly wet, squelching sound could be heard.

Once he was fully erect, Eui-woo pressed his lips against the back of Jae-jin’s neck. Jae-jin didn’t move away. But when Eui-woo bared his teeth and bit down, he flinched. It was exactly as Eui-woo had said—his body responded just as predicted.

The realization unsettled Jae-jin, and he lowered his eyelids.

If everything Eui-woo said was true, then Jae-jin didn’t want to see his own reflection in the window.

He had no need, and no desire, to ever know which touches made him recoil and which made him melt.

“Hahk, ngh…”

“I should go a little faster.”

“Huh? Ah! Wait, no—slow down…”

“No way. Just leave it to me, Jae-jin. I’ll take care of everything.”

Eui-woo’s hand sped up, his strokes becoming more intense as he bit down repeatedly on Jae-jin’s nape. When Jae-jin instinctively shrank his neck, Eui-woo simply moved his mouth to his ear, sinking his teeth into the curve of his ear.

His tongue flicked out, licking around the outer edge, then pushed into the warm inner folds. Jae-jin clung to the window frame, barely holding himself together under the onslaught of pleasure.

His shoulders trembled, his lower abdomen tightened. His thighs clenched, and his glutes instinctively contracted. Even his untouched entrance twitched, tightening involuntarily.

“Ah, hah, ngh…!”

Jae-jin reached climax without much resistance, spilling his release into Eui-woo’s palm.

Thick, pearly liquid oozed messily between Eui-woo’s fingers.

Jae-jin let out a quiet sigh of relief.

That should be enough. He should be satisfied now.

Lately, Eui-woo had been overly fixated on exploring Jae-jin, far too eager to study his reactions. If it were just verbal questions, Jae-jin wouldn’t have minded answering. But being physically examined like this was exhausting. And humiliating.

“Huu… Alright, Seo Eui-woo. I felt good. I reacted. Everything happened exactly as you said it would. Now, let go of me. And from now on, for fuck’s sake, do the guiding in bed.”

Kwon Jae-jin gave up and said what Seo Eui-woo wanted to hear. As he staggered, trying to push himself up, Eui-woo, still pressing down on his back, didn’t budge.

Eui-woo stared at his own hand, covered in thick, white cum. Then, out of nowhere, he stuck out his red tongue and licked up a bit of the milky liquid.

“……!”

Jae-jin’s eyes widened.

He shouldn’t have an appetite right now. This wasn’t the time to be eating anything. Scrambled eggs were one thing, but Jae-jin couldn’t wrap his head around why Eui-woo was tasting his cum.

After sampling it, Eui-woo let out a quiet chuckle. His long eyes curved, his cheeks flushed slightly as he murmured in a chillingly soft voice.

“Jae-jin, you never once looked at the window.”

“…….”

“Do you want me to keep going here? Is that why?”

Eui-woo pulled Jae-jin’s jeans further down. His pants, which had only been undone at the front, slipped past his knees, exposing his pale legs. With his cum-slicked hand, Eui-woo reached behind him.

As he spread the soft flesh of Jae-jin’s ass, a flushed, glistening hole was revealed.

They had guided every single day without fail for the past few days. Just last night, Eui-woo had fucked him over and over until Jae-jin collapsed from exhaustion. Because of that, his insides were still pliant, loosened.

Without much resistance, a thick-knuckled finger slid in deep.

“Uhk.”

“I really don’t understand why you act like this, Jae-jin. But you must know. You know why I’m doing this, don’t you?”

“S-Seo Eui-woo….”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know. Do you really not?”

Eui-woo drove his fingers in roughly. His nails scraped along Jae-jin’s inner walls, sending sharp jolts through his body. He pried his fingers apart, stretching him wide, then scissored them, shifting his hand in ways that left Jae-jin completely unable to think.

“You should be careful, Jae-jin. You act like you know everything about me, but I don’t think you know a damn thing.”

“Hngh, uuh… haah…”

“Keep treating me like a kid, and you’ll regret it.”

Eui-woo hummed a little tune as he worked his fingers inside Jae-jin, stretching him open. His other hand, slick with cum, returned to the oversensitive tip of his cock, rubbing it relentlessly.

Jae-jin’s arms trembled as he braced himself against the window frame.

He didn’t understand why Eui-woo was acting like this.

If Eui-woo just asked, Jae-jin would accept him. There was no need to force it like this.

Was it really that hard to set boundaries?

If only Eui-woo would stop trying to lick weird things like eyeball membranes, if he would just suggest guiding in bed like a normal person, Jae-jin wouldn’t refuse. He had no intention of rejecting him.

So why?

What was he lacking? What more did he want?

Why did he keep demanding more than Jae-jin was willing to give?

Why was he acting so unlike himself?

“You’re so loose now. I can put my cock right in. My fingers are sliding in easily.”

Guiding…? Again, because of guiding? Is guiding so urgent?

Is that why he ignores my wishes and does whatever he wants, this bastard?

“Wow… When I thrust deep, Jae-jin’s insides cling to me. It’s like you’re begging for more.”

Seo Eui-woo pulled his fingers out and thrust them back in deeply. Jae-jin gasped, arching his back, his chest pressing against the window.

He turned his head, rubbing it against the glass.

No, it’s not just about guiding.

Seo Eui-woo’s actions went beyond that simple explanation, affecting Jae-jin deeply.

Seo Eui-woo was curious about Kwon Jae-jin,

wanted to catch up to him,

and wanted to surpass him.

What Seo Eui-woo truly desired was… probably…