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Han Jisung, he's handsome.
Han Jisung, he's good at sports.
Han Jisung, he's also artistic.
Han Jisung, he's incredibly hardworking.
Han Jisung, when he competes, he just wins prizes.
And Han Jisung, he's a fuckboy.
Hwang Hyunjin and Han Jisung have been friends since they were wet behind the ears starting middle school. Sitting together, the two of them each had their own strong personalities, neither outdoing the other. Teachers always praised Jisung's intelligence, alongside Hyunjin's innate talents.
To put it more bluntly, between the two of them, each had their own strengths and unique points. If one was better in one area, the other was better in another; they were more or less on equal footing. Precisely because of that, in their first awkward days in a new school, they got into blazing arguments many times.
Jisung's easygoing, sometimes silly, sometimes serious nature was occasionally irritating to Hyunjin.
Hyunjin's goofy, energetic, and sometimes overreacting personality was also a thorn in Jisung's side, annoying him to no end.
Clearly, both had more than enough good looks, yet they kept ruining their image in the eyes of those around them. They might have disliked each other, but after a period of sticking together and interacting, they developed some mutual understanding.
People often say that what you hate, heaven gives to you. You get back just as much hate as you give. Once the conflicts passed, peace soon overflowed. Hwang Hyunjin gradually got used to his silly antics. And Jisung accepted that in their class, there would be this tall, long-haired, beautifully androgynous-faced guy who might receive more attention than him.
On the contrary, without realizing it, he'd started considering Hyunjin as someone who was always by his side, though he didn't know since when. They were always sitting together, talking, studying, going out, visiting each other's houses, giving rides—all sorts of things. Constant drizzle soaks you deep, causing those early feelings of hatred to be quickly forgotten.
Because Hwang Hyunjin's brain didn't have enough free space to hold onto those silly memories. A person with heaven-sent, top-tier, angelic beauty like him had to be busy thinking about other things.
By the time they reached high school, the bonds of their friendship were even tighter. They had gone through middle school together, and upon moving up, their feelings only intensified; if they had decreased, Han Jisung would have hunted Hwang Hyunjin down to find out why.
Anyway, by high school, Han Jisung had started paying more attention to his appearance. Since middle school, he'd been aware of his looks, but back then he was too focused on studying, so it was normal to have neglected it a bit.
He told Hyunjin that he saw everyone in high school having a romance for themselves. So he was really jealous, you know? His family was famous for generations—all the men were real lady-killers and had beautiful love stories. So he was kind of interested too.
Hyunjin back then didn't pay much mind; who Jisung loved or liked was his business, what could he say? So, in his capacity as a sworn friend from the days they used to glare at each other until their eyeballs popped out to now, where they couldn't stand not having their arms around each other's necks, Hwang Hyunjin decided to help Han Jisung get more girls chasing after him.
In their class back then, the two of them were pretty much top two in looks. No one could surpass them; the girls in their class made up more than half, so the odds of Han Jisung successfully picking up a girl were about even, right? But it was so boring; the girls just scorned the boys in their class.
They were always busy fawning over the class next door, which had Kim Seungmin and Lee Yongbok, the study genius duo with sky-high exam scores.
Han Jisung was bitter. Yeah, he was insanely bitter. He was smart, he had a good face (he'd changed by high school, after all), his grades were decent, he even easily snagged first prize in city competitions. So how come not a single person glanced his way??
Surprised? All of that was in the past. The present has changed dramatically. Han Jisung was great in middle school, Han Jisung in high school became even more handsome (and still great), Han Jisung in university started hitting the gym regularly.
He upgraded himself to a whole new level! Oh, Hwang Hyunjin still remembers the days when he was short, only coming up to his shoulders, but now he'd shot up, his head reaching halfway up Hyunjin's.
Short was still short, but it came with a body precise down to every muscle. Back in eleventh grade, he'd decided to sign up for a full gym membership.
In twelfth grade, he grew a little taller, but who knew if he had muscles? He never showed them.
University starting made him even more confident, brimming with physical strength. He started gradually lifting his shirt to tempt Hwang Hyunjin into feeling his abs, to verify if they were the real deal. At first, it gave him the creeps—why would he just grab his hand and make him touch his stomach out of nowhere?!
Over time, it became a habit. They shared an apartment and lived together. At the end of the room was a full-length mirror (for Han Jisung) to admire himself whenever he wanted. Early in the morning, if he was careless, he'd see him standing there twisting his waist, pulling up his shirt to check his muscles. If he was careless, he'd whine long-faced that he'd lost his abs.
Hwang Hyunjin heard it so much it gave him a headache. Occasionally, Jisung would pull him over, calmly lift his shirt, and fiddle with every bit of flesh on his body. Hyunjin was pretty easygoing with close friends, especially since Han Jisung was the type who really liked physical contact, so he was completely accustomed to his kind of groping.
"Not working out?" he grumbled, asking him.
"Too damn lazy," Hyunjin drawled. He was indeed a bit lazy.
"Keep this up and how are you gonna get a relationship before graduation?"
"Someone promiscuous like you cares about that?"
Hyunjin pulled the arm encircling his waist away, scrambling hastily back to his beloved bed.
Han Jisung chased after him, grabbed him, and yanked his shirt up again, making the taller guy irritated.
"Hey, hey, don't just—"
Jisung poked at his soft stomach; the slight muscle there was only faintly perceptible, not defined like his own. This simple thing inadvertently made Jisung look delighted. He kept feeling and kneading Hyunjin's waist.
Hyunjin slapped his hand, signaling to let go, but he just thick-skinnedly pinched him hard, making him yelp.
"Hey, I know you're used to those other guys, but don't just touch anywhere!"
Hyunjin pouted, pinching the skin on his hand until Jisung had to release his grip.
"Jeez, we're men, guys together. Getting mad over a little touch, what's that about?"
"Shut your mouth or shut your mouth with my elbow?"
Hyunjin's sharp, sassy demeanor always held Jisung back. Well, he was easygoing anyway, so he indulged Hyunjin however he was.
It felt like... a baby?
But that wasn't quite right either. More like...
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"I don't know what thrill you get out of sleeping around so messily. Clean up after yourself when you're done!" Thump.
Hyunjin threw a wrinkled plaid shirt right into Jisung's face. He blinked, then opened his mouth, dropping the toothbrush he was holding.
"Huh? Why've you been so irritable lately?"
"However you are is how I am."
"Not really, you're clearly in a bad mood."
Jisung replied in a muffled voice, his mouth full of toothpaste foam. Finish your task first before talking, Hyunjin thought.
"You're messy," he said succinctly.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."
He was always like that. Was it annoying? He didn't know.
But his girls were annoying!
"Hyunjin-ie, is Jisung-ie at the dorm?"
"Whether he is or isn't, so what?"
"What's up? He had a date with me."
"If he had a date with you, go find him yourself. What's the point of calling my number?"
"Omo, Senior, you seem tense. It's just because he's not answering his phone."
Beep.
Hyunjin didn't want to listen. More accurately, he didn't want to hear any more of his girls calling to chatter about him.
Why did he have to answer the phone anyway?
The more he thought, the angrier he got. The fact that his girls knew about him, even knew his phone number to contact, was already too familiar.
Clearly, Hyunjin didn't want to be involved in his business.
Clearly, Hyunjin didn't want to become his manager or bodyguard, following him around to know his every move.
Wasn't that just imprisoning himself?
Thinking it, doing it, Hwang Hyunjin took his phone and proceeded to block all the numbers that had tried to contact him from his address book.
Silent mode. Definitely.
Only then could there be peace.
How long had it been since Han Jisung felt this clear-headed?
Truthfully, he was never clear-headed when in bed. To be more precise, he was never clear-headed when having sex.
He wasn't on drugs; to be clearer, he felt high.
Right, who doesn't feel high when it feels good? If not, you're not human, he affirmed.
He set a personal principle that on the bed, he would act as he pleased. Whether the girls could keep up was their problem.
Han Jisung's only duties were: one, satisfy himself; two, be satisfied.
The girls could be willing, or not, but he would never force them. The game loses its fun when one person isn't happy.
The drunken stupor had sunk deep into his brain after he finished a drinking session with some same-age friends (who he hadn't seen in years).
Alcohol in, words out, but in this case, Han Jisung didn't say any words. He acted.
So you could say, alcohol in, something else out.
Under the flickering light in the dim, gloomy room, he squinted his heavy eyes to observe the half-naked body of the other person on the bedsheet.
He felt hot and cramped. The heat began to spread, and he knew the only way to extinguish this heat was to continue.
Dazed then dizzy, the throbbing pain below began to rage and attack him directly.
Just moments ago, in that instant when the lights flashed on and off, creating a series of blurry, illusory images, what had he been thinking?
Hot.
Uncomfortable.
Needed release.
Wanted to be touched.
He swallowed the saliva pooled in his throat. His whole body was sweating, but inside, he was parched.
His hands reached out, lightly touching the soft, damp body, the tender downy hair, yet not without its own firmness and fullness.
This sensation, he had never experienced it before.
This skin, he had never touched it before.
This person, he had never felt them before.
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"Hyunjin, you're such a slut."
"Favorite?"
"Try and top that."
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He didn't know what he was feeling at that moment. He didn't know what he had perceived in that instant. Han Jisung was a noble man; he wasn't the promiscuous type Hwang Hyunjin always complained about, was he?
Maybe Hwang Hyunjin didn't know, but Han Jisung had his own list of criteria for selecting people to satisfy his needs. Hyunjin felt suffocated, drowning in the bitter aftertaste of strong beer and wine. The fishy smell of seafood, the sweetness of the cheesecake he had eaten. Hyunjin shut his eyes tight, not daring to look.
Jisung was annoyingly skillful. He slipped his rough, hot, damp hand under Hyunjin's soft pajama top, kneading the skin as pliable as dough. His body radiated a coolness as refreshing as a mint, mixed with a faint scent of roses. Had he always been this fragrant? Jisung frowned.
His lips tasted like a ripe peach melting in his mouth. Han Jisung devoured the delicious morsel, savoring it. The bitter lip balm smeared messily onto his burning lips. Had his lips always been this full, plump, and rosy like jelly? He never knew.
The muffled sounds were forcefully pressed down his constricted throat. He had never kissed anyone throughout his entire student life. Despite his stunning looks, Hwang Hyunjin was still utterly new to things like this.
While still lost in his tangled, wandering thoughts, suddenly... the cold night breeze from somewhere swept over Hyunjin's thin, smooth skin.
Turns out, Han Jisung had stripped his shirt off ages ago. He pulled open the collar, exposing the flawless, smooth neck, the two pink points flickering under the dim lamplight and his dazed eyes from the lingering drunkenness. Hyunjin panicked, flustered; his chest rose and fell anxiously as if about to burst. He grabbed Jisung's skillful arm, trying to pry it off.
Yet, the speed of someone in a normal condition couldn't match someone who wasn't sober. Very quickly, Han Jisung had buried his face into the rose-scented, milky chest, his long tongue sweeping over the sharp collarbone, the tip of his nose touching the distinct clavicle. That suffocating sensation tightened around his airway again. Hyunjin struggled, no match for Jisung's pressing weight.
"Y-you...!! Mmm..." — He gritted his teeth, trying to resist the unwarranted pleasure.
"I didn't know you smelled this good," — his voice was hoarse from the alcohol, like it was scratching inside his ear, unbearably itchy.
"I think I'm addicted to your scent... Hyunjin-ie..."
"You're crazy drunk, go sober up."
"What if I'm drunk on you?"
"???"
Jisung stroked the rough side of his waist, then moved up to knead around the warm chest. The two nipples gradually stiffened, sending a throbbing sensation to Hyunjin. He never thought this area could cause such a stimulating, numbing feeling when touched. It hurt, but pleasure took up more.
Too embarrassed by the sounds and his physiological reactions, Hyunjin forcefully pushed Jisung onto the mattress, but his mouth still greedily bit and sucked at his skin. A silvery string of saliva stretched and broke, sticking wetly below Hyunjin's chest. Immediately, there was a searing cold from the other's saliva left behind.
Hwang Hyunjin struggled up, his limbs trembling so much he couldn't steady himself. He was about to crawl off the bed when the other party pulled him back. Hot, damp breath blew onto his sweaty nape; he retracted his neck like a little turtle. Jisung used his ten-finger trick to grope him again. Admittedly, he was extremely perverted in these matters, as Hwang Hyunjin was now verifying.
"You... motherfucker, are you crazy? Let go—ahh..." — An unwarranted sound accidentally slipped out as he felt the wet lips stick to his burning, hot neck. His neck had always been a sensitive spot for Hyunjin. Jisung attacking it directly like this—he'd experienced it a few times before, but at this moment, it held a completely different meaning.
Han Jisung bit, licking gently as if cherishing a priceless treasure he always rambled about. That if there was someone willing to love and accept him for who he was, Han Jisung would definitely choose to protect and cherish them until he was six feet under.
"Ji-sung... You're drunk, let me go!... I'm a guy?!"
"Right, you're a guy. And I know I'm about to have sex with a guy."
"You horny dog???"
"Are you not?"
Before he could even punch him, Hyunjin was pushed down onto the bed by Jisung. He lunged, tearing off everything on his exposed body, swallowing his slightly parted lips to suck out all the sweet nectar, touching the smooth skin like silk to feel it. Bored of his lips, he moved to biting until both cheeks were swollen. Jisung made sucking sounds on his burning red ears until they felt like they were on fire. The wet, squelching noises made Hyunjin shudder profoundly, but the point was, he still couldn't fight back.
Then he grabbed the waistband of his pants, yanking them down in one go to reveal black boxers clinging tightly to his seductively curved hips. The pelvic bone protruded with every movement from the person below. Han Jisung liked nice hips, and Hwang Hyunjin possessed that feature.
He distracted him with dozens of coaxing kisses, his hands below quickly removing the last layer of defense for both. Hyunjin felt cold, sobering up from the desire. Under the dim nightlight in the room, he could easily make out the size and shape of the proud member in front of him.
And it was a bit short... Hold on, don't blame him for noticing. It looked short, but its girth was legendary. Hyunjin was longer but had a more slender appearance, lacking the rugged, imposing aura of the other.
"Wait, you must have something... for lubrication, right...??"
"You mean lube. God, you study so hard, but if I told you to jerk off now, you'd probably just wave your hands like fans."
Hyunjin was a bit annoyed that he dared to mock him like that. He studied a lot and felt what he knew was enough for himself; it was okay, he didn't need to sneer at him so disdainfully.
While lost in his own assumptions, suddenly Han Jisung pulled out a long, big bottle from somewhere. He popped the cap with a click and squeezed some kind of liquid onto Hyunjin's thigh. The extreme cold of the lube made his goosebumps rise instantly. Jisung, delighted, nestled in to affectionately nibble on his slender neck. Both hands massaged around the firm, full thighs with their strong muscles.
He looked lanky, but his limbs were just the right size, not too scrawny. And now he realized he preferred this solid, substantial feel more than the soft, limp feeling of females. A quick disclaimer: he didn't mean to disparage the other gender; it's just that Han Jisung had gradually realized he really liked this firm yet smooth, plump feel in his hands.
Or more accurately, he liked Hyunjin.
He liked these beautifully soft, white legs of his. His thighs were just the right fullness and even had muscle groups creating delicate definition on his body. His knees had joint bones that looked very perfect; not too flat nor too awkwardly bulky. His calves were long and also slender, with very little fat, replaced by a firmness that felt absolutely perfect.
Another special point was that Hyunjin had a tiny thigh gap, which was also an accent on his entire lower body. And oh my, Han Jisung was mesmerized by endlessly beautiful legs like these. The melting feeling when clinging his hot, damp fingers to the cold skin like soft jelly, the smooth sensation stretching from top to heel, the glossy surface without a single scratch. Everything had been cleaned and cared for by Hyunjin down to the last detail, even the higher areas.
Jisung was completely sober from the alcohol, but he was high on another stimulant that was even more intoxicating.
" I've never loosened up a guy before... Do you believe me?"
Jisung's voice was slurred terribly in an extremely captivating way, making him feel both nauseated and sensing the firmness in the rhetorical question he posed.
"Will it hurt a lot...?"
Hyunjin mumbled. All this body stuff—getting him to participate was already peak, let alone discussing and negotiating.
"It'll feel so good you'll forget my name."
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"Mmm... Sungie..."
Just as he said—and when Han Jisung said something, it was always right. Hyunjin buried his face in the pillow soaked with saliva and sweat. Han Jisung, though called, seemed not to care, his two fingers continuously rotating, incessantly stirring around the twitching entrance.
Jisung pressed his fingertips against the rippling flesh wall, forcing him to bite his own tongue. A proper, educated person with a clean, bright appearance, yet all one could see now was a guy lying with his hips in the air for another to vigorously plough.
Hyunjin writhed around the spot so much the bedsheet became significantly wrinkled. Tears fell profusely, blurring his vision; his pretty mouth, though tired, couldn't close. All he could utter were calls for the fuckboy working hard behind him. Jisung diligently stretched him open; he had to bite his own lip multiple times, not the trembling, chattering one below.
He noticed there were quite a few small moles on his body. And he wanted—he really wanted to lunge forward and bite and suck until the entire stretch marked by the beautiful black dots was swollen. Everything present before Jisung's eyes right now was truly, truly beautiful. Beautiful in a dizzying, deadly seductive way.
The sounds Hyunjin made—he never thought he could have such a sweet, sugary voice. Don't misunderstand that Jisung was just complimenting him; he felt that being good at moaning also required talent and physiological factors. Among the girls Jisung had been with, they had a cry—truth be told, it was more like screaming than gentle moaning. And he found it grating, that's all.
"Spread your legs."
That stern command immediately directed his desire-clouded brain into an obedient state in an instant. Hyunjin sniffled; his lovely legs gradually spread apart, the knees he was propping on soon growing tired. Seeing this, Han Jisung slipped his hand around his waist to flip him onto his back.
Hwang Hyunjin was confused but still complied with Jisung's adjustment. He lay there, and somehow, Jisung's finger had rotated a circle inside the dripping hole, so Hyunjin lost control again and shot white fluid all over his own stomach.
This was the... whatever number time he'd climaxed; Jisung couldn't be bothered to count. He was just slightly surprised. From that astonishment, he decided to say screw it all. Jisung pulled his sticky fingers straight out of the wet entrance.
Immediately replacing the empty space with his own rugged member.
"!! J-Ji ahh... Umm...!!"
Hyunjin moaned until his voice cracked. Suddenly receiving a strange new object thrusting in caused his body to have very strange reactions. Once again, his erect, reddened member spurted continuously without stop.
Jisung was stunned; he thought he heard the string of his rationality snap completely. He moved forward, grabbing the plump thighs and hoisting them onto his shoulders, bending Hyunjin's lanky body entirely. The lower part aimed at the sweet spot and fired like a sewing machine; the slapping sound of flesh colliding added to the pleasure accumulating below his rising and falling stomach.
Hyunjin's eyes widened. He couldn't believe this was the view those well-endowed girls he always boasted about had. He whimpered, both hands covering his flushed face to hide it completely. The hypnotizing moans were also suppressed to the bottom; he began to feel embarrassed by this very appearance, embarrassed that the witness was Han Jisung, and even more embarrassed that he was enjoying this free service with such pleasure.
"Take your hands away, why be shy? It's just me, Jinie ah."
The familiar nickname he used to whine to him with. Yet now, hearing it was no different from Han Jisung calling one of his flings.
"You know what?..." — Jisung thrust hard, sending Hyunjin's soul flying out and then rushing back in.
"You don't have long orange hair like Angela... You don't possess huge, white assets like Mia. You don't even have a wide-open space down there like the other girls..."
Hyunjin threw his head back, eyes watery with continuous sobs. Jisung targeted the sensitive spot and attacked relentlessly, bringing him to the brink of death and back.
"But you're Hwang Hyunjin. You have the perfect face that I adore. I've slept with many people... because I could never forget..."
He gently squeezed his chin, cold fingertips sticky with saliva. His dazed eyes stared vacantly into nothingness; even breaths escaped his swollen lips. Jisung was rough again; he lunged to devour the slightly open mouth, sucking out the last bit of oxygen he had left.
"I couldn't forget! No matter... how hard I tried, all I remembered... was just the image of your damn beautiful face!!"
"S-Sungie, ah mmh..."
Hyunjin trembled, clutching his broad shoulders. Jisung seemed to go insane, prying his thighs apart, twisting them in every way to make room for his violent movements. The creaking of the bed frame mixed with the sobbing sounds of the person below.
While performing and getting high, he had tried very hard to visualize the expression of Hwang Hyunjin, the friend he had inadvertently bestowed too many emotions upon.
Right now, at this moment, he was sober from his stupor with a clear view of the person writhing beneath him.
He knew Hyunjin was pleasured to the point of incoherence. His member had shot and kept shooting continuously since he pounded him nonstop. After enough playing, caressing, and torturing in every way, he switched to sucking his full, taut chest to satisfy his itchy front teeth.
Hyunjin went from face-down to lying on his back, from clutching his shoulders to hugging the pillow, hugging the blanket. Made to kneel or arch for him to play, he was even made to bounce himself until his limbs were exhausted.
All these efforts made Hyunjin realize he had only cum once! While his stamina was gradually draining and he couldn't come again, Jisung had stimulated his sensitive spot in every way possible.
So it dragged on until past two, three in the morning; he was still being kissed and crushed by Han Jisung until he trembled. From his stomach to his legs, chest, even his face and sideburns were sticky with patches of white semen. His entire body, more or less, had bite marks and hickeys swollen red in patches.
The last sentence he remembered was...
Han Jisung had acknowledged him as his favorite slut.
And in reality, he still remembered his name, didn't he?...
Folliedhiver Sun 26 Oct 2025 02:56PM UTC
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