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Yeonjun has a problem.
The sound of wanton moans filled his ears as he rocked his hips back and forth against the corner of his desk, matching the pace at which the blonde and brunette girls on screen were rubbing their clits together.
“Ah, fuck…” He hissed lowly, feeling the familiar pleasure building ever so slowly from the pressure of the hard surface pressing against his clit.
Yeonjun threw his head back, no longer looking at the screen now as he tried to chase his own release. With his eyes squeezed tightly shut and mouth falling open, he focused only on the overly loud moans and obscene squelching sounds from when the girls’ leaking pussies would touch and slide against the other.
“Come on, come on, comeoncomeoncomeon…” Yeonjun chanted in a whisper, his grip around the sides of his desk tightening as he quickened the snapping of his hips against the corner–
Thud!
A loud thud shocked him out of the little trance he sometimes enters when he’s trying hard to reach his orgasm, and he jumps back from the desk reflexively. Everything that came next happened so quickly; his earphones that were still attached to his person tugs his laptop a small distance on the desk at his sudden backward movement and Yeonjun all but rips it out of his ears roughly and slams his laptop shut all in one swift move.
He whipped towards the source of the sound, heart thumping wildly in his chest both from fear and his previous ministrations. There, in the doorway of his room, stood his junior-slash-friend-slash-tutee-slash-crush, Choi Soobin. Choi Soobin, who had ended his tutoring session with Yeonjun less than 10 minutes ago, and who definitely should not still be in his house now. Yeonjun saw him out the door! Why was he back here?
Judging by the slack-jawed look on his face and the thick English-Korean dictionary that was lying on the floor in front of him, – most likely having dropped it in his shock and causing the loud thud – Soobin had seen everything.
He had seen Yeonjun in that compromising position not even a second before, seen him do that scandalous act of humping a desk corner to lesbian porn.
“Sor-sorry, hyung! I called out for you a few times, but you, you didn’t respond. I, uh, I left my water bottle behind.” Soobin, who realised Yeonjun was now gaping at him, snapped out of his own daze and stuttered.
Yeonjun's brain processes the words a little slowly, before finally tearing his eyes away from Soobin’s red face and the obviously forming tent in his pants, and turned back to his desk. There, on the other side of the desk where the younger had been sitting earlier, was his incriminating blue sports bottle, standing tall and proud as if it was mocking his misfortune.
Yeonjun reached over for the bottle with slightly shaky fingers, then tossed it over to the taller boy by the door without looking. Soobin’s hands shot out to catch it just moments before the object would collide with his chest.
“Please… please don’t tell anyone what you saw today. Forget that you even saw anything at all, please.” Yeonjun’s hand came up to rub at his face in embarrassment, and it stayed there, covering his eyes so he didn’t have to look at the younger’s reaction. He didn’t know how to face him anymore.
He felt uncomfortable; the wetness between his legs had stopped seeping out of his cunt as quickly as before, but his clit still throbbed from the stimulation and his entire groin region felt moist and sticky. There was probably a small wet patch at the crotch of his shorts where his juices had soaked through, though fortunately, could not be seen from the dark colour of the fabric.
The thing is, Yeonjun had always been very careful about when and where he would indulge in this… activity, but he had been entirely too careless today.
He had been feeling so horny all of today for some reason unbeknownst to himself, and he had barely kept his head straight through the tutoring session with Soobin. Despite feeling frustratingly restless, shifting endlessly in his seat, he dutifully went through the practice papers for the younger’s English class and quizzed him on some new vocabulary he had taught last week, all the while trying his damnedest to push down the intrusive, inappropriate images in his mind.
It also didn’t help that his long-time crush was sitting right in front of him. The two boys squeezed together around Yeonjun’s cramped desk, and his body turned towards Soobin such that his knee would brush the side of the younger’s thigh every time he shifted. Their proximity also made Soobin’s smell that much more prominent. Even though the younger doesn’t wear any cologne, sometimes only deodorant after his basketball practices, there was always a light smell that was characteristic about him which Yeonjun recognises by now: faint musk with milky undertones that was probably from his body wash.
It all only served to distract Yeonjun’s mind even more, straying further and further into the gutter, and had him crossing and uncrossing his legs only to cross them again, squeezing his thighs together, desperate for friction against his throbbing clit. That was why when Soobin finally left his house two hours later, Yeonjun wasted no time in pulling up his favourite porn site on incognito and getting right down to work. His first mistake was being so hasty that he had forgotten to lock the door, which was a huge miss in itself since his mother was home and there was no concept of knocking in this house, and the second was having both sides of his earphones in, which blocked out most other sounds so he hadn’t heard Soobin approaching or calling for him. He had not been in his right mind, that much was certain, and now Soobin had seen him.
Had he mentioned he had a fat crush on his junior yet?
There was a beat of charged silence before Soobin spoke again.
“Hyung…” He started softly, stepping into Yeonjun’s room and closing the door behind him. “Hyung please, look at me.”
Yeonjun sank down into his chair, covering his face with both his hands now because well, how could he? He kept his head down, feeling his nose sour and strange tears pricking at his eyes.
What will Soobin think of him now? The senior he had always thought was so cool, smart, and popular was just a dirty, disgusting–
“Hyungie, please…” Yeonjun gasped when he felt warm hands on his wrists, gently pulling them away from his face. Soobin had lowered himself on one knee to get somewhat on eye-level with Yeonjun, and he met the younger’s concerned but still soft eyes. He didn’t look repulsed, or even judging, even though Yeonjun’s mind was so clouded by his fear and shame that he couldn’t see that.
“I am not going to tell anyone about this; it isn’t anybody’s business but yours. You don’t have to worry, your secret is safe with me, okay? You don’t have to be scared or embarrassed about it too, it’s a completely normal thing to do.” Soobin spoke to Yeonjun like he was a frightened animal, afraid of scaring him away if he was only too loud or abrupt. Soobin had looked so sincere saying that, but it did nothing to help his embarrassment.
Is it, though? Yeonjun wanted to say, but couldn’t bring the words to leave his lips. He thinks that if he tried to speak now all that would come out would be a choked sob. He just wanted to disappear right this instant.
“Please, just leave.”
Soobin let out a quiet sigh at his words and Yeonjun felt a hand in his hair, gently stroking a few times before it was gone. The younger went to pick up his dictionary that was still on the floor and left Yeonjun’s room, door closing behind him with a soft click. The first tear finally overflowed and slid out of his eyes.
He had ruined everything.