Chapter Four #2
He’s waiting on the bed in nearly the same state of undress—shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark lounge pants, leaning back against the headboard with his phone in his hand.
The lamp on the bedside table casts warm light across the sharp planes of his chest and the ridges of his abs, his gold chain catching the glow where it rests against his collarbones.
He looks up when I appear in the doorway and tosses his phone aside onto the nightstand.
“Come on.” He jerks his chin toward the bed, motioning me over. “I’ve got an idea. Something different this time.”
I eye him from the doorway, not moving. “Have you been researching again?”
“Yes,” he says, flatly and without a shred of shame. Before I can formulate an objection or even ask what exactly he’s been researching, he reaches out, catches my wrist, and pulls me down onto the bed. I stumble forward, my knee hitting the mattress, and then his hands are at my waist.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants and pulls them down in one smooth motion, stripping them over my hips and down my legs before I can do more than make a sharp sound of protest and grab uselessly at the fabric as it disappears past my knees.
“Hey—what the—”
I’m left bare from the waist down, my cock soft between my thighs, the cool air of the bedroom hitting my skin.
Before I can cover myself or get a full complaint out, Hyunwoo says, “Oh, be quiet,” and flips me over onto my stomach with a firm hand between my shoulder blades, pressing me down against the mattress.
His hands grip my thighs from behind and he pulls my hips up and back, dragging me bodily across the sheets until my lower body is positioned across his lap.
My ass is elevated and on full display while my face and chest are pressed into the sheets, my legs spread slightly on either side of his thighs for balance, my cock and balls hanging between my legs where Hyunwoo can see absolutely everything.
My face catches fire.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demand, my voice muffled by the mattress. I try to push up on my elbows but Hyunwoo’s hand presses firmly on the small of my back, holding me in place. “You can’t just manhandle me like a ragdoll, Hyunwoo, I’m not one of your—”
“You want to be difficult,” he says over me, his tone matter-of-fact. “You won’t accept my pheromones, you won’t let me do any kind of foreplay, and then you complain that it hurts. So you leave me no choice but to do this properly, the old-fashioned way.”
I hear him reach over to the bedside table, and I crane my neck around to see him holding up a bottle of clear lubricant. The expensive medical-grade kind.
“Where did you even get that?” I ask.
“I ordered it.” He uncaps the bottle. “After last time.”
He upends it, and I jerk violently on his lap as cold liquid drips directly onto my hole.
The temperature is shocking against the warm skin, trickling over my rim and sliding down between my cheeks in a slow, slippery trail.
I clench involuntarily, goosebumps racing up my spine and across the backs of my thighs.
“That’s freezing,” I hiss.
“It’ll warm up.” His fingers swipe through the puddle of lube gathered over my hole, spreading it around in strokes, coating the rim and the skin around it. His touch is unhurried, thorough, and it makes every nerve ending in that area light up and has me gritting my teeth.
I squirm on his lap, trying to shift away from his fingers, my voice high and distressed. “I told you not to touch me there. We agreed on penetration only, and this is—”
“Quit whining.” His voice is firm. “Last time you refused to let me stretch you and then you spent days limping around the apartment like a wounded animal and gave me grief about it for a week straight. You couldn’t sit down without making a face for five days.
” His fingers keep working, spreading the lube in slow circles over my entrance.
“So this time, I’m going to make sure you’re properly prepped whether you like it or not. This isn’t negotiable.”
“Well, I don’t want it,” I snap, even as my body stays pinned across his lap.
“I don’t care.” He says simply and without heat.
“And it’s not just about you anyway. You were so tight last time that my dick hurt for a week afterward too.
It felt like I was shoving myself into a closed fist. I thought you were going to squeeze it off.
” His thumb rubs a slow circle just beside my hole, making me shiver.
“So you need to loosen up more. For both of our benefits. Now be quiet and let me work.”
I stew. Indignation and embarrassment churn in my chest, but I stop squirming.
Partly because his hand on my lower back is firm enough that fighting it would take real effort, and partly because—fine.
He has a point. Last time was a disaster because I refused any kind of preparation and went in dry and tense and clenched like my life depended on it, and the result was days of agony.
So I lie forward with my head pillowed on my folded arms, my cheeks burning furiously, and stare at the headboard while I feel Hyunwoo spreading the lube over my hole with slow, thorough strokes.
He coats the rim and the sensitive skin around it until everything is slick and warm, the initial cold of the lubricant replaced by a spreading warmth from his fingers and my own body heat.
I bite my lip as I feel him press one finger against my entrance.
Just resting there instead of pushing yet, the pad of his fingertip sitting against the tight pucker with gentle, steady pressure.
He holds it there for a few seconds, letting me feel the contact, letting my body feel what’s about to happen. Then he pushes in slowly.
The tip breaches me and I exhale hard through my nose.
The stretch is there, a ring of pressure expanding around his finger, but it’s manageable this time.
The lube eases the way as his finger sinks into me steadily, the long digit sliding in past the first knuckle, then the second.
It feels strange. Invasive. A foreign pressure inside me that makes my body want to clench and push out, every instinct telling me something is in there that shouldn’t be. But it doesn’t really hurt.
Then he adds a second finger alongside the first, pushing both in together, and I gasp as the stretch doubles. My rim spreads wider around the two digits, the burn flaring up sharp and sudden, and I clench down hard around them.
Hyunwoo pauses. His fingers hold perfectly still inside me, not advancing, not retreating, just sitting there while my body grips them. His free hand moves to my lower back and starts rubbing small, soothing circles against the skin.
“Relax,” he says. His voice quiet and steady. “Just breathe through it. Slow deep breaths. I’ll hold right here until you stop clenching. There’s no rush.”
I close my eyes and focus on my breathing.
Slow inhale through the nose, filling my lungs completely.
Slow exhale through the mouth, letting the air out in a controlled stream.
Again. And again. Gradually, incrementally, my body responds.
The tension in my muscles starts to ease, my hole relaxing around Hyunwoo’s fingers, the involuntary clenching subsiding bit by bit until the two digits sit inside me without resistance, just a feeling of fullness and pressure.
“Good,” Hyunwoo says, and starts to move.
He pushes his fingers in deeper, the lube making the glide smooth and easy, and rubs them around inside my channel, spreading the lubricant along my inner walls.
The pads of his fingers drag against the warm, sensitive flesh, and I can feel every ridge of his knuckles, every shift of angle as he works.
Then he starts to slowly spread his fingers apart, scissoring them gently, stretching me further in careful increments that make me breathe a little harder but don’t quite cross the line into pain.
I breathe steadily through my nose, hyper-aware of every movement inside me.
The stretch, the slide, the faint wet sound of lube, the warmth of his hand on my back.
I bear it with gritted teeth and remind myself that this is better than last time.
This is preparation. This is Hyunwoo being thorough because he doesn’t want to hurt me again, even if he’d never phrase it that way.
Then his fingers crook slightly, curling upward as he pulls them back, and the pads of his fingers glide along my inner wall and brush against something that makes me gasp sharply and jolt on his lap like I’ve been hit with a live wire.
Pleasure. Bright, sudden, startlingly intense.
It zips up my spine and radiates through my pelvis in a hot, spreading wave that I am completely unprepared for.
My cock twitches hard between my thighs and my hole clenches around Hyunwoo’s fingers, and I make a sound that I don’t recognize as coming from my own mouth.
I blink, stunned. My heart is hammering. What the fuck was that?
Hyunwoo pauses behind me. I can feel his fingers go still inside me, and I know he felt my reaction—the sudden clench, the full-body jolt, the way every muscle in my body just fired at once.
“What was that?” he asks. “Something happened.”
I shake my head against my arms, dazed, my pulse still racing. “I don’t—I don’t know. It was something.”
Hyunwoo pushes his fingers back in, deeper this time, with more intent. “There was something there,” he says, his voice taking on a focused quality, zeroing in on a problem he’s decided to solve.
His fingers probe carefully, searching, and then they brush that place again. More deliberately this time, the pads of his fingers pressing against a small swollen spot on my inner wall with firm, direct pressure.