Chapter 91: Chapter 91

Ye Jun

I grabbed his shirt harder and yanked him down so our mouths crashed again, no more of that careful bullshit, just me trying to shut my brain up before it started screaming about how this was the dumbest idea I’d ever had after Si Woo.

Ohm made this surprised little noise against my lips, like he hadn’t expected me to go from zero to needy in half a second, but then he kissed me back, slow and stupidly soft, his hand still cupping my cheek like I was made of glass or something. God, it was so different. No teeth scraping my bottom lip until it bled, no hand fisted in my hair dragging my head back so he could growl mine in my ear. Just Ohm, all warm and careful, thumb brushing my cheekbone while he tasted like the mint gum from earlier and the shots we’d done at the bar. My chest did this tight squeeze thing that pissed me off because it felt too good, too safe, and I didn’t do safe anymore.

I pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead against his, panting like I’d run up his stupid mansion stairs. “Okay, okay, wait, you’re shaking, I can feel it, your hand’s all trembly on my face, dude. Are you sure you want this? Because if you freak out halfway and start crying or whatever I’m gonna laugh my ass off and never let you live it down.”

Ohm huffed out a laugh, eyes all wide and serious at the same time, that big teddy-bear face looking way too earnest for a guy who just asked his best friend to be his gay tutor on a dance floor. “I’m not gonna cry, Ye Jun. I’m nervous as hell but I want this. With you. Just… tell me what feels good, okay? I don’t know shit about any of this.” His voice cracked a little on the last part and I almost lost it right there, because who the hell gets to be this honest while their hands are still shaking?.

“Fine, lesson one, stop talking like you’re about to propose or something,” I snapped, but I was grinning, couldn’t help it, and I shoved him onto his back so I could climb on top before he got any ideas about flipping us. My knees sank into the mattress on either side of his hips and I kept my weight forward, ass angled away just enough that if he looked down he wouldn’t see anything he shouldn’t.

Tattoo stays hidden, tattoo stays hidden, I kept repeating it in my head like a chant while I leaned down and kissed him again, harder this time, tongue sliding against his because I needed to feel in control of something tonight.

He groaned into my mouth, hands coming up to my waist again, fingers sliding under my shirt but not pushing it up yet. “Shit, Ye Jun, you taste good,” he mumbled when I let him breathe, voice all rough and low. “Like… I don’t even know. Better than anything.”

I laughed right against his lips, sarcastic and mean because that’s what I do when my stomach flips like this. “Better than anything? Wow, big compliment from the guy who’s never kissed a dude before. You’re gonna make me blush, Ohm, stop it before I throw up from how cheesy you sound.” But inside my head it was all chaos, because yeah it did feel good, too good, no biting, no Si Woo telling me I was his dirty little secret while he marked me up. Just Ohm being all gentle and it was scaring the shit out of me. If I make him addicted to this, Si Woo loses, the thought popped up again, sharp and ugly, and I chased it by grinding down against him, feeling how hard he already was through his jeans.

Ohm’s breath hitched and his hands tightened on my hips. “Wait, is that.. . . do you want me to….. ” He was stumbling over his words, face going red, and I couldn’t stop the snort that came out.

“Yeah, genius, that’s the idea. But clothes first, or are you planning to fuck me through denim like some kind of amateur?” I tugged at his shirt, yanking it up and over his head before he could overthink it, and he did the same to mine, but I kept my back arched forward so nothing showed. Shirt off, fine. Pants next, but I’d handle that part.

I kicked my jeans down fast, shimmying out of them while staying on top, then shoved his down too, boxers and all, until we were both just skin and nerves and too much eye contact.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Ohm said, eyes dragging over me, and I swear he sounded surprised, like he hadn’t expected his best friend to look like this naked. I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt.

“Pretty? Jesus, Ohm, you sound like you’re trying to romance me in a bad drama. Shut up and touch me before I change my mind and walk out of this mansion in my underwear.” But my voice wobbled because his hands were sliding up my thighs now, slowly and carefully , no grabbing, no pinching, just warm palms like he was learning every inch. It felt too good again. No degrading words, no “you’re such a slut for me, Ye Jun” bullshit that Si Woo loved throwing out while he edged me until I cried. Just Ohm looking at me like I mattered, and guilt slammed into my gut so hard I almost flinched.

He noticed. Of course he did. “Hey, you okay? You just went all tense.” His thumb rubbed a circle on my hip bone, gentle as hell, and I wanted to punch him for it.

“I’m fine, stop being all sweet and shit, it’s weird. Just… finger me already, okay? That’s lesson two. Use lube, there’s some in my jeans pocket from earlier because I’m not a total idiot. I bought it when we stopped at the gas station.” I reached over, grabbed the little packet I’d shoved in there

for emergencies….. For…. For Si woo of course, I never thought I’d use with him, and tossed it at his chest. “Don’t look so shocked. I came prepared for bad decisions.”

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