The Real Thing (3)
The cock I'd seen just moments ago, while Yozora and I were doing that sort of thing — stiffly, stubbornly erect, bigger than the span of my own hand — now stands tall right in front of my eyes, casting its shadow across my face.
"......"
All sorts of thoughts try to crowd in. I should think about nothing at all.
Like Seo Woojin said, it's just a physiological response. And it isn't so different from situations I've seen in manga a few times. You never meant for anything to happen, but a hand brushes him and the guy's thing just starts getting bigger, and then you're both mortified.... If I tell myself this is exactly the same, I'll be fine.
I was only trying to wipe up the juice I'd spilled on his groin. I didn't have even the tiniest intention of doing that sort of thing with Seo Woojin....
......
...I didn't. I really didn't.
Woojin, right there in front of me, doesn't seem to have had any particular thought of doing anything with me either, so I ought to ignore this swollen co—
...this male organ, as thoroughly as I can.
"I-I'll wipe it?"
"...Yeah."
Just a moment ago, while Yozora was sucking his glans so earnestly, as if it tasted wonderful, I'd buried my face in deep and licked and lapped away... and the dizzying male scent I'd breathed in then has only grown thicker. My face flushes for a second. Clutching several stark-white wet wipes, I carefully begin wiping Seo Woojin's thighs, sticky because of me.
"......"
"......"
But a problem arises almost at once.
Trying to wipe with the utmost care so the back of my hand doesn't brush that vicious cock, I find the space I can actually move in is painfully limited.
"...Um, could you... your l-legs..."
"My legs?"
"...spread them a little.... Ngh.... Mm..."
"...Ah. Sure."
"...Thanks."
"......"
A request so embarrassing my ears burn, and an acceptance that is probably no less so. Seo Woojin lets out a light sigh and spreads his legs a little wider, and I wipe his thighs as diligently as I can, determined that my hand will not touch his cock no matter what. So this awkward stretch of time will end quickly — as hard as I can work. This happened because of me, so I have to be thorough. Nothing left undone.
Ignoring my pounding heart as best I can, not even three minutes have passed since I started on his thighs when—
"...But.... W-Woojin..."
"What?"
Another embarrassing problem rears its head.
"...Did it... get on there too...? ...The juice..."
"......"
I spilled it on his groin. There's no way it only got on his thighs.
Seo Woojin says that if you're close friends, you can let someone touch you up to the chest. Yozora says that if you're close friends, you should at least do paizuri. But actually gripping that thing with my own hand is a bit.... Even licking it a little — I only found the courage because Yozora was doing something far more embarrassing right beside me. Anything beyond that is just....
"...I'll do it, so hand me a wipe."
"N-no...! I just asked if the juice got on it.... Just tell me that..."
"It did. ...More than on my thighs."
"...Really?"
But we're friends. I'll try. Somehow.
Haa....
"Why would I lie about something like this? That's why I said I'd wi—"
"...Then just a second..."
"...! Hey, what are you—"
Discomfort is written all over Seo Woojin's face. I look up at him from below, studying him, and then — sniff, sniff — eyes closed, carefully, still on my knees, I bend at the waist, bring my face close beneath his cock, and breathe in the smell.
It's embarrassing to grip it with my hand, that's all. Just smelling it isn't really a big deal.
Through the thick male body-scent, potent enough to leave me hazy for a moment, a sweet orange fragrance threads in — there and not quite there. So he probably isn't lying. And watching him drag a hand down his face, looking complicated, looking ashamed, confirms it.
Well. He didn't really have a reason to lie to me in the first place.
"Jesus.... No, haa.... ...Why are you smelling it down there. It's going to gross you out."
"...Don't worry about it. I just smelled it to check, that's all..."
"You had to go that far just to check?"
"...Just. In case."
If, instead of covering with in case, I'd been honest — if I'd simply said I smelled it because I like the smell of his cock — what kind of face would Seo Woojin have made?
"Anyway, it really does seem to have gotten on it, so I'll wipe it...?"
"...Fine."
At least it wouldn't have been this expression he wears now — nine parts troubled, one part pleased, subtle and impossible to read.
Would he have looked at me with disgust, like I was some perverted girl? Or, since men like dirty things, every last one of them, maybe he'd have looked smug instead. He might have asked back, you like the smell of cock that much? — and then, just like Yozora a moment ago, stroked my head, pressed his cock against my nose, push after push, and laughed under his breath.
"Ah, and, also..., you can't think weird thoughts, okay...?"
"...What weird thoughts?"
"Just because I'm holding it a little with my hand, don't... move your hips or anything..."
"...Do shoujo manga have that in them too?"
"No, no, of course they don't...!! Anyway, just in case..."
"...Don't worry. Do whatever you want. I'll stay still."
"...Hey. You promised?"
"Yeah."
Me — who'd been having the weird thoughts first — only after telling Seo Woojin not to have any, and wringing from him a firm promise that he wouldn't move on his own, do I finally—
"......"
"......"
After checking his expression. Swish. Swipe. Softer than a wet schlick, far less obscene — I begin wiping his cock with the wet wipe.
Moving with only one hand wrapped around it feels halfhearted, so I grip it firmly with both, slowly. From the glans all the way to the root. Carefully. So I can feel, with my whole hands, the hardness of this cock I've only looked at and licked, never properly touched.
So this is how he can drive it into a woman's body during sex — push, push, with everything he has. I felt it when I licked it earlier, but it's incredibly hard....
"...H-how is it? Is it okay?"
"...Okay how?"
"Like if I'm too slow, or if you'd rather I grip it more gently, or..."
"......"
"Why aren't you saying anything...?"
"...It's fine. I don't really feel much."
"...Hmmmm......"
Hearing that utterly calm answer, I let out a light breath and stare down at Seo Woojin's cock.
Suspicious. For someone who doesn't feel much, he twitches every time I stroke all the way to the root. I can feel every bit of it in my hands. It feels like a lie.
"...Really? You don't feel anything?"
"Yeah."
"Then should I do it a little harder...?"
"......"
"So it gets wiped properly. Yeah. So it gets clean.... You never know, right? If it doesn't get wiped well, it might get sticky later..."
"...Then let it."
"...If it feels too hard, you have to tell me, okay?"
"...Sure."
The way he can't answer right away, the way his reply comes a beat late — it really does seem like a lie. I only started wiping with a little more pressure, and now the soft wiping sound is mixing with wet, obscene schlick-schlick, and watching him furrow his brows tight, it's definitely a lie.
Mmm. Why is he suddenly lying to me? Does Woojin even need to lie to me?
Ah. Maybe he's embarrassed that his cock got this big because of me....
"......"
Oh, what do I do. If you're like that, I get embarrassed all over again, just like at the start. I'd managed to forget somehow....
Uwaaah....
"H-how is it?"
"...Not much different. Same as before."
"I seeee.... Not much different.... Same as before..."
"...What? Did I say something weird?"
"...Ah, no? It's not weird?"
"..."
I press my forearm against my cheeks, hot in an instant, rubbing at them for a moment. Then, pulling a fresh cold wipe to replace the one already gone lukewarm, I carefully wipe downward from the glans, swollen tight with blood.
I'm the one who offered to wipe it. I can't dab at it halfheartedly and then declare I'm done. I have to wipe as hard as I can.
"......"
But because of that, one thing makes me uneasy. If someone else were to see this scene — if Yozora, whom we just carried into the bedroom, were to see this — what would she think?
Would she think, oh, she's just wiping up the spilled juice? Or would she think the two of them were doing something embarrassing behind my back?
Even I, the one doing it, can only see it as the latter. If Yozora saw it, how on earth would it look to her? The worry nags at me, and my attention keeps drifting toward the bedroom.
A misunderstanding could be cleared up quickly enough — his pants are soaked with juice, after all — and I did shut the door tight. But first impressions matter most, and I didn't actually lock it....
"...Hold on. Stop your hand."
"...H-huh?"
"I said stop. Your hand."
"My hand...? Why? Does it feel bad...?"
"...It's not that.... ...Anyway, stop there. Just for a second.... No, never mind."
Right around when I was thinking I hadn't locked it — swish, swipe — the wrist that had been wiping his cock is seized tight in Seo Woojin's grip.
Why? Why is he doing that? Did he not like the new wipe? The bedroom door didn't burst open the way I feared, and all that's happened so far is that I rubbed Seo Woojin's cock diligently for barely three minutes....
......
Ah.
No way.
"...Haa..."
"......"
Matching the sound of his sigh, I lower my gaze. Just a little. Just a tiny bit.
So I can see Seo Woojin's cock, erect so hard the thick veins stand out. So I can see my own hand, touching it with a single wet wipe between us. So I can see his hand, gripping my wrist tight, forcing it to stop.
So I can see, plain as day, the cock that had been quietly welling clear, sticky fluid from the tip of the glans without my noticing — a cock that, just as it had with Yozora a little while ago, could filthy my neck and collarbones with semen right this second and it wouldn't be strange at all.
"...Sorry. Did I hurt your wrist?"
"N-no, no..."
"You wouldn't stop, so I grabbed you without thinking.... Good, if you're okay."
"......"
So that's why he told me to stop. Mm-hm.
I'd assumed it would take ten minutes, twenty, before anything like that happened, so I hadn't thought a thing of it. Is he... a q-quick shot? Something like that?
No. When he was with Yozora, she used her mouth and her breasts, not just her hands, and it still took about ten minutes. So why, this time, with only my hands, is he already—
Does that mean my hands feel better than Yozora's breasts? Enough that he already has to hold back from coming? All I did was hold it lightly and stroke, swipe swipe.
Either way, that means the semen, too, would naturally—
"...You can keep going. Now."
"......"
I swallow, and glance at the cock that won't stop twitching.
If he hadn't pinned me, if I'd moved my hand just a little longer, the loose sweatshirt I'm wearing, my face, my lips — all of it would be painted thick with sticky semen, and by now the whole of me would smell of male cum....
"..."
Blinking at a sensation I could never tell my parents, could never tell anyone, I twitch my thighs and look up into Seo Woojin's eyes.
"...Why are you looking at me like that? Something you want to say?"
"...No. Not really..."
But there is something I want to do. And since I'm in the middle of wiping his cock anyway, there's one thing I can do under that excuse.
"Um... Woojin?"
"...What?"
"It's nothing, but.... If, really if, you feel like you're going to... come, will you tell me?"
"...Just give me a wipe too. I'll come on that."
"Don't do that.... It's..."
"......?"
"...I'll take it in my mouth, like Yozora did earlier...?"
"..."
Eyes lowered just a little, I say it.
"That stuff doesn't taste good. Probably."
"O-of course it doesn't.... How could it taste good..."
"Then why?"
"...Yozora said so, didn't she. That close friends do things like paizuri for each other all the time..."
"..."
"Wipes are a waste, so a friend's semen is... well..."
Honestly, I don't think the wipes are a waste at all. I just want to smell that semen scent I caught a whiff of a moment ago, one more time. I want to hold Seo Woojin's semen in my mouth and breathe it in.
"...Ah, you never know, so maybe it's better if I hold it in my mouth so it doesn't splatter..."
"..."
"......Aahp... mm..."
Honestly — the orange juice is already wiped clean. And yet here I am, dirtying Seo Woojin's cock with my own spit instead, without a single thought spared for any of that.