Behind the Sex - Chapter 3
Title: Behind the Sex
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2
“Dad.” Kibum greeted as they sat down on the same sofa, watching the evening news.
“Dinner is ready, do you want to eat now?” Kibum father smiled, getting ready to stand up.
Kibum said he had some matters and was going to be home late, thus his father decided to wait for him to have dinner together. Truthfully, the reason why Kibum was out till so late was the money issue.
He considered a few jobs but knew the money just wasn’t enough. Where was he going to get such a big amount of money?
“Sure. Dad I have some matters to discuss with you.” Kibum slipped in his main point, pausing a moment to let his father guess what he was about to say. It was a good way to catch his attention, always, a good way. “Do you remember the money you said you set aside for me, so I could set up a business myself if I wanted to?”
Kibum’s father frowned not because he couldn’t remember, Kibum knew. The frown was something more like an expression to question why Kibum would bring it up.
“Yes…?” The older man nodded slowly, taking a seat and bringing out the warmed up dishes.
“Could I have it now? The full amount.” Kibum emphasised the last three words, carefully picking out some words for his next sentence after getting a reply, checking them against his knowledge of his father. As if to make him more willing, he even picked out a drumstick for his father, smiling gently.
“Why?”
As expected.
“Then, do you remember you said you would support me in whatever I do, because I knew what was the best I could do for myself?” Kibum continued, skilfully evading the question.
“Yes.” Kibum’s father easily got led on, temporarily forgetting that his previous question was ignored.
“My project, I need the money.” Straight to the point, after laying a trap.
How convenient was it that he took psychology and he could use this exact subject on his father, using different methods on him and getting the funds he need?
Fall, fall, fall into the trap.
“Why?” A soft mumble.
“Would you give it to me?” Kibum ignored the question to ensure the situation was in his favour.
Fall, fall, fall.
“Yes.” The father knew that would be his final answer. Kibum topped his class for a reason, and this was the exact reason. If he didn’t give a “yes”, he wondered how many “Do you remember” Kibum could then come up with. “Why?”
“My project is to research on someone who is going through emotional turmoil but is not facing it. My subject will be a prostitute, and I need the money to visit the brothel almost daily.” Kibum calmly explained, watching his father’s face contort.
As if the words finally sunk in, Kibum’s father jerked. “Y-You…please don’t do that.”
“You said you would support me!” Kibum growled, standing up. He wasn’t really angry. Except that this was the only way he could fully persuade his father. “You said you would!”
“I-” Kibum’s father stood up, reaching for Kibum’s wrist in hopes of calming him down. “I-”
“Let go of me.” Kibum coldly stared back, seeing the hesitation in his father’s eyes, as though contemplating.
Sorry, that I had to do it. Dad, you know how badly I want to do this. I’m sorry.
“I’ll transfer the money to your account tomorrow.” A dejected sigh, and saw Kibum flinched.
“Forget it, I’ll go earn it myself.”
“Kibum, I’d give it to you!” Kibum’s father quickly rounded the table to hold him by the shoulders. “Don’t…just, I’d give it to you.”
“I don’t want it. I don’t want it if there’s a part of you still unwilling. It’s just that I thought you were the father I could count on, trust and talk to. I thought you would understand that I’m doing this for my future, and if it wasn’t the best idea ever, I thought you would know that I wouldn’t even have suggested it. I hate myself for resorting to reminding you what you promised me, but I detest you for not keeping your word.” Kibum smiled faintly. “Don’t worry, I’ll survive.”
“I-It was just a shock.” Kibum’s father managed a smile. “I’ll support you, if this is your choice, I’ll support you.”
Whether it was because Kibum was too confident, or that his father was too convincing, no one knew. Kibum thought he succeeded, and Kibum’s father thought the same.
-
“Now that the money issue is done…” Kibum said, without a hint of remorse in his voice, not knowing that his father was under the same roof worrying. He thought he had completely won his father over with his very amazing persuasion skills.
He always knew there was something about his father he couldn’t quite use the skills he learnt in school against, unlike every other person he had won over with a simple tactic. Yet, Kibum never realised that his father actually knew what he was doing.
“My profile.” Kibum muttered, pulling his swivel chair out and taking a comfortable seat. He then slid his way to the floor mirror on the wall and cocked his head to a side, knowing he’s bound to be questioned about his identity one day. Instead of thinking it up on the spot, he needed a foundation profile where the rest should easily follow. Well, of course, some details had to be tailored according to the type of person he was dealing with. “Who am I?”
“Photos are, actually, very good reference materials on the psychology of a person.”
“Photography…” Kibum considered with a tiny smile. The body language of a naked figure might just tell him those things he can’t figure out from the other hints. “I’m Kim Kibum, majoring in photography.”
Kibum smiled, liking the way the words left the tip of his tongue.
“Currently in my last year, we have learnt mostly contemporary art. I’m better in still life photography, or so my teacher says. I like street photography a lot more though, you know, the kind where you capture life as it is. Something with a lot more life than still life photography, a lot of walking, talking, almost depicting what life fully is. Cloudscape photography is interesting and soothing to the eyes too, but recently, I’m rather intrigued by nude photography. In this genre of photography, you emphasise on the human features, the beautiful natural curves. If someone would look at the photo and turn away in disgust, you failed your job as a photographer. I like that, how the public would be critical of you if you dared taint the name of nude photography.” Kibum said to his mirror and kept the confidence down. Too much of it would make him appear arrogant, but too little would be suspicious. If he was majoring in it, he would be confident, because he knew what he was capable of.
Giving it a little more thought, he shook his head. As usual, he sounded too serious, too stern.
“I need a basic profile.” Kibum realised, scratching his head. “I’m a sexually-active adult, and haven’t had much luck with girls. Am I confident? Why do I not have luck with girls? Is it my personality? Am I interested in just sex?”
Kibum blinked, remembering how the attires of those female prostitutes just made him all uncomfortable. In a bad way. Maybe he should find a male prostitute?
He paused.
“I’m a sexually-active adult, and haven’t had much luck with relationships because I’m gay. I reject girls this way, but don’t dare to woo the guy I...like? Love? No, if I’m looking for a prostitute, I’m not that loyal. I don’t dare to woo the guy I like, and have sexual fantasies of him at night. As such, I need someone to curb my sexual desire and found my way to you.” Kibum shrugged, visualising the mirror as the man he was going to meet. “Perfect.”
“Every day, I go to school, I’m a student majoring in photography, blah, blah. I’m interested in nude photography because I’m looking for ways to not turn myself on. No, I’m interested in nude photography because I’m…because I’m interested in the human body? What am I interested in? Because the angle of the jaw from the neck when a person is looking forward is arousing. Because the natural curve accentuating the waistline allows the lazy arms to be placed on it without falling past the hips. Because the straight spinal cord from the back of one’s neck to the tailbone is a beautiful masterpiece. Because the texture of one’s skin is addicting. Because…”
Kibum chortled, smiling at his reflection. “Seems like I’m too much into my role.”
-
“I just need a camera that’s conveniently small, has a rather high quality and can last long. Don’t give me all the details, I’m really not interested.” Kibum smiled, trying to smoothen out the edge in his voice.
He suddenly remembered an important fact he had overlooked previously - what was he going to learn if all they have is sex whenever they meet?
“This model would be the best, it costs three hundred thousand won, but I assure you it has all that you’re looking for.” The sales assistant smiled politely, presenting the model to him.
“I’ll take it.” Kibum nodded readily, actually willing to take whatever was presented to him.
-
Masturbate, the exact thing he had to do.
He hasn’t really tried such a thing, never actually feeling the need to touch himself. Yet if he was going to a brothel and the prostitutes were expecting an easy catch, there would never be threat to their beautifully built up façade. He cannot be an easy catch, he cannot.
So he had to resist whatever pleasures could be sent up his spine when his weakness was held in the other’s hand.
And when the prostitute see his lack of reaction (hopefully, he hasn’t tried touching himself), he would be flustered. The first action would be the first clue into the insides of his heart.
“I don’t have much time.” Kibum sighed, spending six days of his semester not even meeting the subject of his thesis. “Let’s get this done and over with.”
-
Cautiously locking his door and playing some classical jazz song to cover up the noises he might make, he settled on his bed and hid his body beneath the blankets just in case. How should he go about doing this?
He removed his shirt swiftly, letting his hands roam about his body awkwardly. Lightly, almost not touching his skin, he felt the ticklish feeling in his bones. Was that how someone was supposed to feel when turned on?
Running up his arms and moving to his chest, then down his stomach, Kibum assumed he really wasn’t sexually-active. Other than it being slightly ticklish, there weren’t many other thoughts. Removing his pants quickly and kicking it off the bed, he tried the indirect way he had read on the internet.
With a finger circling his hidden member, he winced. There was this uncomfortable feeling, tensing his thigh muscles as if willing the blood rush to ease. He tried circling the area again, jerking backwards and then pressing his bare back against the headboard. Digging his head backwards, he groaned.
Despite his unwillingness to continue, he used two fingers and rubbed his growing erection, shuddering even. How could he be so weak, so vulnerable to such touches?
Biting his lower lip and clenching his other fist around his bed sheets, he shut his eyes tightly. It was wet, he could feel himself getting wet. He needed to hold himself longer, to calm his erratically beating heart. His right hand seemed to belong to another brain, not once hesitating in the pleasuring action though, like it didn’t want to let him catch his breath. He then used his whole palm to caress his erection, fingers sliding past the base of his erection and causing him to let out an involuntary moan.
“Ugh.” Kibum’s face contorted in pain, shivering under his own touches.
His illogical side wanted to take over. He wanted to reach his release quickly, to stop teasing himself. Letting go of his abused lip, he gritted his teeth tightly, giving all that he could to last longer.
Stroking the base, because it was so much more arousing there, he writhed uncontrollably, whimpering softly. “Ugh….ugh….”
He brought both his hands out from under the covers, panting. He clenched his fist and tried to get back his mind, to get back his willpower. Almost instantly after, because this was like a real-life stimulation and the prostitute probably wouldn’t stop when he’s giving such reactions, he stroked his thighs and felt his stiff erection twitch in desire.
This was driving him insane, who cares about the project now? He needed his release, or he was going to lose the little bit of coherency he still has.
Removing his underwear hurriedly and caring less about where he threw it, he wrapped his warm dominant hand about his length and sighed in relief. The contact comforted him a little, and he did an experimental twirl with his thumb on the tip of his member, regretting immediately when he moaned uncontrollably.
Pumping his erection frantically and gasping for air at the same rhythm, he shut his eyes tight and at least tried to contain his growls. Arching his back at an angle he never knew was possible, he cried silently, just hoping the torture to end.
How was this even called pleasing when all he wanted to was to release?
The friction started to burn while his rhythm became messed up, and all his thoughts were about his release. Faster, he needed his release faster.
Even the strength he was using lacked control, squeezing his throbbing erection way too tightly and pumping it at a nearly insane speed. Sharply taking a deep breath of air, he paused in his actions and felt the blood rush reach its peak. Cum spilled messily onto his blanket, his naked body and his hand, the warm load rather comforting despite the warmth Kibum was feeling all over.
Removing the blanket from over his body and analysing his choices, he then cleaned up the cum on his blanket before taking a bath.
Surprisingly, despite not thinking so when he was masturbating, it felt really good.
Damn it.
-
It might have been the countless of masturbating he had been doing since the day he found out he was too weak to touches. Kibum did it every single moment he was alone, and even rushed home from school to continue. Right after his release, he would start once more, wincing slightly lesser than the previous time.
All in all, it was working.
Typing in his reflections of what he was doing right then with one hand and pumping his erection with the other, he looked at his calendar and mentally calculated the number of days he had left. Coming to think of it, it actually was a pretty good “trade”, spending a week on masturbating and getting such results.
Even his release now takes about five times longer the time taken to reach on his first attempt.
“Kibum, can I come in?” His father knocked, and Kibum considered his options.
“A minute, I’m finishing up a paragraph.” He calmly replied back, standing up and wearing his underwear and pants back up. Moving to his bathroom and swiftly washing away the cum from the previous release, he walked to the door.
“Yes?” Kibum asked, pulling the door open.
“I…well, is everything fine?” His father fidgeted slightly, but Kibum was too busy wondering if the tent against his pants were agonizing or not. He surely didn’t feel the need to finish what he started, but it probably would not be good to leave it so stiff, whether his father was in front of him or just an erection in general.
“Fine? What issue are you referring to?” Kibum smiled distractedly, trying to encourage his father to stop beating around the bush. “What is it?”
“Have you started on your project?”
“Oh, well, yes actually. I think I’ll be going to the brothel tomorrow. I have everything prepared by now, anyway.” Kibum nodded, satisfied.
He had checked his bank account a few days ago and saw the money his father promised. Within the week he had spent preparing his body, he even went on a small trip around the city to take pictures he said he was studying, accumulating about five hundred with a mixture of cloudscape, street and still life photography. Some animals curling up or standing at artistic angles were in his photos as well, as a starting point for nude photography.
“All right then…” His father nodded, standing up. “Stay safe.”
“Thanks.” Kibum smiled, a rare hug for his father as he stood up. “I’d make you proud.”
As Kibum’s father left his son’s room, he thought he’d rather not be proud of his son if it meant sending him to a brothel.
Only that Kibum didn’t realise, an overlook on his part, locking the door to continue what he was doing. Pushing his pants and underwear down to his ankles while taking a seat on his swivel chair, he did faster pumps and tried scratching the skin hidden from his view. Rubbing the tip of his leaking erection with his thumb and then lightly squeezing, Kibum smirked victoriously.
He didn’t even tense a muscle, trying from ghostly touches to firm holds. Stroking his length, he finally came into his own hand.
Preparations were indeed, all done.
-
^^
Look out for the next chapter ;)
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2
“Dad.” Kibum greeted as they sat down on the same sofa, watching the evening news.
“Dinner is ready, do you want to eat now?” Kibum father smiled, getting ready to stand up.
Kibum said he had some matters and was going to be home late, thus his father decided to wait for him to have dinner together. Truthfully, the reason why Kibum was out till so late was the money issue.
He considered a few jobs but knew the money just wasn’t enough. Where was he going to get such a big amount of money?
“Sure. Dad I have some matters to discuss with you.” Kibum slipped in his main point, pausing a moment to let his father guess what he was about to say. It was a good way to catch his attention, always, a good way. “Do you remember the money you said you set aside for me, so I could set up a business myself if I wanted to?”
Kibum’s father frowned not because he couldn’t remember, Kibum knew. The frown was something more like an expression to question why Kibum would bring it up.
“Yes…?” The older man nodded slowly, taking a seat and bringing out the warmed up dishes.
“Could I have it now? The full amount.” Kibum emphasised the last three words, carefully picking out some words for his next sentence after getting a reply, checking them against his knowledge of his father. As if to make him more willing, he even picked out a drumstick for his father, smiling gently.
“Why?”
As expected.
“Then, do you remember you said you would support me in whatever I do, because I knew what was the best I could do for myself?” Kibum continued, skilfully evading the question.
“Yes.” Kibum’s father easily got led on, temporarily forgetting that his previous question was ignored.
“My project, I need the money.” Straight to the point, after laying a trap.
How convenient was it that he took psychology and he could use this exact subject on his father, using different methods on him and getting the funds he need?
Fall, fall, fall into the trap.
“Why?” A soft mumble.
“Would you give it to me?” Kibum ignored the question to ensure the situation was in his favour.
Fall, fall, fall.
“Yes.” The father knew that would be his final answer. Kibum topped his class for a reason, and this was the exact reason. If he didn’t give a “yes”, he wondered how many “Do you remember” Kibum could then come up with. “Why?”
“My project is to research on someone who is going through emotional turmoil but is not facing it. My subject will be a prostitute, and I need the money to visit the brothel almost daily.” Kibum calmly explained, watching his father’s face contort.
As if the words finally sunk in, Kibum’s father jerked. “Y-You…please don’t do that.”
“You said you would support me!” Kibum growled, standing up. He wasn’t really angry. Except that this was the only way he could fully persuade his father. “You said you would!”
“I-” Kibum’s father stood up, reaching for Kibum’s wrist in hopes of calming him down. “I-”
“Let go of me.” Kibum coldly stared back, seeing the hesitation in his father’s eyes, as though contemplating.
Sorry, that I had to do it. Dad, you know how badly I want to do this. I’m sorry.
“I’ll transfer the money to your account tomorrow.” A dejected sigh, and saw Kibum flinched.
“Forget it, I’ll go earn it myself.”
“Kibum, I’d give it to you!” Kibum’s father quickly rounded the table to hold him by the shoulders. “Don’t…just, I’d give it to you.”
“I don’t want it. I don’t want it if there’s a part of you still unwilling. It’s just that I thought you were the father I could count on, trust and talk to. I thought you would understand that I’m doing this for my future, and if it wasn’t the best idea ever, I thought you would know that I wouldn’t even have suggested it. I hate myself for resorting to reminding you what you promised me, but I detest you for not keeping your word.” Kibum smiled faintly. “Don’t worry, I’ll survive.”
“I-It was just a shock.” Kibum’s father managed a smile. “I’ll support you, if this is your choice, I’ll support you.”
Whether it was because Kibum was too confident, or that his father was too convincing, no one knew. Kibum thought he succeeded, and Kibum’s father thought the same.
-
“Now that the money issue is done…” Kibum said, without a hint of remorse in his voice, not knowing that his father was under the same roof worrying. He thought he had completely won his father over with his very amazing persuasion skills.
He always knew there was something about his father he couldn’t quite use the skills he learnt in school against, unlike every other person he had won over with a simple tactic. Yet, Kibum never realised that his father actually knew what he was doing.
“My profile.” Kibum muttered, pulling his swivel chair out and taking a comfortable seat. He then slid his way to the floor mirror on the wall and cocked his head to a side, knowing he’s bound to be questioned about his identity one day. Instead of thinking it up on the spot, he needed a foundation profile where the rest should easily follow. Well, of course, some details had to be tailored according to the type of person he was dealing with. “Who am I?”
“Photos are, actually, very good reference materials on the psychology of a person.”
“Photography…” Kibum considered with a tiny smile. The body language of a naked figure might just tell him those things he can’t figure out from the other hints. “I’m Kim Kibum, majoring in photography.”
Kibum smiled, liking the way the words left the tip of his tongue.
“Currently in my last year, we have learnt mostly contemporary art. I’m better in still life photography, or so my teacher says. I like street photography a lot more though, you know, the kind where you capture life as it is. Something with a lot more life than still life photography, a lot of walking, talking, almost depicting what life fully is. Cloudscape photography is interesting and soothing to the eyes too, but recently, I’m rather intrigued by nude photography. In this genre of photography, you emphasise on the human features, the beautiful natural curves. If someone would look at the photo and turn away in disgust, you failed your job as a photographer. I like that, how the public would be critical of you if you dared taint the name of nude photography.” Kibum said to his mirror and kept the confidence down. Too much of it would make him appear arrogant, but too little would be suspicious. If he was majoring in it, he would be confident, because he knew what he was capable of.
Giving it a little more thought, he shook his head. As usual, he sounded too serious, too stern.
“I need a basic profile.” Kibum realised, scratching his head. “I’m a sexually-active adult, and haven’t had much luck with girls. Am I confident? Why do I not have luck with girls? Is it my personality? Am I interested in just sex?”
Kibum blinked, remembering how the attires of those female prostitutes just made him all uncomfortable. In a bad way. Maybe he should find a male prostitute?
He paused.
“I’m a sexually-active adult, and haven’t had much luck with relationships because I’m gay. I reject girls this way, but don’t dare to woo the guy I...like? Love? No, if I’m looking for a prostitute, I’m not that loyal. I don’t dare to woo the guy I like, and have sexual fantasies of him at night. As such, I need someone to curb my sexual desire and found my way to you.” Kibum shrugged, visualising the mirror as the man he was going to meet. “Perfect.”
“Every day, I go to school, I’m a student majoring in photography, blah, blah. I’m interested in nude photography because I’m looking for ways to not turn myself on. No, I’m interested in nude photography because I’m…because I’m interested in the human body? What am I interested in? Because the angle of the jaw from the neck when a person is looking forward is arousing. Because the natural curve accentuating the waistline allows the lazy arms to be placed on it without falling past the hips. Because the straight spinal cord from the back of one’s neck to the tailbone is a beautiful masterpiece. Because the texture of one’s skin is addicting. Because…”
Kibum chortled, smiling at his reflection. “Seems like I’m too much into my role.”
-
“I just need a camera that’s conveniently small, has a rather high quality and can last long. Don’t give me all the details, I’m really not interested.” Kibum smiled, trying to smoothen out the edge in his voice.
He suddenly remembered an important fact he had overlooked previously - what was he going to learn if all they have is sex whenever they meet?
“This model would be the best, it costs three hundred thousand won, but I assure you it has all that you’re looking for.” The sales assistant smiled politely, presenting the model to him.
“I’ll take it.” Kibum nodded readily, actually willing to take whatever was presented to him.
-
Masturbate, the exact thing he had to do.
He hasn’t really tried such a thing, never actually feeling the need to touch himself. Yet if he was going to a brothel and the prostitutes were expecting an easy catch, there would never be threat to their beautifully built up façade. He cannot be an easy catch, he cannot.
So he had to resist whatever pleasures could be sent up his spine when his weakness was held in the other’s hand.
And when the prostitute see his lack of reaction (hopefully, he hasn’t tried touching himself), he would be flustered. The first action would be the first clue into the insides of his heart.
“I don’t have much time.” Kibum sighed, spending six days of his semester not even meeting the subject of his thesis. “Let’s get this done and over with.”
-
Cautiously locking his door and playing some classical jazz song to cover up the noises he might make, he settled on his bed and hid his body beneath the blankets just in case. How should he go about doing this?
He removed his shirt swiftly, letting his hands roam about his body awkwardly. Lightly, almost not touching his skin, he felt the ticklish feeling in his bones. Was that how someone was supposed to feel when turned on?
Running up his arms and moving to his chest, then down his stomach, Kibum assumed he really wasn’t sexually-active. Other than it being slightly ticklish, there weren’t many other thoughts. Removing his pants quickly and kicking it off the bed, he tried the indirect way he had read on the internet.
With a finger circling his hidden member, he winced. There was this uncomfortable feeling, tensing his thigh muscles as if willing the blood rush to ease. He tried circling the area again, jerking backwards and then pressing his bare back against the headboard. Digging his head backwards, he groaned.
Despite his unwillingness to continue, he used two fingers and rubbed his growing erection, shuddering even. How could he be so weak, so vulnerable to such touches?
Biting his lower lip and clenching his other fist around his bed sheets, he shut his eyes tightly. It was wet, he could feel himself getting wet. He needed to hold himself longer, to calm his erratically beating heart. His right hand seemed to belong to another brain, not once hesitating in the pleasuring action though, like it didn’t want to let him catch his breath. He then used his whole palm to caress his erection, fingers sliding past the base of his erection and causing him to let out an involuntary moan.
“Ugh.” Kibum’s face contorted in pain, shivering under his own touches.
His illogical side wanted to take over. He wanted to reach his release quickly, to stop teasing himself. Letting go of his abused lip, he gritted his teeth tightly, giving all that he could to last longer.
Stroking the base, because it was so much more arousing there, he writhed uncontrollably, whimpering softly. “Ugh….ugh….”
He brought both his hands out from under the covers, panting. He clenched his fist and tried to get back his mind, to get back his willpower. Almost instantly after, because this was like a real-life stimulation and the prostitute probably wouldn’t stop when he’s giving such reactions, he stroked his thighs and felt his stiff erection twitch in desire.
This was driving him insane, who cares about the project now? He needed his release, or he was going to lose the little bit of coherency he still has.
Removing his underwear hurriedly and caring less about where he threw it, he wrapped his warm dominant hand about his length and sighed in relief. The contact comforted him a little, and he did an experimental twirl with his thumb on the tip of his member, regretting immediately when he moaned uncontrollably.
Pumping his erection frantically and gasping for air at the same rhythm, he shut his eyes tight and at least tried to contain his growls. Arching his back at an angle he never knew was possible, he cried silently, just hoping the torture to end.
How was this even called pleasing when all he wanted to was to release?
The friction started to burn while his rhythm became messed up, and all his thoughts were about his release. Faster, he needed his release faster.
Even the strength he was using lacked control, squeezing his throbbing erection way too tightly and pumping it at a nearly insane speed. Sharply taking a deep breath of air, he paused in his actions and felt the blood rush reach its peak. Cum spilled messily onto his blanket, his naked body and his hand, the warm load rather comforting despite the warmth Kibum was feeling all over.
Removing the blanket from over his body and analysing his choices, he then cleaned up the cum on his blanket before taking a bath.
Surprisingly, despite not thinking so when he was masturbating, it felt really good.
Damn it.
-
It might have been the countless of masturbating he had been doing since the day he found out he was too weak to touches. Kibum did it every single moment he was alone, and even rushed home from school to continue. Right after his release, he would start once more, wincing slightly lesser than the previous time.
All in all, it was working.
Typing in his reflections of what he was doing right then with one hand and pumping his erection with the other, he looked at his calendar and mentally calculated the number of days he had left. Coming to think of it, it actually was a pretty good “trade”, spending a week on masturbating and getting such results.
Even his release now takes about five times longer the time taken to reach on his first attempt.
“Kibum, can I come in?” His father knocked, and Kibum considered his options.
“A minute, I’m finishing up a paragraph.” He calmly replied back, standing up and wearing his underwear and pants back up. Moving to his bathroom and swiftly washing away the cum from the previous release, he walked to the door.
“Yes?” Kibum asked, pulling the door open.
“I…well, is everything fine?” His father fidgeted slightly, but Kibum was too busy wondering if the tent against his pants were agonizing or not. He surely didn’t feel the need to finish what he started, but it probably would not be good to leave it so stiff, whether his father was in front of him or just an erection in general.
“Fine? What issue are you referring to?” Kibum smiled distractedly, trying to encourage his father to stop beating around the bush. “What is it?”
“Have you started on your project?”
“Oh, well, yes actually. I think I’ll be going to the brothel tomorrow. I have everything prepared by now, anyway.” Kibum nodded, satisfied.
He had checked his bank account a few days ago and saw the money his father promised. Within the week he had spent preparing his body, he even went on a small trip around the city to take pictures he said he was studying, accumulating about five hundred with a mixture of cloudscape, street and still life photography. Some animals curling up or standing at artistic angles were in his photos as well, as a starting point for nude photography.
“All right then…” His father nodded, standing up. “Stay safe.”
“Thanks.” Kibum smiled, a rare hug for his father as he stood up. “I’d make you proud.”
As Kibum’s father left his son’s room, he thought he’d rather not be proud of his son if it meant sending him to a brothel.
Only that Kibum didn’t realise, an overlook on his part, locking the door to continue what he was doing. Pushing his pants and underwear down to his ankles while taking a seat on his swivel chair, he did faster pumps and tried scratching the skin hidden from his view. Rubbing the tip of his leaking erection with his thumb and then lightly squeezing, Kibum smirked victoriously.
He didn’t even tense a muscle, trying from ghostly touches to firm holds. Stroking his length, he finally came into his own hand.
Preparations were indeed, all done.
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Look out for the next chapter ;)