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When Kim Dokja grabbed his hand after they were left alone in the industrial complex's living room and dragged him to his bedroom, Yoo Joonghyuk fully expected to be pushed down on the bed and Kim Dokja to sit on his thighs. He did not expect the regressor to roll onto the bed and pull him on top of him. After all, why would Kim Dokja do that? In the visual novel he had never done that. He did have one-night stands with men, but he was always the one in control.
Yoo Joonghyuk recalled a scene from one of the regressions.
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After the black disappeared from the screen a faceless man appeared. It wasn’t a surprise, many characters didn’t have a face. It was a strategic move performed by the author, it allowed them to waste less time on some of the characters and served immersion. It showed which characters were important to the protagonist, in witch one’s face he put enough effort to remember. He didn’t remember many of them mainly if not only he remembered his companions’.
_Behind the man was a ruined room without a roof, previously an apartment building, now after the start of the apocalypse, a set of mostly destroyed rooms. It was a miracle that in one of them still one bed remained intact. On the bottom part of the screen appeared text:
I looked at the man in front of me. He had broad shoulders with a good ratio to his waist. Looking at his arms I could expect a nice set of abs beneath his shirt. He had quite well-built thighs and calves.
Yoo Joonghyuk felt a mix of annoyance and something else ( something well known to him in the context of this game’s protagonist) fill his chest. He understood that Kim Dokja liked this men’s build, you dont have to write about it so much. He clicked on his mouse to see another line.
I put my hand on his chest and pushed him down.
The shot changed to a view of the man’s chest and neck on the bed.
He stinks, to be expected...
This line was much more to Yoo Joonghyuk’s liking.
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Yoo Joonghyuk looked at the man beneath him. Big, starry eyes looked back at him. Neither of them moved for a moment so Yoo Joonghyuk used the time to admire the protagonist's face.
He looked at the nice, gentle jawline wishing he could caress it. He wouldn't do that, he knew that Kim Dokja hates when his partners touch his face. The only person allowed to do that was his love interest from the second round - Han Sooyoung. A woman who Kim Dokja really loves but for the sake of act of indifference and set of too wide smiles, can not touch. He couldn't make love with her, so for quick fucks he chose male partners.
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The scene shifted to the view of the dark night sky with far too many stars for anyone's comfort. New text appeared, and with it sounds of heavy breathing rang out in his earphones.
"Huff.."
"Ugh..!"
It's weird feeling...
"Haa...hah"
It's painful.
"Nhg!"
...
It's good...
The stretch makes my head go blank.
"Huff... huff"
It's... disgusting.
"A-ah!!!"
I hate it.
Yoo Joonghyuk didnt enjoy this particular scene.
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Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes shifted to his lips, nice, pink, and plump. Even just by looking at them he could tell that they were soft. He looked at his pretty little nose, then at his cheekbones, only to fall back to the eyes that kept staring at him. They were covered by long and thick eyelashes which looked as if some famous artist had struggled for hours just to make sure each and every one of them was the perfect length and was pointed into the right direction. They cast shadows over his already dark eye bags, they made him look tired…
So this was the reason why Kim Dokja had allowed him to take the lead? Yeah obviously, that was it. He wanted to get his thoughts off the incoming main scenario, but he was too tired to ride him, so instead, he wanted Joonghyuk to do all the work. There isn’t any other reason for this rat to do so.
"Joonghyuk-ah" Kim Dokja finally spoke. Joonghyuk’s eyes widened at the tone of his voice. There wasn’t its usual playfulness, no overly enthusiastic notes. He sounded so… aware, awkward even.
[Firewall is trembling]
"Have you been with a man before?"
"No." Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t let his uncertainty be shown in his voice or on his face, still holding his stone-like expression, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting to the wall next to Dokja’s bed.
"Then do you know what to do?" He didn’t take his eyes off the wall even when he felt a hand on his cheek.
"I do."
"Alright then, I’m giving myself up to your virgin hands." The playful and teasing tone went back, yet it didn’t hold the same bait to it as it usually would.
He couldn’t contain annoyed "Tsk" that left his mouth at the snarky remark.
His eyes returned to regressor’s face.He felt like his heart just stopped. The older’s lips were curved into a small, soft smile, not a wide, unsettling one he usually wear to his emotions behind, no. It was a real one. Yoo Joonghyuk would never expect to see that smile. Especially not directed at him. Even in the 3,149 chapters of the game that smile was present only for less than 5 sentences in maybe 4 chapters, and only to Han Sooyoung or Dokja's children. How could he, why would he show this smile to him - a player, mere observer?
His line of thought was broken by arms that wrapped around his neck, and then pulled him down to meet their owner’s lips. Damn, was Yoo Joonghyuk right. They were soft. So soft that at this point he could call them fluffy.
Before he could react, they pulled away. "Close your eyes, you bastard!" Demanded Dokja before kissing him once again. This time he reacted, kissed back and properly closed his eyes so Kim Dokja couldn’t complain again.
The kiss, tho it started slow, soon became more heated. The regressor bit his bottom lip and pulled a little. This action made Yoo Joonghyuk’s head spin. He opened his lips for just a moment, but apparently that was enough for Dokja, who quickly shove his tongue into his mouth. He quickly regained his composure and started the battle for dominance. To his surprise, he easily won or rather, Kim Dokja gave up. Taking control of the tempo, Joonghyuk pushed his tongue back into Dokja’s mouth and began his own exploration. The action drew a small “ah” from the protagonist. Surprisingly, this wasn’t the first time he had heard that sound.
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The companions, aside from Lee Seolhwa (the game developer have chosen to complete some longer mission), after finishing their personal tasks - mostly personal or hidden scenarios, gathered in a still quite intact abandoned building that, for the time being, served as their base.
Kim Dokja was sitting on an old, stiff couch (whose stiffness he loudly announced to the whole room by calling it a “stiff piece of junk” - his word choice clearly affected by the presence of kids), accompanied by Han Sooyoung, on whose shoulder his head currently rested (Joonghyuk couldn’t stop the prickle of jealousy he felt), and Jung Heewon. In front of them, Dokja’s kids were loudly bickering with each other.
He would have called it a failure of upbringing on the regressor’s part if not for his own disciples, who were acting even worse.
At the very least, they could be sure that if there were any survivors in the area, they wouldn’t risk approaching after hearing Kim Namwoon scream that he would “drag Lee Jihye’s tongue all the way through to her ass if she dared to call him a ‘little edgelord’ one more time.”
Lee Hyunsung and Yoo Sangah were trying to calm the teenagers down, with rather pathetic results.
Yoo Joonghyuk was entertaining himself by looking through ingredients he could use to make a meal. Luckily, today there was quite a lot thanks to some constellations, who weren't Kim Dokja’s enemies, at least not yet, and had decided to gift them supplies, mostly the “Watcher of Light and Darkness.” This particular constellation seemed to enjoy watching him cook.
His attention was dragged away from the supplies by Lee Gilyoung approaching him.
“Hey! Ugly bastard! Hyung said you’re cooking tonight!” The kid looked at him with undisguised disgust. Joonghyuk still couldn’t understand why the boy disliked him so much or why he kept calling him an “ugly bastard.” Before the apocalypse, Yoo Joonghyuk had been described as extremely handsome a lot of his viewers watched his streams solely to look at his face, but after the apocalypse started, everyone called him at best plain, or even ugly.
“I will,” he replied curtly.
“Then get to work! I’m hungry!” the kid demanded and stalked back to his place next to Yoosung. Joonghyuk’s eye twitched at the child’s attitude, but still, he got up to start dinner preparations.
Cooking didn’t take him long. After only a dozen or so minutes, there were nine plates of Michelin star quality meals consisting of monster meat, grilled vegetables, white rice and a monster egg omelette. One dish, however, was different - an omurice made specifically for Kim Dokja. Yoo Joonghyuk was sure that this time he wouldn’t be able to make any (false) complaints about the meal’s quality.
He planned to personally give the meal to Kim Dokja to make sure no one would mistakenly take it as theirs. Unfortunately, before he could do so, the regressor had already begun his performance.
From behind his back came a loud gasp. “Yoo Joonghyuk, you didn’t cook for me? How could you? Are you trying to starve me? I’m heartbroken!” Kim Dokja stared at him with wide open eyes, his left hand covering his mouth in a theatrical gesture.
“Is this because last time I told you your cooking was gross? It wasn’t my fault you undercooked the meat!” He did not undercook the meat. “And it smelled weird! I really thought you were trying to poison me!” Now he was resting his head on Han Sooyoung’s shoulder with a hand on his forehead.
Yoo Joonghyuk could definitely feel the kids glaring at him, his attention didn’t miss the quiet laughter escaping Yoo Sangah, nor Han Sooyoung’s stupid grin.
“You ate it anyway,” Jung Heewon interjected.
Dokja’s usual smile returned. “Well, I wanted to prove it was poisonous!”
“Stop lying, ahjussi! Master’s cooking is great and he wouldn’t poison his lo— you! He wouldn’t poison you!” shouted Lee Jihye.
“Why not? If you ask me, he could. Ahjussi would revive anyway,” added Kim Namwoon, successfully drawing Jihye’s attention and starting another pointless argument.
Yoo Joonghyuk ignored their nonsense and shoved Kim Dokja’s plate into his hands. “Eat.”
The protagonist’s painted smile wavered for a second as surprise appeared on his face. His pretty, pink lips formed the shape of an “O.” Even with such a stupid expression, he managed to look beautiful — damn protagonist’s charm.
Unfortunately, his astonishment quickly passed and was replaced by a teasing smirk. “Hyuk-ie, you went out of your way to cook this for me? Oh my… if you keep doing things like this, I might start thinking you’re trying to court me~.”
Feeling his ears grow hot, Yoo Joonghyuk quickly retreated, ending their conversation with a “Shut up.”
Still, he stayed within earshot to hear Dokja’s reaction.
He watched as Dokja put a spoonful of omurice into his mouth. His face morphed into an expression of delight, and a quiet “ah” escaped his lips.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s mind went blank for a second, and afterward he had to scold himself internally for the indecent images that followed.
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He couldn’t dwell on that memory for long, not with the fealing of cold hands under his shirt pulling him back to the present.
He pulled away slightly to look at Dokja’s face. His gaze drifted between Dokja’s half lidded eyes, now dark with arousal, and his swollen lips glistening with spit.
Dokja’s hands moved clumsily, attempting to take off his shirt. It proved difficult with one hand already beneath the fabric, Yoo Joonghyuk helped him, leaving himself topless. He quickly removed Dokja’s shirt as well.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes slid down to admire the newly exposed skin. His gaze lingered on the small shoulders, the slim arms and belly. There was some muscle built during the apocalypse (probably with the help of coins), though his stomach still remained quite soft.
His hand moved from his belly to his pink nipple. He played with it gently eliciting quiet moan from Dokja.
He dived in and attached his mouth to the second one.
The action made the regressor squirm. He put his hands back around his neck.
"Joonghyuk"A breathy moan escaped him.
Joonghyuk felt a knee pressing against his erection, in response he pressed his own to Dokja's.
He moved his mouth from his chest to his neck sucking lightly, eliciting a quiet moan from Dokja."Ju-just make sure not to leave a mark!" gasped Dokja. He moved his head away to look him in the eyes. Why can’t he?
"Just… just don’t." Dokja’s eyes moved away from him, and his cheeks got even redder than before. Oh… he’s embarrassed.
Finding his embarrassment adorable, he gave a small kiss to his lips. Accepting Dokja's request, he moved to take off his pants. He managed to hook Dokja’s underwear along with them, leaving him completely naked and all for him to and adore.
He tried to memorize this view, it might be his only chance to see the regressor like this. He has to make the best of it.
He leaned down to kiss inside of his plump thighs. He gently moved his hands to his thighs to move them up and expose Dokja fully. He shifted away to look at his whole body. His eyes fly over his butt and pink hole to his erected cock. It’s rather average, which took Yoo Joonghyuk by surprise. So the protagonist’s aureola doesn’t work here, huh?
Quickly recovering from his thoughts, not to give Dokja enough time to start his next internal monologue, which could take a whole chapter of the game to read through (these kinds of monologues were the reason why TWSA never got popular), he put his cock in his mouth, sucking gently and making sure not to brush it with his teeth so as not to hurt the regressor.
Dokja started to pull at his hair lightly, probably to ground himself, as his moans and quick breaths grew increasingly desperate.
With his free hand, he started playing with his balls massaging them gently. Dokja’s now loud cries of pleasure assured him that he was doing a great job despite his inexperience.
After a few more moments, Yoo Joonghyuk felt a sharp pull on his hair. "Sto-stop!" breathed out Dokja.
[Firewall is trembling]
He quickly pulled away to look at his partner. Did he hurt him? He was touching him in such a sensitive area, had he pressed too hard? He must have fucked something up for Dokja to want him to stop.
Dokja, seeing his uncertainty, moved his hand to his cheek to crease it lightly. He leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on his lips.
"I don't want to cum yet," explained Dokja, smiling at him awkwardly.
Having his worries shut down, Yoo Joonghyuk got back to work. He opened the dokaebi bag and searched for one particular B-grade item - remains of the rain’s slime, aka the best lube substitute. In his hand appeared a small bottle with blue content. He pulled the slime out and spread it between his fingers.
"Are you sure it’s safe to put it… there?" asked Dokja. He had never seen him this uncertain… adorable.
"It is." He could very vividly recall that it, in fact, is safe to use in such a way.
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He probably just lost the last bits of respect he had left for himself, but can you blame him? He only wanted to relax by playing his favourite game after he had done his work that he despiseed - streamin to with he is contracted to by he cannot stand (minus Yoo Sangah, she is tolerable) for people that he would like to never interact with. It's not his fault that the author of all the days in the year chosen this one day to publish this kind of chapter with such a visual, in opposite to the others (not that there were many) similar chapters, description. It's not his fault that he ended up with his hand in his boxers, fapping to the words on the screen like some kind of horny tenager.
The screen as always in this kind of scenes shows the night sky. However in the bottom parts of the screan is much more text then it usually would be.
I moved the slime between my fingers. The texture is weird. It doesn’t feel like anything I've touched ever before. Its slippery, wet and… soft?
Retreating from my thoughs I moved my hand down.
The texture, such weird for my fingers, proves to be quite pleasant down there.
Yoo Joonghyuk felt his cock getting hard in his hand. He found himself geting closer to his screan paying it as much attention to it as he would in the tournaments.
I started working my finger in.
"A-ah!"
The feeling surprised me not letting me contain my moan.
My muscles got very soft very quickly...
I pushed more of my fingers inside moving them in a scisoring motion.
He slid his hand up and down. He was sure that even if the game didn’t show it right now, Kim Dokja definitely was moaning. He wished he could hear that sounds. Unfortunetly for him the auhtor didnt provide the visualnovel with this kind of sounds. The sounds of heavy breathing must do.
He used his mouse to go to the next dialogue.
I taking my finger in and out, slowly adding more.
In and out. In and out. I sped my motion.
Joonghyuk speded his own motion as well.
"AH- Uh Mmmmm!!!"
My hand pressed one particularly sensitive spot. My head went complitly blank.
His head got blank for a second as well.
That never happend to me before… not so… fast.
I fealt my cheaks getting warm. Even more when i saw the mess i made on cheast of man under me
He stopped his reading session to clear himself up. He could finish later (and probably stain another pair pants).
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He put his fingers on Dokja’s thigh entrance gently massaging the outside.
The slime proves to be effective as Dokja’s muscles began to relax. Yoo Joonghyuk continued his work enjoying the regressor’s moans.
After a while, demanding the moment right, he slipped two of his fingers in, an action that elicited a rather loud sound from Dokja. "Joong-ah! Hyuk!""
He moved his fingers around, gently scrubbing the velvet walls. He looked for one specific point.
Another, even louder moan escaped Dokja.
"Found it." He muttered.
Yoo Joonghyuk pressed at Dokja’s prostate. His eyes drifted to his face, Dokja's eyes were shut tightly, mouth open and letting out rapid breaths. He waited for a slight twitch that would indicate he was about to cum, and as soon as he got one, he withdrew his fingers.
"Hu-h? Why did you…?"
Joonghyuk felt a smirk tugging at his lips. "You were the one to say not to make you cum yet." His words earned him a hard slap across his arm.
"You-! You bastard! Complete ass, the biggest-" He stopped Kim Dokja’s insult with a kiss, using Dokja’s open lips to slip his tongue inside. "Mh! Mmm~" The protagonist returned his kiss, forgetting about his previous outrage.
Yoo Joonghyuk gently grabbed Dokja’s hands in one of his and pushed them over his head. "Since you’re so energetic, I guess you’re ready."
He moved his free hand to push his own pants and underwear down, freeing his angry, red cock dripping with precum.
"Huh?" Dokja, still a bit dazed from the kiss, didn’t understand his intentions until his dick pressed against his hole. From Dokja’s lips got out a small „Oh”.
Yoo Joonghyuk waited a few seconds just in case Dokja changed his mind and wouldn’t want to continue.
Didn’t get any disagreement from him, he took it as a green light and pushed forward, successfully driving his tip in. He couldn’t stop himself from groaning at the feeling of hot velvet walls hugging his head tightly. He pushed his hips forward, not quite trusting yet, but rather a steady push.
He could hear Dokja's small whimpers. Another sign that Dokja was enjoying himself, a melody for his ears.
After a few more seconds, he managed to settle fully inside. He opened his eyes, which, closing, he didn’t register, and looked at Dokja. The view took his breath away, the smaller man, with his swollen from kissing, slightly ajar lips, red cheeks, and big wet eyes, stared back at him. He looked totally debauched, absolutely gorgeous. He couldn’t take his eyes away, though in the meantime something bitter and unpleasant appeared on his tongue, and he knew exactly what it was.
The cruel knowledge that this sight, this man isn't his, and never will be. He is only here for this one night, and he knows it. He knew it from the start, that Kim Dokja isn’t, couldn’t be his. Because he already has a lover, he already is Han Sooyoung's. Though just for this one moment, he'll allow himself to indulge in this fantasy that Kim Dokja, one day, might love him.
Yoo Joonghyuk surged for a kiss, which Dokja eagerly reciprocated.
"Let me know when you're ready," commanded Joonghyuk after they broke the kiss.
"I’m ready right now! Move already!" panted out Dokja.
Yoo Joonghyuk pushed Dokja's hands further into the bed. He retracted his hips until only the tip remained inside, and he pushed forward, driving his full length in.
"Ah! Joong-hyuk-ah" Moaned out regressor.
He leaned down again to capture Dokja’s lips, silencing his sounds for anybody else who could possibly hear them and catching them all for himself. He repeated the motion of his ips time after time, each one with more vigor than the last, each one driving deeper.
He could die like this and be happy - with Dokja moaning his name, with his cock deep inside him. There isn't anything more a man could wish for.
He moved his head down to Dokja's neck. Ban on hickeys be damned, Dokja can hit him later, but for now Joonghyuk sucked on his neck harshly.
He attached his hand to Dokja's nipple twisting it gently, elieciting even more sweet "Ah ah ah"s from his lips.
His hand caressed every curve of Dokja’s body, following each muscle. He tried to memorize every detail. After all, he had to make the best of this once-in--lifetime occasion. If he remembered well enough, he could recall it anytime he wanted, mostly in the corner of his room, without anyone within hearing range.
He touched from his skinny ribs, past his extremely small waist, down to his hips and smooth stomach. There, his hand stopped when he felt a bulge beneath his palm.
[Firewall is trembling dangerously]
Looking down, he could clearly see it - an outline of his cock showed on Dokja's thin belly. He couldn't stop himself from touching it, and sure enough, he could feel it.
Delighted with his new discovery, he forgot about his ongoing activity, which seemed to annoy the protagonist.
"Mo-ove, you damn bastard!" he demanded.
Complying with his wish, he snapped his hips forward, eliciting a loud scream from Kim Dokja.
p>He thrusted his hips back and forth, wishing he could do that for eternity, but unfortunately for him, he could feel his climax approaching. He could tell that it was the same for Dokja.
"Cu-cuming!!!" Dokja screamed staining both of their stomaches.
Although his partner had already finished, Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t stop his movement, driven by his own pleasure and need for release.
After a few more thrusts, he felt an absolute bliss wash over him as he came deep inside Kim Dokja.
He fell down on the bed next to Regressor, both of them panting heavily.
“That… that wasn’t that bad for a virgin~” Dokja smiled at him with his usual teasing smirk, trying to act unbothered, but his deep breaths and closeing eyelids betrayed his exhaustion.
"Mm." Joonghyuk declared that adequate reply and began cleaning them both with one of their shirts.
After getting rid of the liquid and deposing the shirt back on the ground, he got ready to pull out, but to his surprise was stopped by Dokja.
“Stay. If you pull out, you'll just make a bigger mess.” He was stunned for a second. Dokja wanted him to stay? He had never asked any of his bed partners to stay with him (or in him) after they were done.
Throwing that thought away to think about it some other time (one that he wouldn’t be balls-deep into the prettiest men in the world), he chose to just listen and lay beside him.
Hugging Dokja tightly, and to his surprise, being hugged back, Yoo Joonghyuk quickly drifted off to sleep.
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He caressed his sleeping face gently. Even in his sleep his face was stuck in this ugly, grumpy expression. Kim Dokja smiled lightly to himself.
Though now the blur was back, Dokja managed to see his face without it. Yoo Joonghyuk's real face.
He lightly traced side of his head trying to line up the handsome face from his memory with the blurry one in front of him.
He found out that he couldn't do it. It doesn't metter. He will remember it anyway.
Though after sex his head was complitly blank, now after calming down he was stuck with one, very important question: "Why would an incel need such a handsome face for?"