Just Curious

"The girlfriend who always bought you hamburgers must have really liked your face."

"...Did she?"

"That's why she went as far as luring you out with hamburgers just to see you. Though the fact that you fell for it is pretty funny too."

"What does it look like to you, Ju-ri?"

She turned her head and exhaled a ribbon of cigarette smoke, cutting him a sideways glance. Fidgeting with the soda can printed with pine needles, he asked,

"Is my face all right?"

"Yeah."

"......"

"It's my type."

"......"

Without a word, Geon-joo cracked the can open. Apparently he'd assumed it was his to drink, because he held it out to her. Ju-ri smiled faintly and accepted it.

"Thank you."

He gave a short nod.

Studying the stony face he'd pulled on, Ju-ri brought the can to her lips. The cold, sweet soda slicked pleasantly over her tongue.

He's cute.

Her heart was melting into mush. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe she was simply sated from the sex, but she felt good.

"Tonight was nice."

Geon-joo, cracking open his chocolate drink, looked over at her.

"Much better than the first time."

The line of his jaw and his cheekbones hardened further.

So that's what he does when he's embarrassed — he freezes his face solid.

No wonder I keep wanting to tease him.

"Have you ever masturbated?"

"...I'm sorry?"

Geon-joo's pupils blew wide.

"Just curious."

"...Why on earth would that be something to be curious about?"

Ju-ri's gaze traveled over the frown furrowed between his brows and the faint flush creeping up his cheeks, as if she couldn't quite make sense of the reaction. She took a slow sip of her drink.

"I can be curious about things, can't I? Do you mind?"

"...Of course I have."

"Aha."

When she nodded and broke into a slow, rolling smile, Geon-joo averted his eyes and took a long pull of his drink.

"So which feels better — doing it yourself, or doing it with me?"

Cough.

Geon-joo raised a hand to his mouth and stared at her. His eyes, stretched wide open, couldn't hide a single flicker of what he was feeling. When Ju-ri snickered, he scrunched his scarlet face up as hard as it would go.

"Don't say strange things, please."

"I'm genuinely asking because I want to know."

"Why would you want to know that?"

"Because I'm curious."

Even though the laughter had stopped, it still lingered at the corners of her mouth as she spoke.

"It's not even a hard question. Why can't you answer it?"

"Ha..."

"Still haven't figured it out?"

Ju-ri ground the cigarette, now burned down to a stub, out in the ashtray.

"Maybe you need to try a few more times to know."

She uncrossed her legs. And when she let them drift slightly apart, Geon-joo's gaze was pulled down against his will. Pretending not to notice, Ju-ri plucked the chocolate drink from his hand and set her own pine-needle can in its place.

"Mind if I have a sip?"

"...You've already taken it."

"That's the fun of swapping drinks. If you hate it, I'll give it back."

"It's fine."

The exchange of cans had left Ju-ri's upper body tilted forward, and with the movement her breasts spilled toward him, the line of her cleavage suddenly unmistakable. Geon-joo wrenched his eyes to the side, his ears burning red as if scalded. Ju-ri hid her smile behind the can. She pressed her lips to the exact spot his mouth had touched and tipped it back. The cold, sweet soda poured into her mouth, and she wrinkled her nose.

"Not my flavor."

Setting the can down, Ju-ri rose from her seat. Geon-joo's gaze followed her.

"I'll head out first. You should sleep here — just don't be late for work tomorrow. Though I'm sure you'll manage."

"...You're leaving?"

"Yep. Why? Should I not?"

She laughed as she walked toward the coat rack. Part of her thought one more round wouldn't hurt, but she'd been dropping hints and he hadn't taken the bait — so apparently the appetite on his end was only lukewarm.

After all, even if what she'd seen before he put his pants back on had been hard, that didn't necessarily mean anything. Right after finishing, blood could still pool down there and keep things deceptively stiff.

"Okay."

Ju-ri faltered mid-step.

When she glanced back, Geon-joo was looking at her, his brows drawn together — not in annoyance, but the way a person squints to bring something into sharper focus.

"You're telling me not to go?"

"...Yes."

"There's nothing left to do, though. It's already the middle of the night, and we both have work tomorrow."

"...Isn't it what you want?"

So he's not completely oblivious after all.

Geon-joo's eyes were earnest. Then again, a man like Han Geon-joo was always earnest — which was exactly why she felt a flicker of regret, wondering if she'd mishandled something...

But conversation reveals a person's depth.

And Han Geon-joo, for all his awkwardness, didn't seem like the kind of man who would become a burden to her.

...Well. Those are all just excuses.

The sex with him had been good.

To put it plainly, that was the whole story.

A body that was her type. A face that was even more her type. And sex that was exactly her type.

Ju-ri's feet changed direction. Geon-joo watched her approach without blinking once. As she drew near, the crease between his brows eased. Ju-ri rubbed her fingertip over the faint crease still remaining there.

Geon-joo tilted his head back slightly, holding her gaze. She lifted one knee onto the couch between his legs and rested a hand on his forearm. Her flesh was soft and yielding; his was hard as stone.

Ahh.

Letting out a contented sigh, Ju-ri used her free hand to undo the buckle of his trousers. Geon-joo's Adam's apple bobbed.

He'd pulled on his pants without underwear, so freeing him was easy — easier still because he was standing tall, not the least bit slack. Ju-ri wrapped her hand around the rigid, burning length of him.

"Ah..."

His low groan grazed the shell of her ear.

God, that's going to drive me crazy.

Her ears felt maddeningly, unbearably ticklish. Ju-ri licked her lips.

She'd thought his voice was fine even back when he wore those bottle-thick glasses, but up close it was even better. The sound of a man so stiff and straitlaced in daily life failing utterly to hold back under stimulation — so raw, so intense that, to put it crudely, it made her own thighs tremble.

His voice is... turning me on.

She kept her eyes on his face as she stroked the swollen hardness of him, and every time her cool thumb glided over the soft, sensitive tip, the bridge of his nose twitched and shuddered.

"Got any condoms left?"

Geon-joo fished one out of his trouser pocket. A laugh escaped her, though nothing about it was actually funny. It was just that the sight of a man barely out of his virginity producing a condom from his pocket struck her anew.

Fixing his eyes on her smiling face, Geon-joo tore the foil open. As he brought the condom to his cock, it bumped into her hand, which had been cradling him this whole time.

He didn't bother moving her hand away — simply rolled the condom over the tip. Ju-ri's gaze dropped, watching as he pushed it down to the root.

Under the weight of her stare, his cock twitched up all on its own. She laid a finger on the sheathed length of it. It bobbed again. A small laugh slipped out of her.

"You know, I like being touched a while first."

"......"

"Doesn't look like we'll need that tonight."

Geon-joo's neck and shoulders went rigid. Ju-ri climbed astride his thighs, fitted the head of his cock against her entrance, and rolled her hips in a slow, unhurried sway. The wetness pooled at her opening smeared slickly over the condom-covered length.

Each time she moved into a rhythm, her breasts swayed right before his eyes. Her bouncing chest filled Geon-joo's dilated pupils — full, milky-white globes laced with faint blue veins, sensuality made flesh.

"Aren't you going to suck them?"

At her teasing question, Geon-joo ducked his head as if he'd been waiting for exactly that. The moment she glimpsed that red tongue poking out, his mouth still a breath away from her nipple, a purring moan spilled from her anyway — her body had already remembered the wicked pleasure his tongue could give.

At last his lips closed over her nipple.

"Haah—"

Ju-ri's fingers dug into his shoulder. Geon-joo sucked at her breast like a man starved, his other hand seizing her neglected one and crushing it. The roughness of his touch — his arousal outrunning his restraint — wrung a cry out of her.

Rough sex wasn't her type, exactly. But watching a man who wasn't like that turn rough purely from wanting her too badly? That, she could get used to.

Cradling the back of his head, Ju-ri arched her spine.

Geon-joo took her other breast into his mouth, filling it completely, sucking hard. Her whole chest throbbed under the pull, tingling straight down between her legs. Her stomach clenched without her meaning it to.

"Ngh..."

Geon-joo lifted his eyes, her breast still caught between his teeth.

"Haah..."

Sighing, Ju-ri looked down at him. Her narrow, half-lidded eyes scattered an erotic gaze like moonlight in fragments.

Thump, thump.

She stared into his eyes. Her stomach fluttered — because of that face of his, so honest it was almost violent, every ounce of his concentration stolen by this very moment.

She could feel the air around him pulsing.

The tension coiling through him was bleeding into her.

Holding his face against her chest, Ju-ri worked her hips. The motion grew faster and faster.

"Hh—ungh, ah—"

Short, broken moans leaked out of her, gasp after gasp. Geon-joo gently worried her nipple between his teeth. The sting turned over into pleasure. Squelch, squelch — every rotation of her hips flung her wetness scattering.