He's your best friend, for fuck's sake! [+17]

You need to help him, you will help him

You never really hid anything from your roommate Kwon Hyuk. After all, it wasn't like you had much to hide and he wasn't judgmental about your less than smart choices you've in the past before or the things you liked in bed. So when sex topics floated around the living room during pizza and movie night, even into your texts, it wasn't something uncommon.

"I don't know, I feel like he wasn't into it..." You were explaining your last incident with a guy friend who didn't seemed to like your new tactics in the bedroom. "I mean, from the start, when I asked him... so, you already can imagine how it went..." You laughed, lowering your gaze as you bit guiltily in your pizza.

Lately you hadn't had much luck with guys but you were so happy of having such a great friend as Kwon, who you could talk about anything that was weighing on you and then just proceed to do wathever you were doing until then. And the same happened with him, he loved your company. He never had a female friend who was so open to talk about those stuff and that didn't cringe away when he mentioned his sex life.

"Fuck him! I mean, not literally because that would be what he wanted but... you know what I mean." He said as he turned to face you on the long dark blue sofa you two were lounging on. You response to that was a pillow on his face, which led to a pillow fight until he knocked his cup of soda and you two had to clean it and bring the night to a end since it was already very late. And even you said to him you were going to sleep, you instead kept reading your book until you finely said to yourself you actually needed to sleep, so you were walking to the kitchen when your heard a low groan coming from Kwon's dorm.

You couldn't stop yourself from being nosy, so you came close to the door and pressed your ear against it as you listened intently for another noise to come through. This time it more so of a moan. You could hear his voice rumbling on the other side of the door, no doubt talking out loud. Maybe he was up having some phone sex? He'd mentioned how it was something he was fairly good at, from what the girls told him and you didn't doubt, because his voice was so perfectly toned that it was practically made to spew dirty phrases during sex.

A muffled fuck passed through the wooden door with a slight touch clearer than the past few noises you heard. It wasn't until that you brought yourself closer that you realized that the door wasn't fully shut, so as your ear rested on it and you pushed further, the door was slowly opening into his bedroom. You'd noticed a few second too late but now you had a better audio and, a new component of a visual to what you were rudely intruding on.

He had his back against the bed, and much to your surprise, he was still fully-clothed, with a long sleeve black shirt and his deep blue jeans. His eyes were closed tightly, so he had no idea that you were peeking in at him. Oddly enough, when your selfish eyes still managed to trail down his body, you found that his hand wasn't down his pants like you expected, his dick wasn't even out in the open. Instead, Kwon was grinding his palm over the rough denim of his jeans, still tightly fastened shut over his lower body. He rolled his hips up along with the pressure of his hand, panting loudly at just how right the friction felt.

It was so unexpected of him to so easily give up the easy pleasure of going straight to business only to stay on second base with himself, now you knew he was a kinky son of a bitch. You saw the appeal though, it was a serious turn on to see him grinding merceliness against his hand, his erection certainly being framed in his dark jeans.