Summary:
Kyungil and Yijeong accidentally watch an erotic film together. When the sex scenes turn on Kyungil, Yijeong finds himself in the same position. One thing leads to the next and they find themselves together in Kyungil's bed.
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Movie night, the best night of the week! I smiled as I sat down on the couch and waited for Kyungil. The others were out tonight, Jaeho had a date and Sihyeong and Dokyun decided to spend the night out, so it was just Kungil and I. Not that I minded at all, I love spending time with him.
I turned the TV on and put on the movie channel. Same time every week there's a new movie on. It's great because it means no debate on the movie. We watch what's on, whether we enjoy it or not.
The movie was about to start when Kyungil came out of his room wearing sweat pants and a baggy shirt. I smiled when I saw him and held my arms out like a child. I was tired already and wanted cuddles with Kyungil. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. I rested my head on his shoulder and positioned myself to be able to still look at the TV.
A while into the movie and we realised that it was a romance. More than that, it was an adult romance. The awkwardness set in when the first sex scene came on. We both tried to ignore it, which was fairly easy since it wasn't that graphic. But the second one... The second one was much worse.
There was almost full nudity and it was practically a porno. I felt Kyungil shift awkwardly beneath me as we both stared wide-eyed at the scene in front of us. I heard Kyungil swallow as I felt him go stiff. His body wasn't the only thing going stiff...
I buried my face in his shoulder and tried not to squeak. He had gotten hard so quickly...
"Sorry," he mumbled awkwardly, loosening his grip on me. It felt almost uncomfortable having him press into me, but more than anything I knew that if I continued to stay still, I would become hard too.
I tried to shift myself so that I couldn't feel his hard on anymore, but it only made it worse. I tried to move again and Kyungil dropped his head onto my shoulder.
"If you keep moving then it won't go away," he said. "You're making it very hard for me to get rid of it."
"S-sorry, I can't help it," my voice came out softer than I expected and I finally stopped moving and sat still. I buried my face into his shoulder again as I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. Kyungil was hard and it was pressing right into me and I didn't want it to stop. But it had to otherwise this would get much more awkward.
I could feel myself becoming aroused too, but I couldn't think of anything I could do to stop it. My mind was clouded by thoughts of Kyungil and where I wanted him to put that hard on.
"Hyung," I whined, needing to move before my arousal made itself obvious.
"I know, I'm sorry, you can get off if you want," he breathed out softly, letting his arms unwrap completely from around my waist. When they dropped to his side, I felt his hands gently brush down my thighs. I was too scared to move, knowing that the slightest movement would mean I would rub against Kyungil and make both our situations worse. But I couldn't just sit here and wait for myself to be put in the same situation as him.
It was too late for me to make a decision now. I had become just as hard as he was now. I could feel it pressing into his stomach, meaning there was no hiding it or pretending it wasn't there. I heard a small moan escape his lips as his hands gripped onto my thighs.
"Well isn't this one hell of a situation," he said, obviously trying to lighten the mood. He moved his head and I could tell that he was looking at me, but I didn't want to look him in the eye, not when I had gotten hard while sitting on him because I was thinking dirty things about him.
