Temptations in the Lecture Hall

Chapter 36 : Tangled Loyalties

Joong let out a deep sigh against Dunk's chest, his body still pressed against him as if he had no intention of letting go. A moment of silence passed between them before Joong suddenly groaned again, this time in sheer frustration.

"Fuck," he mumbled, voice muffled against Dunk's skin. "I can't believe I just cockblocked myself..."

Dunk, who was still trying to recover from everything that had just happened, let out a surprised chuckle running a hand through Joong's messy hair. "You really did."

Joong groaned again, his arms still wrapped tightly around Dunk's waist as if he was trying to hide from the world. "This is so embarrassing," he muttered, nuzzling deeper into Dunk's chest like a sulking kid.

Dunk's laugh got louder. "I mean... it was your choice," he teased, fingers tracing light circles on Joong's bare shoulder. "You stopped yourself. No one else did. This is entirely on you."

"Don't remind me," Joong grumbled, gripping Dunk even tighter. "I was this close..." He held up his fingers as if Dunk could see, then let out another exaggerated groan. "This is actual torture."

Dunk, now fully enjoying Joong's suffering, raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what do you plan to do about it?"

Joong lifted his head slightly, his eyes still hazy from both the alcohol and desire. "I need to take care of it myself, obviously," he admitted without shame, though his ears were turning pink. "Unless my baby wants to help me?"

Dunk smacked the back of Joong's head immediately. "Keep dreaming," he deadpanned, but his lips were curving up into a smirk.

Joong pouted dramatically, still holding Dunk close. "That's cruel. You're supposed to be taking care of me."

"I already did," Dunk shot back. "I kept you from making a fool of yourself. That's more than enough."

Joong sighed dramatically before rolling off Dunk and lying flat on the table beside him, staring up at the ceiling in pure defeat. "I need a cold shower... or a solution..." he mumbled.

Dunk sat up and smirked down at him. "Good luck with that."

Joong let out a long, suffering sigh, still sprawled out on the table like his entire world had just crumbled. Dunk, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying this moment. He crossed his arms and looked down at his lover, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"You know," Dunk started, tilting his head slightly, "you can't just walk out of here like that."

Joong blinked up at him, confused for a second before realization hit—and when it did, his lips pressed into a straight line. "Fuck." He looked down at himself, at the very obvious problem still straining against his pants. "This is actually the worst night of my life."

Dunk bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. "You did this to yourself."

"Yeah, yeah, I know!" Joong groaned, running a frustrated hand through his messy hair. "I need to do something about this before I go back to my room..."

"Then take a shower here," Dunk suggested casually, motioning toward the bathroom. "There's no way you're leaving with a boner that could probably poke someone's eye out."

Joong narrowed his eyes at him. "Are you seriously making jokes right now?"

"Yes," Dunk said with zero shame. "Because it's hilarious."

Joong groaned again, but then a slow, mischievous smirk spread across his face. He sat up, leaning in just enough to close the distance between them. "Or," he drawled, voice dropping lower, "you could help me out, and I wouldn't have to take a shower at all..."