The late afternoon sun slanted through the dorm window, warming the scattered textbooks and the faint trace of Xiang's cologne still lingering in the air, when Geon dropped onto the edge of Gyub's bed with a conspiratorial lean. "It's all set for your week," he said, eyes bright with that supportive spark, his voice threading between excitement and quiet care. "Maet first—he'll come by tomorrow in one of those little skirts he loves, sweet and flirty, ready to kiss you slow until you're aching. Then Eon, childhood comfort turning hotter, and Xiang right here in this room, curious hands exploring while you share the space you already do. Hoon's been counting down to that kiss since he turned eighteen, Neul's eager to kneel for whatever you want to give him, Rik's playful grin promising games, and Tael's sweet enough to make the threesome with me feel like coming home." Geon's fingers brushed Gyub's knee, grounding the words in the soft hum of the radiator and the distant laughter from the hallway.

Gyub's throat tightened, the room suddenly too small, his pulse hammering against the cotton of his shirt as images flashed—skirts hiked, mouths parting, bodies pressing close in ways he'd only dared dream since admitting what he wanted. "Geon, fuck, it's... overwhelming," he admitted, voice low and shaky, cheeks burning while his fingers twisted in the bedsheet. Nervousness coiled tight in his chest, mixing with the first flicker of heat low in his belly, the thought of so many eyes, hands, and connections all centered on him making his breath catch. He could already picture Maet's flirty glance, Neul's submissive tilt of the head, Rik's teasing nudge, yet the reality of stepping into it felt like standing at the edge of a cliff he both craved and feared.

Geon smiled wider, patient and adventurous, already texting the group chat to confirm the first meeting.

Geon smiled wider, patient and adventurous, already texting the group chat to confirm the first meeting. Later that night, the dorm room settled into a hushed intimacy, the only light coming from the bedside lamp that painted golden warmth over Xiang's bare chest and the rumpled sheets. Gyub's heart raced as he leaned in, their first kiss unfolding slowly—soft lips parting, tongues brushing with tentative heat that sent sparks racing down his spine. Xiang tasted faintly of mint and curiosity, his hands sliding under Gyub's shirt to explore the planes of his torso, fingers tracing skin that flushed hot under the touch. The kiss deepened, turning hungry, breaths mingling as Gyub's nervousness melted into a low thrum of arousal, his cock already hardening against the confines of his jeans.

Xiang pulled back just enough to whisper, voice husky with invitation, "Let me be your first—I'll bottom for you, show you how good it can feel." He sank to his knees between Gyub's spread thighs, freeing Gyub's cock with gentle fingers before wrapping his lips around the head, sucking sweetly at first then taking him deeper in a steamy rhythm that made Gyub groan. Gyub's hands found purchase in Xiang's dark hair, tangling there as the wet heat of the blowjob sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, hips twitching forward instinctively. Emboldened by Xiang's eager moans vibrating around his shaft, Gyub guided him off with a soft tug and turned him onto the bed, spreading his cheeks to press his tongue against the tight pucker. Xiang's needy whimpers filled the room—raw and melodic—as Gyub licked and probed, savoring the musky taste and the way Xiang's body quivered, pushing back for more.

Spurred by the sounds, Gyub slicked his cock and pushed inside Xiang's yielding hole in one steady thrust, the tight clench drawing a shared gasp. He fucked hard and deep, skin slapping against skin in the dim light, sweat beading on their bodies as Xiang arched beneath him, moaning Gyub's name in steamy, desperate pleas that echoed with every snap of hips. The connection crackled between them, Gyub's shyness burning away in the heat of Xiang's surrender, their rhythms syncing until pleasure crested in a blinding rush.

As the waves of release ebbed, Gyub eased out of Xiang's trembling body, their shared breaths heavy in the golden lamplight, skin slick with sweat and the musky scent of their encounter lingering like a promise. The door clicked softly behind him moments later, and the next room awaited, charged with anticipation. There, on the bed, Neul knelt on all fours, fully naked, his smooth back arched and round ass presented invitingly, cheeks parted to reveal the tight, pink pucker already glistening with lube. Gyub's pulse quickened at the sight, his cock twitching back to hardness despite the recent orgasm, a surge of unexpected dominance flooding through him as he stepped closer.

Neul glanced over his shoulder with eager submission, eyes dark with longing, but Gyub didn't speak at first—he simply raised his hand and delivered a hard smack to Neul's ass, the sharp crack echoing as the flesh jiggled and reddened under his palm. The sting fueled something primal in Gyub, and he decided then to push further, slicking his fingers generously before pressing three inside Neul's yielding hole at once, working them deep in twisting thrusts that stretched the rim wide. Neul moaned loudly, pressing back against the invasion, his voice breaking as he gasped, "Daddy... oh fuck, daddy, I'm your fucktoy—use me, please." Gyub's free hand gripped Neul's hip firmly, fingers curling to fist deeper, the tight heat clenching around his knuckles in a way that made his own shaft throb with need.

Withdrawing his hand, Gyub lined up his cock and thrust in hard and fast, burying himself to the hilt in one relentless motion that drew a choked cry from Neul. He set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward to pound that slick hole, skin slapping wetly as Neul's body rocked beneath him, every thrust eliciting more desperate pleas of "Daddy, your fucktoy feels so full." Pulling Neul upright, Gyub wrapped a strong arm around his throat in a firm chokehold, pressing the boy's back flush to his chest while continuing to fuck up into him, the angle driving deeper against that sensitive spot inside. Neul's moans turned ragged and glorious, body shuddering in total surrender as Gyub's grip tightened just enough to heighten the intensity, their connection raw and electric, fulfilling every submissive craving in the heated pulse of skin against skin.

As the intensity with Neul faded into trembling aftershocks, Gyub's thoughts drifted back to Eon—his childhood friend who'd always been there with that familiar, comforting presence, the one who'd shared secrets under summer skies and now waited in the next room with quiet anticipation. Stepping away from the spent boy

Gyub's Week of Firsts