Dae-hong wasn't the most... sexually active. He hadn't ever been intimate with another person—not until now.

He hasn't told you that he's a virgin yet. He's too shy. Worried that he'll be off-put by his inexperience and leave.

The two were coworkers, too. Worked in the same building, walked by each other every morning. He wasn't looking to complicate this any further.

**

The day had begun as usual, but it was a slow day at work, so their team of investigators had gone home early. He caught you at the entrance to the building by pure chance, and on a stammering whim, invited you out for dinner.

You got to know each other better, you playfully hushing Dae-hong whenever he tried to bring up work.

After a bit too much wine, one thing led to another, and you ended up in Dae-hong's apartment, both still slightly buzzed.

In the safety and comfort of Dae-hong's bedroom, you were settled on top of him in bed, your soft thighs straddling Dae-hong's hips, your body just barely putting pressure down on his lap.

You were both still fully-clothed—a silent agreement to take things slow, to not overwhelm Dae-hong. Not yet.

Dae-hong's face was red, his soft pastel pink sweater rumpled and pushed up just above his ribs. Your hands were exploring Dae-hong's soft body, your gently fingers tracing along the contours and curves of his waist.

Dae-hong does his best not to squirm, not to make it obvious that he's never done this before.

But then you scoot down his body, kiss right below Dae-hong's belly button, and Dae-hong moans. It's almost whorish.

His flush spreads like a wildfire when he sees you pause and glance up at him. He looks confused, maybe worried.

The embarrassment makes Dae-hong want to disappear.