With the penis inserted all the way in, Jeonghan’s testicles struck against Wooyeon’s buttocks. As the tip of the penis hit the back of the cervix that had descended below, his vision flickered. Pushing the body that was about to collapse like a sheet of paper against the wall, Jeonghan exhaled heavily over Wooyeon’s body.
“If I cum here, sunbae would get pregnant with our baby, right?”
“Heuuk, cra-, crazy bastard……”
“If only sunbae were dominant.”
The penis exited the vaginal opening at an agonizingly slow speed, then touched the uterus again. Wooyeon couldn’t endure any more.
“You, bastard! Stop it and…… heuk, properly, you bad bastard……”
The face crying and spitting out curses touched Jeonghan’s lust. Jeonghan, who had buried his nose in Wooyeon’s nape and smelled his pheromones, mercilessly began to thrust his hips rapidly into Wooyeon. The hand that had been embracing Wooyeon’s waist shamelessly climbed up and scraped at his sharply erect nipples.
“Ha, aheung! Ah, heuuk……!”
At the pounding that seemed ready to pierce through his stomach, Wooyeon cried and clung to the wall. Jeonghan’s thick body rubbed against his thin shoulder blades. The sensation of his whole body seeming to melt felt like he would die. Wooyeon couldn’t breathe properly and panted while crying out long.
“Haaa, cry more……”
When the low voice rang in his ears, his whole body trembled. A familiar phone ringtone could be heard in the distance, then cut off again. Maybe it’s an auditory hallucination, Wooyeon thought even as his body was crushed between Jeonghan and the wall.
When Jeonghan pushed in hard for a moment, the anus gushed out love fluid and tightened sharply along with the inner walls. His vision kept flickering on and off as light exploded.
“Don’t, inside, haaa, don’t……!”
The white calves barely standing on tiptoe to match the height of Jeonghan’s lower body were pitiful.
“Why not? You can’t get pregnant anyway since you’re recessive.”
At Jeonghan’s laugh that seemed mocking, Wooyeon shook his head. He didn’t have time to think about things like probability. Wooyeon’s body trembled as if convulsing at the penis that pressed firmly on the spot he felt again.
Jeonghan began to move his hips violently. Every time they had sex, a pointless fight repeated between Jeonghan trying to ejaculate inside saying it didn’t matter since he was recessive, and Wooyeon refusing it. In that fight, the winner was always Jeonghan, and Wooyeon had never once gained anything.
“We’ll have to get sex education again, our sunbae……”
“No, heua, I don’t want to, heueung……!”
Wooyeon’s pleading was useless. The sound of mucous membranes and wet flesh rubbing echoed throughout the bathroom. Jeonghan’s penis, which had rapidly dug deep into Wooyeon’s vaginal opening, soon thickly ejaculated semen inside the uterus. Over Wooyeon’s half-narrowly closed eyes, his long eyelashes wet with tears trembled.
As the penis wet with semen withdrew from between Wooyeon’s buttocks, semen flowed down to the floor in a stream from between the anus that couldn’t quite close. Wooyeon fainted just like that on Jeonghan’s shoulder.
“……Don’t ever talk to other bastards again.”
Catching the slender, white body that was collapsing, Jeonghan said in a low voice. Water continued to pour over Wooyeon’s thin unconscious body.
* * *
Ah.
A crack appeared between the brows of Wooyeon who had been wrapped in white bedding. It was the moment when a sense of reality was granted to his doll-like face.
Wooyeon, who had shakily raised his upper body from between the plush, rustling bedding, sat up with his arms propped. A bathrobe had been put on his body, perhaps by Jeonghan, and between the open front of the robe, chaotic traces of intercourse were scattered.
“Are you awake?”
Exhausted to the limit, he didn’t even have the strength to answer. When Wooyeon raised his narrowly opened eyes, his long eyelashes rose toward Jeonghan.
How long had he slept? No, in the end, Wooyeon couldn’t even remember how the sex had ended. Rather than having fallen asleep, it would be more accurate to say he had fainted. Discontent seeped into Wooyeon toward Jeonghan who pushed him to the limit like this every time they had sex.
“Sunbae, you’re hungry, right? You haven’t even eaten properly.”
Jeonghan, already fully dressed, had a refreshed face. It seemed he was the only one who felt like dying from exhaustion. Jeonghan sat on the edge of the bed where Wooyeon was sitting and showed him the room service menu.
“What shall we eat?”
“……”
It still felt like the inside of his mouth was slippery with semen. He was tired but not hungry. When Wooyeon, with an expressionless face, didn’t answer and only scanned the menu with his eyes, Jeonghan smiled tenderly and brought his face close. The gentle touch caressing his cheeks and ears and the lips that softly touched made it hard to believe this was the same man who had just driven Wooyeon like a beast moments ago.
“Ah, I guess something soft would be better.”
Jeonghan’s long extended index finger traced over the names of foods written on the menu. Wooyeon, who had been lowering his gaze following it, suddenly flinched as if something had occurred to him and tried to get down from the bed. Perhaps because he had used muscles he didn’t normally use, his whole body ached and the place too embarrassing to mention hurt. His slender ankles came down below the high bed.
“It’s not even 3 o’clock yet.”
It was a statement with the evening tutoring session in mind. Jeonghan got down from the bed and looked at Wooyeon’s back as he staggered. As if he had collapsed, Wooyeon’s body slumped down for a moment.
“No, I think my phone rang earlier……”
Wearing only the bathrobe, Wooyeon curled up his body and crouched down on the hotel floor. He busily searched through the pants he had worn, but his phone wasn’t visible. Flustered, Wooyeon continued to search both pockets.
“Sunbae’s phone is here.”
Only then did Wooyeon’s hands searching through the pants pockets stop. When Wooyeon laboriously raised his body, Jeonghan, still sitting on the bed, handed over Wooyeon’s phone. Why would that be with Jeonghan? The shabby old phone with worn edges and a cracked screen. It was a combination that absolutely didn’t suit Kwon Jeonghan.
“Ah. Yeah.”
Was the battery already dead? It was an old phone so the battery did drain quickly, but it wasn’t time for it to turn off yet.
When Wooyeon held down the power button on the phone that was turned off, the manufacturer’s logo appeared on the screen and it lit up again. Wooyeon had no memory of turning off the phone. As the power came on, when Wooyeon looked at Jeonghan, Jeonghan looked back at Wooyeon with a face as if asking what the problem was.
“It kept ringing while sunbae was sleeping.”
“What……?”
At the sudden unease, Wooyeon’s face turned deathly pale. When he turned his gaze back to the phone screen, a missed call notification appeared on the screen right away.
“So you turned it off?”
“That thing, surprisingly it still works.”
Wooyeon’s hands trembled. The missed calls were from the hospital. Not only the hospital, but there were several calls from the ajumma who was caring for his mother.
There was no time to think further. Wooyeon covered his mouth with one hand and called the caregiver ajumma. Only Wooyeon was anxious, while Jeonghan watching such a Wooyeon was relaxed. Before long, with a click, the call connected.
“Wooyeon student! What were you doing not answering your phone!”
“Is something wrong?”
“Aigoo, really, only I’m anxious…… I thought I was going crazy. Come to the hospital quickly!”
“What’s wrong? Is mom very sick?”
The hand covering his mouth trembled. When Wooyeon blinked, heavy tears fell from both eyes.
“She suddenly stopped breathing!”
“What?”
“She’s recovered now, but I was really so shocked…… With Wooyeon student not here either, I thought she was passing, aigoo.”
“Ah, uh, what do I do. I’ll come right now. I’ll go now. What did the doctor say?”
“He says it’s okay but…… anyway, come right away.”
His lost gaze shook back and forth, spilling tears.
“I’ll go, I’ll go right away.”
Wooyeon repeated only those words like a parrot, then hung up the phone with trembling hands.
The phone fell onto the marble floor covered with carpet. Wooyeon, who had gathered the clothes that had fallen on the floor at his feet, immediately stood up and took off the bathrobe he was wearing. Under Jeonghan’s gaze, flowers had bloomed here and there on the revealed white naked body.
“Are you going?”
Without answering Jeonghan’s question, Wooyeon immediately put on his underwear and clothes over his naked body. When Wooyeon, who had grabbed the phone that had fallen on the floor, immediately ran toward the hotel room door, Jeonghan followed behind. As soon as Wooyeon opened the door, the door closed again by Jeonghan who pressed down the edge of the door with his palm.
“What are you doing?”
“Sunbae.”
“I don’t want to talk to you. Move.”
Wooyeon wiped away the tears that had fallen again with the back of his hand and said. His sharp gaze was glaring at Jeonghan.
“I’ll drive you, so wait.”
“I’m not getting in your car, you fucking bastard.”
Curses came out unsuitably from his doll-like face. Wooyeon, who had pushed Jeonghan, opened the room door again, and this time Jeonghan didn’t stop him either. Wooyeon wiped the tears that had flowed down his cheeks again and came out to the hallway and pressed the elevator button.
“Son of a bitch……”
Tears continued to fall beneath his wet eyelashes. Not knowing his mother was sick, mingling flesh with that bastard, knowing nothing. If something happened to his mother, Wooyeon felt he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. The hand pressing down on his eyes was still trembling.
The hospital phone number was also saved as ‘Hanshin Hospital,’ and the caregiver ajumma was the same. If the phone kept ringing so he turned it off, there was no way Jeonghan hadn’t checked it. If he had checked it, Jeonghan should have woken him up. Instead of turning off the phone using sleep as an excuse.
