Soon sticky white fluid splattered across his abs. Jaeha extended his foot and smeared Taesung’s semen across his lower belly with his toes. Taesung moved his lips as if wanting to say something, but ultimately bit his lower lip and couldn’t make a sound.
“Spread your legs.”
Jaeha commanded in an emotionless voice.
“If you don’t want to get beaten again, spread your legs.”
He really doesn’t fucking listen. Jaeha didn’t repeat the same words. He just lifted the shirt with his toes and, as he’d warned, struck down on the solar plexus that already had dark red bruises with his heel.
“Kkeuak, ak, ugh…”
“You’re fucking terrible at reading the situation. What, did you think if you hold out, I’d just let it go saying ‘I can’t help it if hyung doesn’t want to’? Has hyung ever let me off? The way of the world is give and take, so why does hyung act like The Giving Tree to Jang Hyeokjin but won’t concede a single thing to me?”
“Jae, Jaeha, you hate this kind of thing. Like, like you said, why would you want to fuck a dirty slut’s hole, huh? Please just stop. I’ll, ugh, I’ll just back off. From your business.”
“I knew hyung was a blockhead, but I didn’t know you were this stupid.”
Jaeha spread Taesung’s thighs wide one after another, loosened by pain. The afternoon sunlight coming through the window brightly illuminated his private parts. The area around his tightly contracted hole glistened. Jaeha couldn’t hold back a scoff as he extended his finger and poked his hole. As soon as his finger forcibly wedged in, slippery slick appeared.
“You’re soaked even though it’s not your heat. So if you get a heat inducer, you probably leak from both ends?”
Jaeha held up the transparent fluid on his finger to the sunlight. Then he looked down intently at Taesung, who couldn’t bear to look at him and had turned his head toward the pitch-black darkness under the bed.
He wondered what he was thinking right now. Was he lamenting his position of being dominated by the kid he’d taken care of since childhood? Was he blaming himself for not killing Jaeha sooner?
Or just a tiny bit.
Was he anticipating it?
“It’s not easy.”
Jaeha smirked and undid his belt buckle.
“More than a few have been through here, so I’m a bit nervous, you know?”
Watching Taesung trembling as he went, he pulled out his excited cock. As soon as Taesung saw Jaeha’s cock, he started struggling again. The tape wrapped dozens of times wouldn’t come off easily, and only the bed rattled.
“Wow, you’re welcoming me so enthusiastically, it’s too much pressure.”
Jaeha climbed on top of Taesung again and pressed his throat firmly with his arm. Taesung’s lips parted on their own as he made choking sounds. Only then did Jaeha release Taesung’s throat and shoved his fingers into his mouth. His jaw twitched as if to bite the fingers. Jaeha struck his cheek with his other hand. Then he pulled out his tongue outside his lips as he drooled saliva, unable to close his mouth. Because if he puts his tongue in, he’ll bite.
Jaeha sucked his tongue into his own mouth. Taesung’s fingers, bound round and round with tape, wriggled out above the tape. His blunt nails scraped the metal bed leg. The scratching sound tickled Jaeha’s ears. Slurp, along with the sound of saliva tangling from his tongue.
Jaeha kept his eyes open and observed every change in Taesung’s expression. The brow writhing as his tongue was sucked. The eyeballs moving restlessly inside his tightly closed eyelids, unable to find a place to go. The moisture seeping from his eyes. The blue veins extending from his temple pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
Each change in his expression, each minute movement of his muscles excited Jaeha. Jaeha chewed on Taesung’s tongue and rubbed the cock he’d pulled out from his waistband. This situation wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. Jaeha had masturbated for a very long time imagining fucking Taesung’s hole. Of course, he’d also thought about how sex with him would start. Most of the time it was forcibly raping him like now. He couldn’t think of any other clever way to seduce Taesung.
So this might be an unavoidable progression.
Only after Jaeha let out a rough breath could Taesung’s tongue be released. Taesung swallowed a sound that was either a groan or a sob, kkeueuk, and turned his head again. Jaeha irritably writhed his brow and grabbed Taesung’s face, forcibly turning it toward him.
“I’m going to put it in, hyung. I’m telling you in advance, this one might not feel that good. Even I need something called practice.”
Taesung’s lips moved.
It seemed like he was asking, ‘What bullshit are you talking about?’
“Don’t worry. After I cum once, I’ll figure out how to do it. You know. I’m a fast learner.”
“You fucking, this is your first time?”
For the first words he managed to get out besides groans to be that—Taesung was really an amazing person.
“It’s because of you, hyung. Hyung crawled into every shit pit with your own feet and rolled around, you slut. Hyung, rags get a bit cleaner when you wash them with clean water.”
For the first time today, Jaeha sent an affectionate touch to Taesung’s cheek.
“Don’t worry. I’ll wash you clean.”
Taesung shook his head with all his strength and knocked away Jaeha’s hand.
“Please, Jaeha, stop it! Fuck, yeah, why would you stick it in a bastard who rolled around in shit pits and get shit on you too? You can just take the money and go abroad and do whatever you want, yeah? You can meet a decent person and get married and live. You still have a chance, you son of a bitch!”
“Wow, when you say it like that, it really seems like hyung…”
Jaeha pulled up the corners of his mouth. But only the two eyes looking down at Taesung, only those damn eyes that resembled the Han River, strangely seemed to glisten with moisture.
“…cares about me.”
Jaeha pressed his forehead against Taesung’s and stared piercingly into his eyes. Taesung had no choice but to avoid his gaze, feeling like his gaze was boring into his pupils and rummaging through his brain. It seemed like he was trying to discern whether Taesung’s statement just now was sincere. Or maybe it was just to divert his attention since it was obvious he’d throw another fit when he tried to insert.
“Ugh!”
Taesung’s pupils shook. A heavy piece of flesh pressed down firmly on his wet hole. Jaeha made a light groaning sound, kkeung, and grabbed his cock, trying to forcibly push it into Taesung.
“Shi-, just because you poke it like that, it won’t go…”
“Shut your upper mouth and open your lower one. People would think it’s your first time.”
‘It’s my first time getting fucked when it’s not my heat, you fucker.’
He had no choice but to swallow those words. Because it was obvious what kind of mockery Jaeha would make if he heard that.
Taesung couldn’t understand why this crazy bastard was trying to fuck him. Setting aside appearances, he kept calling Taesung a ‘slut’ like he just said—why was he struggling so hard to put his cock in a hole that any Tom, Dick, or Harry had been in?
Jaeha irritably swept back his sweat-soaked bangs. Perhaps because his hair color was light, his flushed face from excitement stood out especially. Jaeha, colored up to his nape like a ripe persimmon, suddenly grinned as soon as their eyes met, sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick his lips. His hand with fingers extended fully covered Taesung’s face. He pressed down with his weight, blocking his eyes, nose, and mouth all at once.
Taesung shook his head back and forth trying to shake him off because he couldn’t breathe. Only when his throat convulsed from not being able to swallow any more breath did Jaeha remove his hand. Taesung breathed in frantically. And at that moment, the tension that had been tight in his body released all at once.
It meant the sphincter that had been contracted also lost its strength.
“Euugh!”
The heavy flesh wedged through the hole. Taesung let out a labored groan before even thinking of curses.
“Phew.”
Jaeha also let out a languid breath after barely pushing in the glans. Then he extended his fingers and fiddled with the junction where they were connected, clamping tightly around his thing. More strength went into Taesung’s buttocks at the ticklish stimulation. Jaeha squinted one eye and let out a hollow laugh.
“Fuck, hyung’s hole is no joke. I’ve imagined fucking this hundreds of times, but, ung, I didn’t expect it to grip like this.”
“Then shi-, pull out, you bastard, if you don’t want your dickhead crushed…”
As if responding to Taesung’s enthusiastic reaction, Jaeha forcibly wedged in about another knuckle’s worth with effort. New beads of sweat formed on his fully exposed forehead. But his expression brightened considerably. As if feeling ecstasy from the pressure painfully squeezing his cock right now.
“How can you be torn so ragged and still grip like this? Is your hole exceptionally talented, or were the fucking bastards who fucked you so far such tiny dicks they couldn’t even widen one hole?”
“Augh, what, shi-, crazy bastard fucks there when it’s not even heat, euugh!”
“You’ve only done it during heat? Then am I the first to open your hole when it’s not your heat?”
Jaeha grabbed Taesung’s cheeks tightly with both hands. Then he shoved his face clearly in front of Taesung, who was trying to avoid him, and asked again.
