“Ahh…”
Jaeha barely managed to catch his breath as he caressed Taesung’s face. He forced his fingers between Taesung’s clenched teeth, prying open his jaw as he let out strained moans. Inside the opened mouth, he could see his tongue stiffened rigidly. Jaeha tapped the tip of his tongue and began pistoning again.
“Augh, agh, aaagh!”
Taesung couldn’t even recognize what sounds he was making. The sensation he’d felt from his lower body explosively surged up, shattering the rationality he’d been barely maintaining with cracks everywhere, and erupted.
Watching Taesung cry out in scream-like moans, a smile spread across Jaeha’s lips again.
“Does it feel good, hyung? Do you like my cock this much?”
“Hagh, there, stop, ugh, augh!”
“Our hyung only gets smart during sex, huh. You know that saying that just makes me thrust harder, right?”
Thwack, thwack—every time he shoved his cock in to the hilt, Jaeha’s thighs slammed violently against Taesung’s thighs. Both their skin turned red. But the pleasure surging through his entire body was too stimulating to feel such pain.
Jaeha gripped Taesung’s already stiffly erect cock tightly. The sensation that had been churning and floating in his head burst out with a tingle. Taesung could no longer struggle or make a fuss trying to free his bound arms, and instead swayed his hips in time with Jaeha’s movements. Every time he squeezed out tears and opened his eyes, he saw Jaeha’s chest. At the writhing muscles and his nipples that were an unnecessarily pretty color like dried flower petals, Taesung felt a strange sensation as if his eyeballs were being caressed.
“Hyung, hnngh, I can’t hold back anymore.”
With his cock shoved deep inside Taesung, rubbing the touching skin firmly, Jaeha whispered.
“I want to cum together with hyung.”
While tightly gripping the tip of Taesung’s cock that had already started leaking semen uncontrollably.
“It’s our first time, so you should at least do that much. Right? Hyung.”
Thwack, thwack—only after thrusting into Taesung a few more times did Jaeha’s lower body tremble.
The strength left his hand gripping Taesung’s cock.
“Ahh, hngh, ugh, ungh.”
As if entranced by the sensation of Jaeha’s release flooding inside him, Taesung cried out in moans while jerking his hips. Thin semen dribbled out from the tip of his swollen cock.
Jaeha exhaled sharply and immediately pulled out of him. Then, with his cock glistening with semen and slick, he headed toward the refrigerator. He pulled out a can of beer and downed it without leaving a drop. He crushed the empty can with one hand and threw it on the floor, then this time pulled out soju and poured it straight from the bottle into his mouth.
Then Jaeha came to Taesung, grabbed his forehead and tilted his head back. He pressed his lips to Taesung’s naturally parted lips and forcibly made him drink the soju he was holding in his mouth.
“Uurp, gack!”
“Hyung doesn’t suit wine and stuff like that. Soju is perfect for you.”
Whether Taesung was struggling or not, Jaeha took more soju in his mouth and pushed it into Taesung’s mouth. About half a bottle, without even a moment to breathe.
“Ha. Now we can go again, right?”
Even while his mind was reeling from the sudden rush of intoxication, Taesung’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“I’ve got the gist of it now. I’ll do better this time, hyung.”
“W-wait, again?”
“I said the first time was practice. Hyung, you really don’t listen to a single thing I say, do you?”
He poured the remaining soju over Taesung’s head. The acrid smell of alcohol choked his breath. While Taesung floundered in the soju, Jaeha hummed a tune and picked up the fruit knife that Taesung had pointed at him. Then he tapped Taesung’s cheek with the particularly sharp blade. At the eerie sensation on his face, Taesung opened one eye to check the knife. He wanted to pretend to be calm, but couldn’t help his expression freezing awkwardly.
“Scared?”
Jaeha held the knife handle precariously with just his thumb and index finger, swinging the fruit knife like a pendulum in front of Taesung’s eyes.
“Hyung, then how scared do you think I was?”
“I-I’m sorry. I, I was wrong. But I really didn’t mean to kill you…”
“I don’t plan to kill hyung either. Could I even properly slit your throat with a shitty little knife like this?”
Jaeha suddenly grabbed the fruit knife he’d been swinging slowly. Then, as Taesung flinched in surprise and squeezed his eyes shut, Jaeha giggled mockingly and poked his forehead with the knife tip.
“In the old days, when people committed crimes, they branded their foreheads with a knife. What should I write here?”
His pupils shook aimlessly. Taesung swallowed dry saliva while avoiding eye contact, trying his best not to look at Jaeha. His lips moved, but no voice came out, so he couldn’t make excuses or apologize. Jaeha lightly pressed his lips against Taesung’s pale lips and grinned mischievously like a child who’d just finished playing a prank.
“Why are you shaking so much, hyung? When you’re like this, my heart aches.”
Jaeha tore Taesung’s shirt with the fruit knife. He yanked the thick turtleneck and cut it away with the knife right in front of Taesung’s nose with a scraping sound.
On his smoothly extended nape, the bruises Jaeha had left remained vividly. The fingers that had been caressing Taesung’s neck slid straight down along his skin soaked with sweat and soju. Jaeha grabbed Taesung’s firm chest. The muscles loosened softly and wrapped satisfyingly around his grip. The nipples that had perked up from the earlier sexual excitement tickled his palm.
“I was too hasty earlier. Right? Hyung’s whole body was showing such eagerness, but I didn’t touch you at all and just fucked you.”
Jaeha kissed his eyelids and licked Taesung’s tightly closed eyes. The salty taste mixed with alcohol pricked his tongue.
“But I was really angry then, so I couldn’t help it. You understand, right, hyung? In that situation earlier, it would be weird if I pleasured you by sucking you off. Fuck, sucking off and releasing and making someone who drugged me and tried to slit my throat moan happily would be a bit strange. But since hyung sucked my cock so earnestly with his asshole, I’ll make you feel good this time. Where do you like being touched, hyung? Is it this thing you’ve got standing up here?”
He stuck out his tongue and licked up his nipple. Then, as if playing, he rolled the nipple around with the tip of his tongue. Taesung hunched his shoulders and twisted his body. At the ticklish stimulation, all his fingers and toes curled. It felt so strange that being in pain would be better.
The sensation right before feeling pleasure bordered on discomfort. If there was a difference, it was that the discomfort Taesung had felt until now was like something horrible and disgusting crawling on his skin, but Jaeha’s touch was similar to the feeling of encountering fear and thrill.
What exactly am I so afraid of? Even Taesung himself didn’t know.
Jaeha parted his red lips, swallowed Taesung’s areola, and sucked it with a slurping sound. The places his lips brushed burned as if scalded. While nibbling Taesung’s nipple with his white front teeth, Jaeha stared up at him. He wanted to avoid his gaze, but he couldn’t.
It was because of those damn eye color.
He felt similar to when looking down at the Han River from a bridge.
Wouldn’t it be easier to just close both eyes tight and jump in, just once?
Fear.
And anticipation.
“Make some pretty sounds, hyung. We need to get revenge on the next room.”
Jaeha left bite marks on his chest. The hand embracing his back groped down carefully. Taesung realized he was touching the scars left on his back. He twisted his body again to get away from Jaeha. He’ll probably think it’s just a knife wound from a fight right now. He didn’t want Jaeha to figure out what kind of mark this was.
“Ha, you’re thrashing around like crazy.”
Jaeha pressed down hard on the bruise on his solar plexus.
“Augh!”
Taesung screamed and curled his body into a ball.
“Hyung, stop making me angry. I want to do the second round gently, so fuck, cooperate with me.”
On one hand, I thought being in pain would be better.
Jaeha kissed the bruise he had left. The stinging pain he felt every time it was pressed slightly felt like it was scraping at his heart.
This time Jaeha traced down as if counting each of his ribs one by one and licked the scar on his side. Most of the cut and scratched marks were Taesung’s pride like medals.
Except for that doglike mark on his back. At the second or third place he was dragged to, bastards who were high and out of their minds turned Taesung’s back into a complete mess. Jang Hyeokjin, who returned after the ‘job’ was done, looked down at Taesung bleeding profusely and begging to be saved, and spat out curses.
Fuck, you’re losing value.
He didn’t know how much they’d extorted in ‘repair costs’ from those bastards, but part of it was spent covering Taesung’s back with tattoos. When he first stepped into this world, he’d boldly gone to a tattoo artist to get a dragon tattoo, only to run away after just a few pricks saying it hurt like hell, yet when he got this tattoo, it wasn’t that painful. Whether it was because it wasn’t the cheap tattoo artist Taesung had gone to but a proper professional, or because it was after he’d been through plenty of other pain, he didn’t know.
Anyway, he’d gradually gotten used to pain. So rather, a situation where vivid sensations like pain and disgust cover all other emotions and I just have to curse the bastard—fuck, fuck—was more comfortable.
