Even as he kept thrusting without stopping, he demanded it — and Munyeong squeezed his eyes shut and barely stuck out the tip of his tongue. The moment that red, fleshy thing appeared, Haejeong’s hips drove faster. And then it was immediately drawn into Haejeong’s mouth.
“Mmm, ha—.”
“Nn, mm.”
With his tongue being rubbed, ground, and put through every manner of thing inside that mouth, Munyeong could only let his moans spill out muffled against the obstruction. On top of stimulating him above and below simultaneously, Haejeong’s two hands gathered the flat planes of his chest, squeezing and kneading them in one relentless, obscene repetition. Munyeong tried to stop him, pushing at his hands — but the struggling seemed to only stimulate him further, and Haejeong worked his chest even more desperately.
“Ha, that’s enough now….”
Reaching his physical limit, Munyeong’s legs had gone to trembling from the endless thrusting. When his body began to give out, no longer able to stay upright, Haejeong lifted him and settled him down as if he’d been waiting for exactly that moment. At the same time, the cock that had only been at the very tip drove all the way deep inside in a single thrust.
“Hah—, ugh!”
It had gone in so deep it felt like being run through, and Munyeong’s toes curled and trembled. The cock that had already come once began leaking again in a steady stream.
“You must have liked it a lot.”
Haejeong let out a satisfied smirk at the sight. Ha, the way he lost himself entirely, too far gone to even feel embarrassed — Haejeong was overcome with a satisfaction that felt almost like coming himself. Had he ever, during sex, paid this much attention to someone else’s reactions? Had he ever had sex while rising and falling with his partner’s responses like this? By nature, other people’s reactions, other people’s feelings, had never once registered in his mind. He’d been so self-centered that there were rumors about what a nightmare he was in bed. Sex had only ever existed as something to thrust, come, and simply satisfy a drive — nothing more.
“…Sob… let, let go…….”
Even with his mind gone blank, Munyeong pleaded with what little fight he had left. He seemed to be unable to accept that he was being taken apart from behind while held in someone’s arms. And yet, afraid of being dropped, he had wrapped both arms and both legs tightly around Haejeong. But the toll was clearly real — every pale inch of his skin had gone blotchy and red.
“I’ll set you down once we get to the bedroom.”
Haejeong pressed his lips to the side of Munyeong’s face and whispered tenderly. What they were doing was the kind of thing that would make anyone who saw it faint. But nothing mattered. He had Im Munyeong right here in front of him, right now. A month of living in hell had been more than enough. How much had he looked down on people who fell apart over a breakup, turned into complete wrecks and lost their minds? How much had he sneered and scorned and spat venom at them, calling them out of their minds? But now that he’d lived it, it was different. Why are old sayings never wrong? You never know until you’ve been through it yourself. Im Munyeong had taken him — a man who had lived the way he had for over thirty years — and driven him right to the edge of a cliff with terrifying ease.
“Mm, ugh.”
With every slow step forward, wet sounds escaped from between Munyeong’s teeth. Left, right, with each crossing of his feet, the cock slid in and out in small shallow strokes — and with every one of them, the arms wrapped around Haejeong’s neck trembled. Haejeong too felt a deep, smoldering pleasure and scattered heated breaths across Munyeong’s ear. Munyeong convulsed at that, but even that tiny movement made Haejeong laugh. Ha, damn. He’s so freaking cute.
He was so cute. From the very beginning. From the moment he’d made up his mind to get Haejeong’s watch back in their school days — all the way back to when he’d come with it wrapped in newspaper so it wouldn’t get scratched, even as he was getting beaten. Haejeong had thought there was no one more pitiful and pathetic, but the truth was, it had been that very thing that was so endearing it caught his eye. What is this guy. Among a bunch of greasy, unwashed teenage boys all reeking the same, Munyeong had stood alone like a dandelion growing in pristine bloom. A dandelion standing alone in the light, rising tall near a filth-encrusted telephone pole.
That was why his eye had been drawn to him — and why, for over ten years, he’d kept thinking about him and gone around making a fool of himself over it. When he hadn’t been able to admit it, it had made him angry and petty and endlessly irritable — but admitting it brought ease. Pride or whatever else, however he’d lived his life, the moment he admitted it, the raw nerve had quieted. Of course, having admitted it, Im Munyeong hadn’t been by his side. Life was always one hardship after another.
“I’ll… I’ll fall……. mm, sob.”
Munyeong’s voice wavered — he seemed genuinely frightened. As if he’d fall. With him holding on like this.
“Worrying about everything under the sun.”
“…Mm….”
“Stop worrying about nonsense and just keep your head on straight.”
“……mm, yeah?”
“Because we’re going all night.”
At Haejeong’s declaration, Munyeong’s eyes slowly went wide.
“Wh, what… you have work tomorrow… hah.”
“Staying up all night is nothing for me.”
“…Ugh, wait… there, ha, it feels strange…….”
“Yeah? Me too.”
“……Mm, nn—”
“Ever since I met you…… nothing but strange things happening.”
He dragged his tongue along Munyeong’s ear and murmured matter-of-factly. Shortly after, they arrived at the bedroom — Haejeong supported his back and the nape of his neck, and laid Munyeong down with extraordinary care, with the touch of someone handling something precious that might shatter if jostled. The moment the soft warmth of the sheets met him, Munyeong finally felt a sense of release — but only for an instant.
Thrust. The cock that had only been making small shallow movements drove into him with full force, spearing into him.
“Sob!”
Munyeong’s whole body went electric and he grabbed the sheets, grinding his teeth.
“Ha…. Spread your legs more… more.”
Thud, thud — thrusting without pause, Haejeong pushed Munyeong’s legs apart to either side as far as they would go. It was a shameful position, but Munyeong couldn’t even register the embarrassment anymore as he groaned.
“The inside of your thighs is white too.”
Stroking the spread inner thighs, Haejeong smiled lewdly. The urge to mar that tender pale skin, to corrupt it, surged through him. He felt a tenderness that made him want to be careful with something so precious — while simultaneously, the urge to ruin it tormented him. Conflicting impulses clashed, but Haejeong managed them with practiced control. Tormenting him — but letting him off just enough.
“Mm. Th, that’s strange… ha.”
Munyeong wanted to cover his ears against the slick sounds and his own moaning. The stimulation was coming from every direction. The bedroom saturated with his scent, Haejeong bearing down on him like he would devour him whole with those fierce eyes as he thrust furiously, the sensation stabbing into him from below — all of it was turning his mind white, pushing him to the very edge of overload.
“Ha…. Good…. Good….”
“Mm, ha, yeah!”
As the pace began to pick up, Haejeong tilted his head back and closed his eyes. The sensation of being gripped and squeezed around his cock was slowly pulling Haejeong out of his own mind. His eyes, filled with nothing but penetration, pleasure, and lust, gleamed.
“Ha…. You too, doesn’t it feel good for you too?”
Thud, thud, thud — no sign of slowing down as he thrust in and out — Haejeong lowered his torso and brought his face close.
“Good, yeah? Doesn’t it…?”
Haejeong coaxed an answer and pressed into Munyeong’s lips. Munyeong shook his head wildly, looking completely lost.
“…You don’t like it? Hm? I like it… damn, feels like my cock is melting.”
“…Mm, ha — saying things like that…, hah, you, you’re too fast… ugh!”
“It’s good. Ha, I’m huge, aren’t I. Hm?”
“…Please… mm…ugh.”
“Everyone loses it when they see my cock. Says it’s huge.”
“…Mm, nn….”
“This is yours now. Only you get to use it. Yeah? Know how lucky you are…. Ha… something that can go in this deep, this far — there’s nothing but my cock that can do that, I’m sure.”
Haejeong ran his hand along Munyeong’s lower abdomen and pressed down.
“Hah!”
Pressing firmly into the bulging protrusion at his lower belly, Munyeong spasmed and trembled head to toe.
“Ha, don’t… mm…!”
“Does it feel good?”
“…Sob, ugh.”
“Me too, me too… me too.”
“……Mm—.”
“It feels so good…… it feels so good I think my mind is going strange.”
Haejeong stared at Munyeong with unfocused eyes, repeating that it felt good as though entranced. Unable to contain the feeling any longer, he gasped for breath and pulled Munyeong’s torso into his arms, driving his hips with renewed force. As the mounting wave of release drew closer, he pinned Munyeong still and kissed him obscenely. Dragging his tongue side to side, Munyeong panted and shuddered.
“I’m going to come, ugh.”
