“What are you going to do with all that charm you’ve been working on my father.”
“……I need to make a good impression…… so he’ll give us his blessing.”
“Is that all?”
“Hm?”
“You’re not trying to win him over so you can marry me later?”
Munyeong stared at Haejeong with wide, scandalized eyes. The nerve of him saying something like that. Haejeong said it with perfect composure.
“……Wh, what are you saying, saying s-something like that….”
Munyeong waved his hand, face flushing red. As if the thought had never once crossed his mind. A vehement denial.
“Why not? Or are you planning to string me along for a while and then break up with me?”
“Hm?”
At that extreme leap in logic, Munyeong blinked rapidly, thrown off.
“No, that’s not what I meant….”
“I went as far as getting myself removed from the family registry with that kind of resolve.”
Haejeong said it bluntly and brought his face close — very close — to the dazed Munyeong’s. Close enough for their noses to nearly touch, he studied Munyeong’s open, guileless face while letting out deliberately short, restless breaths, like someone barely holding back. The blank, bewildered expression apparently amused him — a faint, quiet laugh came with it. And then he immediately buried his nose in Munyeong’s damp hair and began openly, shamelessly sniffing him like a dog.
“Did you shower?”
He said something like that and then immediately changed the subject without a beat. Munyeong was flustered into silence for a moment, then nodded.
“Because I was coming?”
“……I just got back from work and showered.”
“Oh, so it wasn’t to get ready for me?”
The things he said so casually — genuinely embarrassing things. Munyeong still couldn’t get used to his habit of charging forward without any warning whatsoever. The bridge of his nose kept nuzzling and sniffing along Munyeong’s hair and the shell of his ear, tickling him. Every little thing like this felt intimate, felt charged.
“Why is it that even cheap shampoo smells good on you….”
Haejeong muttered in a tone of genuine, bewildered incomprehension. Munyeong’s face — already running hot for a while now — finally went red enough it looked ready to burst.
Right after that, Haejeong’s hands moved naturally to pull off Munyeong’s pajama top. It was the most natural progression in the world. Looking only at each other, breathing in only each other’s warmth, the closeness between them flowed seamlessly into something more. Munyeong lifted both arms awkwardly to make it easier for him to pull it off. He stripped it off in one motion and then roughly shrugged his own suit jacket off and tossed it aside. Then he mouthed lazily at Munyeong’s scarlet cheek. His hands on his own clothes grew increasingly urgent.
“…Ha, there are so fucking many buttons on this thing.”
Haejeong muttered irritably as he worked his shirt open. The grumbling sounded almost like whining, and Munyeong smiled faintly at it.
“You think that’s funny?”
“…Hm?”
“Your boyfriend is dying over here.”
Finally getting his shirt all the way open, he came at Munyeong with the full force of his impatience. He grabbed the overhead shelf on the ceiling and pressed his lips urgently over his. The way he came charging in like that — Munyeong was almost used to it by now.
Having claimed Munyeong’s mouth entirely, he used his other hand to pull down Munyeong’s sweatpants in one swift move — underwear and all at the same time — leaving him instantly, completely bare. His whole body shivered with the sudden exposure. He flinched at the cold of the kitchen counter against his skin, and Haejeong pressed his body deeper between his legs in response.
“You’re already hard.”
Then he gave Munyeong’s half-erect cock a light flick with his fingers. The embarrassment of his lower half hanging there like that was too much — Munyeong didn’t answer and turned his head away. But Haejeong caught his chin and turned his face back, then swallowed his tongue in a deep, wet, pulling kiss. The metallic sound of a belt being undone rang out soon after. Munyeong couldn’t do anything — just barely licked back at the tongue rubbing against his, swallowing down whatever saliva Haejeong pushed into him. Even that one passive response was enough to send all the blood rushing downward for Haejeong. He can’t keep himself under control. No matter how many times, it never gets old — the same things are just as overwhelming, and he has no self-restraint left.
Haejeong pulled his pants and underwear down just enough and immediately aimed his cock at the cleft between Munyeong’s cheeks. The large, swollen head nudged insistently against the tightly clenched folds.
“Ha…. Going straight in?”
Haejeong whispered to Munyeong, who was already struggling, and reached up to toy with the nipple just barely peeking into view. Munyeong, still unable to collect himself against the stimulation, squeezed his eyes shut and gave a barely-there nod.
“We already did it this morning, so you should be fine.”
There was no time to open him up — and no need, either. They’d locked eyes first thing when they woke up this morning and gone at it like animals.
Haejeong bit lightly at Munyeong’s chin and with one hand gripped his own cock and began working it into position at the right spot. Just the head going in made Munyeong feel completely filled below, and a pained, helpless sound escaped him.
“Hnn…….”
“Ha…. Fuck. So tight….”
They’d gone at it just this morning — yet the hole had shut up again as though it had never been opened, clenching around Haejeong’s cock like it was trying to cut it off.
“Ha…. Im Munyeong.”
“…Ngh, yeah….”
“Your boyfriend — hff…… his cock is going to get severed.”
Munyeong pleaded with him every single time. Please stop saying strange things during sex. It was too embarrassing, too humiliating — he said he couldn’t even look at his own face properly the next day. It was an endearing plea — but one he couldn’t grant. He’d give in on anything else, but watching Munyeong writhe and squirm over a few filthy words had become one of the genuine pleasures of his life. And an enormous turn-on, at that.
“Putting it all in now…. Hold on tight.”
Haejeong, who had been teasing just at the entrance, draped Munyeong’s arms around his own shoulders. Then, bracing one hand against the ceiling shelf so Munyeong’s head wouldn’t hit it, he pushed in all the way to the root in one smooth, deep drive.
“Hngh!”
He’d lost count of how many times by now — but every time he took all of him in like this, Munyeong’s breath cut out in short, sharp gaps. Knowing how overwhelming it was for him, Haejeong soothed him — licking at his lips, mouthing gently along the line of his throat.
And once his breathing steadied somewhat, he began to move. Slowly rocking his hips, starting with small, shallow thrusts — and from both of them, short, ragged breaths began to leak out.
“Ha, yeah…. Ngh….”
When he slowly pushed his hips forward and drew back, Munyeong trembled and moaned. He was struggling to hold the sounds back — but even restrained, even muffled, they were so undone and unguarded that they only pushed Haejeong’s desire higher.
“Don’t hold back the sounds.”
But he didn’t want him holding back. Anything — holding back in front of him wasn’t something he wanted anymore. He wanted it clear — good meant good, bad meant bad, no more swallowing everything down. He didn’t want to watch him suppress himself anymore. This was what Haejeong had been conditioning him toward.
“…If I’m loud… the neighbors…. Ngh.”
“If you’re embarrassed, move.”
“Ha, ngh…. H-how could I….”
“Into my place.”
Haejeong said it carelessly and drove his cock in — hard. He thrust deep enough for his own body to shudder with the force — and Munyeong grabbed his shoulders hard enough to leave handprints.
“Ngh!”
“You can just move into my place.”
Haejeong breathed hard and began moving faster. The metal creaked and the flimsy kitchen counter started to shake. He still had one arm bracing against the shelf overhead while his hips moved roughly, relentlessly.
“Ha, f-fas… ter, ngh.”
“Don’t hold back the sounds.”
He caught the hand Munyeong was trying to press over his own mouth — and Munyeong glared at him with wet, aggrieved eyes. A look that was utterly non-threatening. Haejeong smiled faintly and pulled Munyeong’s legs toward him. Their lower halves locked together even tighter. Then he wrapped both of Munyeong’s legs around his own waist, keeping him in place. His cock, buried to the hilt, had nowhere to retreat to.
“Don’t bite your lip either.”
Haejeong warned him, and then — thud! — buried even deeper, snapping his hips faster. Targeting one spot deep inside, the exact place that made Munyeong come apart, driving into it with single-minded precision — until finally, Munyeong couldn’t hold back anymore and cried out.
“Hnngh!”
