He tried to muffle his mouth, but Haejeong had him pinned down, unable to move. Haejeong smiled with satisfaction and began thrusting hard. Smack, thud — with every push and pull, a rhythmic sound slipped out between Munyeong’s lips.
“Hn, ah, ah, ngh, hah — ha… ngh!”
“Hff……, ngh.”
The entire counter shook with each thrust. Everything around them rattled. Munyeong’s pale, bare body, his full weight, jolted without mercy.
“Ha, faster, ah, it hurts—, ngh.”
“Does it only, hk, hurt?”
“Ha, I, I don’t know, ngh!”
“You like it. Ha……. Can’t you see? You’re leaking.”
Through the steady trickle of pre-cum, a thicker, white fluid had begun to appear. He was close to climaxing. With no room to think about it, Munyeong let out a strangled cry and threw his head back. A shudder ran through his entire body, and the veins along his outstretched neck stood out visibly.
“I’m… I’m going to come too…. Hff. Ngh.”
Haejeong drove harder and locked Munyeong’s legs — still wrapped around his waist — completely in place. He gripped Munyeong’s hips to keep him from pulling away and slammed into him.
“Haa—!”
“Hk!”
And he didn’t let go of Munyeong until he had emptied everything inside him. That was his routine. When he came, he always pushed all the way in without leaving any gap, and he never pulled out before finishing completely. He was relentless — holding himself at the root and grinding it out to the last. And there was one more part of his routine.
“Ha, wait……, still……”
He was still inside. But Haejeong, just like that, lifted Munyeong up and began rolling his hips in slow, small circles. The cum already filling him up began to make slick sounds again below.
“Still what.”
“…Ha, just a little rest first……”
Munyeong said pitifully, still suspended in his arms. But his routine was unwavering.
“Rest when we’re done.”
Never finishing after just once.
“Come one more time and then I’ll pull out.”
And with that, he pressed his lips against Munyeong’s in light, tender kisses — generous as if he were doing him a favor — and carried him toward the bedroom.
Looks like it’s going to be another long night, Munyeong thought, resigning himself. He said nothing, just wrapped his arms around Haejeong and leaned his exhausted face against his shoulder.
**
When sunlight began stabbing at his eyes, Munyeong slowly scrunched his face and woke up. He didn’t even remember when he’d fallen asleep. Still drowsy, he shifted — and the foreign sensation still present inside him made his eyes gradually widen.
“…What…… ngh.”
With a wet, creaking sound, he felt it — still lodged inside him. Munyeong nearly seized up, but he couldn’t move at all.
“Hff.”
“Go back to sleep.”
Haejeong, who seemed to have woken at the same time, pulled his waist closer — and what had briefly shifted settled back in, deep. The cum that had been pumped into him continuously through the night was trickling down along the cleft of Munyeong’s backside. His entire body was a wreck, and the one responsible was perfectly at ease. They were pressed flush against each other in the narrow bed, inseparable.
“P-pull out……. It’s strange……”
“Don’t worry, you won’t break.”
“……Liar……”
That massive thing had been inside him all night… how could he not be broken…? Even that part was beyond his comprehension. He had a very real fear that he’d been stretched open and wouldn’t be able to close again.
Munyeong kept shooting anxious glances downward, and Haejeong burst out laughing — a short, helpless sound. The bright, pleased laugh rang in his ears.
“Are you stupid? You don’t break from something like this.”
“……Still……, it was too long…… ngh, don’t move……”
“You’re the one who moved. Ha……. Shit. It’s getting bigger again.”
Munyeong had barely twitched and Haejeong was already growing inside him. After hours of this all through the night, the last thing Munyeong wanted was to go through it again first thing in the morning — he struggled with everything he had to get out of his arms.
“The more you do that, the bigger it gets.”
“……Ha……, no…. I have to go to work.”
Munyeong muttered, his voice strained. At the mention of work, Haejeong’s brow twitched with displeasure.
“If anything, it seems like you work harder than I do. And the first thing out of your mouth when you wake up is work?”
“……No, it’s just that doing it in the morning is a bit rough on me……”
“I won’t.”
“Liar……”
Munyeong murmured disbelievingly, and the corner of Haejeong’s eye twitched.
“……I’ll just keep it in for a moment and then pull out.”
“……Just a moment…. Alright then……”
It was always Munyeong who gave in. The stubbornness Haejeong locked onto could never be broken. Especially when it came to matters like this — Haejeong held all the cards. With other things, even when he was unhappy, he’d at least pretend to concede — but not here. He never backed down.
Haejeong, as if he’d been waiting for Munyeong to go slack, drew him in deeper and brushed his lips lightly against his face where their cheeks touched.
“Hey. Im Munyeong.”
He called out quietly, and Munyeong looked up — “Yeah?” — answering with an open, guileless expression.
“…That miserable job…… no, those jobs you’re doing — do you have to keep doing all of them?”
He finally let out the quiet discontent he’d been sitting on, and Munyeong blinked his clear eyes.
“…Why?”
“Just do one.”
“……One is a little… not enough……”
Even after they started dating, Munyeong was still working two or three jobs at once, and Haejeong didn’t like it. Not that he disliked anything about Munyeong — he just hated watching him grind himself down this way. To Munyeong it seemed natural, but to Haejeong watching from the outside, it was anything but. Who in their right mind worked two or three grueling jobs at once? Up until now he’d kept quiet because Munyeong wanted it — but hearing him talk about going to work every single morning, he couldn’t just let it go anymore.
“…You haven’t forgotten that your boyfriend happens to be a chaebol, right?”
Haejeong said quietly, and Munyeong’s mouth immediately pressed into a stubborn line. That was the face he made when he had a silent grievance.
“What. Why.”
Haejeong grumbled for no good reason and pulled Munyeong’s waist tighter. Each time he did, the length still inside him pressed further in, and Munyeong’s toes curled.
“Hff, …c-can we talk after you… pull out……?”
“I won’t move. Talk.”
He said it flatly, and Munyeong hesitated, biting down on his lower lip.
“……I’m me……”
“…….”
“…And you’re… you……”
Munyeong continued in a voice that was barely above a murmur, as if the words were hard to get out. Well — Haejeong more or less knew where this was going. He knew full well that Munyeong wasn’t the type to shamelessly ride his boyfriend’s coattails for a leg up in life. That’s exactly what made it more infuriating. It would be so simple if Munyeong would just let himself lean on him.
“So you don’t want to live together at my place, and you don’t want to spend my money?”
“……Sorry.”
“I told you to stop saying sorry.”
“……Okay.”
“And if I try to push money into your hands, you’ll refuse that too?”
Haejeong asked flatly, idly running a hand through Munyeong’s hair. Munyeong slowly nodded. Haejeong had no intention of forcing things on him if he didn’t want them. His instinct was to drag him into moving right away, and make him quit those part-time jobs on the spot — but he had a track record to account for, so he was doing his best to hold his tongue. He was carefully reading the room and matching his pace.
“Then — coming back to the company.”
