The force in his arms, which pressed down on the bed so hard that his thrown-back neck and upper body felt hot, meshed with Seo Jaeha’s momentum, causing his waist and hip bones to ache occasionally.
“Hah…… Kuk!”
Each time he inhaled empty air, the inside of his mouth dried up. When someone’s saliva became desperate, Seo Jaeha overlapped their lips as if he’d heard his inner thoughts.
The red entrance was all his.
Chwup.
Along with the wet friction sound, a low moan burst from the separated lips that couldn’t be attributed to anyone in particular.
“Crazy…… Huu…… Crazy…… Jung Kyungwoo.”
Who was he to talk?
“It feels so good…… I might lose it…… Kueuk.”
At the low voice tickling his eardrums, Kyungwoo reflexively stiffened his body. Both conqueror and conquered, he buried his face in Kyungwoo’s nape as if declaring surrender.
“Kyungwoo…… Jung Kyungwoo.”
Seo Jaeha’s scratchy voice spread through nerves and blood vessels to Jung Kyungwoo’s entire body. He already had no chance of winning.
“Kuk…… Jae…… Haa.”
The ironic thing was that the same was true for Kyungwoo.
It didn’t take long to use up all six that Seo Jaeha had brought out.
More than half was wasted focusing on direct pleasure like before, and afterward, the rest was used by Jaeha on Kyungwoo. When they reached the truly dizzying point, there was nothing left.
After feeling climax twice, Jaeha tried to separate their bodies. Although it was a matter of life and death, Kyungwoo sent a signal not to do so, as he was an adult who knew that people don’t die easily despite expectations. But manners were important, and Jaeha’s bag was farther away than expected.
“Robe pocket.”
When he whispered in a severely scratchy and sunken voice, Jaeha understood quickly. With his body overlapping on top of Kyungwoo, he only lowered his arm to grab the robe, then quickly searched through the pockets.
Pulling out a handful of plastic-wrapped packages stamped with a high-end brand logo that was one of the best around here, he burst into low laughter.
“In its own way, it’s luxury goods. But who are you trying to kill by bringing this many?”
“I’m the one who’s dying. This is ridiculous.”
“Then…… should we stop?”
“Who was it that asked earlier why I was saying meaningless things?”
With that, Kyungwoo stared at Jaeha, who was still full of energy.
“Who was it?”
That shameless, corrupt prosecutor bastard grinned and approached again.
His heart and lungs, which had been resting briefly, detected the violent activity again and began pumping vigorously.
‘How many times did we do it?’
They emptied everything to the end. The supplies they’d prepared barely met demand.
‘Next time I might have to prepare boxes.’
Seo Jaeha was well-versed in the five senses in the realm of different races, but he didn’t know even he himself would get this excited.
Great expectations usually lead to great disappointments, but this time was an exception. It was good to the point of being bewildering. They say it’s not easy for the person lying down to feel it from the start. It was as if he’d been born for that act.
What drew out this rather embarrassing talent was none other than Seo Jaeha’s skillfulness. He was well aware that his size was impressive, and even while rushing urgently, he carefully soothed Kyungwoo.
‘He must be objectively good at it.’
It showed signs of abundant dating experience. The exceptional communication skills, or knowing that you don’t necessarily need to wash your hair when showering beforehand.
An attractive man in his early thirties who was handsome and had a solid profession would have had three or four lovers, and among them there would have been relationships he’d taken seriously.
‘How did it come to this?’
Just a few months ago, Kyungwoo didn’t even know Jaeha existed. When he first learned of him, the first impression was the worst, and he’d used his shoulder to threaten him, and had even lost his mind and ambushed him with a steel pipe.
‘Rolling around in one bed.’
He turned his gaze to the side. Jaeha, whose stamina had exploded unlike a prosecutor, was now sleeping like he was dead.
His long arm, with his nose and lips pressed right against Kyungwoo’s temple, leisurely crossed Kyungwoo’s stomach. Jaeha’s leg, half-overlapping his body, was still tangled with Kyungwoo’s leg. Among the toes sticking out from the crumpled white sheet, it wasn’t easy to tell which ones were his.
Contrary to the drowsiness, his senses became increasingly vivid. Especially below the waist, a dull pain that was hard to describe continued. There were also sharp pains from time to time.
A sigh escaped on its own when he imagined getting up to wash.
“What…… time is it?”
He hadn’t really made much noise, but Jaeha woke up.
“I don’t know.”
“Now that I’ve relaxed, I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.”
It was the same thing he’d said before, but the difference was that back then his pronunciation was clear, and now his pronunciation was mercilessly slurred with sleepiness.
“Wake up first before talking.”
“How cold.”
The man with the large build suddenly started whining and hugged Kyungwoo tightly like a doll. The arm that had been hanging limply pulled the body backward, and his waist and hips moved automatically.
“Kuk.”
Kyungwoo unknowingly bit down hard on his molars. It hurt terribly. It was his first time going against biological nature, and although they’d started as carefully and gently as possible, the fact that he’d been overworked as a result was undeniable.
Half was his own responsibility, but the other half was the other party’s responsibility, and moreover, extreme anger rose at the fact that this guy, who had neither the thought nor the ability to share this pain at all, had caused excruciating pain with a small action done carelessly. His elbow reacted first.
Thwack.
“Keok.”
The guy who’d been struck in the stomach screamed and trembled. At the same time, one of the arms wrapped around Kyungwoo’s waist fell away.
The guy who’d been ambushed while half-asleep was irritated.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t touch me carelessly since it hurts.”
If he could, he wanted to infuse his voice with murderous intent. But after the long and intense lovemaking, his voice had cracked and become hoarse in all directions.
“It hurts?”
Still, Jaeha, who understood what he meant, sat up. He tried to pull back the sheet covering Kyungwoo. In that instant, Kyungwoo mobilized all his strength to stop him.
“Didn’t you hear me tell you not to touch me?”
“No, you said it hurts.”
“So? Will something change if you look?”
“No, just.”
“I’ll take care of it myself, so I’d appreciate it if you’d turn off your interest.”
When he cut him off firmly, Jaeha complained, “Take care of it yourself, my ass,” but didn’t pull the sheet anymore. Instead, he got out of bed.
As the mattress shook, another wave of pain passed through. When he frowned and glared, Jaeha smiled as if a bit troubled and said, “Alright,” then headed to the bathroom.
Swoooosh.
The sound of pouring water could be heard through the door that wasn’t properly closed. A hot bath was desperately needed. But it was hard to move because of that son of a bitch. Moreover, he terribly hated showing an unsightly appearance of staggering like a newborn fawn.
He planned to go to the bathroom once that beast-like guy, who immediately focused on his stomach as soon as his lower half was satisfied, went out to find food.
The shower sound stopped and Jaeha appeared, having roughly dried off. Completely ignoring Kyungwoo, he found new underwear from the bag over there and put it on, then went straight out of the room.
Following that, he put back on the pants he’d left in the bathroom over there, and while showing his upper body, he roughly touched his hair while looking in the mirror.
“You can’t go out together, right?”
“Can’t you tell by looking?”
“Don’t you need anything?”
“I’d like the son of a bitch who beat me to a pulp to get out of my sight as quickly as possible.”
“Don’t blame me so much when you enjoyed it yourself too. If you’d told me to stop, I would have stopped.”
Jaeha spouted nonsense that wasn’t even worth calling words while putting back on the shirt he’d hung on the chair.
“You don’t mean it’s my fault, do you?”
If lasers could shoot from a person’s eyes, wouldn’t it be this very moment? Kyungwoo thought that as he felt his unusually hot eyeballs.
“No, well.”
Jaeha, who made an awkward expression, grabbed the car keys.
After Jaeha left, he couldn’t stay like this, so he slowly got up. Reciting every curse that existed in the world, he headed slowly, or rather, almost crawling to the bathroom.
His limbs moved of their own accord. It felt like all his joints had been pulled out and reassembled in a mess. Although muscle pain hadn’t come yet, he was already afraid of how much it would hurt tomorrow morning.
As soon as he forced himself into the bathtub, he started filling it with water. Hot water began to slowly rise from the bottom. The moment he leaned his back against the tub and let out a long sigh toward the ceiling, something hot escaped from inside his body.
“……Damn.”
It couldn’t be traces of Seo Jaeha. It was probably the gel they’d used generously enough to empty an entire tube. Even so, he felt infinitely dirty and wanted to grab that bastard by the collar. Or grab his own hair for letting it continue vaguely to this point.
After filling the water generously, he moved only his toes to turn off the faucet. The buoyancy from the hot water alleviated the pain, and above all, began to relax the screaming muscles.
He became drowsy again. His eyes blinked closed and open repeatedly, then he sank deeply into the water. At that moment, he heard a presence outside.
“Are you in the bathroom?”
Without even hearing an answer, Jaeha opened the door and thrust his upper body in.
“Pwah.”
Kyungwoo, who sat up, swept back the hair streaming down. Jaeha’s gaze looking this way was hot.
“What are you looking at?”
“Something good.”
The impudent grinning face was annoying. But that was all. He had neither the means to stop Jaeha from approaching, nor the will to refuse him as he sat on the edge of the tub and lightly touched his wet hair with his hand.
His finger joints wandered near the cheekbones, then his thumb touched his lower lip. The swollen lip was pushed away following the finger that moved lazily. His mouth dried as if burning with desire from the trivial action. Unknowingly trying to moisten his lips with his tongue, he ended up licking Jaeha’s thumb.
The gaze of the man looking down at him narrowed even more. His handsome lips drew a long arc. The teasing look itself was bad for the heart.
“If you’re going to kiss me, do it quickly and leave.”
“You’re really a master at killing the mood.”
Jaeha, who complained lightly, bent down and kissed him. Among the things he’d requested before, proactive kissing was put into practice through this relationship.
The kiss where tongues tangled before lips even touched continued somewhat messily, somewhat desperately. The large hand gripping the bathtub firmly bulged white. Kyungwoo’s instep braced against the other end of the tub was the same. As much as Jaeha bent down, Kyungwoo raised his chin.
Chwup. Chok.
“Heo-eok heo-eok.”
Without distinguishing who, they both exhaled rough breaths. If he were to be faithful to instinct, it would be fine to pull Seo Jaeha into the bathtub as is. But he was more worried about aftereffects he couldn’t handle.
“I want to do more, but I have to think about you.”
Pretending to be a gentleman in his own way, Seo Jaeha withdrew first. He slightly lifted Kyungwoo’s bangs that had become disheveled during the kiss, then stood up from his spot.
“I left medicine on the powder room table. Instructions for use are enclosed in the medicine box.”
“Medicine?”
Jaeha, who was about to leave the bathroom, turned around.
“Your first experience was too intense, you see. You must have abrasions. Apply it thoroughly all the way inside. If you can’t do it, call me.”
Heat rushed up in an instant.
