He felt so much that now he couldn’t think of anything. It was scary because this was the first time it felt this good. But aside from that, he also felt like he wanted to enjoy this moment as it was.
“Ngh. Ngh, Woo Ilkyung, haa.”
“Ahng, aah! Ah!”
Ha Daehoon’s voice calling his name at his ear felt so good and gentle that he felt like he’d come right away. But remembering that Ha Daehoon hadn’t come once while he’d come twice, Ilkyung tensed his lower abdomen to hold back. In doing so, he ended up clenching tight around Daehoon’s cock inside him.
“Ngh, why are you suddenly tightening? Hm? What felt good?”
“No, ngh, just a bit slower, aah! I feel it too much.”
Woo Ilkyung thought it was really strange. No matter how gay someone was, it was rare to feel pleasure from the first time being penetrated. Yet Woo Ilkyung wasn’t even gay but heterosexual. And such a person was feeling it like someone with lots of experience during his first penetrative sex. No matter how much men supposedly came endlessly when their prostate was stimulated, still, Woo Ilkyung seemed to be sensitive to sensations just as he said.
“What does it matter? Just come. It’s okay.”
“But aah, you haven’t once, ahng.”
This puppy seemed to be thinking about how he hadn’t come once. At that, Daehoon laughed lowly.
“You’re having quite, admirable thoughts. Ngh, but you’re, ngh, squeezing too much. Relax a little, okay?”
Daehoon said while stroking Ilkyung’s cheek. Ilkyung rubbed his cheek against Daehoon’s large palm as if acting spoiled.
“Ngh, mm. I’m going to come, I think you’re going to come too.”
“Yeah, you can come. You can come, Ilkyung-ah.”
“Ahng!”
The moment Daehoon called him “Ilkyung-ah,” Ilkyung couldn’t hold back and ended up coming endlessly. He squeezed his eyes shut and trembled, and from then Daehoon started moving his hips as if he’d been holding back until now.
“Ahng, ngh! Not now, not now, Director. I’m coming right now. Aah!”
When Daehoon moved Ilkyung’s legs over his shoulder, Ilkyung’s buttocks lifted a bit more. Daehoon started moving his hips as if driving in from top to bottom. Like hammering a large nail, Daehoon’s massive club-like member pounded Ilkyung’s inner walls. Ilkyung embraced Daehoon’s body and trembled violently. It was as if he’d been electrocuted. Regardless of his will, his thighs trembled and his lower body had no strength. But there was an even bigger problem than that.
“No, no. Wait, Director, wait, aah!”
“Ngh, ngh, kugh. Just come, Ilkyung-ah.”
“Aah, no, not that.”
“It’s okay. You can come. Ilkyung-ah, you can come.”
The two of them babbled any words randomly, not knowing what they were saying like people crazy with sex. Unable to gather his wits properly, Ilkyung felt something different from ejaculation right now. It wasn’t the urge to urinate either, and he couldn’t explain what it was.
“Ahng, aah! Ah! Hngh!”
“Ngh!”
The stream that burst from Ilkyung’s member dirtied Daehoon’s stomach and chest, and even his chin. Ilkyung wanted to hide his face anywhere, it didn’t matter where. But Daehoon disregarded it and hugged Ilkyung tightly. He hugged him tightly with all his strength as if embracing a truly beloved lover.
Daehoon pulled his member out of Ilkyung’s body.
“Hngh!”
Ilkyung flinched at the member that exited while tracing his inner walls.
“Is it hard?”
Daehoon asked while tying up and throwing away the condom. Ilkyung buried himself deeply in Daehoon’s embrace again. He had no strength in his body at all. Was it always like this after having sex? No matter how much he searched his memory, this was the first time for sex that felt like dying. Not just physically, but he felt so much his head was spinning.
“It’s too hard. I feel like I’m dying.”
“I’ll wash you up. Let’s go.”
“Wha—! No, I’ll go myself.”
“You won’t be able to walk right now. If I put you down on the floor, you’ll stagger like a newborn fawn. Don’t bother trying and just stay in my arms.”
In the end, Ilkyung put his arms around Daehoon’s neck and, too embarrassed, buried his face in his chest. Daehoon laughed softly and held Ilkyung well as he headed to the bathroom.
“I need to erase everything from my head.”
“What?”
“Just everything. It’s too embarrassing. How am I going to look at you at the Center later?”
Ilkyung muttered.
“What’s there to be embarrassed about? It’s not like you were the only one stark naked. There’s no need for that. Just look at my face when you see me, what’s the problem?”
Ilkyung was still embarrassed and hid his face more deeply. His heart was still beating too fast. Ilkyung was afraid that the sound of his heart like a runaway locomotive might reach Ha Daehoon’s ears.
**7. Back and Forth Rambling**
—Emergency! Emergency! Explosion Team Espers, prepare for dispatch! I repeat. Explosion Team Espers, please prepare for dispatch. At 17:41, a vehicle fire occurred near 100 meters before Hannam Bridge in the direction of Guri on Gangbyeon Bukro, Yongsan-gu, Seoul. Spatial teleportation Espers, please move immediately with telekinesis-type Espers. I repeat……
It had been quiet for a while. So they thought it would be okay. It had been quiet for about two weeks. The common points of the previous accidents had been discovered, but since nothing had happened for two weeks after the last incident, everyone thought the police could just wrap up the case. Then another accident broke out.
This time it was before a major bridge. And it was the most congested rush hour.
As soon as the broadcast went out inside the Center, all employees stopped what they were doing and listened to the broadcast. Ilkyung dry-washed his face. It was a situation with 19 minutes left until leaving work, and he’d been thinking he could leave work without incident today too.
Employees who had been thinking it was about time to leave work and do something all froze like ice in unison. Ilkyung, who had been thinking he should finish work and go home for the first time in a while to rest well, ground his teeth.
He’d almost died coming up to his place yesterday. No matter how smooth Director Ha’s car was with a ride quality that no other car could match, it wasn’t completely without vibration. Sex with a man was ecstatic enough to lose your mind, but the next day was so painful that it made you say shoot me dead with a gun instead.
When Ilkyung woke up, he was so flustered he just gaped. He thought his lower body had disappeared. Thinking he’d been in an accident or something, he wiped his sweaty palms on the blanket and carefully lifted the covers. Seeing his perfectly intact lower body, he let out a sigh of relief along with rising anger.
“Did you sleep well?”
To Ha Daehoon standing at the threshold asking, Ilkyung threw a pillow at him with all his temper. But Ha Daehoon caught it, which further provoked Woo Ilkyung’s temper.
“I thought my lower body was severed!”
“No way. I didn’t even do it hard. I did it so gently.”
Ilkyung glared at Daehoon, fuming. He couldn’t even sit properly. It still felt like his hole was gaping, and he felt something foreign in between. Though it probably wasn’t. His butt hurt too, and his waist felt like it would fall out. He just felt like teleporting home. There was no way he could ride in a car and go a long distance.
“Lie down a bit more. We can go slowly.”
“Even if you beat me to death right now, I can’t move.”
Ilkyung said sulkily and flopped back down. Then he groaned in pain again. Daehoon approached with a laugh as if he couldn’t be stopped.
“Should I massage you?”
“Wh-where?”
Ilkyung asked, terrified. He looked at him as if looking at a pervert.
“I’ll massage your waist. Just where were you thinking?”
At Daehoon’s words, Ilkyung narrowed his eyes and glared. As if asking why he was being treated like a pervert, do you know why I’m in this state right now, he had that kind of question in his look.
“Lie face down. I’ll massage your waist.”
When was he glaring—Ilkyung flipped over face down like a puppy showing its belly, just like that. When Daehoon put his hand on his slender waist, Ilkyung flinched.
“Relax. We can rest a bit more before going up.”
“Will we even be able to go by today? It hurts like I’m dying.”
“I’ll take responsibility and escort you home safely.”
Daehoon said and started gently massaging Ilkyung’s waist with his large hand.
“Aah, that’s good.”
Ilkyung made pained sounds like an old person. Daehoon laughed in a low voice and massaged with a bit more pressure.
“Haa, so good.”
It felt like the tense muscles were melting away. Was it because his hands were big? Or was it because his hands had good strength? It really felt refreshing.
