“Hah, yeah! Let go, let… go, ngh!”
Munyeong couldn’t move at all — which only made the sensation of being thrust into that much more acute. And with the relentless, merciless pounding, even the little flesh on Munyeong’s cheeks trembled. Thud, thud — he was being driven in all the way to the root, hard enough for his balls to slap against Munyeong’s ass.
“Ha…. Can I, can I come inside?”
“Hnn, ngh! Down there… something feels… ngh!”
“Im Munyeong. Munyeong…. Hm?”
Reason had left Haejeong’s eyes entirely — only a blazing heat remained. He pulled Munyeong — who was squirming, begging to be let go, begging him to stop — even harder into his arms, and started pressing again.
“Inside… I’m asking if I can come inside, hm?”
“Ngh, yeah. I don’t— I don’t kn—”
“Inside your stomach, my cum… can I come inside.”
“Ngh, yeah, yeah!”
It was impossible to tell consent from moaning — but Munyeong was pleading for it to end, please, just end. Either way, even if he’d said no, Haejeong had been prepared to coax him into it. He had every intention of spilling his cum deep, deep inside — as deep as it would go. It would be the first mark that proved Munyeong was truly his. It was the first time he’d ever done it without a condom to begin with. No matter how out of his mind he got, putting on a condom was just something Haejeong always did out of habit. Sex was something to enjoy — but cleanliness was non-negotiable. He didn’t go raw with just anyone. Leaving his traces inside someone else’s body was something he had always found utterly repellent. Always had.
And yet right now, all he wanted was to fill him up completely. He wanted that flat stomach swollen with his cum. A childish, ridiculous thought kept bubbling up and boiling over.
“I’m going to come, okay?”
Haejeong pressed again, whispering. Munyeong’s face looked like he could no longer hear anything at all.
He bit down into Munyeong’s nape and shoulder and drove himself in to the very hilt — nowhere further left to go — and then let out a low, strangled sound as he released everything he’d been holding back. It went on for quite a long time, and even then Haejeong kept moving in small, continuous pulses, not missing a single moment of it.
“Ngh, ah!”
“Ha…. Ngh.”
Both of them let out choked, breathless moans and came at the same time. With a wet rush, thin, watery cum spilled weakly from Munyeong’s flushed cock. The strange sensation of something reaching all the way inside made his groin shudder. Haejeong scattered ragged, lewdly labored breaths, veins standing out on his forehead. His flushed, burning face left nothing to hide about how overwhelmed he was.
Only after the movement stopped could the two of them finally breathe. Munyeong especially let his body go completely slack, his face the picture of a man who had just barely survived. But Haejeong couldn’t even wait that long — he was already mouthing at Munyeong’s nape, his face, his collarbone, lips brushing everywhere without rest.
“…St, stop it…….”
He’d been seen in every undignified state possible — but none of this had become natural to Munyeong yet, and he shrank back, trying to dodge the persistent, wandering lips. And then.
Squelch.
The wet, slick sound from below made Munyeong look up at him with a startled, wide-eyed expression. Haejeong was smiling like the devil.
“D-don’t tell me—”
“When I come inside… it’s smoother, isn’t it?”
There was no space left between them where they were joined, yet his pale liquid was dripping down steadily. Like a lubricant doing its work, the slick, obscene sound tormented Munyeong’s ears.
“I’m, I’m exhausted, give me a moment….”
“I told you. I’m going all night.”
“Ha… please, d-don’t move. Okay?”
The cum leaking from inside made everything squelch and slick. Just as he’d said — the movement had become distinctly easier because of it — but that also meant Munyeong had grown that much more sensitive. His threshold felt dramatically lower now, and every languid roll of the hips made his throat catch and tighten.
“One more time.”
“Ha….”
At that low, insistent urging, Munyeong looked anguished, like he was about to cry.
“Just once.”
“…Ngh….”
“…Can’t you feel it?”
“…….”
“My cock isn’t going soft. Hm?”
He made a point of rolling his hips, cock shifting inside as if to demonstrate. The head nudged gently against a sensitive spot, teasing it with short, light prods.
“Come one more time… and I’ll let you sleep.”
“……Hnn… r-really… just once…?”
One more time probably won’t hurt, Munyeong thought, and looked up at him with uncertain eyes. A secret smile curved Haejeong’s lips. He gave no answer — just lifted his hips again and drove himself back in to the root. Having come three times in a row, Munyeong had been wound to an unbearable sensitivity, and his back arched sharply.
“Ah, ngh!”
“Haa…….”
Haejeong drew in a scorching breath and lifted both of Munyeong’s legs. His hips rose off the bed, and the place where they were joined was laid completely bare. The cum that had leaked out trickled through the tight-sealed gap and ran down Munyeong’s inner thigh. Haejeong’s eyes fixed on that sight, something fierce and dark swirling in them. He licked his lips and then slammed down from above, hard — one more time. Munyeong’s head knocked against the headboard from the force of the thrust, and he writhed. A deep, swelling satisfaction bloomed in Haejeong’s chest, and he let go of the last thread of his reason and began to move in earnest, mindlessly, endlessly.
Beyond the bedroom window, the dark of night pressed full and heavy. But the two bare figures reflected in the glass cared nothing for the quiet of a world asleep — they kept moving, kept shaking, without end. And it didn’t stop even as dawn broke. The rising sun gradually threw its light across two naked bodies, but the sheets kept rising and falling without cease, and the sounds of breathless, burning gasps filled the room through the whole of the night.
Haejeong stood in front of the bathroom mirror and ran his hand slowly along his newly smooth jaw. It had been weeks since he’d shaved. He was someone who always paid meticulous attention to his appearance, so going this long without shaving was a first. A month when even that had felt pointless.
But the Haejeong in the mirror looked remarkably fresh. He turned his head left and right with satisfaction, checking his own face. Suddenly, last night came back to him — pressing his cheek against Munyeong’s face, kissing him, and Munyeong mumbling in a small, whiny voice that it scratched. Fuck, that was so fucking cute. Haejeong let out a small, helpless laugh.
The quiet laugh grew gradually louder, until Haejeong was gripping the edge of the sink with both hands, head bobbing with laughter he couldn’t contain. He looked exactly like a man dying of happiness.
“God, honestly….”
Such a kid. It scratches, he says — how adorable a thing to whine about.
Still chuckling after quite a long while, Haejeong finally stepped out of the bathroom. Since it was connected directly to the bedroom, the first thing he saw when he came out was the wide, sprawling bed where they’d spent all of last night. It was big enough for three adults to sleep in with room to spare — a bed he’d gone to great lengths to have brought in from overseas because nothing in Korea came close. He’d always been particular about where he slept.
Munyeong was supposed to be there — passed out cold, dead to the world. And Haejeong was supposed to be looking down at him with quiet, satisfied contentment. That was the morning routine he’d had in mind. But Munyeong was nowhere to be seen. And on top of that, the sheets — which had been in complete disarray — had been stripped and tidied away entirely.
Haejeong stepped out of the bedroom with a blank look on his face. Had he already disappeared? Growing increasingly frantic, he began looking around in every direction.
“Im Munyeong….”
What if — what if he’d changed his mind again, and—
“Im Munyeong…!”
Haejeong’s face went serious as he threw open the bathroom door. But it was empty. He threw open the door to the next room without thinking. Empty too.
“Im Munyeong!”
Haejeong’s desperate call echoed through the hollow apartment like a reverb. And then.
The back door connecting to the laundry room clicked open.
“…Hm? Did you call…?”
He must have heard the shout — Munyeong poked his head through the door, now dressed in the clothes he’d been wearing the day before. He took in the sight of Haejeong standing there, chest heaving, expression utterly lost — and approached him with a puzzled look.
“…What’s wrong? Did, did something happen…?”
Munyeong asked worriedly, scanning Haejeong’s face with startled eyes.
“Ha…. Fuck.”
Only then did the relief hit. His heart had nearly stopped. He’d thought he was gone again. Thought he’d changed his mind just like that, or gotten angry after being kept up all night and walked out. Just… an inexplicable anxiety had lodged itself somewhere in his chest. Unlike himself, Im Munyeong was quick to give up and easy to walk away — the fear that he could leave at any moment had quietly taken root somewhere near his heart.
