“Let’s move. Here is…”
In the sensation of the man’s arm suddenly entering around his waist, while Son Yowan flinched, his body was immediately lifted with a swoop.
“A bit. It seems weak.”
Barely swallowing the sound of “Uwah?”, the next moment it was the bed.
Son Yowan watched with wide eyes again as the Detective climbed on top of him, then opened his mouth.
“What is?”
The Detective, who had sat down with both knees planted on either side of Son Yowan’s waist, looked down at Son Yowan while removing his fur-lined outer garment. He added an explanation.
“What is weak…”
Then the Detective carelessly tossed the outer garment he’d removed to the side. Looking in that direction, Son Yowan realized his answer.
“The chair?”
“Yes…”
“Uh, is it old? It doesn’t seem very worn out though.”
Far from worn, both the surface and legs were so shiny it looked new.
“It’s fine for sitting, but weak for sex…”
Ah, that meaning.
“…”
“…”
“…”
“I’ll continue.”
Son Yowan thought the man had quite a strange talent. Though his movements showed fatigue to his fingertips as usual, he ‘molted’ that cumbersome uniform quickly. Yes, that was molting! Rather than undressing!
“But you know.”
Son Yowan muttered with squinted eyes.
His hands are really rough.
He squinted because the other person’s hand had suddenly entered inside his clothes.
“Yes.”
“Having some sex there wouldn’t break it, so what are you planning to do so vigorously?”
There was no sweet talk approaching closely as if brushing past, no languid movement coming between fingers to ticklishly caress the palm. Son Yowan thought the other person was rougher than usual, then…
Ah, it’s not that—is he clumsy?
Eventually changed his thinking.
Son Yowan secretly looked at the other person. He was certain. ‘Rough’ wasn’t right—’clumsy’ seemed correct.
The man now looking down at Son Yowan from above was objectively handsome. His complexion was somewhat haggard, but that was fine too. The haggard complexion harmonized with his delicate features to stimulate maternal or paternal love, or some maniacal desire… In short, it meant he had more than enough demand for his appearance.
Appearance-wise.
However, anyone seeing that man’s eyes lacking any spark, with an expression like he’d just finished two consecutive all-nighters, would instinctively realize. That fellow would definitely sleep during any time available for sex or romance rather than engage in those activities.
According to what Son Yowan had experienced, that Detective was actually like that. During times when he wasn’t dragging him around, he always lay flat like a corpse looking at the ceiling without even making breathing sounds. He was a human millions of light-years away from romance, of course, and anything sexual.
Though for someone like that, he did suddenly thrust in…
Son Yowan soon accepted that too. Even if that fellow is like that, he’s in his prime, so there might be days he wants to do it. Also, if well-cooked rice happens to be walking around talking about sex, he might want to grab it and set a meal.
“No… It will break. Probably.”
“It’s all made by professionals, so it won’t break that easily…”
Son Yowan stopped mid-sentence while answering, thinking the other person must be inexperienced and didn’t know better.
“Wait. That’s all well and good, Captain So-nim.”
Son Yowan first applied some social lubricant with the empty phrase “that’s all well and good” before getting to his actual business.
“I think you should ease up on your grip a bit.”
The other person’s hand that had gone beneath Son Yowan’s body was gripping one side of his waist and back with force, and the strength was so intense it hurt.
Tsk. Looks like it’ll leave marks.
He was big, but if you had to classify him, he was more slender than thick—so why was this guy’s grip so strong…
“Cap-tain-nim! Captain So-nim, ease up!”
Son Yowan, who had been grumbling inwardly without showing it, swallowed his breath as the hand gripping his waist practically wrung his flesh.
It hurts!
Damn it, even if this guy had no sex in his fortune and no technique in his horoscope, why is he using so much brute force!
“You don’t seem to know!”
Son Yowan barely managed to grab the other person’s forearm and panted.
“Sex is supposed to feel good for both parties, so ease up and do it…!”
Son Yowan stopped mid-sentence.
“Huh?”
Then he stared upward and made a rather bewildered sound.
The man gazed down at Son Yowan. There was no trace of tension in that expressionless face or in his downward gaze. It meant it wasn’t because he was inexperienced earlier—it was deliberate.
“Son Yowan-ssi.”
He called Son Yowan’s name and once again put strength into the hand gripping his waist.
“Does it hurt?”
Son Yowan thought his grimacing face served as an answer. However, the other person moved his hand to between his waist and shoulder blade, then gripped that spot as if wringing it again. This time Son Yowan couldn’t hold back and made a sharp sound.
“Captain…!”
“If so… you’re mistaken.”
Son Yowan froze.
What the hell is this bullshit?
The other person raised his empty hand and lightly rubbed Son Yowan’s sharp chin. Even while doing so, the man’s reddish-tinged brown tea-colored eyes never left Son Yowan.
He murmured.
“I’ll prove it… to you. Starting now.”
“Uh…!”
The weight that had been pressing down from above disappeared, and then his body was suddenly flipped over, making Son Yowan flail before quickly grabbing the sheets.
“If it truly hurts, please tell me. Son Yowan-ssi.”
However, before he could position himself, the other person’s hands came under his stomach and lifted his upper body, positioning him on all fours like a dog.
“But it won’t hurt.”
“Agh…!”
Something bit Son Yowan’s shoulder. Naturally, it was the man pressed against his back. As if that were some kind of signal, pain was inflicted throughout his entire body.
Large hands roughly kneaded the flesh between Son Yowan’s waist and shoulder blades, and hard teeth bit his nape, both shoulders, back, and waist. Son Yowan tried to escape even by crawling because it hurt, but he couldn’t move at all because of the arm firmly supporting his stomach and had to endure caresses that bordered on violence.
Fuck…!
Son Yowan pressed his forehead against the sheets while cursing like rap lyrics in his mind.
Sex my ass, might as well become impotent!
But, fuck. For Son Yowan, who was currently stuck half-naked (even fully naked in the important areas!) with that bastard, it was the most hollow curse he could make.
“Son Yowan-ssi.”
Son Yowan gritted his teeth. That bastard was wringing his waist again. Fuck, does he think my waist is laundry or something, why is he wringing it like this…
“Right now.”
He felt breath on his nape. Son Yowan felt a sensation as if every single hair on his body was standing on end. At the creepiness, he unconsciously curled his body inward. The movements of his nearby partner were all transmitted through his sensitized skin.
His mouth opens. His lips move little by little. The pointed part of his upper lip touched the back of his neck. Something hard, probably the other person’s front teeth, touched his skin—
“How is it…”
“Hngh…!”
He bit his neck.
At the same time as hard teeth forcefully bit his heated skin, the hand that had been gripping the space between his shoulder blades and waist kneaded his flesh with force.
“Does it hurt?”
It hurts!
“Does it hurt?”
It hurts, it hurts, it hu—…
“Ahh…!”
Son Yowan, who had been forcefully pushing his forehead against the sheets while crumpling the sheets with his nails, opened his eyes wide the next moment.
Crazy?
The sound he just made, anyone who heard it—meaning even he himself who heard it…
Before his thought was even finished, rude hands pressed Son Yowan into the bed, came under his knees, and spread one leg wide to the side. It was rough to the point of being fierce, but this time too Son Yowan let out a sound similar to before.
“Hnngh, ah…!”
It hurt. It really did.
“Ah! Ah! Ah, ah, ah…!”
Not to mention the teeth chewing his flesh and leaving marks all over, there was the rude grip crushing his inner thigh that had been pushed up to the side, and fingers recklessly digging into the intimate area exposed between his legs—there wasn’t a single place that didn’t hurt.
But.
“Ahhh! Ah! Aah!”
Fingers that had pushed through the heated entrance made thudding sounds as they thrust in. The movement was too bold and rough to be called foreplay loosening the entrance. Long fingers drenched in lubricant recklessly dug inside, groped the inner walls, came out, and then increased in number the next moment before going back in.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Every time the fingers went in and out, messy and violent sounds were made, and Son Yowan panted while rubbing his forehead against the sheets, tearing at the sheets, or when even that wasn’t possible, throwing his head back and panting. His skin dripping with sweat was almost pink now, and his parted lips and the tongue slightly visible between them were also flushed red from heat.
