When Wooyeon tried to raise his upper body while gripping the bed sheets at that unfamiliar sensation, Jeonghan grabbed and pressed down on his neck from behind. Jeonghan was erect again.
“Let go, Kwon Jeonghan!”
“Stay still, knotting is over but I’m not done yet.”
“Ah! Ngh, I don’t want…!”
The anal that had been spread to its limit tightened again as if to bite off Jeonghan’s penis. When Jeonghan let out a satisfied sigh from behind, Wooyeon’s thin back flinched and trembled. The excitement swallowed the pain in an instant.
“Haa, ha, don’t! It hurts, I said it hurts…… I don’t… want……”
The wet skin rubbed against the flesh mercilessly thrusting in. What was dripping onto the sheets wasn’t just tears. His whole body had become as sensitive as an erogenous zone, and Wooyeon’s mind was completely jumbled.
Wooyeon screamed as if pleading without even knowing what he was saying. The penis still erect like a weapon dug into Wooyeon’s vaginal opening and stabbed his spot. The pleasure now completely dominated Wooyeon to the point where he couldn’t even remember what pain was like. His exposed bare skin flinched and trembled each time Jeonghan thrust.
“Always lying.”
Jeonghan’s voice as he said that was mixed with laughter. It seemed he had seen through that Wooyeon was lying.
“Sunbae earlier, huu…… you don’t know you came continuously even while sleeping.”
“Ahh, ah, no. I wasn’t… asleep……”
“This is the first time I’ve seen someone burst like a fountain while sleeping, even for me.”
When Jeonghan turned the prone Wooyeon’s body to lie on his side and thrust in again with a thud, Wooyeon’s body trembled violently as if convulsing. The semen that had become as thin as it could be shot out long from Wooyeon’s penis and splattered on his body that had gotten wet and dry again.
“Ngh!”
“Ha, fuck……”
“Haah.”
Wooyeon exhaled rapid breaths. His consciousness, which seemed about to slip away at any moment, traversed between heaven and hell.
Jeonghan rubbed with his palm from Wooyeon’s flat stomach wet with semen and love fluid up to his chest. Each time the slippery, sticky liquid tangled on his smooth skin, a burning hot stimulation arose as if scorched by heat.
“Heu, hic! S-stop…!”
It was already after ejaculating several times. The pleasure pouring onto his sensitive body was difficult to handle. Wooyeon cried while clutching Jeonghan’s arm, but Jeonghan never gave in easily at times like this.
Jeonghan, who had straightened his waist, concentrated while holding both of Wooyeon’s ankles with one hand. With the even more intense thrusting, each time Jeonghan’s thighs hit Wooyeon’s buttocks, love fluid splashed onto the sheets.
“Haah! Heu, ngh! Jeong, Jeonghan…!”
At the thrusting coming in at an angle different from usual, Wooyeon shook his head and cried. His hair wet with tears was stuck to the reddened area around his eyes.
“Haah……”
Each time he thrust hard into Wooyeon’s vaginal opening, Jeonghan’s firm muscles rippled. As if something wasn’t satisfactory, Jeonghan, who pushed back his hair wet with his own sweat somewhat irritably, laid Wooyeon’s body completely flat on the bed.
At the momentarily stopped movement, Wooyeon, beaten to a pulp, barely exhaled thin breaths. His buttocks, reddened as if beaten by friction, were completely wet while pierced by Jeonghan’s penis.
“Cry more.”
Jeonghan grabbed and spread Wooyeon’s gathered legs to both sides as they were. When Wooyeon’s pink, half-erect penis without pubic hair, covered in semen, was revealed, Jeonghan laughed lowly.
“Pretty.”
Jeonghan, who had lifted Wooyeon’s ankles, kissed the inside of his ankles in small pecks while laughing. Just that made the muscles inside his thighs pull and reflexively tightened his anal. His thin legs caught in his hands dangled limply. Jeonghan, who made eye contact with Wooyeon looking up at him while sobbing, smiled with a pfft and spread Wooyeon’s legs to the limit again.
“Look at this, sunbae spreads too well.”
Without even the strength to answer, Wooyeon could only look at him while sobbing.
“How can I be at ease? Not knowing which son of a bitch will spread sunbae again.”
The penis that had slipped out smoothly with semen was already standing firm again and slowly dug into Wooyeon’s inner flesh. At the frustratingly slow speed, he could feel his tired sexual senses tensing up sharply. Huu, Jeonghan, who had caught his breath, pressed down on Wooyeon’s spread thighs and straightened his waist.
“Stop, ah! Ahh, hngh! Ngh!”
Soon the angry penis plunged down from top to bottom with the force to split his body. Wooyeon panted and convulsed as if struck by lightning. He felt like he was going to die. No, he was certain he would die like this.
Unable to breathe, Jeonghan’s sweat fell onto Wooyeon’s chest that was rising and falling rapidly. Soon Wooyeon’s hand that had been clutching the bed sheets lost consciousness and swayed limply beneath Jeonghan.
* * *
How much time had passed? His index finger twitched and moved, then soon Wooyeon slowly opened his eyes. As if someone had cut the film, both time and memory had disappeared in an instant.
As if he had forgotten how to breathe, Wooyeon consciously exhaled. The lighting that had been on when he briefly regained consciousness earlier was still illuminating Wooyeon with a dim light.
When he slightly shifted his body to look to the side, Jeonghan wasn’t there. When Wooyeon immediately raised his arm to lift his upper body, his naked body was revealed under the sheet that had fallen away. Messy bruises were scattered over his white body that was sharply thin. When he lifted his waist, an unspeakable pain immediately rose from below, and Wooyeon grimaced.
Wooyeon’s gaze searching for Jeonghan by turning his head stopped at the terrace attached to the bedroom. In the still black dawn, Jeonghan was there in that darkness. The light from Jeonghan’s lighter illuminated his face like a plaster statue through the night air, then disappeared leaving only a small dot.
“Ah…!”
When he stepped his feet below the bed, Wooyeon let out a moan as if pain washed over him again. His creaking body felt abnormal. He resented him for calmly smoking a cigarette after slashing at someone else’s body like this.
Wooyeon wrapped himself in a thin sheet over his body where semen had dried and went out to the terrace where Jeonghan was. The sensation of the semen he had messily spilled between his legs flowing down was vivid.
“You woke up already? Sleep a bit more.”
Jeonghan bent the finger holding the cigarette and extended his arm further outside the terrace. It was because Wooyeon usually didn’t like the smell of Jeonghan’s cigarettes.
He knew the world didn’t work according to logic, but this was the first time it hit so close to home. He suddenly wanted to smoke the cigarette in Jeonghan’s hand. When Wooyeon extended his arm through the sheet to take the cigarette held between Jeonghan’s fingers, Jeonghan avoided it by pulling his arm further back.
“What are you doing?”
“Give it to me.”
“Sunbae, you don’t smoke.”
“What does it matter?”
Jeonghan’s expression seemed both flustered and absurd.
In the end, Wooyeon, who had snatched the cigarette from Jeonghan’s hand, hesitantly brought the hand clumsily holding the cigarette to his lips. The small light of the cigarette flickered over his skin that was white to the point of being pale.
Decadence brushed across his pure and desolate face. His long eyelashes hanging over his tear mole trembled. Wooyeon held the cigarette filter that Jeonghan had in his mouth with his plump lips.
“Cough! Cough, cough…!”
It was even before properly inhaling the cigarette smoke. As if he had expected it, Jeonghan caught the staggering Wooyeon and took the cigarette from his hand. The cigarette that had been long in Jeonghan’s hand was crushed limply.
“Cough, cough!”
He was angry at himself for not being able to properly smoke even a single cigarette. Others say they forget their worries while smoking, but it seems even that wasn’t allowed for him.
Jeonghan patted the shoulders of Wooyeon, who was coughing. Not liking even that, Wooyeon raised his head. His lips, abused the previous night, were crushed over the back of his hand. Jeonghan was looking at Wooyeon while letting out a shallow sigh.
“That’s why, why are you suddenly trying to do something you hate?”
“……”
Whose fault is all this? After sex, in the early dawn, his emotions weren’t controlled well. Whether it was because of the spicy cigarette smoke or the overwhelming emotions, tears rolled down without him knowing, and Wooyeon quickly wiped his cheeks.
Jeonghan, who had thrown away the cigarette he’d crushed earlier into the ashtray on the table placed on the terrace, took out one more cigarette from the cigarette case. It was that cigarette he had bought when they reunited at the convenience store more than five years ago. It was a long time ago, but he even remembered the woman who had been next to him then. If Jeonghan knew, it would be absurd, but whether it was because the alcohol hadn’t worn off yet, jealousy burst out carelessly.
“Are you worried?”
Jeonghan asked while lighting the new cigarette. His manly sharp nose bridge and jawline were receiving the light. Not knowing what he meant by asking, Wooyeon looked at Jeonghan without answering. Jeonghan turned his head so the cigarette smoke wouldn’t go to Wooyeon and exhaled the smoke.
“Isn’t it because you’re worried about your father’s matter?”
For a moment, Wooyeon’s eyes wavered. He had forgotten. He had completely forgotten. More than anything, it wasn’t because of his father that Wooyeon wanted to go astray and was suffering.
Not knowing he himself was the cause, Jeonghan calmly smoked his cigarette. He even resented that sight. When Jeonghan deeply inhaled the cigarette, his thin cheeks hollowed deeply, then the darkness blurred in the long exhaled smoke.
“I met him, not long ago.”
“……What?”
Words he hadn’t even imagined came out of Jeonghan’s mouth. Wooyeon blinked with a face that had gone pale. The tears that had been precariously hanging fell to his toes with a plop.
“It’s probably resolved, so there won’t be anything to torment sunbae.”
“What do you mean by that?”
His whole body trembled. Wooyeon tried hard to understand what Jeonghan meant. The feeling of hoping against hope swelled like a snowball and kept rolling down.
