He really hated it. Approaching thirty, Hui-myeong was sincerely ashamed of himself, whose only confident skill was offering his asshole.
‘Would I have been a bit less pathetic if I had been with hyung?’
Hui-myeong imagined something that didn’t exist with his eyes tightly shut. After energetically doing his share of work and getting off work, eating dinner together at home and chattering about what happened that day, taciturn Geum-gang would quietly listen to the story. Sometimes he would crack bland jokes, and on other days, he would get worked up and curse together. Hui-myeong grabbed the bed sheet while recalling that day that could never be realized.
“Why are you tensing up so much today?”
Do-ha laughed as if it was ridiculous and spread between his thighs with his knee. Hui-myeong opened his eyes to confirm who the person in front of him was. If I resist more here, he’ll get annoyed. Hui-myeong knew his emotional stages precisely. Since he had even worked overtime, he shouldn’t resist anymore and should act obediently.
When Hui-myeong relaxed, Do-ha brought his hard genitals, spread with gel, to the hole.
“Hng…”
The sensation of slippery pre-cum tracing the folds of the hole was vivid. Though he thought he hated it until just before, his body expected the familiar pleasure. Since he was conditioned, it couldn’t be helped. The more he enjoyed pleasure, the more sensitively his body was developed, so he naturally got more excited the more they did it.
‘He’s not even loosening me up.’
Since sex was always led by Do-ha, services like carefully loosening the inside before insertion were usually skipped. Moreover, Do-ha already knew Hui-myeong’s hole too well, so he clearly knew how to smoothly insert with just gel.
As soon as the thick glans forcibly dug inside, the heavy pillar followed in.
“Ha, huk!”
Though he was used to receiving his thing, the start was always burdensome like this.
“Your haircut is pretty.”
Do-ha, who was ghostly sharp about Jung Hui-myeong, quickly noticed he had cut his hair. As if words weren’t enough, he kissed Hui-myeong’s forehead. From the soft contact that fell with a smack, Hui-myeong felt deep affection.
“Ha, thank goodness.”
No matter how tiresome it was, Do-ha was the only one who cherished him tirelessly like this without getting tired.
“Ngh, how was the trainer?”
“He was, okay. Ah! Ordinary, hng!”
Hui-myeong omitted things like the trainer telling him about diver watches or photo search methods.
“At the department store, nothing happened?”
“Hngh, coo, cookies. I ate cookies. They said new, ones came in, hak! It was, delicious.”
Everyone else came in twos and threes. Only I was alone. I wish I had friends too. Such sincerity would only provoke Do-ha’s mood.
“Good job. Ugh!”
As he pushed his lower body in with a thud sound, Do-ha’s brow faintly furrowed. Since they were in such a familiar sexual relationship, sharing daily life in the middle of such strong insertion was also nothing special.
“Ah! Myeong-ah. Lift your waist a little.”
“Mmng!”
When Hui-myeong lifted his waist into the air, Do-ha grabbed his pelvis and pounded violently.
While receiving his intense insertion, Hui-myeong recalled Geum-gang he saw today again.
‘Don’t act cute in front of me, it’s fucking annoying.’
He acted as if trying to deny all the time he spent with Hui-myeong in the past. When he still hadn’t forgotten anything.
That can’t be true. How were we back then. In the pleasure digging below, Hui-myeong inserted Geum-gang’s face. How could he forget when the rough but kind tone, the sincerity that was shy despite his build, were all so vivid?
“Mmng, ha, ton, hyung.”
“Hyung?”
Before he could even detect what words popped out without him realizing, Do-ha stopped moving. His spine froze instinctively at the air that became chilly in an instant.
“Ton, tongue. Give me. Mmng. Do-ha.”
Hui-myeong acted cute while hugging his neck. Do-ha laughed and roughly shoved his lips in. His judgment seemed to have blurred in his excited state. Simple bastard. In a way, Do-ha was also the easiest person in the world for Hui-myeong to handle.
“Yeah, ha, do it harder.”
Then, as if he’d been waiting, Do-ha lifted Hui-myeong’s lower body and stood up from his seat. Do-ha pressed Hui-myeong’s back against the wall and continued thrusting roughly. It was a position where Hui-myeong felt exceptionally more because of the precarious floating sensation in midair.
“Ahhng, hnngh! Ha, faster, hng, do it faster.”
The heated inside of his hole bubbled and simmered. That sensation felt exactly like his lingering attachment to Geum-gang, so he wanted to scrape it out or pound it away—get rid of it all.
“Why are you so turned on today?”
Do-ha’s lips curved up at Hui-myeong’s unusually active behavior. He could smile just from the simple fact that Hui-myeong wanted him.
“I was waiting. You came home late.”
Hui-myeong kissed him with unfocused eyes. Everything about Do-ha was disgusting, but sex alone still fit together perfectly. He found the arousal points in one go and knew exactly where, how, and how much to scratch to make Hui-myeong lose his reason.
From when he was forced to have his first experience with Do-ha until now, he’d only had relations with him. So it was no exaggeration to say that Hui-myeong’s inside fit as if tailored to Do-ha’s cock.
“Fuck, hng, Jung Hui-myeong. Your insides are fucking hot today.”
Do-ha muttered as he squeezed Hui-myeong’s buttocks as if to burst them.
Even while they hotly embraced each other, Hui-myeong’s mind was entirely filled with Geum-gang. He wanted to erase everything he’d heard from him. He wanted to believe that he hadn’t changed, that he would still like him.
“Ha, Do-ha, ngh. I love you. Mmng, huk! Hngh!”
He comforted himself saying he’d forgotten, but in truth he’d waited a long time and missed him all along. If only these eyes burning hotly into him were Kang-i hyung’s, if only it were Kang-i hyung digging through his tender flesh and giving him pleasure. Hui-myeong received Do-ha’s while harboring endless greed.
Unaware that the lovely man before his eyes was mixing bodies with him while imagining sex with his first love, Do-ha continued his passionate hip movements.
***
After sex ended, Hui-myeong lay on his side looking at Do-ha. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t asleep. Feeling Hui-myeong’s innocent gaze, Do-ha’s lips curved up slightly.
“Why are you staring?”
“Just. I guess I really wanted to see you today.”
Hui-myeong said while hugging his stomach. The abs irritably split down the center of his slender waistline were perfect as if someone had drawn them. Moderately raised chest muscles, straight broad shoulders, arm muscles split as if carved by an expert.
When dressed, he just looked like someone with a good figure, but when undressed, you could tell how meticulous the owner of this body was. Making Hui-myeong look good through management was his hobby, but he was also very harsh on himself. Since his daily life outside meant he couldn’t breathe comfortably even once, Do-ha liked these moments at home having sex with Hui-myeong and unwinding.
Do-ha slowly opened his eyes and stroked Hui-myeong’s hair.
“Why are you saying pretty things today?”
“Just.”
Hui-myeong quietly scratched the sheets with his fingertips, contemplating what to say.
“Do you remember my mom’s name?”
“Jung Myeong-hui?”
At Do-ha’s answer without hesitation, Hui-myeong felt inexplicably pleased. Remembering even old trivial things must be a sign of love.
“You remember.”
“It’s a hard name to forget.”
Recalling that time, Do-ha let out a cold laugh.
“What did you think when you first learned that name?”
“That she had absolutely no intention of raising a son. Something like that?”
“You’re right.”
At his answer, Hui-myeong’s lips fell as if they’d never been bright.
When Geum-gang learned Hui-myeong’s mother’s name, he was upset as if it were his own problem. But Do-ha was the opposite. He probably would have been pleased, thinking that a woman who carelessly named her child like that would be easy to take the son from.
Sadly, his prediction was correct. Jung Myeong-hui signed over her son to the number five thousand without even haggling. Jung Hui-myeong of that time, who was too scared of Do-ha, was forcibly dragged away without even knowing that the contract was strange or wrong.
“Your expression hasn’t been good lately.”
Do-ha asked while stroking Hui-myeong’s cheek.
“Just. When you get married, we’ll grow distant, right?”
“What are you talking about, suddenly?”
“Tell me in advance if you’re going to abandon me.”
Hui-myeong said while avoiding Do-ha’s gaze. Just imagining being abandoned by someone again after his mother made him feel depressed.
“What will you do if I tell you in advance?”
“Prepare myself mentally. Give me alimony too. Ten years makes it a common-law marriage or something like that, they say.”
“You even looked that up?”
Do-ha let out a hollow laugh, finding it absurd how seriously he was talking.
“They say when people get married, they abandon the dogs and cats they were raising.”
“I would have abandoned you if you were a dog or cat.”
Do-ha gazed at Hui-myeong’s lips with sticky eyes.
“If I could have abandoned you, I would have done it long ago.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he sucked Hui-myeong’s lips—chup, chup. A tender tone. Hui-myeong’s life became twisted by meeting him, but it was the same for Do-ha. Because he’s Do-ha who would do anything his family told him to, even getting married, just to get permission to keep living with Jung Hui-myeong.
