112 – TIO

“Don’t hold back your sounds. It only makes it harder for you.”

Han Seung-jae’s tone was almost plain, as if he were being considerate of Seo Yi-kyung. Using the fingers that had been gripping Yi-kyung’s chin, Han Seung-jae pried his lips open.

“Ah, hng, ah, ngh.”

Perhaps because his tongue was being pressed down by the two fingers invading his parted lips, Seo Yi-kyung let out continuous sobbing sounds. They echoed throughout the entire bathroom. Han Seung-jae gripped Yi-kyung’s genitals, rubbing the tip of the glans and sliding his hand down the shaft. All the while, he ensured Yi-kyung could not close his lips.

Unable to endure it any longer, Yi-kyung reached forward, trying to brace himself against the sink. But since Han Seung-jae was still holding his chin, his wet fingertips merely brushed against the sink in a frantic scramble before slipping back.

Seo Yi-kyung felt as if the reflection in the mirror was a stranger. Every time Han Seung-jae massaged his genitals, erotic breaths leaked from his forced-open lips.

With every touch from Han Seung-jae, Yi-kyung’s waist swayed, and he felt waves of pleasure surging through his entire body. Because pheromones were flowing from Han Seung-jae’s body, Yi-kyung’s hole was equally drenched. It was enough to make the front of the pants Han Seung-jae was wearing damp.

Wet, squelching sounds emanated from Han Seung-jae’s hand. The sound echoed alternately from inside Yi-kyung’s mouth and from Han Seung-jae’s palm. Eventually, saliva that Yi-kyung couldn’t swallow began to leak between Han Seung-jae’s fingers.

“Hng, ugh!”

Seo Yi-kyung clamped his teeth down, biting Han Seung-jae’s finger. His knees buckled, but he didn’t collapse because Han Seung-jae was supporting him from behind. Yi-kyung’s thighs trembled violently.

Looking at the semen spurting out from Han Seung-jae’s grip in the mirror, Seo Yi-kyung’s complexion turned an even deeper shade of red. Eventually, Yi-kyung lowered his eyelids. His upper body heaved repeatedly, letting out short, ragged breaths.

Han Seung-jae pressed his lips against Yi-kyung’s ear. Even his breathing remained steady. Bodily fluids dripped to the floor from the genitals held in Han Seung-jae’s grip.

“It’s been a while since you’ve done this. There’s no need to be ashamed.”

Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t offer any response. He could only feel the heat spreading up to his neck. Han Seung-jae withdrew the fingers that had been pressing down his tongue. Yi-kyung’s upper body tilted forward. Haa. He braced himself against the sink with one hand.

Swoosh—

Seo Yi-kyung cupped water in his palms. However, instead of splashing it on his face, he let it flow away. Han Seung-jae pressed Yi-kyung’s thighs together and shoved his cock between them. With his legs pressed tight, Yi-kyung looked into the mirror with a bewildered expression.

In the mirror, Han Seung-jae gave a slight nod.

“Don’t just stand there. Try rubbing your nipples or something.”

Seo Yi-kyung’s mouth fell open. He looked completely speechless. Han Seung-jae began to slide his cock back and forth between Yi-kyung’s thighs. As the organ swept past, Yi-kyung felt a tingling sensation in his perineum. With a thrust of Han Seung-jae’s hips, the cock jabbed deep into his scrotum.

“Ngh, ha-ah.”

Seo Yi-kyung’s heels lifted. Unable to maintain his balance, his upper body collapsed forward. He gripped the sink with both hands.

“Oh dear.”

Han Seung-jae’s low voice sounded from behind. He murmured as he watched Yi-kyung, who couldn’t even keep his balance, let alone rub his nipples.

“This won’t do.”

Han Seung-jae took hold of Yi-kyung’s shoulders and pulled him upright. Yi-kyung, his body flushed and swaying, was dragged out of the bathroom.

Thump. Seo Yi-kyung was laid down on the bed. The pajama pants and drawers that had been haphazardly hanging on his legs were stripped away by Han Seung-jae’s hands. Han Seung-jae then tossed aside his own pajama top and forced Yi-kyung to turn over and lie on his stomach.

Yi-kyung’s two hands sank deep into the soft pillow.

“Lift your hips.”

Seo Yi-kyung’s white buttocks shot upward. It wasn’t by his own will; Han Seung-jae had grabbed his iliac crests and hoisted them up. Yi-kyung felt the blood rushing to his head. He strained his neck, struggling to hold himself up. In the meantime, a long member plunged deep between his pressed-together thighs.

Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t believe it. Han Seung-jae was moving his body with his genitals inserted between Yi-kyung’s thighs.

“Ha, ah…”

Yi-kyung’s elbows buckled, unable to support him.

“You look just like someone being fucked. Is it hard?”

Yi-kyung barely managed to push himself up with his arms. Han Seung-jae grabbed Yi-kyung’s buttocks and pried them open.

“Hic.”

A high-pitched sound escaped Yi-kyung. But he couldn’t look back. It was because Han Seung-jae was moving the cock wedged between his thighs. At the same time, he toyed with the wrinkled hole. Though the color was paler than the nipples, as his cock carved a path in and out several times, the entrance swelled plumply and took on a reddish hue—the same color as the red inner flesh revealed when the hole was spread open.

“When it twitches in such a pretty shape, it makes me want to ram it in.”

Han Seung-jae scratched his throat like a man suppressing something. Due to his pheromones, Yi-kyung’s hole was moist and lubricated, perfect for penetration. Every time Han Seung-jae pressed his fingertips against it, love fluid clung to them. He rubbed the hole in circles with his thumb, then moved fiercely as if he were about to tear through the folds and thrust inside.

Finally, Han Seung-jae pulled out the cock he had been rubbing between the thighs and pressed it against the valley of the spread buttocks, rubbing it there. The tip of the glans surged upward roughly. The fluid dripping from the tip of his urethra moistened the hole.

Han Seung-jae aligned his cock with the gasping hole and looked down at the back of the prone Seo Yi-kyung. One shoulder was covered in bruises he had left. Yi-kyung’s shoulder blades, trembling as he barely held himself up, looked so pitiful that Han Seung-jae wanted to kiss them. Moreover, his slender spine was twitching in small spasms as if he were struggling. The more he did, the more Han Seung-jae felt the urge to fuck him messily. The scent of wet roses emanating from Yi-kyung’s body drove him to that extent.

Yi-kyung’s head tilted forward, his forehead touching the pillow. Yi-kyung lifted his hips high. The thighs where Han Seung-jae had once again wedged his cock shook uncontrollably.

Han Seung-jae spread the buttocks and toyed with the hole with his fingers. Then, he finally inserted a single finger.

Han Seung-jae’s hip movements grew rougher. Yi-kyung closed his eyes. His entire body surged chaotically. Heat spread through the thighs where Han Seung-jae’s member was digging in. The long member, plunging deep from behind, scraped against Yi-kyung’s scrotum and touched his fluttering genitals.

“Seung, Seung-jae… please stop…”

Yi-kyung felt dizzy as his vision blurred. The vibration of his body made the dizziness worse.

As Yi-kyung reached back with one hand, Han Seung-jae grabbed the arm and pulled. Yi-kyung’s head, which had been resting on the pillow, was lifted up.

“That’s why I’m holding back.”

What on earth was he holding back? Yi-kyung’s thighs were burning. However, Yi-kyung couldn’t put that fact into words and only let out a moan of pain.

Yi-kyung’s body was pulled backward. He felt Han Seung-jae cradling his waist with one hand while rubbing his cock. Then, hot fluid splashed violently across his thighs. It stung as if he had been burned.

“Haa. Haa.”

Released from Han Seung-jae’s embrace, Yi-kyung scrambled forward with both hands, gripping the bed and lying on his side. He didn’t even have the strength to wipe the semen splashed across his slippery thighs. Han Seung-jae returned from the bathroom with a wet towel. He laid Yi-kyung flat on his back, spread his legs, and wiped his thighs.

“Haa.”

The touch reached the hole, making Yi-kyung’s thighs tremble. But he had no strength to resist. Through his slowly closing eyelids, the image of Han Seung-jae watching him grew smaller and then disappeared.

* * *

Toss. Seo Yi-kyung placed a hand on his forehead. He stared blankly at the ceiling. The sunlight streamed in long, but he couldn’t bring himself to get up. Han Seung-jae seemed to have already left for work, as the spot beside him was empty.

“Ugh.”

Yi-kyung pushed back the covers and sat up. Pain flooded everything from the inside of his neck to his shoulders, waist, and thighs. Even though Han Seung-jae hadn’t actually penetrated him, there wasn’t a spot that didn’t feel sore. Perhaps it was because he had been so tense.

Yi-kyung stumbled into the bathroom. He frowned as he looked at his shoulders in the mirror. He remembered Han Seung-jae sucking on his shoulders, but he hadn’t imagined he would leave so many marks.

One shoulder was entirely mottled with red and purple. Yi-kyung walked toward the shower booth. As warm water poured over his entire body, Yi-kyung leaned against the wall.

Last night, Han Seung-jae hadn’t forced his member inside. He had simply wedged his cock between Yi-kyung’s thighs and moved until Yi-kyung’s face was buried in the pillow.

“Still, this is too much.”

To toss a person around so recklessly. Yi-kyung looked down at his wrist resting against the wall. What was the point of having hands that could draw well? All they could do was hold a brush. His white, slender arms looked powerless.

Yi-kyung let out a long sigh.

He finished his shower slowly and put on a robe. He didn’t even glance at the sink. There was one more thing he didn’t want to see. His reflection in the mirror looked like a different person—someone who let out erotic moans incessantly between lips that had been molded by Han Seung-jae’s hand, twisting his waist. In the end, he had ejaculated from the other man’s hand.

Step. Yi-kyung picked up the clothes laid by the bedside. Once again, there were no underwear. Han Seung-jae must have left them that way.

After putting on the shirt and pants, Yi-kyung stared at the baby shoes that had been hidden by the clothes.

“Did he hold back… because I’m carrying a child?”

With a hollow expression, Yi-kyung began to walk. He felt he needed to go downstairs and find some underwear first. And what was he supposed to do if he wore just a shirt? His entire neck and shoulders were covered in bruises.

Yi-kyung entered the elevator. He felt that it didn’t matter anymore. He had spent so much time having sex with Han Seung-jae that there were no places left to avoid.

Yi-kyung pressed the button for the first floor.

He went outside and headed to the dressing room. Yi-kyung took off the clothes he was wearing, found and put on underwear, put on comfortable pants, and wore a turtleneck that covered him up to the chin. He then grabbed a cardigan and slipped his arms through.

“Are you awake? I have prepared your meal.”

Yi-kyung followed Butler Do and took his seat at the dining table. Butler Do set down a plate of sliced apples. Yi-kyung glanced at it and pushed the plate away.

“Is something wrong?”

“Ah, I’ll eat them later.”

Yi-kyung tried his best not to look at the apples.

The words Han Seung-jae had said cluttered his mind.

—A moment ago, you chewed and swallowed the apple so well. Think of my cock as an apple.