By Zephyria 
Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes drifted slightly downward. Water poured endlessly into the bathtub, creating a layer of foam. Between the bubbles, Han Seung-jae’s firm thighs and his long cock came into view. Taking in the sight of the vivid flesh with protruding veins, Seo Yi-kyung stealthily lifted his hips. At that small movement, Han Seung-jae spoke.
“I told you, if we go to the bed, I won’t be able to hold back.”
Perhaps it was because the bathtub was filled with water. Han Seung-jae’s grip felt several times weaker. Far from being painful, the sides of his waist where the fingers touched trembled with elasticity, and even the grip clutching his buttocks felt soft. Seo Yi-kyung had no time to feel pain regardless of where Han Seung-jae touched him. Rather, it felt good.
“…….”
Seo Yi-kyung moved the hips he had slightly lifted a bit forward. It was a slow, sluggish movement, like a tortoise. However, Han Seung-jae remained without reaching out, maintaining a posture as if waiting with leisure.
It was the moment Seo Yi-kyung positioned himself by spreading his legs around Han Seung-jae’s waist. As expected, looking at Han Seung-jae’s cock appearing and disappearing through the surging bubbles, he couldn’t find the courage to put it inside his own hole.
Although they were currently underwater, it was a hole that had been holding three of Han Seung-jae’s fingers until a moment ago. The bathroom was filled with the scent of white wood emanating from Han Seung-jae’s body. It was only unnoticed because they were in the water; Seo Yi-kyung’s hole was already more than just damp—it was ready to accept something the size of Han Seung-jae’s member.
But that was one thing, and actually grabbing that cock with his own eyes and inserting it into his hole was another matter entirely. As Seo Yi-kyung tried to pull his hips back, Han Seung-jae extended his long arms.
Splash. A white spray of water erupted. When Seo Yi-kyung opened the eyes he had unconsciously closed, the water had risen to his chest. His casted left arm was already soaking wet.
However, what bothered him more was the sensation of the firm chest pressing against his back. Before he knew it, Seo Yi-kyung was held in Han Seung-jae’s embrace. Because of this, all his nerves focused on the piece of flesh touching his buttocks. Han Seung-jae’s sharp face brushed against Seo Yi-kyung’s cheek.
The hair on the back of Seo Yi-kyung’s neck stood on end. It was because Han Seung-jae was pressing his member against his buttocks and thrusting.
The tip of the glans grazed his buttocks, slid down the cleft, and then touched the hole. Seo Yi-kyung let out a ragged breath. Han Seung-jae looked at Seo Yi-kyung’s wound. Reddish-purple bruises he had left surrounded the area, but the wound remaining on Seo Yi-kyung’s body bothered Han Seung-jae the most. The marks he had left with his teeth would disappear over time, but a stitched wound was different.
“Ugh.”
Even though Han Seung-jae only licked the wound with his tongue, Seo Yi-kyung let out a moan. Then, Han Seung-jae pressed the cock he had been rubbing against the cleft firmly into the hole. The narrow opening widened, and the hot, hard cock entered the inner walls.
Seo Yi-kyung felt as if his body were floating for a moment, only to be swept by the feeling of being pulled deep inside again. Eventually, the deepest part of his belly was completely and utterly filled.
“Haa, haa……”
Seo Yi-kyung leaned his head back against Han Seung-jae’s shoulder. The bathroom was now thick with steam. Mixed with it, Han Seung-jae’s pheromones surged. Seo Yi-kyung’s breathing became labored due to the scent of white wood filling his lungs and the piece of flesh occupying his lower half.
“Every time you see this wound, will you think of it?”
When Han Seung-jae’s low voice echoed in his ear, Seo Yi-kyung felt every fine hair on his body stand up. He was asking if he thought of Seo Dong-hu.
In truth, whenever Seo Yi-kyung saw the bandaged area in the hospital room, the horrific things Seo Dong-hu had done that day would unfold like an afterimage. He also thought it might get worse when looking at the wound.
However, that judgment was based on a situation where he wasn’t considering Han Seung-jae. Now, practically embraced by his chest, Seo Yi-kyung gently closed his eyes.
“I… probably will.”
Han Seung-jae, who had been staring at the wound, turned his head to the side. Seo Yi-kyung parted his lips, took a breath, and added.
“Since you’re the one who made it hurt so much, Seung-jae.”
“…….”
“Every time I look in the mirror from now on, I’ll think of you.”
Han Seung-jae’s hand, which had been cradling Seo Yi-kyung’s side underwater, shot upward. He cupped Seo Yi-kyung’s cheek and forced him to look back at him. Seo Yi-kyung’s closed eyelids lifted. He wore a terrified expression. He was afraid that Han Seung-jae might actually bite his chest this time.
Wasn’t he the kind of person who was fully capable of doing that? Han Seung-jae didn’t care about the emotions of others. He was cold, heartless, occasionally violent, and above all, indifferent to others. Seo Yi-kyung followed Han Seung-jae’s approaching lips with his eyes.
“It hurts. Really……”
If you bite me like that. The rest of the sentence was crushed on his tongue. Han Seung-jae’s lips met his, and his tongue pushed inside, filling the mucous membrane that had opened to speak.
“Ngh.”
At the same time, Seo Yi-kyung felt Han Seung-jae begin to move his hips. His buttocks, submerged in water, jolted violently. Even so, Han Seung-jae did not break the kiss, holding Seo Yi-kyung’s neck firmly.
Eventually, running out of breath, Seo Yi-kyung tried to push Han Seung-jae’s tongue away. Unable to withstand the piece of flesh that entangled further, Seo Yi-kyung sank his teeth in. The metallic taste of blood instantly filled his mouth.
Han Seung-jae pulled his lips away and murmured softly.
“Did this hurt too?”
Blood was smeared on Han Seung-jae’s lips. This time, it was because Seo Yi-kyung had bitten him. Yet, Han Seung-jae was asking that. Seo Yi-kyung breathed heavily and answered Han Seung-jae’s question as if exhausted.
Because if he didn’t answer, he would probably ask persistently.
“No. It didn’t hurt.”
However, Seo Yi-kyung immediately bit his own tongue for saying that. It was because Han Seung-jae’s hip movements changed drastically. If they hadn’t been in the water, Seo Yi-kyung might have said it hurt several times already.
* * *
Staggering, Seo Yi-kyung rose from the bathtub, finding it difficult to steady his legs. However, Han Seung-jae, who had stepped out first, was holding his arm.
Unlike Seo Yi-kyung, whose face had turned flushed, Han Seung-jae looked largely the same. He had held Seo Yi-kyung on top of him, embracing him from behind and constantly entering and exiting the hole. Meanwhile, he had also massaged Seo Yi-kyung’s genitals. Seo Yi-kyung had unconsciously ejaculated in the water.
As Seo Yi-kyung extended his legs out of the tub, he felt semen leaking from his hole. Seo Yi-kyung’s face stiffened for a moment.
Seo Yi-kyung pulled the legs he had extended back into the tub.
“You go out first, Seung-jae.”
“You look like you’ll collapse the moment I let go.”
Han Seung-jae’s words weren’t wrong. But he truly seemed not to know who had brought him to this state. Seo Yi-kyung didn’t even have the strength to support his own body. Moreover, with semen flowing between his thighs, taking a step was difficult. To be precise, he was embarrassed.
Whether he knew that or not, Han Seung-jae reached out his other arm, wrapped it around Seo Yi-kyung, and pulled him out of the tub.
Seo Yi-kyung felt the semen dripping down his toes with every step. He quickly entered the shower booth.
A stream of water poured over Seo Yi-kyung’s head. Then, as if his buttocks were being spread, Han Seung-jae placed his fingertips at the hole and opened the entrance. It was a hole that had been fully holding Han Seung-jae’s cock until a moment ago. Two fingers entered easily, sweeping the inner walls. Semen flowed out along Han Seung-jae’s hand.
Panic-stricken, Seo Yi-kyung tried to push his hips forward to push the fingers out of the inner wall, but Han Seung-jae was holding his pelvic bone. He insistently thrust his fingers deep into the inner wall to scrape out the semen.
By the time Seo Yi-kyung came out of the shower booth, he was completely devoid of strength. He put on the robe Han Seung-jae handed him and stepped out without even properly closing the front.
Han Seung-jae watched Seo Yi-kyung’s back as he practically crawled toward the bed, and as Seo Yi-kyung flopped down, he approached his side and spoke.
“Give me your arm.”
Seo Yi-kyung’s casted arm had been submerged in the tub the whole time. At some point, Seo Yi-kyung had forgotten the fact that his arm hurt. Now, he lay on the bed with his eyes closed, breathing shallowly.
Han Seung-jae used a towel to wipe the remaining moisture from Seo Yi-kyung’s left arm. His gaze lingered between the gaps of Seo Yi-kyung’s open bathrobe. Below the slightly moving collarbone, a long wound stood out.
The fact that the person who left that mark wasn’t him was intensely unpleasant. In that moment, Seo Yi-kyung’s voice brushed past his ear.
—Every time I look in the mirror from now on, I’ll think of you, Seung-jae.