By Zephyria 
They tangled together like beasts. There was almost no human conversation. There were only raw, panting moans and the wet, squelching sounds of groins colliding.
“Uh, uh-huk, too, too fast, it’s too fast.”
Eun-myeong was beyond pleasure; his eyes were rolling back into his head. His once gentle and docile face was a complete mess. His eyes were swollen from crying, and his nostrils, which had bled once, were puffed up like steamed buns. His armpits looked ragged, having been sucked on relentlessly.
“More, more, please.”
Even though he was being hammered as if his bottom were about to be pierced through, and even though the pleasure was so excessive that tears streamed down his face in shivers, his orgasm was like a broken pot—no matter how much it was filled, it never ended. Without realizing it, he kept begging the man, demanding more and more.
“Kh.”
Then, the man would lock him tightly in his arms, jerk his hips back, and slam himself deep inside. He bounced his waist upward with great force, pounding into him—thump! thump! thump!—in succession.
The thick head of the cock hammered against his abdominal wall like a drum. His navel, which had been elegantly slender and vertical, puffed up and rounded. His slim calves tightened and relaxed, and his ankles were bent at an odd angle.
“Ah, ah, hng, eu-heung!”
The two clung to each other like people who had starved for days. Where before the movements had been smooth and rhythmical, like an eel swimming wildly, now there was only the heavy, driving force of nails being hammered in.
The man sucked all over Eun-myeong’s damp body. His bright red nipples glistened. They were swollen, shaking round and plump. No matter how much he sucked them, they didn’t turn brown but only grew redder, to the point where the man could only let out sighs of admiration.
“Nng, hng, hng-eu.”
Sucking on the nipples and adhering his mouth to the armpits, the man pushed his pheromones into every secluded corner of the body.
“Ump.”
The man gripped Eun-myeong’s jaw roughly with his large hand. He forced the jaw wide open and took the small, soft, red lips. The hot saliva pooling under the tongue. The man gulped down all the juices flowing down the thin, long throat.
“Hu, u, u-uup!”
The tongue play was overwhelming. It was excessively primal and embarrassing. Eun-myeong struggled to move his small tongue, barely keeping up.
“Boss.”
With his eyes half-closed, he squeezed the man’s cheek in his hand. His cheeks were flushed deep red, and he swallowed the man’s tongue with sucking sounds as if he were dying of pleasure. It looked overwhelming, yet he greedily craved it, locking the man’s waist tightly with his slender legs.
His waist, which felt soft and slender, heaved clumsily. His backside jiggled pliancy, like freshly made tofu.
“Hu, hu-ung, I… I can’t breathe.”
His breath couldn’t escape; it was all being greedily sucked into the man. As if suffocating, Eun-myeong beat the man’s chest with his fists. The man didn’t mind, swallowing Eun-myeong’s tongue as if he intended to pull it out by the root.
Unable to take it, Eun-myeong snapped his head upward. The man then swallowed his soft nose and mouth simultaneously, chewing them inside his mouth and sucking them to his heart’s content.
“Nng, hng, ha.”
The rhythm of the pounding lower bodies didn’t match at all. The man dug in with heavy thrusts, while Eun-myeong’s waist flickered slightly like a fish. Then, when the timing hit perfectly and their groins collided with a thud, Eun-myeong trembled violently at the chilling sensation and the raw pleasure surging down his spine.
“Do you like it?”
The man asked with his lips. A deep blue light shone intensely in his eyes. Pupils filled with a madness that was far from sane.
“Yes, ye-es, ha, hng.”
I love it so much, I’m losing my mind, I think my body has gone strange, I’m scared, please hold me, what about my cell phone, I’m so frustrated and resentful, huk, I love it so much.
Eun-myeong shook his head up and down frantically, pouring out sounds that were a mix of moans and answers like a foreign dialect. His voice was so worn out that he eventually began to wheeze. He coughed, his cheeks turning bright red.
“Kh.”
The man clicked his tongue and grabbed a water bottle nearby. The innocent plastic bottle crumpled under his ruthless grip.
He jammed the mouth of the bottle into his own throat and tilted his head back. Water poured down in torrents. He savagely wiped the water flowing down his chin with the back of his hand.
“Open wide.”
Having finished the water, the man gripped the neck of a new bottle. As Eun-myeong obediently opened his lips like a baby sparrow searching for food, the man placed the mouth of the water bottle against those small lips.
Eun-myeong swallowed the water, his cheeks bulging. Gulp, gulp, his small Adam’s apple bobbed. Watching this, the man chuckled. As if anticipating something. Since Eun-myeong’s body couldn’t hold back his bladder, he would leak urine whenever he drank water and received a little stimulation below.
“Be-below, too.”
Eun-myeong requested in a completely melted voice. Feeling the stickiness and viscosity below, he was asking the man to wash him with water.
“You want Mister to wash your cock for you?”
“Yes, that’s it. Because it’s dirty down there.”
As Eun-myeong muttered vaguely, the man told him not to be ridiculous and squeezed the remaining water onto the floor. The rug became damp. Eun-myeong, whose cheek was dampened just as much, watched the scene with his mouth agape in emptiness.
“Ah…”
Soon, the man dug back inside. He thrust deep into the interior. It felt as if the lubrication was overflowing. Eun-myeong shuddered like a fish skewered on a spear.
“Get on top.”
The man flipped their bodies over. Suddenly, Eun-myeong was mounted on top of the man, looking down at him with a blank face.
“How did it become like this?”
A large, muscular bulk was spread out beneath him like a mat. Specifically, a mat spread over ground embedded with large, uneven stones.
“Hmm?”
I told you to move, the man thought, as he snapped his hips upward, thrusting into Eun-myeong from below. At that, Eun-myeong trembled and squirted pre-cum. His swollen cock, with the skin slightly chafed, jerked its head upward before flopping back down.
“Ha, hng, w-wait!”
At the seductive and absurd movement of the cock, the man narrowed his eyes. He wanted to capture the entire sight in his vision.
Eun-myeong soon pressed his pubic hair against the man’s abdomen and wiggled his backside like a hamster in heat. As he moved his waist while embracing the man’s member in his hole, his cock bounced and his stomach repeatedly inflated and deflated. However, his movements were too clumsy to squeeze out the semen.
“Eu, huk.”
Not knowing what to do, Eun-myeong pleaded with the man.
“I can’t come, I don’t know what to do.”
He looked at the man with eyes begging him to do something, somehow.
“You squeezed it out just fine before, why are you like this now?”
The man then spread Eun-myeong’s knees wide apart to an eerie degree and pounded upward from below. Something like a brown club was driven between the two halves of his buttocks.
Eun-myeong’s body naturally collapsed forward. With both hands, he gripped the man’s thick, split chest. Unable to even close his mouth, he dripped saliva onto the man’s chest.
“Nng, eu-heung.”
An excessive sensation began to concentrate at the tip of his cock. A ticklish feeling. A tingling electric current—this was definitely that feeling.
“Hng, wait a second!”
Soon, Eun-myeong began to throw a fit, wiggling his hips. His slender, soft waist, which could be held in one arm, twisted wildly. Like a baby chick that needed to go, his pubic hair became damp as he curled his toes and bent his ankles.
“W-wait, huk, hng-euu!”
Eun-myeong soon pleaded desperately.
“Boss, I… I want to go to the bathroom, the bathroom.”
“I told you to do it here.”
A stark madness flickered in the man’s eyes. Eun-myeong shook his head violently, saying he couldn’t.
“You’ve come once, so a second time won’t be hard.”
“Ah, hng, haaa!!”
The man continued to push Eun-myeong.
Finally, with a phee-it!, the spring of water Eun-myeong had been holding back began to trickle out. Because Eun-myeong tightened his buttocks to hold back the stream of urine, the man felt as if his cock was being bitten off.
Thump, thump, he drove the glans through that narrow entrance.
Through his nose, his mouth, and his whole body, Eun-myeong’s scent poured in. At the fishy smell of water-soaked lilac, the man gasped for air, breathing heavily.
Soon, the man would reach orgasm. He wanted to just dump it all inside as he pleased, but he pulled his cock out and ejaculated profusely onto Eun-myeong’s thighs.
“Ugh…”
Drenched in the man’s semen and the pheromones released to ensure they reached up to the armpits, Eun-myeong collapsed onto the blanket, panting like an exhausted person. He closed his eyes as if he had nearly fainted, unable to move a single finger.
“Hmm.”
Only then did the man truly take in the state of the room. He clicked his tongue, wondering how many hours they had been doing this.
Screeech, the man finally stood up from the bed. Though that young thing couldn’t hold it and pissed on the bed, the man was a cultured person, an adult, and a gentleman. Urine belonged in the toilet.
He walked barefoot into the bathroom. His entire body was a mess of sweat and semen. He decided to take a shower.
Hanging the cobra showerhead above, he washed his upper body. He had hammered into Eun-myeong so hard that a faint muscle ache was rising in his forearms and thighs. Since he felt this way, it was only natural that Eun-myeong had fainted into a stupor.
Since he fell asleep like that, he might have to leave him for a few hours. The man planned to give him time to recover while leisurely rubbing against the crease of Eun-myeong’s buttocks, and then eat him deliciously again.
However.
Suddenly, through the sound of the water, a crashing noise was heard outside the door. Eun-myeong was flailing about. Just as he was wondering what the hell was going on, the bathroom door swung open with a bang. And appearing beyond the door was Eun-myeong’s face, drenched in tears.
“Boss.”
Eun-myeong quickly jumped into the man’s arms. Pressing his tear-streaked cheek against the sweat-sticky chest, he rubbed his face until his cheeks were squashed.
“You were in the bathroom.”
Then he looked up, cautiously gauging the man’s reaction. Like a puppy that had done something wrong, he checked his master’s mood, blindly craving affection, fearing he might be cast away.
“Why the fuss?”
It had been only a few minutes since he had fallen into a dead sleep, yet he had suddenly woken up and flown to him. It was likely because he had noticed the man’s absence.
When the man asked, Eun-myeong answered obediently. His voice was a mumble, muffled against the man’s chest.
“I thought you left me behind.”
As if that were possible. The man intended to do it several more times. He planned to ejaculate inside until every bit of protein in the body was squeezed out. With such contaminated thoughts, the man faced himself in the mirror. His eyes smiled wickedly.
“I came to shake off my piss, and your hole was already itching?”
Then he spouted words like, Is it because the baby pissed? Your body is so sticky. As the man subtly pushed himself back with his elbow, taking away the touching warmth, Eun-myeong clung to him sorrowfully.
“I’ll wash up and come out, then I think it’ll be okay.”
He muttered, gauging the man’s reaction again. The man cursed fuck internally and kneaded the buttocks like dough. To be this obedient—didn’t it seem as if he were craving even a single shred of affection?
“You’re just going to get dirty again anyway, fuck washing.”
The man scooped Eun-myeong up in his arms. Only then did Eun-myeong feel relieved, rubbing his swollen cock against the man’s abdomen. As the man walked out of the bathroom, he met Eun-myeong’s eyes in the mirror.
He could read the inner thoughts: I’m upset, I don’t know what to do.
Eun-myeong had his cheek buried deep in the man’s shoulder, his eyes cast downward. In a way, it resembled resignation; he looked sleepy and tired, and while he lacked the strength to move a finger, it was evident that he might go mad with anxiety if the man were gone.
Like a stray dog that had lost its home, its food, and its mother.
Next, he looked down at the tattoo on his flank. Lilac. It meant Lilac.
Ah, he had no need to keep a stuffed wild boar in the living room. Had he not already carved it into his flank as a tattoo? It could not be burned away without carving out his skin. Kek, the man laughed, his chest trembling.