By Zephyria 
As a child, Lee-eum was a very patient boy. He rarely cried, and even when things were tough, he tended to endure them without showing it. People praised Lee-eum for being mature beyond his years as the youngest.
Perhaps that was why, when he was first assigned to the violent crimes unit and got stabbed during an investigation, his colleagues were surprised by how calm he was, not showing any signs of pain. But… but…!
“It hurts…!”
The pain was severe, and later he even felt nauseous. He begged him to stop, but Choi Won-joon only kissed him and ruthlessly shoved in the remaining half. How should he describe this? Would it hurt this much to be skewered alive on a skewer?
After letting out a short scream and twisting his body, Choi Won-joon whispered in his ear.
“It’s just starting. Take it well.”
Take what, you crazy bastard! In a state where he couldn’t even breathe properly, Lee-eum belatedly realized that he had come. Stunned by the shock, Choi Won-joon held him tightly in his arms.
“I, I can’t… I don’t want to.”
Won-joon took Lee-eum’s hand and made him touch below his stomach. Realizing that the bulging thing was Choi Won-joon’s cock, Lee-eum made a face worse than when he had been stabbed.
“My cock went all the way in. How is it? Does it taste good?”
“Take it, take it out!”
During his heat cycle, he wasn’t in his right mind and didn’t realize it properly, and even when he lied about being in Rut and put his finger in him in the car, he didn’t expect it to hurt this much.
Despite his anger, Choi Won-joon didn’t care and swallowed his lips, slowly moving his waist. His tongue invaded his mouth, licking every corner. Every time his cock went in and out, it felt like all the organs inside his body were being pulled out.
Choi Won-joon didn’t rush, and as time passed, Lee-eum also got used to the pain. A suffocating kiss continued until their lips parted, and Won-joon gently stroked Lee-eum’s cheek.
“Thank goodness. You’re getting wet little by little.”
Choi Won-joon’s voice buzzed in his ear. As he said, there was a squelching sound every time he moved. Omegas usually drip water when they have sex with Alphas, but Lee-eum wasn’t like that. However, he could tell that it was different from usual.
Choi Won-joon bit and licked Lee-eum’s face and neck like a hungry dog. He no longer had the strength to resist and only stared at the empty air, feeling like a fireball was spreading from below his navel. Choi Won-joon rubbed his face against his neck and continued to talk in a wet voice.
“How is it? Does it still only hurt?”
He noticed that his body was heating up, but he didn’t want to admit it, so he shut his mouth like he had eaten honey.
“Ah, fuck, I’m going crazy… You’re unbelievably tight.”
Lee-eum barely squeezed out a voice that wouldn’t come out.
“Shut that mouth, please, shut up, ah!”
Before he could even finish speaking, Choi Won-joon pulled out all the way and slammed back in. Lee-eum unknowingly hugged Won-joon’s neck and wrapped his legs around his waist. Unlike the leisurely pace until now, the speed began to pick up.
It felt like his belly skin was being torn off, and his body tingled as if he had been electrocuted. Lee-eum begged Choi Won-joon to stop, but the more he begged, the more violent this hopeless man became.
His body heaved up and down with each thrust, and Lee-eum, who had barely been holding back his moans, later bit Won-joon’s shoulder with his teeth. A moment later, when Choi Won-joon pulled out his cock, he vividly felt the hole that had been forcibly opened closing.
Choi Won-joon stroked Lee-eum’s eyes with his hand, looking pitiful.
“I’m upset. Your eyes are red and festering.”
Why are you laughing while saying you’re upset, you crazy bastard. Lee-eum barely calmed down and opened his mouth.
“If you’re done, move… You’re heavy…”
“Ahjussi. Am I heavy? I want to do more?”
Lee-eum was disgusted by the way he even imitated Young-shik’s expression and pushed Choi Won-joon’s shoulder away.
“Get lost! I can’t do it anymore!”
Choi Won-joon lowered his hand with a smiling face and grabbed Lee-eum’s cock. When he rubbed the wet glans with his thumb, Lee-eum trembled and groaned.
“Your cock says you can do more?”
When he tried to remove his hand, this time he dug into his urethra. In an instant, sparks flashed in his eyes, and Lee-eum urgently grabbed Won-joon’s shoulder. Choi Won-joon’s skillful hand movements brought on the feeling of cumming again, and Lee-eum tightly closed his eyes.
“You like it more when I touch you here.”
Isn’t that obvious? He had lived like that for over 20 years. Lee-eum had never imagined that he would be used in the rear. His mind was rejecting reality, but his body kept reacting, dripping water from both front and back, which was driving him crazy.
“Our Detective Kim is pretty even his dick, his face is pretty, his body is pretty. Everything is pretty, but he only says hateful things. Right?”
“Heut… Get your hand… away, ah!”
While he was paying attention to the front, Won-joon’s cock touched his rear.
“Curious? What will happen if I fuck you from both front and back?”
No, I’m not curious at all. Don’t do it. Lee-eum shook his head violently, and climbed up to prevent Choi Won-joon from doing as he pleased. However, Choi Won-joon stubbornly pulled him back and eventually inserted his cock.
Even though it came in more gently than the first time, it was still uncomfortable and painful. Won-joon straightened his body and observed below, then groped the joint with his hand. Would it tear if he put his finger in here too?
He said scary things casually, then grabbed his legs, spread them apart, and moved his waist. As his cock mashed the inside, Lee-eum’s patience was also reaching its limit. He desperately held back his moans, but unable to overcome his instincts, he heaved his body, and Choi Won-joon’s lips were slightly raised when he saw it.
As he came with a sob, Won-joon smeared Lee-eum’s semen on his fingertips and rubbed it on his tongue as if to show off.
“Ah—our Lee-eum’s cum is sweet too.”
“Stop talking nonsense, take it out!”
“Then do you want to try eating something else?”
When he looked up, wondering what it was, Choi Won-joon stuck out his tongue and licked his lips explicitly. What is that? Noticing his silence, he took it as a sign of consent and pulled out his cock. He was horrified and tried to close his legs, but his body was completely turned over into a prone position.
“Wait, not that! I don’t want to!”
“You keep whining that it hurts, so there’s no other way.”
“I told you to take it out, when, euht!”
He struggled, but his legs were grabbed and pulled down, and in an instant, his buttocks were spread open and a tongue touched him. Lee-eum was shocked and breathless, and later he couldn’t bear it and buried his face in his palms. He could hear the sound of sucking, and now something much smaller than a cock, but warm and wet, was going in and out of his hole.
“Ah… fuck…!”
Lee-eum’s face turned red as if it would explode, and he couldn’t lift his head. Choi Won-joon licked him ravenously, grabbing his buttocks as if he would burst them. How can a person lick another person’s… Crazy bastard. Insane bastard.
However, unlike the intensifying emotions, his body quickly heated up and he became erect again, and Lee-eum despaired. He thought of himself as a rational person, but it seemed that he was no match for sexual desire. While being licked in the rear, he later rubbed his own cock against the sheet.
“Ah-heut….”
He heard Choi Won-joon chuckle softly when he finally moaned. He put his hand forward and grabbed Lee-eum’s cock, rubbing it up and down. He had the illusion that his brain was melting and disappearing from the stimulation applied from both front and back.
It only hurt a while ago, but damn it, he had to think that this wasn’t bad. Then, as the feeling of cumming gradually came, Choi Won-joon recognized it like a ghost and blocked the glans with his thumb.
He climbed onto his back and inserted his cock into the hole he had been teasing with his lips until just now. Before he could stop him, he raised his waist and, as he was about to come and the stimulation from behind intensified, Lee-eum couldn’t bear it and tore at Won-joon’s forearm.
“Let go…! Ah ah…!”
Choi Won-joon licked Lee-eum’s neck with his tongue, went up, and chewed on his earlobe. When he flinched his neck because it was ticklish, he pounded him so hard that his buttocks were crushed. Even his head was buzzing, and it was clearly different from when it only hurt. All the cells in his body seemed to be going crazy and rampaging, and Lee-eum’s eyes glazed over and he panted with his mouth open.
“How is it? Still, heu, fuck, does it only hurt?”
Lee-eum was afraid of what he might say, so he covered his mouth and buried his face in the sheet. The room was filled with the sound of flesh colliding, and his vision became blurry with sweat and tears mixed together.
Then, Choi Won-joon hugged his body tightly and let out a groan. His cock was wriggling inside as he came. Both of them were breathing heavily without saying a word, but Choi Won-joon fell away, pulled out his cock, and turned Lee-eum over to lie him straight.
Lee-eum was so battered that he didn’t even have the energy to cover his body or anything. He was panting and staring at the ceiling, but Choi Won-joon was rustling underneath. Curious about what he was doing, he only moved his eyes to look, but he was taking off the condom, tying it up, throwing it in the trash can, and taking out a new condom. Lee-eum asked with a hopeful heart.
“What are you doing…?”
Won-joon shook the half-torn condom and smiled handsomely.
“There are still, nine left.”