By Zephyria 
Slide, slide. Lee Hae-sung, who had been moving back and forth gently as if stroking the inside, did not miss the moment the walls of flesh enveloping his genitals softened, and he grew rough. Every time his penis slid out and then plunged deep back into the hole, the point of contact literally gasped. The movement of sliding in and out felt like a single breath. His hip movements were greedy, opening, rubbing, and pounding against the innermost wall. It was impossible to resist.
“Mmm, mm! Mph! Hnnng, hup!”
With his chin held and head turned, he ejaculated intensely while Hae-sung sucked on his tongue.
His waist, which had been bent the entire time, straightened, and he pushed his chest toward the ceiling. He gripped Hae-sung’s hand, which was clutching his breast, tightly over his T-shirt, rubbing it slowly here and there as if begging for more.
Despite having leaked so much pre-cum, the amount of semen was immense, matching the suppressed excitement. Even while Choi Hong-seo was ejaculating, Hae-sung continued to thrust his hips. Because of that, semen splattered everywhere.
“Ah, no… no! I’m—I’m going! Not now, Hyung, please!”
As soon as the ejaculation ended and the erection subsided, as if he had been waiting, as if it were now his turn, a surge of urgency hit the tip of his penis. Choi Hong-seo flailed his arms like a madman. He twisted his thighs, trying somehow to hold it in. However, immediately after ejaculating, the muscles of his lower body had gone completely limp, making control difficult. Moreover, Hae-sung’s massive member, pounding so hard that his entire body vibrated, was crushing not only his prostate but his bladder as well.
“S-stop! Sto-hmp! Please… stop it, ngh!”
Trickle, trickle, drip, splash. Splash.
It must be a dream. Choi Hong-seo squeezed his eyes shut. He shook his head violently from side to side.
“Choi Hong-seo. What is this?”
“No, please… don’t look… don’t look, hup, hic… go away…”
In the embrace that would not let him go, Choi Hong-seo writhed and wailed.
“I said… I’m done… we have to stop, I… I told you…”
The stream of urine hitting the opposite tiled wall flowed down onto the towel where Choi Hong-seo had been sitting, soaking it damp.
“This is crazy… showing me something like this, how do you expect to handle the aftermath?”
The sound of Lee Hae-sung’s breath, his cheek pressed right against him, was as rough as a male bison.
“Please… please go away… I’m really going to get angry!”
“I knew it, but… I must really love you.”
It seemed that Choi Hong-seo’s words were no longer reaching his ears.
“I’m never… doing this with you again… I won’t…”
“I didn’t think I had this kind of fetish. I guess I was wrong.”
Mm… He groaned low and placed his hand on Choi Hong-seo’s thigh. Looking down at the hand moving up toward the center where the stream was flowing, Choi Hong-seo jumped as if he had been burned. He clung to the man’s arm, but it was useless.
“D-don’t! Don’t do that. Please don’t, please… please!”
He stomped his bare feet. But Hae-sung eventually wrapped his entire right hand around Choi Hong-seo’s genitals and kneaded them gently. The stream, which had been drawing a parabola, soaked his hand and fell straight to the floor below. It flowed between his fingers and down his wrist. Choi Hong-seo could no longer even close his eyes. Instead, he stared wide-eyed down at the space between his legs and shook his head. He couldn’t believe it. He denied the sight before his eyes, insisting it couldn’t be.
“It’s warm, Hong-seo.”
The voice whispering his impressions was drenched in lust. Hot lips crushed against the nape of Choi Hong-seo’s neck, savoring the moment.
“Are you even human? How does your pee smell like Moët & Chandon?”
“Stop it! Don’t say things like that!”
“I’ll wash you in a second. Don’t cry. Okay?”
The tongue licking the corners of his eyes was hot. I was crying. Only then did Choi Hong-seo realize it.
“Don’t cry. Kiss me.”
“Mmm… mhm. Hnnng…”
Despite asking for a kiss, he was the one to press his lips first. His excited tongue pressed against Choi Hong-seo’s tongue, invading all the way to his throat. With his other hand, he stroked from Choi Hong-seo’s left buttock down to his thigh. Then, he slipped his hand under the crook of his knee and lifted his leg.
“Ngh! Hng! Mm!”
As the angle of insertion shifted, a thick liquid—a mixture of gel and his pre-cum—leaked out from inside. As the penis tilted, the direction of the fading stream of urine tilted as well.
Lee Hae-sung withdrew his tongue from Choi Hong-seo’s mouth and rubbed his lips against the sweat-beaded nape of his neck.
“Ha… it’s flowing onto my thigh.”
Muttering in a husky voice drenched in obscenity, he bit and gnawed at the skin of Choi Hong-seo’s nape.
“I really… hng, I hate you so much…”
“Don’t hate me. I love you this much.”
Swoosh.
The moment the water finally poured from the showerhead above, he began to shake Choi Hong-seo even more violently.
“Hng! Hh! Ah, hng!”
From a position with one leg raised, slanted insertions followed immediately. Squelch, squelch, squelch. Because Hae-sung’s pre-cum and the gel had pooled inside the hole, the sounds of their joining, pounding over the liquid, were far more obscene than at first.
The position of being inserted from behind while standing, the left leg raised so high his waist twisted, the pressure of a mass of muscle pushing forward without controlling his strength as if to push him through the tiled wall.
There was nothing Choi Hong-seo could do.
Nothing but barely endure it all.
This kind of… sex that felt like a forced assault… receiving this raw, unfiltered, animalistic sexual desire in his body, yet he wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t displeased. Because he knew this wasn’t some perverted urge that could be satisfied with just anyone passing by.
He knew it was a deformed sexual desire that occurred precisely because the target was Choi Hong-seo.
An abnormal possessiveness toward a partner with whom he had understood and accepted everything, becoming one from the very source.
Choi Hong-seo was not much different.
He wanted to take not only the tender and exemplary parts of Lee Hae-sung, but also the twisted and delinquent parts. Not just his glory, but even the blood on his hands in the dark.
“Uncl… Hyu, Hyung… Hae-sung Hyung…”
Instead of answering, he sucked on Choi Hong-seo’s lower lip. His deep eyes, half-closed with languor, were dimly clouded as he approached ejaculation. He could feel the speed and pulse of the man racing along a steep curve of pleasure toward climax inside his body. For Choi Hong-seo, that was another kind of peak, an ecstasy.
Looking down at the lower part of his face as he toyed with his lower lip, just as he did when sucking his nipples, Choi Hong-seo muttered, intoxicated by the euphoria.
“W-will you… kill Kim Jae-won too?”
“What?”
Lee Hae-sung, letting go of the lip he had been sucking, furrowed his brow. Even so, he seemed to have no intention of stopping the fucking, relaxing the tension in his firm buttocks before contracting them powerfully to carve through Choi Hong-seo’s interior.
“Are you… worried that I might kill Kim Jae-won?”
“N-no, it’s just, hah… Hyung, getting blood on your hands again… because of Kim Jae-won…”
Lee Hae-sung gripped Choi Hong-seo’s lower jaw.
“Hnnng! Mmm! Ngh! Hah, hng!”
Slap. His pelvis slammed home, as if slapping against the buttocks. His entire body vibrated. It was an insertion that felt like being struck in the deepest part with a blunt instrument. Licking from Choi Hong-seo’s jaw up to the corner of his mouth with a hot tongue, he spoke.
“If Hong-seo… says that bastard’s name one more time, then I might just kill him.”
Then, he blocked his mouth with a kiss so he couldn’t speak.
“Mmm… mm. Hup.”
Genitals and anus, lips and tongue. Connected up and down through the most private and fragile skin, he finally reached a violent ejaculation. Even while ejaculating, he pushed Choi Hong-seo as if to destroy him, determined to see it through to the end, pushing him upward and stroking him as if crushing his entire body.
“Hah, hng! Ah, s-stop… haaa, mmm!”
Like when his hand rummaged through his mouth, the stimulation of his warm semen being rubbed continuously inside his body. Despite not being erect, the feeling of a climax approached Choi Hong-seo.
“This is scary… Hyung, Hyung, it’s scary!”
A dry orgasm was far more intense than an ejaculation felt through the penis. It was a new world that could not be described in words, a pleasure he had only ever felt through Lee Hae-sung.
“Hong-seo.”
He whispered, biting Choi Hong-seo’s earlobe with a feverish voice.
“Tell me honestly.”
“It’s… so full… my s-stomach… feels like it’s going to burst.”
Lee Hae-sung’s lips, which had been biting his earlobe, slid down the long line of his neck to his shoulder. Then, he caressed Choi Hong-seo’s lower abdomen deeply, over the pubic hair.
“I’m going to burst… Hyung, Hyung, I’m going to burst…”
“You feel like you’ll burst. And? Is that all?”
“It feels good… it feels so good… I feel like I’m going crazy, I can’t think of anything but you…”
“Me too. Inside you, I can only think of you.”
That day, Lee Hae-sung’s sex was like sweet fruit given in such abundance that his mouth overflowed.
Choi Hong-seo ejaculated twice, but the number of times he reached a climax without ejaculating was countless. With dry orgasms, it was possible to reach a peak over and over. In the end, his body felt as if it had physically melted and sprawled across the bathroom floor.
After rubbing his genitals against the ejaculated semen to get an erection again, and ejaculating once more, filling Choi Hong-seo’s belly with thick fluid one last time, Lee Hae-sung finally pulled his penis out of Choi Hong-seo’s body.
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After sitting the wrecked and limp Choi Hong-seo on the marble ledge, Lee Hae-sung finally peeled off his T-shirt. The L-brand striped T-shirt held in his hand was so squeezed and stretched that its original shape was unrecognizable.
“This… can’t be worn anymore.”
He spoke with a shrug, looking troubled, and for some reason, he seemed annoying. But Choi Hong-seo was in such a state of complete exhaustion that he couldn’t even say a word.
Lee Hae-sung used the showerhead to thoroughly wash the body that was slumped against the wall.
“Hong-seo needs to lie down first.”
He carried Choi Hong-seo, hoisting him over his shoulder, out of the shower booth. Grabbing a handful of towels, he returned to the bedroom and, while holding Choi Hong-seo, roughly spread a towel over the bed with one hand.
Finally, he could lie down on the soft bed.
The things that happened in the bathroom kept coming back to him. They were such overwhelming events that just thinking about them made his entire body feel as if it were burning red.
Lying on the towel, Choi Hong-seo glanced down at his chest. His entire chest was flushed red, as if it had been rubbed against something. No matter how he looked at it, it was a chest that had been brutally tormented by sex. It felt as if not just the nipples, but his entire chest had become an erogenous zone. He felt momentarily gloomy at the thought that it might have become so sensitive that it would interfere with his daily life.