By Zephyria 
Thwack. It felt like that sound came from my buttocks.
Yoon Joo-ho had thrust all the way in without mercy in one go.
Song Hyun-soo clenched the hand covering the back of his hand. He bit his lower lip and buried his face in the pillow. He had to do something to endure the pressure that made his entire lower body tremble.
“Hngh, hngh. Hngh.”
Sobs that sounded like he was trying to compose himself escaped between his lips repeatedly.
He was afraid that if Yoon Joo-ho moved even slightly now, his insides would burst. Clinging desperately, he tightly held his fingers and turned his head to find his face.
“Not yet! S-Slowly… Senior, slowly…”
Yoon Joo-ho whispered, rubbing his lips against the sweat-dampened nape of his neck.
“I’ll handle it. Just focus on feeling good.”
His voice was deeper and more broken than usual, but strangely, it sounded even sweeter. Like crackers, sharp and crisp, slathered with honey.
Yoon Joo-ho released Song Hyun-soo’s hand, and his right hand moved downward. It stroked down his side, then moved toward the front of his buttocks, which were raised toward the ceiling—toward Song Hyun-soo’s penis. He wrapped his hand around the hanging member and stroked toward the glans.
“Haaah, hngh, eung.”
Song Hyun-soo’s waist immediately twisted.
Ugh. As his hips squeezed the penis, Yoon Joo-ho swallowed a groan and bit the flesh on the back of his neck.
“You have to be careful.”
“Hngh, hngh… Haak.”
“You’re not alone right now, are you?”
“What k-kind of… nonsense…”
“I’m inside you.”
“Stop! Stop saying crazy things…!”
Yoon Joo-ho laughed low right by his ear. It was a laugh that seemed to taste salty like sweat. Through the tightly connected junction, through his penis filling his buttocks to the point of bursting, Song Hyun-soo felt the vibration of the laughter.
He felt his breath, the pulse of the penis, and the subtle movements of his lower abdomen as if they were one.
In this state, he felt like he couldn’t deny that he had him inside him.
Sensing Song Hyun-soo’s tension easing, Yoon Joo-ho slowly began to rotate his hips. He wasn’t moving forward or backward. With his penis fully inserted, he moved in circles with his hips, gradually widening the interior.
The base of his penis strongly rubbed against the entrance of the anus. The sensation at the entrance was the most vivid. It felt like the junction was melting. Song Hyun-soo groaned again, collapsing inwardly.
“Hngh, hngh. Hngh.”
“Understand? Me moving in here.”
His hand, which had been touching the penis, pressed down firmly on his lower abdomen and asked.
Opening his dry lips and gasping for breath, Song Hyun-soo nodded almost reflexively.
The trembling of his eyes, the beads of sweat on the bridge of his nose, the breath fluttering in and out of his parted lips—Yoon Joo-ho’s gaze, indulging in every detail, was hot.
Licking his earlobe with the tip of his tongue, he then tapped the tip of Song Hyun-soo’s penis twice with his right index finger. The obscene image of the transparent fluid stretching between his fingertip and the glans was vivid before his eyes.
“Haaah! Hngh! Keuh-hng!”
Song Hyun-soo writhed and twisted his lower body, and Yoon Joo-ho pressed down harder with his entire shoulder and chest, subduing him like a captured beast.
“Don’t do that. You’re making me more excited?”
Pressed against his upper body, he couldn’t even struggle his shoulders anymore. With his cheek against the pillow, he had no choice but to accept every stimulus he injected.
Tormenting his front, back, and ears simultaneously, he completely scattered Song Hyun-soo’s body and mind.
He clawed at the blanket with his right hand while clutching and stroking Yoon Joo-ho’s hand and arm with his left, flailing about. His watch. The ice-blue dial Day-Date caught his fingertips.
“Haaah, hngh. Hngh. Hngh…”
Song Hyun-soo looked at it with wet eyes.
This watch was the only permitted decoration on Yoon Joo-ho’s naked body. The fact suddenly felt unbearably endearing. Touching the bracelet, which was lukewarm from his body heat, he rubbed his nose and lips against that hand.
He felt a gaze fixed upon him as he did so.
“I told you not to let them take it, right? To take it back.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s breath, close to his ear, was rough.
“I tried to.”
He tried to turn his head to check his face, but the downward pressure prevented him. With his penis held inside him, he had no choice but to listen to his story.
“But just because you chase them… doesn’t mean you can get everything back.”
“Eugh, hngh. Yes… hngh.”
The hand stroking his penis was getting faster.
Why did he have to say things like this, at this exact timing?
“The smell, the shape—it all changes. Sometimes I don’t even know if it’s the one I was chasing.”
Song Hyun-soo’s heart began to beat rapidly. He felt blood rushing to his head. Not because of the sex, but because of something else. He reached his hand between his legs, overlapped it with the hand shaking his penis, and held it tight. He glanced sideways at Yoon Joo-ho, almost glaring.
“Did you meet that person from before today?”
“…”
“Was that it?”
Was that why he came to his house, and why he was acting so strangely even now while they were deep into it?
Yoon Joo-ho frowned deeply.
“Instead of acting, why don’t you try writing a script?”
Ignoring Song Hyun-soo’s hand trying to stop him, Yoon Joo-ho continued to stimulate his front. The angle of his hip rotation was also becoming steeper. As the smooth pubic hair brushed against his soft buttocks, Song Hyun-soo’s voice trembled.
“No matter how mean you are, Senior. I’m not leaving.”
Whether he was listening or not, Yoon Joo-ho, who had completely subdued Song Hyun-soo’s body, just bit everywhere his lips touched. His shoulders, upper back, the nape of his neck, and behind his ears. It felt like he would be ragged with his teeth marks. It didn’t matter.
“That person already lost you, and right now, I’m the one next to you.”
“You’re not next to me right now, you’re under me. It’s doggy style.”
“Say whatever you want. If you’re testing me, go ahead and try.”
“…”
“I won’t stop liking you. And I won’t betray you.”
Crack.
He thought he had been filled to the absolute limit, beyond what was possible. But unbelievably, his glans suddenly pushed deeper inside.
“Aaaah… Hngh… Eugh….”
Song Hyun-soo clutched Yoon Joo-ho’s hand and trembled violently. Yoon Joo-ho pushed his sharply pointed tongue into his ear canal and said,
“Want to write a contract? I don’t trust verbal promises.”
“Sure, I’ll write one.”
He wasn’t someone who didn’t want it; he was someone afraid to take a step forward. He was someone who deceived himself into not wanting it because he feared what came after losing it. What could pushing him do?
Yoon Joo-ho’s low snort was audible.
Was it a sound of belief, or disbelief? Of satisfaction, or of futility? It was an incomprehensible laugh.
Yoon Joo-ho’s penis, which Song Hyun-soo thought was piercing the very bottom of his heart because it was so deep, began to withdraw.
Song Hyun-soo trembled, stamping his feet.
“Ah, no! Not yet! Not yet!”
He stretched his right arm back and waved it, but it was insufficient to stop his movement.
Tsk, Yoon Joo-ho clicked his tongue.
The penis, half withdrawn, slowly plunged back in long and deep. It felt like a long time, as if it hadn’t even been half out. The moment the glans hit a wall, it withdrew again, and then slowly wriggled its way back in.
The end of the inner wall, which seemed to be forcibly opened, now felt mushy and soft every time his penis hammered against it. Like butter that had just begun to melt.
“Haaah, eug… hngh, hngh.”
The reality of accepting him felt as vivid as touching him with his hands or seeing inside him with his eyes.
The rhythm of the hand stimulating his front matched the rhythm of his hips thrusting inside. He felt completely pierced by him, from back to front. He panted wildly, raising his buttocks. Unconsciously, he tightened his sphincter.
Slap, slap, slap. His groin, buttocks, thighs, and thighs were completely pressed together. The sticky sweat seeping out mixed with other fluids, making everything slick. That sensation and sound heightened his arousal.
Every time his penis cut through inside him and struck his buttocks, his body shook violently forward and backward. Pushed by that force, the pillow slid away.
His waist was violent, yet it masterfully grasped the limit Song Hyun-soo could handle. It injected only the amount of pain he could bear.
The vague pain gradually faded, and distinct pleasure overtook it. It rose fiercely, covering and swallowing the pain, dyeing the pain in its own color. Pleasure surged through his entire body.
Rubbing his cheek violently against the mattress, he ejaculated into his hand under him.
“I came! I came! I came, you crazy bastard!”
“The crazy bastard knows.”
Fumbling his wet hand backward to smear semen on the junction, Yoon Joo-ho continued to thrust his hips.
“You came in my hand. Do you think I wouldn’t know that?”
“If you know, then st-stop… Hngh, hngh. Haah.”
He felt like his very brain was being pounded. Deep, rough penetrations that seemed to shatter all the memories and emotions stored in his brain were relentlessly poured in.