By Zephyria 
“Let go when I’m asking nicely.”
Kim Ha-yoon held onto his waist, unmoving. He kept rubbing his face against his abdomen, pressing against his lower body, which made Ire feel strange. Just as he was about to pry his arms off, he lifted the bottom of his shirt and shoved his face inside.
He pushed him away in disgust, and his head emerged from under the shirt. His usually neat hair was disheveled, and his cheeks were slightly flushed. Kim Ha-yoon often had a boyish face despite his age, and this was one of those times. He used to find that face appealing, but now it all seemed fake.
“I didn’t want to say this,”
“Don’t.”
“Why do I only get hard when I see you?”
He was about to kick him, but Kim Ha-yoon quickly blocked him with his injured hand. Hesitating, he used his other hand to brace himself on the bed and climbed on top of him, staring down.
“Be honest. You’re all pent up too.”
“Haven’t you heard the rumors about me sleeping around with women?”
“Lies. You’re just scared.”
His expression hardened, hit right on the mark. Ever since he was young, he had avoided such opportunities because he was an infected. For fear of infecting someone. After Matteo became that way, his anxiety only grew. In the brief moment his mind wandered, Kim Ha-yoon reached down and groped between Ire’s legs.
“What do you usually do? With your hand?”
“Get out of here before I kill you.”
“I’ll relieve you.”
“I said get out.”
“Even better if I infect you in the process. There’s no better revenge.”
Locked in the Intelligence Agency, he had countless times thought about that. That Kim Ha-yoon would be infected, even belatedly. That he would thoroughly regret it. Contrary to his desperate wishes, he was perfectly fine, and even rubbing his lips with blood had no effect.
He twisted his injured hand, and Kim Ha-yoon frowned, wincing. “It hurts.”
“Don’t try any tricks.”
“If you really don’t like it, think of me as a sex toy. You can even think of me as a male prostitute.”
He was amazed that he could say he was a male prostitute and still smile so brightly. Ire glared at him, and Kim Ha-yoon tried to kiss him. He turned his head away, and he sighed and slowly moved down.
“Fine. I won’t ask for your lips.”
He was relieved, but then his pants and underwear were pulled down. Startled, he sprang up, and his testicles disappeared into his mouth.
“Fucking hell!”
Seeing his testicles in someone else’s mouth in broad daylight was unbelievable. In contrast, the desires he had been suppressing surged. He was a man, so why wouldn’t he want this? But the other person was Kim Ha-yoon.
“Get out!”
He kicked his shoulder, but he was grabbed and his upper body fell backward. Before he could resist, his legs were lifted and his testicles were rolled around in his mouth. He covered his eyes with his hands and cursed. Sucking sounds came from below, and his lower abdomen kept tightening. As he licked his testicles and stroked his shaft, a thin fluid trickled from the tip of his glans.
After spitting out his testicles, Kim Ha-yoon immediately took his cock into his mouth. He moved his head up and down, and the foreskin rubbed against the mucous membrane, creating friction, and excitement and pleasure filled him, pushing away the uncomfortable feelings.
He hated Kim Ha-yoon so much, but he was disgusted with himself for panting with pleasure as he sucked his cock, yet his body faithfully focused on the act. He grabbed Kim Ha-yoon’s hair and unconsciously moved his hips, thrusting deeper inside. When Kim Ha-yoon poked his urethra with the tip of his tongue, it was as if stars were flashing before his eyes.
“Ah, fuck!”
He looked down and met Kim Ha-yoon’s eyes. He was smiling with the corners of his mouth while poking his urethra with his tongue. He ejaculated with a surge, and he trembled and covered his face with his hands in shame.
He was catching his breath when he heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. He lifted his head and saw Kim Ha-yoon taking out his own cock. Seeing it already erect and flailing upward, Ire snapped back to his senses.
“It’s over, so get out.”
“I’m not asking you to spread your legs. Just lend it to me for a moment.”
Lend what? Before he could ask, he positioned himself between his legs. Kim Ha-yoon’s cock touched his, which was now erect. It was hot. Burning hot, almost scalding. He climbed on top of him, and their bodies overlapped, and their cocks were crushed under their weight. Before he could pull away in panic, Kim Ha-yoon slowly moved his hips.
Rubbing against each other while pressed together, blood began to rush to his lower body again.
“Ha, fuck… you know you’re really sexy?”
When he tried to kiss him, he avoided it, so he lifted his shirt and licked his chest. He couldn’t come to his senses as he ravenously bit and sucked his nipples like someone who hadn’t eaten in days. He felt a surge of pleasure from the continuous stimulation from above and below. When he pushed his head away to stop, he lifted his head. He smiled with saliva on the corners of his mouth and then licked his neck and ears.
“Don’t think too hard. Whether it’s a male prostitute, a sex toy, until you feel better, I’ll let you use me.”
His whispering voice was ticklish. Thwack, thwack, now he was thrusting with force, making him feel like he was being penetrated. Damn it. He bit his lower lip tightly to avoid moaning, but Kim Ha-yoon finally turned his head and swallowed his lips.
The scabbed area burst, and he felt the bitter taste of iron. It came under his tongue and wrapped around from the root, stirring him up madly. The speed of the thrusting gradually increased, and as he reached his climax, he buried his face in his neck and hugged him so tightly that he couldn’t breathe.
Then something hot poured onto his abdomen, and Ire also reached his climax. He heard rough breathing and a low laugh in his ear. As he gradually regained his senses, he began to push Kim Ha-yoon’s shoulder away.
“If you’re done, get off.”
“You’re so cold. Just stay like this a little longer.”
“You’re heavy.”
He didn’t even pretend to listen and started moving his hips again, so Ire finally pushed him off. His stomach was a mess, mixed with Kim Ha-yoon’s and his own. He felt a sense of self-loathing as he looked at it, and Kim Ha-yoon traced a picture on it with his fingertips. He slapped his hand away and went to the bathroom to wash, but Kim Ha-yoon followed him.
When he told him to leave, he showed him his bandaged hand and smiled shamelessly.
“You have to wash me. I’m injured.”
Kim Ha-yoon barely opened his eyes at the loud noise. He couldn’t wake up easily. The wind had been blowing all night, rattling the windows, and dust had entered through the cracks, making his throat scratchy and preventing him from sleeping soundly.
He got out of bed and noticed that the floor was covered in a hazy layer of dust, unlike yesterday. He frowned and looked across the room, but Ire was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t in the bathroom either, and the shoes that had been at the entrance had also disappeared without a trace.
His head spun, and he briefly grabbed the bed railing, closed his eyes, and then walked to the window. Sand was piled up on the outside, and when he opened the window, it creaked and crumbled, pouring inside.
Damn it….
Outside, people were busily cleaning up the mess around their homes. After confirming that Ire was gone, he closed the window again. He was about to get dressed to go out when he found a bill on the table. He picked it up, puzzled. The crumpled bill wasn’t his.
As he examined the bill, the door opened and Ire came in. He was carrying an old basket in his hand. He guessed that it contained breakfast. He remembered that the owner had given him food in that when he stayed here before. Of course, he hadn’t touched it.
Kim Ha-yoon’s face relaxed and he smiled.
“I thought you ran away.”
Ire placed the basket on the table with a calm expression. In fact, he had woken up early in the morning and thought about running away, but he gave up because he couldn’t find a way to get to District D. He had thought about stealing Kim Ha-yoon’s car, but the locks were on, so it wouldn’t budge.
“I went to get breakfast.”
Kim Ha-yoon waved the bill between his fingers.
“What’s this?”
“Payment.”
The smile vanished from Kim Ha-yoon’s face at the unexpected word. “What?” he asked, and Ire roughly wiped the dust off the table with his hand and took out the food from the basket one by one. It was all canned bean soup and bread, but it was enough to fill him up.
“You said you were a male prostitute.”
“Ah, so you gave me payment?”
Ire delivered a strong blow to his smiling face.
“Is it too little? I thought I gave you a lot considering the skills you used.”
He had brushed off the payment as a joke, but he couldn’t brush off the last words, and his face crumpled. He asked what that meant, but Ire kept his mouth shut and only tore off a piece of bread and ate it. Kim Ha-yoon persistently pressed him, but he couldn’t get any answer until he left.