By Zephyria 
Come to think of it, this sudden surge of heat was all Joo-oh’s fault.
Despite how he clung and hung off him every chance he got, he only ever became this docile and obedient when a hand was pushed inside him.
Even while panting with a flushed face, he simply trembled like a doll in his arms, no matter what was done to him.
That strangely passive attitude tickled and stimulated Mu-hae’s insides. Though it felt too gloomy and perverted to admit, in moments like this, Mu-hae felt a peculiar pleasure, as if he had completely possessed him.
“You’re so greedy.”
“Nng…”
Joo-oh nodded happily, not even understanding the reprimand. His mouth hung open, and the lips he glanced back at were redder than usual.
As if possessed, Mu-hae leaned down and sucked on those heated lips. Every time he moved his hand, the touching flesh let out short, ragged gasps.
The body in his arms flinched, and his grip immediately became wet. He quickly moved his fingertips along the slippery skin.
Joo-oh’s toes curled instantly. The area between his legs was shockingly tender and soft, making Mu-hae feel as if he were touching an unrealistically fragile weakness.
“Ah, eu.”
The perineum, soaked in white fluid, made a squelching sound. Whether the self-produced lubricant smeared over him felt strange, Joo-oh’s toes twitched once more.
“Jin Mu-haaa…”
The name he called incessantly, as if he never grew tired of it, was swallowed up. After biting those soft lips a few times with his front teeth, Mu-hae felt an impulse so strong it made his lower body ache.
Whenever Joo-oh gasped in his arms, a fierce protective instinct and a strange desire for destruction clashed. He certainly loved Joo-oh’s smiling face. And the way he lounged comfortably.
The tiny sound of his breathing, his languidly relaxed body, even the sight of him rolling around like a carefree idler in happiness—it all filled Mu-hae with an overwhelming sense of pride.
Yet, at the same time, he wanted to hold him so tight it hurt. He wanted to pin him to the floor and kiss him until he struggled for breath.
He wanted to wrap his strong arms around him and push him until handprints remained. He wanted to bite and chew him here and there, and thrust into him until the hole swelled red.
Similar ambivalent emotions always shook and churned inside Mu-hae. Deep conflict and excitement pooled in that gap.
Of course, no matter what he did, not even a bite mark would remain on that soft skin, and in the end, he would be the one to run out of breath first…
That was why it was even harder to restrain himself. Because he knew that as long as he didn’t ignore or push him away, Joo-oh would cling to him, saying he loved it, no matter what was done.
“Nng, hng…”
At the touch teasing the area around the hole, the glistening member stood up again. A thing that had no place to be thrust into boasted a quite impressive size.
It was only after stripping Joo-oh that he realized someone else’s could look this good. He had never imagined he would casually have such terrible thoughts regarding a male organ.
Mu-hae lowered the zipper with a loud zip and pulled out the angry member. Only then did he realize he was still wearing the underwear provided by the Tamjeunggwan.
Absurdly, for a moment, he regretted changing his clothes. He thought that at the very least, Joo-oh might have liked something like a prisoner’s uniform, which was utterly useless in life.
‘I’ve lost my mind.’
A very strong reaction came from below. He felt like something was wrong.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?”
“Hah, huu…”
“…Number 28078.”
“No, they didn’t.”
The fellow trembling on his lap straightened his waist the moment he heard the prisoner number. The sound of a thumping heart began to echo loudly from their touching bodies.
As expected, this scatterbrained bastard even liked his life in prison. His buttocks pressed firmly against the hot member.
“I’m going to inspect you.”
“Nng. Okay.”
He nodded so vigorously at the ridiculous words that Mu-hae almost got hit in the back of the head.
Mu-hae lightly tapped his cheek as if telling him to stay still, then swept between his legs with his drenched hand.
“Why are you leaking so much?”
“Jin Mu-hae… I love Jin Mu-hae…”
“If you smell like this, the guys in the same cell will know.”
“Then I shouldn’t…”
Even while giving nonsensical answers intoxicated by pleasure, he managed to provide the correct one.
Satisfying. Mu-hae took a deep breath of the sweet body scent and nibbled on the edge of his reddened ear.
“Then what should you do?”
“Hah, haa. Jin Mu-hae… make it so Jin Mu-hae doesn’t… smell.”
Joo-oh shuddered at the low whisper. As soon as the awaited answer came, Jin Mu-hae supported the backs of his knees with both hands.
The limp body was lifted slightly, and then, without warning, the thick pillar plunged deep into the gaping hole.
“Hik…”
Though he had teased the area, he hadn’t loosened him up beforehand, so the back leaning against him convulsed and leaped.
Mu-hae pressed down firmly on the legs he held. To ensure he wouldn’t fall off the sofa while struggling. To ensure he couldn’t crawl away anywhere.
“Hieuk, hng!”
“Shh… be quiet. What if others see?”
Joo-oh, who had been trembling with wide eyes, belatedly flailed and covered his own mouth. His chest bounced intermittently, like a hiccup.
The moans stopped, but the heavy sound of panting intensified, making it feel as if he were taking him in a hidden corner of a prison cell.
‘Fuck.’
I’ve really gone too far. Now I’m truly an undeniable pervert.
It was infuriating yet arousing that his head felt like it was spinning from such a pathetic delusion.
But he had no energy to blame anyone. Since he was already rotten, he might as well do what he had to do before self-loathing set in.
“Look ahead. Put on a… huu… normal expression.”
Thwack. As he thrust his hips up with all his might, a squelching sound echoed from below. The tight inner walls squeezed and gripped the roughly thrust pillar.
Joo-oh started to let out a watery moan but quickly covered his mouth again. Every time Mu-hae drove himself in and pressed hard, Joo-oh’s body swayed unsteadily.
“Ah, euuu…”
“When are the lights out?”
“Uuung, nine… nine o’clock…”
“Act like nothing is happening until then.”
Tapping his cheek again, Mu-hae pulled his hips back and thrust in deep once more. The fellow, who had been nodding, stiffened and tilted his head back sharply.
“Jin Mu-hae, Jin… uu…”
Since he was calling his name again, Mu-hae let go of one leg and blocked his mouth. He had no intention of choking him, so he merely let Joo-oh bite down on his middle and ring fingers.
Lick. The soft tongue swept over his skin several times, and the hand that had been relatively clean soon became drenched in saliva.
The thought flashed through his mind that his finger might be bitten off, but there was no sense of crisis cutting through the back of his neck. He would not clench his teeth, even by mistake.
—Crunch! Crunch! Bang!
—♪♩-!
—The most intense match to hit the end of this year! A feast of machines that crush, mash, and explode!
In the morning before noon, the TV they had left on was playing a long string of commercials. After the cloying promotion for Gam-na’s new marshmallow pecan-flavored snack ended, a teaser for a prime-time program began.
Hectic metal music played, and the already cluttered atmosphere of the house instantly became delinquent.
He didn’t have the mental capacity to turn off the TV now, but it was fine. In the slums at this hour, there wouldn’t be any cultural programs or children’s educational broadcasts that would kill the mood.
Because in areas outside the official residential zones, several channels weren’t broadcast due to various ‘circumstances’ like technology or cost.
“Uuu, heh. The song from the next cell.”
Coincidentally, it seemed that brought memories of the prison back to Joo-oh’s mind. In less than a week, he had enjoyed all sorts of ‘content’ in the cell.
Push. At the sensation of being pressed inside, he let out a strange, purring sound and struggled to turn his head.
After a while, their eyes met again. His usually pale face was flushed red, his eyes were unfocused, and the corners of his half-covered mouth were wet.
He mumbled, sucking on the fingers. Despite having swallowed something hideous all the way to the root, he looked anxious, as if wanting more.
Mu-hae let out an unintentional chuckle and removed the hand covering the mouth. The red tongue followed, licking the corner of his lips regretfully.
“Hieuk, hng… mm…”
He leaned down again to kiss the still panting face. Joo-oh tried to turn around and embrace him, but he flinched at the point of connection and sank back down.
“Uu…”
“Who told you to move?”
“9 o’clock… isn’t it yet?”
Since it was still morning, there was plenty of time until 9 PM. What he was asking for wasn’t the actual time, but permission from Mu-hae.
Permission to cling as he pleased, moan, and call Jin Mu-hae’s name to his heart’s content. Every time the face he saw in those red eyes flickered, his blurred gaze snapped back into focus.
Well… Mu-hae mischievously dragged out his words and pressed firmly on the naked man’s lower abdomen.
At the pressure that felt close to pleasure, Joo-oh whimpered, his toes trembling. Mu-hae whispered into his distracted ear in a half-submerged voice.
“Don’t roll your eyes back; you have to smile. We’re going to have a headcount; are you going to show the badge that kind of face?”
It was truly trashy talk. No atrocity he had committed in his life would be as chilling as the words he was uttering while having him sit on his cock.
Yet, at that crude threat, the limp expression formed a clumsy smile. Just as told, he half-closed his unfocused eyes and stretched the corners of his twitching mouth.
Damn it. He no longer had the patience to dawdle.
It’s 9 o’clock. Mu-hae couldn’t bring himself to say the last words and pulled Joo-oh up in an embrace.
As the shaft slid out with a wet sound, Joo-oh’s mouth gasped again. Mu-hae hugged him back, sat him on his lap again, and embraced him so tightly he felt he might crush.
“…!”
When he thrust the member back in to the hilt, Joo-oh’s body leaped without a sound.
A grating sound escaped from between Mu-hae’s teeth, and taking that as a signal, Joo-oh began to smile in sheer happiness.