By Zephyria 
“Ugh, ngh!”
Seo Yi-kyung’s mouth was so parched that he couldn’t even feel the saliva to swallow. In contrast, wet, squelching sounds echoed repeatedly from below. They leaked alternately from Han Seung-jae’s hand and the narrow hole.
“Ha, ugh.”
For a moment, Seo Yi-kyung’s toes curled and his entire body stiffened. Soon after, bodily fluids splattered from Han Seung-jae’s fingertips. He released the penis he had been gripping.
“……Ha, ah……”
Seo Yi-kyung gasped for air repeatedly. Han Seung-jae grabbed his limp thighs. Seo Yi-kyung’s hips were pulled out from the table. Holding Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs with both hands, Han Seung-jae continued the thrusting. Every time he entered, Seo Yi-kyung’s vision turned white, then flickered black, over and over.
He had no idea how much time had passed or how long he had been rummaging inside him. He only felt a dull ache in his gripped thighs, and the hole being constantly penetrated had lost all sensation.
Eventually, Han Seung-jae grabbed Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks and lifted them up. Seo Yi-kyung’s fingertips turned white as he struggled desperately to hold onto the table to keep from falling. His hips were lifted higher than his stomach. The penis, which had been practically trapped in Han Seung-jae’s hand until a moment ago, throbbed against his belly.
His waist, suspended in the air, shook helplessly. Seo Yi-kyung felt dizzy as the dark night sky and the lights decorating the garden blurred together.
“St-stop…… Seung-jae……”
Seo Yi-kyung’s words were close to sobbing, laced with a damp moisture. Despite this, his shaking body showed no sign of stopping.
The penis, having forced the hole open, constantly struck the inner walls. Clear fluid surged from the tip of Seo Yi-kyung’s penis, splashing onto his flushed neck.
At the same time, heavy breaths poured over his upper chest. Seo Yi-kyung’s hips slowly descended. As the glans scraped against the hole on its way out, a tingling sensation shot through Seo Yi-kyung’s waist. Semen leaked out from the hole amidst the violent spasms of his inner thighs.
Pulling his waist back, Han Seung-jae looked down at Seo Yi-kyung. He looked as if he didn’t even have the strength to close his splayed legs.
Han Seung-jae reached out. The bathrobe he was wearing fluttered in the wind, wide open. He caressed Seo Yi-kyung’s Adam’s apple. Seo Yi-kyung’s entire body, exhaling shallow breaths, was filled with searing heat. After wiping the fluids from Seo Yi-kyung’s neck, Han Seung-jae grabbed his shoulders and helped him up.
“Haa…… haa……”
Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body heaved as he exhaled the rushing air. Han Seung-jae’s face, watching him, was nearly expressionless. However, the blood concentrated in one place in his body was still boiling.
When he had forced his penis into the narrow hole, Han Seung-jae felt his cock being entwined by the hot inner walls. At the same time, he felt as if something that had been tightening had suddenly snapped.
Han Seung-jae placed both hands under the armpits of the staggering Seo Yi-kyung to support him. As Seo Yi-kyung struggled to move forward, his thin inner thighs were slippery, mixed with semen and love fluid.
Seo Yi-kyung’s gaze turned toward the bathroom. He could feel the fluids flowing between his buttocks with every step. Every time the hole twitched, Seo Yi-kyung barely managed to bring his trembling thighs together. Even so, semen continued to leak from the hole. Watching this from behind, Han Seung-jae let out a long, low breath.
Seo Yi-kyung’s back, which had been rubbed against the table, was marked with long red streaks. His buttocks were the same. Since he had gripped them with all his might while thrusting, it was only natural that finger marks remained.
“I’ll be gentle this time.”
“……?”
Doubting his ears, Seo Yi-kyung turned around. Han Seung-jae had grabbed his elbow and spun him around.
Thump. A blanket, light and soft as down, touched his back. This was before he could fully comprehend Han Seung-jae’s words. Seo Yi-kyung’s body sank deep into the bed and then rose. Before his eyes, he saw Han Seung-jae removing the bathrobe draped over his shoulders.
A narrow waistline descending from broad shoulders, and curved abdominal muscles situated on an upper body forged by exercise. His upper body slowly bent as he climbed onto the bed. That alone felt like it took Seo Yi-kyung’s breath away. Unable to even regulate his breathing, Seo Yi-kyung’s limp legs parted on their own. Han Seung-jae spread his thighs. Seo Yi-kyung’s thinly trembling legs were lifted upward.
Han Seung-jae once again rubbed his engorged penis against the hole that had turned bright red. The hole, as erotic as its scent, wrapped around him tightly.
Even though he had cleared a path by thrusting, the inside of the hot walls remained narrow. Han Seung-jae thrust his hips upward with a thud. At that moment, Seo Yi-kyung opened his mouth, unable to let out even a single cry from the feeling of being pierced through.
“Oops.”
That was a mistake. Han Seung-jae’s voice sounded as if it were humming from a distance. As the hole stretched to its limit and the sensation of his stomach being filled tightly took over, Seo Yi-kyung’s vision gradually blurred. He had barely managed to take in Han Seung-jae with his whole body on the terrace. Thus, he no longer had the strength to speak.
“Ha, hat……”
His eyes closed instinctively at the sight of the threateningly swaying chandelier. Perhaps it was Seo Yi-kyung’s own body that was shaking.
Wind rushed in through the open terrace door, making the curtains flutter. The pheromones of the two men mixed viscously and scattered throughout the room. The white sandalwood scent pheromones that had been constantly flowing from Han Seung-jae’s body entwined around Seo Yi-kyung’s entire body as if crushing him.
“Nng……”
Han Seung-jae’s kisses continued persistently, as if covering Seo Yi-kyung’s panting lips. Meanwhile, his hip movements surged violently. He pushed the glans into the endlessly open hole, then slammed in all the way to the root.
“Ha, ugh, ngh……”
Han Seung-jae’s broad shoulders and the firm muscles beneath them moved roughly. Seo Yi-kyung’s hair clung to his forehead. His wet body was tossed around in a mess.
* * *
Knock, knock.
Early in the morning, Seo Yi-kyung opened his eyes to the sound of repeated knocking. The room, bathed in sunlight from the window, was silent.
Seo Yi-kyung frowned with one eye. His eyes felt stiff, and his eyelids stung. Seo Yi-kyung murmured, “Yes.” However, the words that leaked from his parched mouth didn’t seem to reach the door.
Knock, knock—.
The sound of knocking was heard again. It was louder and duller than before. Seo Yi-kyung raised his hand to cover his eyes. It felt strange. His voice, which he had faintly heard, was husky. It seemed a bit cracked, too.
The image of himself panting under Han Seung-jae until dawn flickered in his mind. While gripping his penis as if squeezing out what was no longer there, Han Seung-jae had relentlessly forced the hole open and rummaged inside.
“I apologize, Young Master. I am coming in.”
When he received no answer after knocking several times, Butler Do opened the door. He scanned the large room at a glance and walked straight toward the bed.
Seo Yi-kyung lowered the hand covering his eyes and looked at Butler Do, who was approaching hurriedly. In Butler Do’s face, which finally came into focus through his blurred vision, there was a look of concern.
“Were you awake? And you didn’t speak. Breakfast is ready now. You usually don’t oversleep, so why today… More importantly, Director Han will be finishing his workout soon, so please wash up quickly and—”
“…you must go down.” Butler Do’s words stopped abruptly as he grabbed the blanket covering Seo Yi-kyung’s neck. His fingertips curled slightly. Even without uncovering him further, it was more than enough to guess what had happened last night.
Furthermore, there were bruises on Seo Yi-kyung’s wrist, which had emerged from under the blanket. Butler Do spoke with a stiff face.
“Will you be able to get up?”
“…….”
Seo Yi-kyung parted his dry lips. However, the voice came from behind Butler Do.
“Who told you to come in?”
Butler Do’s shoulders stiffened. He lowered the blanket he had been lifting and slowly turned around. The sound of footsteps was repeating at regular intervals.
Butler Do swallowed hard.
In fact, he had been warned by Secretary Park not to come in front of this room except during cleaning hours during the day. There was no need to check who had given the order.
However, since Seo Yi-kyung wasn’t waking up, Butler Do had entered the room in a hurry.
From what he had observed over a short period, Han Seung-jae spent most of his time outside. Therefore, he hoped they could at least spend the mornings together so that the relationship between the couple would grow stronger. More accurately, he strongly hoped that Seo Yi-kyung would not fall out of Han Seung-jae’s favor.
The gaze of the approaching Han Seung-jae was sharp. Perhaps because he had just finished an intense workout, the heat radiating from him was extraordinary.
“I did.”
His cold gaze landed on Seo Yi-kyung lying in bed.
Seo Yi-kyung struggled to push the blanket away and raise his upper body. His eyes distorted instinctively. He didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger. His nipples, touched by the blanket, stung, and his buttocks, rubbing against the sheets, burned. The inner thighs, which had been pressed and stretched to their limit, were equally plagued by pain.
His chest was revealed as the blanket slid down. Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body, covered in red marks, looked almost like that of a sick person. Bloodstains sat everywhere Han Seung-jae’s lips had touched. It was hard to find a blank spot.
Seo Yi-kyung looked down at the bruise on his right wrist. He extended his trembling arm forward.
“Seung-jae did this, too.”
Recalling how Han Seung-jae had declared the day before that he would send Butler Do away if there were bruises on his arms, he intentionally said it was Han Seung-jae’s fault.
“…….”
An eerie silence settled in the room.
Butler Do’s eyes shifted slowly, scanning the two of them. Han Seung-jae’s eyes, looking down at Seo Yi-kyung sitting on the bed, were fierce. And Seo Yi-kyung’s face, looking back at him, was pale.
Coming to his senses late, Butler Do barely managed to open his mouth. It was because the image of Han Seung-jae grabbing a person’s head carelessly had come to mind.
However, Han Seung-jae’s words came faster.
“I know.”
Seo Yi-kyung lowered the arm he had been struggling to hold up.
“As long as you know.”
Butler Do’s lips twitched. He felt something indescribable. The frail Young Master he knew was not the type to argue, demand a definite answer, or question things. He simply accepted and followed the natural order.
“Get up.”
There was power in Han Seung-jae’s low tone. However, Seo Yi-kyung, sitting on the bed, wore a resentful expression. Whose fault is this? Do you think I’m sitting here because I want to be like this?