By Zephyria 
Chapter 1
Two years ago, August. It was a summer where the buzzing of cicadas hammered against the eardrums.
They said last year was the hottest on record, but this year was just as relentless. Hae-won gripped the collar of his t-shirt, fluttering it for air as he pressed the doorbell. The ice cream in the plastic bag he held—carried immediately after finishing his errands—was melting bit by bit even at this moment. He quickly showed his face to the clean, common intercom, devoid of a single scratch.
“Hey. Open up quickly.”
Why are you late?
“I bought this.”
He shook the bag in front of the small camera lens. The front door opened with a cheerful sound, and he pushed through, crossing the familiar garden.
Hae-won liked this neighborhood. It was quiet and tidy. He didn’t have to wake up to the thumping sound of construction every morning, and there were no foul smells that pierced the nose whenever he passed a utility pole. He liked the neatly trimmed grass that showed the meticulous touch of a caretaker rather than overgrown brush, and the lush ornamental trees; but above all…
“Hae-won! Come here—!”
Seo Hae-young, leaning his stomach against the second-floor railing and lounging limply, waved his arm. He looked every bit the college student spending his entire vacation rolling around. Hae-won looked at Seo Hae-young standing in the sunlight and lowered his head deeply. He felt a pathetic smile about to break. And he feared that if dirty emotions mixed into that smile, Seo Hae-young might notice.
“No.”
Instead, he muttered softly toward the grass.
Until he arrived, he felt as if his legs were melting, but his steps felt light as he stepped onto the lawn. As he opened the front door and entered, a sigh of happiness escaped him naturally. Cool, pleasant air filled his lungs. Shaking the bag, he changed into slippers and immediately headed up the stairs to the second floor. He strode with long steps toward the room he could find even with his eyes closed.
How long had it been since he’d seen that face? Barely suppressing the corners of his mouth that wanted to curl up, he poked his head through the open bedroom door.
“I’m here.”
“You’re here? You brat, is it that hard to see your face?”
Ah. A deep furrow formed between Hae-won’s brows. Tae-gyeom, who had been tapping away on his phone while lying directly under the air conditioner, flicked his bare foot as if offering a greeting. Although they hung out together, Hae-won didn’t particularly like him. When that praised sociability felt like something clingy, that said it all. Even more so after his long-kept secret had been discovered.
Feeling deflated, Hae-won trudged into the room and took out the half-melted ice cream from the bag. The fact that he had bought three—meaning they could share—only served to dampen his mood further.
As Hae-won divided the ice cream with both hands, Tae-gyeom put away his phone and bolted upright. Seeing Hae-won’s expression, which looked ready to punch someone after so long, the mischievous Tae-gyeom sneered.
“Huh? Why that face? Between friends?”
“Whatever.”
As he turned his back to Tae-gyeom, the damp plastic packaging felt like it was slipping in his hand. Meanwhile, Seo Hae-young, sprawled on the bed, was watching him from an inverted perspective. Hae-won pretended to crumple the bag and secretly swallowed hard.
Seeing Seo Hae-young after two months, he was as beautiful as ever. It wasn’t the kind of thing to say about a guy built like a mountain, but in Hae-won’s eyes, he looked breathtakingly beautiful. Because of that, he didn’t even notice the outstretched hand grabbing the back of his thigh. Startled, Hae-won looked down and bit his lip.
“What are you giving me?”
As Seo Hae-young, lying with his fair forehead fully exposed, grinned, Hae-won’s vision blurred. He recalled a past dream where he had performed fellatio in exactly this position. It was a scandalous imagination. Hurriedly stepping back, he thrust the ice cream into the waiting hand.
“…Here.”
“I hate red bean. Something else.”
Seo Hae-young, rolling over, pushed his hand into the bag. And yet you like red bean. Looking down at the crown of Seo Hae-young’s head as he rejected the flavor Hae-won had intentionally chosen, Hae-won opened the bag wide with both hands. Seo Hae-young agonized for a long time between the only two remaining options, eventually picking a strawberry popsicle, setting it on the floor, and tearing open the red bean ice cream packaging. Hae-won, who had intended to throw that one to Tae-gyeom, asked abruptly.
“I thought you said you hated that.”
“It’s for you to eat.”
“…I hate it too.”
“Eat it.”
Seo Hae-young held out the unwrapped ice cream. With a reluctant face, Hae-won took the long, dark-colored ice cream and put it between his lips. It wasn’t a flavor he would go out of his way to seek. As he took a large bite and crushed it with his molars, a vaguely sweet taste lingered in his mouth. Seo Hae-young, who had been staring intently, smiled showing his neat teeth after confirming the movement of Hae-won’s Adam’s apple. Hae-won took another bite and shook the light bag. Only the melon flavor remained.
“Yoon Hae-won! What about me? Do I not have a mouth?”
Without replying, he threw the bag as it was. Tae-gyeom pulled the ice cream out of the flying bag and made a disgusted face.
“Ah. Of all things, melon… of all things.”
“Don’t eat it if you don’t want to.”
The ice cream, already half-melted, collapsed quickly. Sticky liquid began to drip onto the fingers holding the stick; as he quickly bit down on the bottom, an unfamiliar scent brushed the tip of his nose. It was a strong perfume. Then, a clammy piece of flesh brushed against the back of his hand. His eyes slowly turned toward Tae-gyeom, who had licked the back of his hand and pulled away.
“…Are you crazy?”
“It was melting.”
Shrugging, Tae-gyeom unwrapped the ice cream and nonchalantly muttered, “I actually like red bean.” Hae-won’s gaze shifted awkwardly to Seo Hae-young. As expected, Seo Hae-young, lying face down on the bed, had an expression as if he were chewing sand. Like sand mixed with dirty mud that someone had trampled on.
“…Gross.”
The expression of undisguised disgust pierced Hae-won’s chest. Without any seriousness, the words were drawn out, sounding closer to “gro-o-oss,” but it was the same regardless. Hae-won, pushing the remaining ice cream into his mouth at once, frowned. He hoped it looked as if he had a brain freeze from eating something cold too quickly.
Pretending to go to the bathroom, Hae-won left the room and walked down the hallway, slipping into another room. Since he had been coming and going from this house since childhood, he knew where everything was better than the owner, Seo Hae-young. Since no one complained even if he rummaged through every drawer, he had no hesitations. He entered the room called a study—though it was actually a storage room—and perched on a large chair. He spun the swivel chair, staring meaninglessly at the room as it blurred and distorted.
Come to think of it, it had been quite a while. Since he met Seo Hae-young, and since he started liking him.
“Your name is similar to mine… Yoon Hae-won, right?”
Recalling their first meeting, Seo Hae-young had approached him first, using their names as an excuse. Thirteen-year-old Hae-won, hiding a bloody nose because he didn’t want to show the state he was in after being beaten by a classmate, had looked up at Seo Hae-young standing against the sunlight and said that.
So what?
Even in the face of a fierce glare, Seo Hae-young had laughed brightly. That scene was still vividly etched in Hae-won’s mind. They call it a nimbus. The circular halo shining brilliantly behind Seo Hae-young’s head had been dazzling. Because of that, while he narrowed his eyes for a moment, he didn’t see the leg swinging toward him.
Hae-won had been beaten soundly that day. And the next day, in a swollen state, he had become friends with Seo Hae-young.
Seo Hae-young was an oddity. He would habitually poke at anything that piqued his interest, and once his heart cooled, he discarded it ruthlessly. Swimming was like that, boxing was like that, and it was the same with studies or people. Behind the backdrop of countless interests changed over ten years was a supportive family, and among the things that hadn’t been discarded was Hae-won. The pitiful Yoon Hae-won, who was poor and beaten with fists by a father who crawled home drunk.
Hae-won at nineteen. At a point where he had neither the money nor the heart to hold a funeral for his father, who had died alone, and was facing a waiver for the disposal of the corpse, Seo Hae-young, for some reason, provided the funeral expenses. It was a time when only one or two distant relatives showed their faces and left, and he spent his time lying on the warm floor without even acting as the chief mourner.
“Why did you help me?”
Though he entered Seo Hae-young’s house as if it were his own, he was distant with the guy’s parents. They weren’t the type of parents to say “Don’t play with a kid like that!”; they were simply uninterested. Seo Hae-young’s second sister tended to be fond of Hae-won, but not to the extent of readily paying for a funeral. In the funeral hall where no one came, Seo Hae-young, who was lying beside him playing a mobile game, replied nonchalantly.
“Just because. Clear this level for me.”
“Give it here.”
It was a rhythm game that Hae-won had already mastered. Seo Hae-young, lying down and watching the fingers move rapidly across the wide screen, muttered softly.
“Yoon Hae-won, your nails are pretty.”
At that moment, Hae-won’s finger slipped. He missed the combo.
It was then that Hae-won realized. In the funeral hall where the acrid scent paralyzed the nose, only Seo Hae-young’s scent was vivid.
“What are you doing?”
The spinning chair stopped. Tae-gyeom, gripping the backrest, turned the chair and leaned over. Hair that had been bleached and dyed every few months and finally covered with a dark color, making it frizzy, floated up and settled. It was a position where their noses could have touched.
The smell of cigarettes wafted. Not wanting to be tempted while quitting, Hae-won pulled his neck back. Cigarette prices weren’t cheap these days. Tae-gyeom repeatedly pushed and pulled the wheeled chair by the armrest.
“You piece of shit… keep avoiding my calls? Huh?”
“Contact me when I’m not working.”
He answered without avoiding the pitch-black eyes. Tae-gyeom let out a scoff, straightened his waist, and tilted his head crookedly.
“Just how many hours do you work? Do they pay you?”
“A little.”
“Wow, you don’t even refuse?”
If offered, there was no reason to decline. As Hae-won brazenly held out both hands, Tae-gyeom, with a reluctant expression, rummaged through his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and searched inside. He took out three fifty-thousand won bills, plopped them onto Hae-won’s palm, and pouted.
“This is all the cash I have. Can’t you take a card?”
“Bank transfer is possible.”
“You highway robber…”
Hae-won folded the bills into thirds and slid them into his pants pocket. Looking at Tae-gyeom, who sat on the desk grumbling, and Seo Hae-young, who would be rolling around on the bed, phrases like “birds of a feather,” “like attracts like,” and “same color, same cloth” came to mind.
“I’ll give you ten minutes. What is it?”
“Ten minutes? Ten minutes for a hundred and fifty thousand won? Are you so stupid you can’t even do the math?”
Go Tae-gyeom. He was one of the people Seo Hae-young hadn’t discarded. Something about their parents knowing each other. They had met in high school and somehow ended up hanging out, but unlike with Seo Hae-young, Hae-won felt a distinct wall with Tae-gyeom. Exactly the kind of family that would say “Don’t play with a kid like that!”—the child of exactly that kind of family. Hae-won was not one to miss the contempt leaking through the gaps, even if it was hidden behind sociability. He had no desire to pick a date and get into a brawl or engage in shallow conversation. He had no confidence in winning, nor did he have the money to pay for damages.
“Hey, Yoon Hae-won.”
Tae-gyeom, tapping the chair he was sitting in with his long legs, picked up a frame on the desk. A small frame containing a photo taken with Seo Hae-young at their high school graduation.
“You don’t come when I call, but you just run over when Seo Hae-young calls, huh?”
At the graduation where Seo Hae-young’s family didn’t come and Hae-won’s family couldn’t come, the one who had put the photo—where they were smiling brightly while stealing bouquets from friends—into the frame was, surprisingly, Seo Hae-young. Because Seo Hae-young was smiling so radiantly in the photo, Hae-won had never received another copy even when he asked. He had frowned and pretended to hate the light teasing to come visit if he wanted to see it, but in truth, he liked it.
“So what is it. Stop the bullshit.”
Looking down at his closely trimmed nails, wondering why they were called pretty, he pondered the dinner menu to eat with Seo Hae-young. He wanted to buy him something delicious today with the money he’d extorted from Tae-gyeom.
“Ayy… you shouldn’t be like this to me.”
In the moment he was lost in thought, Tae-gyeom suddenly thrust the frame forward. As the frame poked his cheek, Hae-won’s gaze shifted upward.
“How do you masturbate? Front or back?”
Eyes filled with unpleasant curiosity scanned his face thoroughly. A crack formed on Hae-won’s marble-like, expressionless face. Tae-gyeom continued the provocation with a swaggering smile.
“Do you do it while thinking of Seo Hae-young? Does that make your dick hard?”
“…I told you to stop the bullshit.”
Tae-gyeom, scanning Hae-won’s legs stretched out beneath his loose shorts without hesitation, set the frame down and clasped his hands as if in prayer.
“I said I’d keep the secret, okay?”
A sigh escaped. This was why he had avoided every single contact for a month. Letting Tae-gyeom find out about his feelings for Seo Hae-young had been the mistake of a lifetime. A secret kept alone for five years had turned into a secret shared by two from that day forward.
“It’s not a bad thing. Right?”
Tae-gyeom, tapping under his chin with his clasped hands, didn’t seem to be asking a favor at all. Rather, it was closer to a threat. Rubbing his throbbing forehead, he glared at the smirking Tae-gyeom. Suddenly stopping his smile, the guy glanced at the open door and lowered his voice significantly.
“Hae-won.”
Whenever Tae-gyeom dropped the surname and called his name with fake intimacy, anxiety rose. Tae-gyeom often mimicked the way Seo Hae-young called him “Hae-won,” using it as a teasing point. The guy’s pretense of closeness was a precursor to something troublesome happening. Hae-won, give me your gym clothes. Hae-won, give me your textbook. The gym clothes came back torn, and the textbook came back with dirty scribbles. Of course, he got new ones in return. He didn’t have money to settle after hitting someone, but he could at least grab them by the collar. Until now, the requests were things he could get back by grabbing a collar once, but this request was simply…
“Let’s have sex.”
It was insane.
“Go find someone else… someone else.”
Having nothing more to say, he stood up from the chair and tried to pass Tae-gyeom, but his wrist was grabbed. The grip turning his body was strong. Contrary to the playful expression, the words spoken were chilling.
“Then can I tell him? Knowing that Seo Hae-young absolutely hates that kind of thing. Hmm?”
Hae-won roughly yanked his wrist free and wiped his face with dry palms.
“Hey, Yoon Hae-won.”
Tae-gyeom was a man with sharp intuition. Peering into people’s inner thoughts was enjoyable and easy for him. In the eyes of the intuitive Tae-gyeom, Hae-won, who was sighing and venting his annoyance, was on the verge of giving in. Just a little more fuel, and he would ignite. Tae-gyeom’s long eyes curved sharply downward and then returned. It was time to gently seduce him.
“You know, right? If that bastard even gets a hint, he’ll just…”
“…So what.”
Hae-won wanted to grab Tae-gyeom by the collar right then and there, but as expected, there were too many things holding him back. Seo Hae-young’s friend. Rich. The only person who knew the secret. A human who could whisper to Seo Hae-young at any time and instantly shatter their superficial friendship. Such a human shrugged as if there were nothing wrong.
“What do you mean ‘so what.’ Just let’s do it once, that’s all.”
His head throbbed. Hae-won’s gaze, tinged with disgust, returned to Tae-gyeom. He exuded a different vibe from the infinitely beautiful Seo Hae-young, but that didn’t mean he was ugly. Though he looked like a delinquent, unlike a typical rich boy, he was plenty handsome. There was simply no reason for him to target Hae-won.
“…Are you crazy? Why on earth?”
It was a question filled more with rebuke than genuine curiosity. Tae-gyeom was someone surrounded by an aura that suggested he wouldn’t even consider a man as a romantic partner. Again, he was a guy with no reason to do this. Meanwhile, Tae-gyeom, flicking the tips of his bare feet in slippers, reached back to lean on the desk. His upper body tilted crookedly, and his well-built muscles rippled.
“I wanted to try it with a guy, and I thought you’d be a possibility?”
“Bullshit…”
Even if avoiding it wouldn’t solve the problem, it is human nature to want to escape an uncomfortable situation as quickly as possible. Just as he was about to rush out of the room, Tae-gyeom approached quickly and whispered softly in his ear.
“He’d fucking love it if I told him you sucked on his lips while he was sleeping, wouldn’t he?”
“…Hey.”
“And that it was our Hae-won doing it. But I feel like that’s not enough. I’ll say you rubbed dicks too, how about that? Ah, maybe you already have.”
Tae-gyeom, putting an arm around him in a friendly manner, toyed with his chin with the draped hand. The body temperature, cooled under the air conditioner, was so cold it gave him goosebumps. Tae-gyeom had laid out his threats so quickly that Hae-won couldn’t even gather his thoughts.
“Think about it carefully. You’re not losing out either, right? Who knows. You might end up fucking that bastard. It’s good to know in advance.”
It was a sophistry. The reason he couldn’t take a hard line—like smashing the guy’s head as he grinned and left the room and telling him to “go ahead and try”—was because of Seo Hae-young. Seo Hae-young was not the type of personality to overlook such things generously. He was the type to discard someone who had maintained a friendship for ten years in a single stroke. Of course, that included not just the relationship, but also grinding their face into the dirt.
Biting his nails, Hae-won walked out into the hallway. Tae-gyeom had said he’d give him time to think, but he was a fickle bastard. Since he couldn’t predict when or how the guy would wag his tongue, the solid marble hallway felt like thin ice that could collapse at any moment.
“Is this the bathroom?”
Suddenly, a lovely voice from behind caught his attention. His head creaked as he turned around. Seo Hae-young, holding a finished ice cream stick between two fingers, smiled playfully, his gentle eyes curving. The back of Hae-won’s neck stiffened, and cold sweat broke out on his palms. Did he hear? Did he hear what Go Tae-gyeom said?
“Hae-won. You can’t just go anywhere to pee.”
He didn’t hear. A wave of relief washed over him as he saw Seo Hae-young joking around with his usual vacant smile. The tension in his shoulders vanished, and a laugh that sounded like a sigh escaped him. He walked side-by-side with the approaching Seo Hae-young down the long hallway, clinging to the meager hope that the memory of Go Tae-gyeom would vanish and that this path would never end.
* * *
“Hae-won. Do you want to go to college?”
“No. Later.”
“Alright.”
Around the time his father’s funeral ended, Seo Hae-young had asked him in passing. At nineteen, while his classmates were busy with applications and the CSAT, Hae-won’s mind was occupied solely by money.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go to college. In fact, he did. He just didn’t have the money for tuition. Even if he scraped together every penny he had, it would barely cover one semester. If he just told Seo Hae-young he wanted to go, the other would likely hand over the money without hesitation. But he couldn’t bring himself to ask such a favor of the person he liked. So.
“That’ll be 5,000 won. Do you have a discount or rewards card?”
Immediately after graduating high school, he worked any job he could find to save money. But strangely, it didn’t seem to accumulate. After working himself to death for a year, Hae-won looked at his bank balance—a mere 3 million won—and realized one thing.
Money disappears just by breathing. Even a moldy, cramped hole of a place required monthly rent, and water, electricity, gas bills, and snowballing interest stripped away his savings bit by bit. He couldn’t just starve, so he had to buy food; he had to buy clean clothes to wear when meeting Seo Hae-young; and for some reason, the toilet paper ran out so quickly. Under the pressure of survival, Hae-won’s dreams faded and crumbled. Thus, three years flew by like an arrow.
The ringing of a bell snapped him out of his thoughts. As soon as the last customer left, the next part-timer entered, sweating profusely. Taking off his blue vest, Hae-won exchanged awkward greetings with the part-timer and stepped out into the humid air, turning on his phone. He was exhausted from dealing with drunken nuisances from 1 AM to 9 AM, making his movements sluggish.
[Hey. Yoon Hae-won]
The most recent message was from Tae-gyeom. Frowning, he scrolled quickly to find Seo Hae-young’s name. Seo Hae-young sent messages that were awkward to reply to every day, but if Hae-won didn’t answer, he would keep sending them until he did. Checking the messages Seo Hae-young had left during the early hours, a smile touched his tired lips.
[Hae-won]
[It’s the ceiling]
He must have been lying in bed again; a photo of a white ceiling filled the cracked phone screen.
[Want to hang out?]
[Let’s go to the beach]
[Hae-won-aaaa]
[Hae-won]
[It’s the blanket]
Giggling at the photo of a crumpled blanket, Hae-won was typing a reply when his phone vibrated. He let out a deep sigh at the name appearing on the screen. It seemed there was a limit to how much he could avoid him. It was a call from Go Tae-gyeom. After hesitating, he pressed the call button.
“What.”
You done with work?
His voice sounded energetic. He sounded excited, or perhaps annoyed.
“Yeah. Why.”
Get your ass home.
The short call cut off abruptly. Looking down at the phone with an annoyed expression as it emitted a beep-beep sound, he shoved it into his pocket. His steps dragged endlessly on the fifteen-minute walk home. It seemed Tae-gyeom had made up his mind. To come all the way to his house, a place people usually avoided for being pathetic.
It wasn’t far from the neighborhood where Seo Hae-young lived, but it was a place where the colors were drab, as if the world had turned upside down. A cluster of old, cramped row houses. Hae-won lived in the house at the end of the first-floor hallway of a row house where the paint was peeling in patches, located in the shadiest spot.
He stepped over bills and newspapers scattered on the ground and inserted the key. As soon as he opened the door and took off his shoes in the narrow entryway, a voice he hated hit his ears.
“Hey! You don’t have an AC? Fuck, what is this place…?”
Tae-gyeom, sitting in front of a fan on high, was irritably flapping his t-shirt. All the guys he had been close with in high school had duplicate keys to this house, but it was surprising that Tae-gyeom hadn’t thrown his away. Tae-gyeom had been the only one who never came over to take naps and leave as if it were his own home.
“Why are you here?”
Entering the house, where the boundaries between the living room, kitchen, and bedroom were blurred, Hae-won massaged his aching shoulders. “Aaaagh,” Tae-gyeom, who had been making strange noises toward the fan, pointed at the refrigerator. Reaching the fridge in three steps, Hae-won looked inside and frowned.
“Alcohol?”
Green soju bottles packed the empty shelves.
“I thought about your taste. Touched?”
No. Hae-won shook his head coldly and closed the refrigerator door. He didn’t like alcohol, nor could he drink it well. Moreover, soju wasn’t his preference. However, Tae-gyeom, who had crawled into the small room, opened the fridge door that had just been closed and pulled out three bottles of soju with one hand. He then laughed, shaking the bottles dangling between his fingers.
“I gave you three days, and fuck, no contact.”
“If you’re going to talk bullshit again, get out.”
“Geez, what bullshit? Just sit down.”
Bringing over a low folding desk, Tae-gyeom prepared for an unwanted drinking session. It was 9 AM; by any standard, it wasn’t a time for drinking. Yet, Tae-gyeom forced Hae-won, who was drenched in fatigue after finishing a night shift, to sit and brought two cups from the kitchen. Sarcasm came as a bonus.
“Seriously, man. You don’t even have shot glasses at home? You pathetic brat.”
“Hey. I’m tired.”
Rubbing his dry eyes, Hae-won looked down at the clear soju pouring glug-glug into a large cup. Surely, this one glass would make him so drunk he’d struggle to keep his balance. If he closed his eyes and opened them, it would probably be the next morning.
“Just one glass. One.”
Tae-gyeom didn’t give up and pushed the glass forward. The soju, poured full into a large cup usually used for water, sloshed around. A look of sheer exhaustion and disgust appeared openly in Hae-won’s eyes. Tae-gyeom smiled, pretending not to notice, and lifted his own cup as Hae-won reached for his. Clink. After clinking cups, Tae-gyeom downed the soju, which tasted repulsive. Hae-won, dying of fatigue, gulped the alcohol down his throat in one go, wanting to finish quickly and send this guy away.
When the glass emptied, Tae-gyeom poured more soju, Hae-won drank it, and it was filled again. After repeating this a few times, the three bottles of soju were gone in less than ten minutes.
Hae-won pressed the back of his hand against his flushed cheeks, swallowing the oncoming intoxication. Tae-gyeom, staring at Hae-won’s gradually glazing eyes, spoke.
“Since when did you like him?”
“What do you care?”
“Just, you know. I’m fucking great at relationship counseling. Tell me. Huh?”
No matter how drunk he was, he knew he shouldn’t tell this guy. He intended to just chuckle it off, but the laughter wouldn’t stop. Watching Hae-won start to giggle to himself, Tae-gyeom shifted his eyes and asked suspiciously.
“…You’re that bad with alcohol?”
“Uh… probably.”
“Ah, shit…”
This wasn’t the plan. Tae-gyeom took the cup from Hae-won, whose upper body was already swaying, and placed it on the desk. His plan was to use the alcohol to coax him gently, not to make him completely unconscious. It was a relief that he wasn’t making a scene demanding more alcohol. He was simply twisting his waist following the breeze of the fan. Thinking that Hae-won probably wouldn’t tell him anyway, Tae-gyeom decided to just achieve his goal and grabbed Hae-won’s knees, pulling him toward him.
“Hey, Hae-won.”
Hae-won’s long eyes blinked slowly. His face was certainly something Seo Hae-young would keep around. That point had been understandable since high school. His clothes and behavior were pathetic, but his looks were handsome. His straight lines and well-balanced bone structure didn’t scream nobility, but they constantly drew the eye. There was a strange feeling to it. That is.
“Sleep with me.”
Pfft, Hae-won burst out laughing. Seeing the distorted face as he tried to suppress the laughter, Tae-gyeom put on a mischievous expression.
“Think of it as practice. You don’t know when you’ll do it with Seo Hae-young, and you have to be good for that bastard to like it. Right?”
“Me… with Seo Hae-young?”
As if he had heard something ridiculous, Hae-won stretched out his folded legs and leaned back.
“Say something that actually makes sense…”
His sweat-slicked, glistening nape was exposed. With a prominent Adam’s apple and hard lines, he was unmistakably a man, but Tae-gyeom was itching to suck that skin just once. From what he’d seen, Hae-won wasn’t particularly firm. Therefore, he believed that if he pestered him enough, he would eventually give in.
“Let’s try it, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll stop. Huh?”
Hae-won’s head returned to its position. The languid, sinking feeling wasn’t bad. Was this why his father lived immersed in alcohol every day? Before he knew it, Tae-gyeom had sat close enough for the smell of alcohol to brush their noses, and he raised his thick eyebrows. Staring blankly at the face that was handsome in a different way than Seo Hae-young’s, Hae-won nodded.
“S-sure. I get it, so now…”
Just as he was about to say “get out,” his body tipped backward. Hae-won frowned as the back of his head hit the floor with a thud. Tae-gyeom, who had climbed over his waist, hurriedly pushed up his t-shirt and rubbed his exposed, slender lower belly with his palm.
“You said yes, Yoon Hae-won.”
“No, I said get out… I get it, so…”
“Since you get it, let’s do it now.”
Without hesitation, Tae-gyeom stripped off Hae-won’s t-shirt in one go. The morning sunlight streaming through the barred security window illuminated his bare upper body. He was thin because he didn’t eat properly, but thanks to his natural frame, he didn’t look frail.
His clean skin, though not pale, played a part in piquing Tae-gyeom’s appetite. Lying atop Hae-won, Tae-gyeom started by sucking the nape of his neck, which he had been eyeing for a while. Contrary to the expectation that it would taste salty from sweat, it smelled of cheap body wash. The limp Hae-won shifted, pushing his shoulder away.
“Ah, damn… Hey.”
Tae-gyeom, who had been greedily licking the area between the ear and the jaw, coaxed the annoyed Hae-won while pressing his belly close.
“I said we’ll stop if it doesn’t work, right? Beat me up if you hate it.”
For Hae-won, who had lived only to work, such sexual contact was unfamiliar. The ticklish, sticky feeling was awkward, and his furrowed brow wouldn’t relax. Moving his lips to Hae-won’s ear, Tae-gyeom whispered in a different tone than before.
“If you want to get beaten up by Seo Hae-young, then stop.”
The hand that had been pushing the shoulder stopped. Tae-gyeom had a talent for exaggerating stories. A talent for taking a small incident and inflating it until it became an uncontrollable situation.
Hae-won turned his head to avoid the lips sucking his earlobe. In his dizzy vision, he saw the laptop that Seo Hae-young had left behind when he came to visit. He had to return it, but he kept forgetting. Looking at the laptop, which looked new because it had barely been used, Hae-won’s lips parted slightly. He already knew the answer, but he wanted confirmation from someone.
“…Would Seo Hae-young hit me too?”
“Isn’t that fucking obvious?”
As expected, it wasn’t the answer he wanted. Following the floating dust with his eyes, Hae-won poked the crown of the head that was moving downward with sucking sounds. Tae-gyeom, who was about to bite a nipple, looked up.
“What?”
“Is it obvious?”
Oh, Hae-won. With a pitiful smile, Tae-gyeom muttered while gently scratching around the pink nipple with his fingernail.
“In high school, that bastard got beaten to a pulp. Just for touching a thigh once.”
“What was… his name.”
“I don’t know. Jaemin? Jaeseung? Something like that. Going crazy over an accidental touch…”
Chuckling, Tae-gyeom sucked the erect nipple. The limp Hae-won flinched, narrowing his shoulders. In an instant, a sharp sensation tickled the soles of his feet. Tae-gyeom, pressing the saliva-slicked nipple with his index finger and rotating it in a circle, landed a strike.
“Anyway, I just think I’d be sad if you ended up like that. He was fucking close with that guy too.”
Swallowing a moan by biting his lip, Hae-won traced back the past while looking at the fingers groping his chest. He vaguely remembered. The name was fuzzy, but he was a guy who was moderately good-looking and had a decent personality. One of the guys Seo Hae-young would send meaningless photos to. It was his way of saying he considered them a friend. If he had made a guy like that suffer just for one mistake, there was no reason he would be any different. Especially if he found out that he had even rubbed lips…
He didn’t want to end up like Jaemin or Jaeseung. He wanted to break up as if it were nothing when the time came that Seo Hae-young stopped sending strange messages and playing strange pranks. As if he had expected it. Hae-won swallowed his accumulated saliva.
“…Don’t tell him.”
He’s hooked. Tae-gyeom grinned, showing his teeth.
“Sure. Since it’s a friend’s request.”
* * *
Tae-gyeom, lifting his upper body from the prone position, stripped off his clingy t-shirt in one go and threw it aside. His well-defined muscles were clearly visible even with slight movements. Sweeping back his messy hair, Tae-gyeom placed his hand on Hae-won’s jeans. He undid the buckle and pulled them off his waist. Looking down at Hae-won, who slightly lifted his hips, he wrinkled his nose.
“Hey. Seriously, no AC?”
“Look around. Maybe there is…”
“Just asking. It’s fucking hot. How do you even live in a place like this, seriously?”
Tossing the jeans aside, Tae-gyeom grabbed a black plastic bag with a convenience store logo and flipped it over, and two packaged boxes dropped thud-thud beside Hae-won’s head. Tae-gyeom shrugged nonchalantly while undoing his own trouser buckle with one hand.
“Ta-da. Presents.”
“…You really came prepared.”
Hae-won sighed as he turned the boxes over. Gel and condoms. Items that customers often bought. The kind of things they would slide in between drinks or other items, pay for, and then vanish quickly. Slowly tearing open the packaging, Hae-won looked up at Tae-gyeom.
“Ah. Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Who’s putting it in?”
Tae-gyeom, who had been rubbing his exposed member, paused. Holding a condom in one hand and gel in the other, Hae-won stared blankly at Tae-gyeom’s excessively thick member. Since he had never been intimidated by a penis in his life except for Seo Hae-young’s, he felt a sudden bitterness in his mouth. The comparison between Seo Hae-young and Tae-gyeom applied to this as well. Huge dicks. Birds of a feather.
“Yours is too big… It’ll be better if I put it in.”
Tae-gyeom stroked his erect member, watching Hae-won, who had dropped an unexpected bombshell and was now nonchalantly opening the gel lid and sniffing the scent. What the fuck… This drunken rambling was certainly something to see. But he couldn’t just do whatever he wanted here. Tae-gyeom held out his fist to Hae-won, who was preoccupied with the gel.
“Let’s decide, then.”
Hae-won, rubbing the subtle lemon-scented gel with his finger, glanced at the approaching fist. Tae-gyeom chuckled, seeing Hae-won silently hold out his fist. Coincidentally, Hae-won had always been terrible at rock-paper-scissors. He didn’t seem to know it, but it was quite famous. And so.
“…You’re really putting that in?”
Hae-won lost all three rounds of rock-paper-scissors. It was unbelievable, but he had to accept it. He lost three times, and Tae-gyeom gets to put his dick in. That was the reality. Sitting on a single blanket with his knees up, Hae-won looked suspiciously at the member twitching between Tae-gyeom’s legs.
Tae-gyeom, who had been grumbling about how anyone could sleep on a blanket on the floor without a bed, stopped talking and tapped Hae-won’s clean, hairless member. It was large and well-shaped. At this level, it didn’t seem like it would be repulsive to suck. Tae-gyeom gripped the shaft, lifted it, and gave it a slight shake, tilting his head. Too clean?
“Are you pushing it in?”
“I’m not.”
“Fuck… seriously…”
Bursting into laughter, Tae-gyeom wrapped one arm around Hae-won’s waist and pulled him close. Moving on his knees, Hae-won leaned on Tae-gyeom’s shoulder to steady his wobbling balance. Because the alcohol hadn’t worn off, he couldn’t fully perceive what he was doing.
Squeezing out the gel, Tae-gyeom spread it evenly over his palm and fingers, rubbing it in while kneading Hae-won’s buttocks with his other hand. There was some flesh here, making it satisfying to touch. He inhaled the cheap scent against the flat chest and muttered.
“Hey. This is my first time. With a guy.”
Hae-won let the nonsense go in one ear and out the other, fingering the ends of Tae-gyeom’s disheveled hair. He wished this hair were soft. Then he wouldn’t mind opening his back hole. If Seo Hae-young wanted it, he’d open up his front or back with an open heart… It was all just a pipe dream.
As the slippery gel coated his hands in a sticky film, Tae-gyeom reached for Hae-won’s dazed backside. His long index finger pried open the folds and began to push inside. Hae-won’s brow furrowed deeply, and a distressed moan escaped him.
“Ah….”
Tae-gyeom, who had been holding his waist and rubbing his nipples with the tip of his tongue, lifted his head.
“Does this hurt? It’s only one finger.”
“It’s… uncomfortable….”
Hae-won gripped Tae-gyeom’s shoulder and bit his lip. Because he had never imagined giving up his hole, even a single finger felt overwhelming. Tae-gyeom fumbled over the thin blanket, retrieved the gel, and squeezed more directly onto the entrance. Hae-won flinched as the cold liquid trickled down his thigh.
“Ugh….”
“It’s all leaking.”
Tae-gyeom, who had been rubbing his lips against Hae-won’s chest, gathered the leaking gel and pushed in a second finger.
“Ugh, hey….”
“What.”
“It feels weird….”
Two long fingers repeatedly spread the narrow inner walls like scissors before digging deep inside. Wrapping his arm around Hae-won’s waist, which kept arching backward, Tae-gyeom rubbed the hot, tight walls, searching for a pleasure point.
“Just wait. They say it feels good.”
“I don’t think so….”
He felt like he’d been tricked. Since there was no turning back now, he let the fingers carefully press and roam through his insides, but as the minutes passed, only the discomfort grew. With his eyebrows drooping gloomily, Hae-won swayed his upper body under the dizzying influence of the alcohol, then suddenly his eyes widened. A jolting sensation shot up his spine.
“Ah…!”
“Does it feel good here?”
Tae-gyeom curled his lips and pressed down on the same spot with the tip of his nail. Hae-won’s waist jerked, and his grip on Tae-gyeom’s shoulder tightened.
“Yes… ngh!”
“I asked if it feels good.”
Without warning, Tae-gyeom shoved in a third finger and began to move his hand haphazardly. The slippery gel mixed and melted inside the hole with a squelching sound. It felt as if fingers weren’t enough and he was about to shove his entire hand in. Hae-won, who bucked every time Tae-gyeom thrust his fingers, let out a hot breath and curled his waist. Because of the strange sensation he was feeling for the first time in his life, the knees supporting his weight trembled violently.
“Haa, ngh…! Hey, wait…! Ah!”
“I guess you like it.”
Tae-gyeom pushed against the small of his back with his palm to straighten the curved waist and took a pink nipple into his mouth. He had thought about beating him senseless and leaving if it felt disgusting, but that had been an unnecessary worry. As he dug into the slight crease with the tip of his tongue, a low moan fell from above. Following that, Tae-gyeom’s member became fully erect, twitching and throbbing. Putting strength into his wrist, Tae-gyeom gouged and stirred the inside even more violently.
“Hng, ah…! Go Tae-gyeom, your hand! Wait…!”
Hae-won looked miserable as he tried to scramble backward on his knees. Every time Tae-gyeom’s three fingers roughly pressed a certain spot, an erotic moan escaped him involuntarily, and his entire body shuddered.
This wasn’t right. He had never felt such a strange sensation. He twisted his body, trying to push away the broad, straight shoulders. In that moment, Tae-gyeom shoved his fingers deep inside.
“Haa…!”
His head snapped back, and his eyes grew red. Hae-won’s member, shaking along with his body, had become erect and was leaking cloudy fluid from the glans. After giving the saliva-soaked nipple one last suck and letting it go, Tae-gyeom managed a smile.
“…Hae-won. Let’s just put it in.”
“…Huh? What….”
Before Hae-won, who was panting from the unfamiliar pleasure, could blink, he was pushed down onto the crumpled blanket. Without giving him a chance to get up, Tae-gyeom climbed on top and pushed the condom-covered glans between the folds spread open by two fingers. Hae-won urgently tried to close his legs and push against Tae-gyeom’s chest.
“Hey, hey…! Wait, not yet…!”
“What do you mean, not yet.”
Tae-gyeom gritted his teeth and tightly entwined the struggling legs, as if he had spent ages providing tender foreplay. When Hae-won’s movements paused for a moment, the member—many times thicker than three fingers—was shoved in all at once. A sound like something tearing echoed like a hallucination.
“Hgh…!”
An unbelievable pain surged from below, and Hae-won gasped, his waist lifting off the bed. Tae-gyeom, bracing himself by the head of the frozen, breathless Hae-won, frowned. Sweat from his straight forehead dripped onto the single layer of blanket.
“Fuck….”
He had lured Hae-won in because he was curious about fucking a man, but he hadn’t realized it would feel this good. The hole, swallowing something for the first time, stretched to its limit and turned bright red, and the inner walls writhed violently as if trying to push out the intruding member. He wanted to thrust his hips like a madman, whether it tore or not.
“Ah…! It hurts…!”
Coming back to his senses late, Hae-won complained of the pain with shallow breaths. To Tae-gyeom, these words weren’t worth listening to. As he put strength into his waist and drove the rest of the way in, Hae-won let out a sharp gasp and tilted his chin back. Tae-gyeom fumbled for the pillow leaning against the wall, lifted Hae-won’s head, and placed the soft cotton beneath him. His consideration ended there. Tae-gyeom gritted his teeth as he forced the member back in, despite it being pushed out.
“Fuck…. Hey, Hae-won…. I should’ve done this sooner. This feels fucking great….”
“Augh….”
Hae-won closed his eyes tight and buried his face in the pillow. He endured the unpleasant sensation of foreignness while clutching the faded blanket that had been pushed up. The member, which had been slowly carving a path inside, gradually began to slam into him with increasing speed. He felt like something was going wrong. It felt as if a thick club was being forced into a place it should never enter.
“Ngh, ha…! Slowly, fuck…!”
“Sorry, I can’t… really help it.”
Tae-gyeom laughed against his ear, grabbed Hae-won’s forearm—which felt tacky and clung to his palm with sweat—and pulled him tight against his waist. Hae-won, exposed with his chest open in a rigid posture, shook his head frantically. His flushed cheeks and eyes were vividly visible to Tae-gyeom.
“Stop, stop it…! I don’t want to, let go!”
“What are you talking about…. I’m already all the way in.”
As Tae-gyeom pulled his waist back, Hae-won let out a sobbing sound, his chin trembling. And when he was driven in to the root, Hae-won closed his eyes tight and stifled a scream. Tae-gyeom grinned, watching the expressions change by the second from above.
“Ah, fuck…! I should’ve fucked him sooner….”
Why hadn’t he thought of fucking him while they’d known each other for years? Tae-gyeom felt like he was dying of pleasure now that Hae-won was finally revealing his true value. Yes, they say even a slug has its tricks. This was the trick of the prideful Hae-won.
“Augh… Go Tae-gyeom…! It really, really hurts. I’ll be the one to put it in….”
“Stop talking out of both sides of your mouth.”
“Then make it not hurt! I’m fucking dying….”
Because Hae-won wiggled his buttocks beneath his lower body, it created stimulation. Tae-gyeom let out a low laugh and pushed his member deep, parting the thick, gel-coated inner walls.
“Ah-!”
When the glans hit a spot that gave a dizzying sensation inside the hole, Hae-won let out a moan different from before.
“Hey. Wrap your arms around my neck.”
Tae-gyeom quickly scanned the parted lips and the sweat-soaked bangs before pulling the arm he was holding behind his own neck. As he rolled the erect nipples between his fingers and thrust his hips shallowly, Tae-gyeom and Hae-won’s groins slapped together. With the addition of sweat, their colliding lower bodies slid smoothly yet wetly.
“Haa-ugh…!”
“Ah… it’s so fucking hot….”
The old room, with only a single fan spinning, was filled with a stifling heat, causing their skin to cling together viscously. Tae-gyeom lay on top of Hae-won, wrapping his arms around his head and digging deep with his full weight. Tae-gyeom’s coarse pubic hair repeatedly brushed against Hae-won’s perineum, creating a bizarre sensation, and every time he thrust upward, the gel leaking from the hole split across the white buttocks and dripped onto the blanket.
“Ugh, ngh…! It hurts, fuck… ah!”
“Ah… Hae-won. It’s so fucking hot inside….”
Tae-gyeom gripped the back of the struggling Hae-won’s neck tightly with his palm and gritted his teeth. The member, which had been testing the waters with shallow movements, began to ram in as if to destroy his organs.
“Hng! Ugh, ah! Ah!”
Hae-won, resting his chin on Tae-gyeom’s shoulder, couldn’t close his open mouth, shaking frantically trapped between the strong grip and the heavy weight. It hurt; the act of something entering an unfamiliar place and creating pressure should have been painful, but his eyes kept closing. His stomach twitched, and his toes curled.
Tae-gyeom was not one to miss Hae-won’s reaction. As he pulled the gripped neck back, Hae-won’s sweat-drenched face was revealed.
“Yoon… Hae-won, hey. You like this, don’t you? Huh?”
His eyes were half-closed, and panting breaths escaped his lips. With a face completely loosened by a mix of alcohol, drowsiness, and pleasure, Tae-gyeom thought that even Seo Hae-young—who wouldn’t even imagine two men fucking—would get a hard-on seeing this.
“Haa, ngh…!”
“Fuck, do you like it…. Ah, seriously. This is too good…. Huh?”
Tae-gyeom left a quick kiss on his smooth cheek, slid his arm beneath the spread legs, and lifted them up. He supported the lower part of the curled waist and slammed his member upward. The gel dripping from the junction was faintly mixed with a pinkish fluid. Unaware that his hole had torn, Hae-won felt a chilling sensation pull at the back of his head every time Tae-gyeom focused on stabbing one particular spot.
“Ah, hah…!”
“Hey…. You’re gonna cum without even touching it, aren’t you?”
Hae-won’s erect member swayed, leaking fluid following the movement of the hips. Tae-gyeom rested Hae-won’s legs over his own bent thighs and reached out to grip the swaying member. Hae-won let out a hot moan and rubbed his forehead against the damp pillow.
“Yes….”
“Hae-won. Why do you like this so much, it’s almost a waste….”
He shook his hand while simultaneously thrusting his hips. With nothing to hold onto, Hae-won twisted his body, clutching the blanket again. Lights flashed before his eyes. As a wave of stinging pain and uncontrollable pleasure crashed over him, he struggled, but Tae-gyeom gripped his member tightly, leaving him unable to do anything but gasp for air.
“Wow, seriously…. This is such a waste.”
Tae-gyeom smiled faintly, rubbing the glans of the struggling Hae-won beneath him. If he’d known it would be like this, he would’ve fucked him six years ago. The wasted time felt so regrettable that his hip movements became more violent.
He found it funny that he, a tall man, was panting while fucking the hole of a friend he’d known for years. But an equally immense sense of exhilaration followed.
Yoon Hae-won—a bastard who had nothing to his name yet refused to bow down easily. But also a bastard who was fucking easy.
“Hae-won…. We should’ve just tried this back then. Huh? It’s such a waste….”
“Hng…!”
Thick semen spurted from the smooth, hairless member. Veins stood out blue on the wrists clutching the blanket. As Hae-won trembled and kicked at the floor, the member relentlessly slammed into his hole with a wet, slapping sound. Tae-gyeom laughed like a madman, smearing the semen from his palm all over Hae-won’s chest.
When he pinched and twisted the nipples that had swollen from being sucked so much, an immediate, sensitive reaction followed. It really felt dirty-good. He usually hated anything hot and humid, but for some reason, it seemed to suit Hae-won. A hot, humid room; a hot, humid hole.
They were similar…. Tae-gyeom pushed his member in as if to insert his testicles as well and had his first ejaculation. Hae-won let out a crying sound, his head snapping back. Tae-gyeom pulled his member out of the humid hole, fumbled on the floor, and grabbed the condom box, flipping it over. Packaged condoms rained down onto the blanket. He counted them and gave a satisfied smile. There were plenty of new condoms, and plenty of time.
“Ugh, ngh…! Mmph….”
Between the pushed-aside low desk and the haphazardly discarded clothes, an old fan continued to spin, making a rattling noise. Four torn condom wrappers rolled around the two people who were clung together on the crumpled, dirty thin blanket.
“Haa, ugh…. Hae-won, it’s hot. Fuck, it’s so fucking hot….”
“Yeah, hng….”
Hae-won, lying face-down in the pillow, was already drenched in sweat. Tae-gyeom squeezed the buttocks that had turned red from colliding dozens of times, then slid his hand up his back and grabbed his trembling shoulder. It was sticky. Tae-gyeom’s back was also soaked in sweat, and his smooth muscles glistened under the light every time he moved his hips.
“Ah, I need to install an AC…. I’m going crazy.”
“AC, my ass…. Hng, you said… just once….”
As the alcohol slowly wore off, Hae-won turned his head to the side and expressed a faint irritation. Why did he agree to do this here? Alcohol was the enemy. By the time he regained some sanity, he had already ejaculated with Tae-gyeom, and unable to easily push away the pleasure he’d felt for the first time in his life, he had succumbed again. Even if he tore at his hair now, his hole was already melted and soft. His head hurt as a hangover set in, and he didn’t want to think about it anymore.
As Hae-won groaned and buried his face back into the pillow, Tae-gyeom stroked the back of his wet head and noticed a phone buzzing near the desk.
“Oh, hey…. You’re getting a call.”
Without stopping his slow hip movements, Tae-gyeom reached out and grabbed the phone—of a model so old he didn’t even know when it was released—and smiled mysteriously.
“I’ll answer it for you.”
“…What? No, ah…!”
The member slammed into the inner wall with a thud. Hae-won, who trembled as his mind flew away, gasped when he heard the voice coming from the phone held to his ear.
Why aren’t you replying?
“Hae….”
…Seo Hae-young. His heart dropped, as if it had rolled away somewhere. Ah, the reply. He hadn’t replied. To that weird photo of a blanket. He had completely forgotten while taking a call in the middle of writing a text. Panic rising to his head, Hae-won scrambled to make up a plausible excuse.
“Ah, that… I was sleeping. After my part-time job, hng…!”
Huh?
Hae-won hurriedly covered his mouth and looked back. Tae-gyeom, who had shoved his member all the way in without warning, nonchalantly took the phone, switched it to speaker, and set it on the floor. The sound of the blanket rustling was heard, and Seo Hae-young’s voice grew distant for a moment before returning.
Say that again. What did you say?
“Wait, just a second!”
Hae-won struggled to get out from underneath, but Tae-gyeom gripped the waist trying to escape and began to thrust shallowly. He bit his tongue to swallow his moans and tried to pry off the hands holding his waist, but the grip was so strong that not a single finger budged. Tae-gyeom even pulled his waist close and pressed him flat against his back. The connection deepened, making Hae-won’s chin tremble.
What are you doing right now?
“I’ll call you back. Right now… ugh, I’m busy.”
He glared at Tae-gyeom, who was resting his chin on his shoulder, sending a look that told him to let go immediately. Tae-gyeom, whose bangs were stuck to his forehead with sweat, mouthed words. ‘Busy? Having sex?’ The member pulled out completely and then slammed back in to the hilt. His vision blurred dizzyingly.
Busy doing what? You said you were sleeping.
“Hng…! Mmph!”
It’s time to sleep…. Why are you busy?
Hae-won shook his head, punching the thighs clinging to his back. Tae-gyeom, who didn’t stop moving, was enjoying the situation. There was no way he would let go. Hae-won urgently reached for the phone to end the call, but a heavy weight pressed firmly onto his shoulder, breaking his balance. Not stopping there, one hand reached forward and gripped his erect member, shaking it as if squeezing it. Hae-won bit into the pillow, hiding his muffled moans.
“Kgh…! Haa….”
He felt like he was going to die. He really felt like he was going to die.
Ah…. Are you doing another part-time job?
Lifting his face, which was flushed red, Hae-won answered quickly in a suppressed voice.
“Yeah, I’m doing more…! I’ll call you later, later.”
Okay.
Seo Hae-young hung up without hesitation, and as soon as the screen went black, Hae-won let out the moans he had been holding back.
“Haa, ah…!”
Semen splattered onto the blanket. Tae-gyeom’s member entered very deeply, pressing against the inner walls that now gave a spine-chilling pleasure at the slightest touch. Having reached a climax for the nth time, Hae-won’s supporting thighs trembled.
“Aw…. Let’s do more.”
Tae-gyeom, lifting Hae-won’s collapsing stomach, spread the twitching, contracting hole. There were only a few condoms left, but at this rate, he’d cum again in no time. He really didn’t want to stop, leaving the clinging hole behind. As he gripped Hae-won’s panting waist and pushed in firmly, a very late rebellion erupted.
“Fuck…! Crazy, get out! Fuck, don’t, ah…! Stop it…!”
“Ah… I don’t want to….”
“You said if I didn’t want to, you’d stop…. Just stop now, please….”
Hae-won mumbled, burying his face in the pillow with sobbing breaths.
“I said I’d stop if you couldn’t do it… Hae-won. You have to listen carefully, okay?”
Tae-gyeom sneered, brushing back the falling hair. Hae-won had told him not to talk like that because it sounded vulgar to their families, but the habit was not easily broken.
Tae-gyeom didn’t let go, even as he hoisted up the body trying to squirm away. It would be too wasteful to end it with just this one round. The bumpy inner walls, which slid out as he withdrew his member and clung like a suction cup when he pushed back in, felt so good it made his head spin. He had played countless sports and clinched victory many times, but the pleasure of crushing a mere friend was incomparably greater. A sense of victory, intoxication, superiority, the desire for conquest… all of it could be satisfied with Yoon Hae-won alone. How convenient.
The thin blanket laid on the floor had long since been pushed into a corner. With Hae-won’s legs draped over his shoulders—Hae-won having fallen into a dead sleep from extreme fatigue and stress—Tae-gyeom breathed heavily, shoving his member into the hole with loud, squelching sounds before reaching a brief climax.
“Haah…”
His member slid out of the bright red, flushed hole. It was the sixth condom. The gaping opening twitched before slowly closing. Tae-gyeom inserted his fingers, groping the wet interior with an inconsiderate touch. Despite how much he had hammered into it, far from being loose, it gripped his fingers tightly.
“I’m fucking curious…”
When would this ever get loose? As he pushed deep and poked around inside, the sleeping Hae-won furrowed his brow and let out a faint moan, “Nng…” Truly a natural. With a chilling smile, Tae-gyeom began to probe the inside even faster. Hae-won gradually twisted his waist, panting as he buried his cheek in the pillow.
“Hng… hhh…”
Inserting three fingers, Tae-gyeom curled his knuckles to scrape the walls in one motion, then shoved them in repeatedly while stroking his own member with his other hand. Forcing Hae-won’s thighs wider as he tried to close his legs in his sleep, Tae-gyeom tormented the interior so hard that his palm slapped against the perineum with loud thuds. He continued until Hae-won’s clean cock leaked thin semen.