By Zephyria 
Lee A-gon laid Hae-jun on his side. Hae-jun blinked, lying on the soft blanket. Soon, his penis entered. As Hae-jun flinched and trembled, Lee A-gon embraced him from behind as if to comfort him.
“It hurts.”
Hae-jun mumbled.
“I’m sorry. Please bear with me for a moment. It will be okay soon.”
Lee A-gon gently stroked Hae-jun’s stomach. He didn’t move, keeping only his penis inside, and soon Hae-jun’s discomfort subsided.
Hae-jun and Lee A-gon lay on their sides, maintaining that state without doing anything. Ten minutes passed like that. Lee A-gon still hadn’t moved.
Fifteen minutes passed. Hae-jun turned his head to look at Lee A-gon and asked,
“Why… aren’t you doing anything?”
“Because you’re hurting, Hae-jun.”
Lee A-gon replied, kissing Hae-jun’s cheek tenderly.
“I won’t move. Not until I ejaculate.”
“What?”
“Shh. Stay still. Don’t stimulate me.”
When Hae-jun moved, the inside of his abdomen, which contained the penis, twisted minutely, causing a gradual stimulation.
“Please don’t stimulate me while I’m holding it in,” Lee A-gon pleaded once more, burying his head in Hae-jun’s hair as if whining. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Ten more minutes passed. It had been 25 minutes since Lee A-gon entered Hae-jun.
“Ugh. Nngh. Ah.”
A ticklish voice escaped. Hae-jun gnawed on his fingers.
Something heavy and thick was lodged inside his belly. It wasn’t stimulating him at all. It was just there.
Hae-jun’s body loved being penetrated by a man’s penis. There were times he had ejaculated just from the feeling of a penis pushing firmly against his glans and widening his opening.
With that wonderful thing inside him, doing nothing, Hae-jun became restless.
The inner walls of the narrow opening tried to rub against the penis. They touched, pulled away, and touched again, seeking stimulation. It was something Hae-jun couldn’t control on his own. His body wanted it.
“A-gon… ah.”
“Yes, Hae-jun.”
While Hae-jun’s voice trembled, Lee A-gon’s voice was calm. Hae-jun glanced at the wall clock. It had been 30 minutes since he had just held the penis inside him without any movement.
“A-gon… ah. Gon.”
“Yes, Hae-jun?”
The opening tightly gripped the penis, then released it. And gripped it tightly again. His toes tensed. His entire abdomen trembled. His entire abdomen felt itchy. His entire abdomen was filled with the penis, yet nothing was being done.
“Stay still.”
At that moment, Lee A-gon held Hae-jun’s body tightly. Only then did Hae-jun realize he had been moving his hips, sucking and spitting out Lee A-gon’s penis. Preventing even that small movement made him restless. He felt like he was going crazy.
Forty minutes passed. And then 45 minutes. Hae-jun was beside himself.
This was punishment. Lee A-gon’s thick, pink, beautiful penis was inside him, and he was doing nothing. Just holding it there, with the glans jammed into the narrowing part of his abdomen. It was torture.
“Move.”
Hae-jun gritted his teeth and whispered.
“What? What did you say, Hae-jun?”
“Move.”
He was biting his teeth so hard it sounded like he was grinding them.
“But that will hurt you.”
“Please.”
Hae-jun moved his hips left and right. His movements were so small that they only intensified his thirst.
Haaak, haak, sweat beaded on Hae-jun’s forehead. His breathing became excessively loud.
His flushed body glistened. His abdominal muscles bulged with each breath. His thighs became firm and swollen.
“No. You’ll get hurt.”
“It’s okay.”
“No.”
Hae-jun tightly gripped Lee A-gon’s hand. An hour had passed. Hae-jun had reached his limit. His breathing was ragged, his eyes were watering, and most of all, the place receiving Lee A-gon was sensually tingling, driving him mad.
He wanted to be fucked. He desperately wanted the penis to rub against his insides. At that moment, Lee A-gon whispered like a devil.
“Then can I make water come out? Should I make it wet again?”
Hae-jun swallowed. When water came out, his insides would be thoroughly lubricated, so it wouldn’t hurt no matter which direction Lee A-gon thrust. He was fine with being penetrated anywhere, and the stimulation was immediate.
“Yes? Just once.”
Lee A-gon whispered, his lips brushing Hae-jun’s earlobe. Hae-jun shook his head. He was losing his mind from lust, but he knew. This one time would never be just one time. If he kept opening the door like this, he would eventually be controlled by Lee A-gon again.
“That’s not allowed.”
“Really not allowed?”
Hae-jun shook his head vehemently. He didn’t want to be controlled again. He would not grant anyone control over his body.
“Then can we do it without water?”
“Yes.”
“Even though it will hurt?”
His voice was seductive until the very end. Hae-jun was so annoyed that instead of answering, he bit down hard on Lee A-gon’s hand, then let go.
A soft chuckle was heard, and Lee A-gon flipped Hae-jun over. With his face towards the floor, Hae-jun inhaled.
“Relax, Hae-jun.”
With those words, the penis slowly withdrew.
“Because you might get hurt.”
Simultaneously, the penis, which had almost fully withdrawn, slammed back in as if to strike.
“Ugh!”
Hae-jun bit into the edge of the blanket and moaned. His abdomen, accustomed to countless encounters, was softly swollen and warm. The friction from thrusting in and out of such a place caused heat and pain.
It hurt, but it was what he had desperately longed for. Hae-jun greedily accepted the penis that had finally moved after an hour. It was the act he had been waiting for all along. His body had been waiting for a man to strike him hard with his penis.
In this moment, he wasn’t afraid of pregnancy.
Hoo, hoo, Lee A-gon thrust, grinding his teeth. Ah, shit. He cursed lowly. He had barely begun, and his semen had already wet the inside. Lee A-gon had been holding back too.
“Hae-jun. Hae-jun.”
Even after ejaculating, his penis remained erect. With that penis, Lee A-gon continued to fuck Hae-jun relentlessly.
Hot saliva dripped onto his shoulder. With each thrust of his groin, a wet, sticky sound like glutinous rice cakes bursting emanated from Hae-jun’s buttocks.
His buttocks, having been struck, swelled. Hae-jun, filled with his semen, with his penis inside him, and with his limbs pinned tightly by Lee A-gon, could only stick his head out and cry. High, lewd sounds emerged.
“Shit, Park Hae-jun!”
His head was forced back. Lee A-gon bit Hae-jun’s lips. Their eyes met. Lee A-gon’s eyes were wide open, and Hae-jun didn’t look away. In that moment, their souls linked, like grooves fitting together. Hae-jun was sucked into Lee A-gon’s eyes.
The world where Lee A-gon’s soul resided was no longer desolate. It was filled with a hundred mouths, thousands of hands, and tens of thousands of penises writhing.
As Hae-jun appeared, those mouths, hands, and penises rushed towards him. They all called out Hae-jun’s name, crying for love.
Aaaah—Hae-jun screamed. Ten penises writhed in his mouth, trying to enter.
A hundred hands subdued and pressed down on Hae-jun’s limbs.
Dozens of mouths licked Hae-jun’s legs, and thousands of penises growled, bringing their heads to his openings.
I love you, Hae-jun! Ten thousand penises ejaculated simultaneously, shouting.
Love me. I want to be loved by you. A thousand hands embraced Hae-jun, rubbing and writhing, crying out. They wailed, begging for love.
This was where Lee A-gon’s soul lived. A world filled only with countless mouths, hands, and penises that craved Hae-jun. And these mouths, hands, and penises were the visualization of Lee A-gon’s feelings for Hae-jun.
Hae-jun, who had seen the secret desires of all lovers who wished to know the heart of their beloved, screamed in that insane world.
∞ ∞ ∞
“Hae-jun, are you alright? Are you conscious?”
Drawn by the voice calling him, Hae-jun opened his eyes. The sunlight shone brilliantly. Hae-jun groaned and pushed himself up.
“What time is it?”
“It’s eleven.”
“How many hours have passed?”
“Twelve hours.”
Hae-jun raised his hand to his hair, then stopped. Twelve hours had passed? Then…
“You suddenly fell asleep while we were doing it, so I was surprised.”
Lee A-gon said that with a gentle expression and held a cup of water to Hae-jun’s lips. Hae-jun shook his head. He hadn’t fallen asleep while doing it. It was a lingering aftereffect from linking with his soul.
The memory of that scene made his body tremble. Lee A-gon’s inner self was too horrific. His inner self, more terrible than an ugly face. A world made only of hands that wanted to hold Park Hae-jun and a penis that wanted to fuck Park Hae-jun.
He returned immediately, but the aftereffects remained. Hae-jun quickly shook his head, trying to erase the image.
“What were you doing all this time?”
“I was watching you, hyung.”
“No, what were you doing while I was asleep?”
“I was watching you, hyung.”
“…For twelve hours?”
“Yes. I was watching you, hyung.”
Lee A-gon smiled faintly. Was it because he had seen A-gon’s inner self? Hae-jun felt a deep sickness in A-gon’s smiling face.
“You must be tired. Do you want to sleep now?”
“No. I’m fine.”
“Did you sleep while I was sleeping?”
“No.”
“Then you must be tired.”
“I’m fine.”
“….”
A-gon shook his head slowly, dark circles under his eyes. Suddenly, Hae-jun realized he hadn’t seen A-gon sleep even once since they were trapped here.
“Then when do you sleep?”
“I don’t sleep.”
“Why?”