“Don’t you end up naked anyway once you get here?”
The thought flashed through his mind, but even so, he couldn’t exactly wait around completely naked. Haejun pulled out his favorite underwear and put it on. A shirt felt like it’d be trying too hard, so he switched to a T-shirt instead. Plain, ordinary clothes.
Before Lee Kangjoo arrived, Haejun made thorough preparations to block out noise. He fitted scratch guards under the bed legs and wedged a wide sponge between the headboard and the wall. Now all he had to do was endure. And if he couldn’t—he’d bite on a gag or something.
While waiting for Lee Kangjoo, Haejun dozed off for a bit. He’d planned to sleep before greeting him, but maybe he’d had too many energy drinks—he couldn’t fall asleep even lying down at Yohan’s place. After staring blankly into space with his eyes open, he decided it’d be better to work and took a few more delivery calls before finally coming home.
It seemed the caffeine and taurine he’d poured into himself were finally wearing off—his body felt heavy, his head dull. He wasn’t even sure he could endure it at his best, so the worry was inevitable. But he couldn’t drink any more energy drinks either.
Just as he started drifting into a messy dream, Lee Kangjoo arrived. Haejun’s eyes flew open. He slapped his cheeks with both hands, shook his head to chase off the sleep, and opened the door with a bright smile.
“You’re here.”
He didn’t even need to force the smile. The moment he saw Lee Kangjoo, a soft laugh spilled out on its own. Even as he smiled naturally, a corner of his heart filled with regret.
He shouldn’t have gone to the coin laundry with Lee Kangjoo that night. Ever since then, he’d been like this. The moment he heard Lee Kangjoo was coming, a tail he didn’t even have started wagging.
It wasn’t because he’d caught feelings. Absolutely not. He firmly believed it was about the money. Sleeping with Lee Kangjoo meant money. It wasn’t Lee Kangjoo who excited him—it was the money.
“Did you wait long?”
The same question as last time. Haejun didn’t hesitate. He nodded quickly and pulled Lee Kangjoo toward the bed. He slipped off the dark jacket and started undoing the shirt buttons one by one, then, feeling embarrassed at how rushed he was, glanced up slightly. Lee Kangjoo was looking down at him with an unreadable expression.
“It’s been a while.”
Between delivery work and the crazy bastard next door, he hadn’t touched his crotch at all lately. Masturbation was out of the question. He hadn’t even gotten morning wood.
He’d been worried his erectile dysfunction had come back, but thankfully it hadn’t reached the worst-case scenario. Sometimes, against his will, it would spring up and assert its existence. The problem—if it was a problem—was that it usually happened when he thought about Lee Kangjoo.
Anyway, since he wasn’t impotent, his sexual desire had piled up like fallen leaves in autumn. Seeing Lee Kangjoo, he acted impatient, like he’d finally found an outlet.
It didn’t seem to be something Lee Kangjoo liked. Charging in panting like he’d been starving for days might’ve looked disgusting. Haejun quickly pulled his hands away from the shirt and apologized.
“I’m sorry.”
“No. Do whatever you want, Cha Haejun.”
Lee Kangjoo perched on the edge of the bed. He was undoing his own shirt buttons, then tilted his head and smiled at Haejun. At the strangely twisted curve of his lips, Haejun swallowed hard. He swore to heaven he’d never once felt turned on by other guys with the same damn equipment, but Lee Kangjoo had turned Haejun’s world upside down.
He slowly laid Lee Kangjoo back and unbuttoned the shirt. What emerged wasn’t the full breasts of a woman, but a chest that was just the right amount of raised and firm. It wasn’t muscle built from exercise alone. It was a ribcage completed only through steady effort, real combat, and even natural bone structure.
There was no time to admire it. Watching his mood, Haejun carefully pressed his lips to it. He kissed along the nipples, moved his tongue, showing off every trick he had. As his hand crept lower, Lee Kangjoo covered his mouth /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ and gave a light yawn.
“Trying to put me to sleep?”
He probably hadn’t meant it as a provocation, but Haejun took the bait easily. With a rush of emotion, he lowered his head. Past the carved abs, he undid the belt and caught the zipper pull between his teeth. Men, after all, reacted fastest when you went for their dick rather than anything else.
Despite all that biting and sucking on his chest, Lee Kangjoo’s cock hung heavy and slack. Haejun touched the tip with his tongue, rolled it gently, coaxed the head out. When he kissed it, fluid slowly filled the shaft. His mouth alone wasn’t enough—he wrapped his hand around it.
No matter how much experience he had, swallowing it to the root was impossible. He gently worked his wrist, took about half into his mouth. He sealed his lips around it, sucked diligently, moving his small head back and forth, serving with full sincerity.
The effort paid off—the shaft swelled tight in his grip—but Lee Kangjoo seemed unsatisfied. He grabbed a fistful of Haejun’s hair and yanked him closer.
“Ghk—!”
Even with only half in, the cock pressed against his tongue root, tears prickling at the corners of Haejun’s eyes. His brow furrowed instantly. As he started choking, his nape flushing red, Lee Kangjoo clicked his tongue and let go.
Haejun pulled back, coughing. Clear snot hung from his nose, his eyes flooded with tears.
“Let’s start by widening that throat. It’s too tight—I can’t even shove it in properly.”
“Well, that’s—”
“Or were all the cocks you’ve had so far small?”
Lee Kangjoo slipped a hand under Haejun’s arms, lifted him, and sat him on the bed. He told him to open his mouth, and when Haejun obediently did, it wasn’t a cock that went in first, but thick fingers. His index and middle finger scraped over his tongue, rubbed his palate.
“Ugh.”
Hitting a sensitive spot with his fingertips made Haejun clamp down reflexively. Teeth marks appeared on the fingers. Startled, he pushed them out with his tongue and checked Lee Kangjoo’s expression. He didn’t seem bothered—only annoyed that Haejun had spit them out on his own. He grabbed Haejun’s cheek and invaded again.
“You’re a rag, aren’t you. You should know how to use your throat too.”
He’d lived the life of a rag, sure, but his specialty was his tongue, not his throat. And the real answer—that Lee Kangjoo’s cock was unusually big and thick—also existed, but Haejun couldn’t say it. There were three fingers filling his mouth now.
Each time they rubbed his palate and scratched his tongue root, his body twitched, his thighs drawing together. He hadn’t even touched his crotch, yet it rose on its own, his underwear screaming for relief.
Drool spilled from his open mouth. His lips shone slick, like they’d been coated in semen. When his mouth and tongue turned soft and loose, the fingers finally withdrew.
Before he could catch his breath, a cock replaced them. Deep, right from the start. With everything loosened by the fingers, it slid in more easily than when Haejun had struggled on his own—though it was still only a little over halfway.
“Try swallowing a bit more.”
Lee Kangjoo fiddled with his earlobe, stroked the back of his neck, coaxing him gently. His jaw felt like it might dislocate, but Haejun endured the gag reflex and pushed his head closer to the rough pubic hair.
As his narrow throat opened, the tip hovered right at the edge of slipping in. Grabbing Lee Kangjoo’s thighs with both hands, Haejun gathered the flesh of his mouth like he was gulping down a pill.
Above him came a short, sharp curse. Lee Kangjoo grabbed the back of Haejun’s head and pulled hard. The cock finally passed into his throat.
Haejun flailed. His shoulders hunched, toes curled inward. The tips of his ears turned bright red, his jaw trembled, a single tear streaking down his cheek. Being suffocated by someone else—not by hands around his neck, but by a cock lodged in his throat, stealing his breath—was a different sensation entirely.
It felt like lightning struck the center of his skull, and in an instant his legs went weak. When Lee Kangjoo pulled out, Haejun collapsed onto the bed. He coughed violently, gasping for air, his body heaving.
His face was soaked. Wiping his mouth, Haejun felt strangely languid, his lower half damp, and looked down. The center of his thin cotton pants was soaked in a dark circle.
“Looks like you really are a rag.”
Lee Kangjoo yanked down Haejun’s pants and underwear together, flipping him over completely. He slid a thick arm under his pelvis, lifted his ass up, and grabbed the fleshy cheeks with hands like pot lids. Haejun gasped, clenching his thighs. The semen he’d just spilled trickled down the inside of his legs.
“Why do you keep pretending to be all innocent, when you’re not.”
“Wait—please. Lube—”
Lee Kangjoo didn’t listen. He slid his cock between Haejun’s pale thighs, moving back and forth, smearing the semen Haejun had spilled along the shaft. Using that as lube, he crushed one cheek with his hand.
Semen pooled between the wrinkles. He rubbed the head against the tightly closed entrance, then shoved in all at once.
