“......Hngh!”
Semen stretched thick and stringy from Haejun’s piss slit like melted glue. His shoulders trembled violently, sparks flashing before his eyes. The pleasure stomping down his spine was brutal. He hadn’t even really shot properly, yet the intensity was on par with a full orgasm.
“Hoo.......”
Haejun’s body went slack. He’d climaxed twice already. On top of # Nоvеlight # that, he hadn’t slept properly for days because of the neighbors next door. It was no wonder he was drained. With his stamina completely spent, his eyelids grew unbearably heavy. Gravity pressed down on his eye sockets.
But for Lee Kangjoo, this was only the beginning.
Haejun fought desperately to keep his consciousness, but Kangjoo grabbed his waist and kept ramming into him without giving him a break. Every thrust felt like his bare body crashing into a rock, and whenever that veined pillar pried him open and roughly scraped along his inner walls, his mouth fell open and drool leaked out.
“Hh—hngh—ngh......!”
His stomach hollowed inward, the outline of the cock buried inside him clearly visible as it slid in and out. Haejun smashed his face into the blanket. No matter how many times he went through it, his body never got used to this sensation. The pleasure was excessive to the point of pain. He didn’t need to look to know that fluid was leaking nonstop from the tip of his cock like a broken faucet.
As if aiming even deeper, the cock spearing into him pressed against a dead end inside. Haejun shuddered violently and thrashed. His organs lurched upward and his body flailed on its own. He tried to scramble forward and escape, but Kangjoo caught him and dragged him back. The swollen head slapped against his ass cheeks, flushed red.
Haejun couldn’t even scream. Like a bird with its head buried in a sand grave, he pressed his forehead into the blanket and clenched the sheets with both hands. The cock, red and overheated like his ass, shot semen like a water gun. Even the third time, the color was already pale.
Haejun collapsed forward. He curled his body tightly, sniffling, trembling intermittently. His chest, usually pale, was blotchy red from the rush of blood, slick with sweat.
“It’s not over yet. Stay awake.”
Lee Kangjoo grabbed Haejun’s thigh, shoved him onto his side, and pressed in close. The cock brushing against his groin was aggressively lively. If he got beaten with that thing again, today might actually turn into his memorial day. Without realizing it, Haejun clasped his hands together like he was praying.
“Uh, could we stop here for today? I’m... right now... I’m really exhausted.......”
One more orgasm and he felt like he’d dry up completely. If he had any stamina left, he might’ve endured it, but with no sleep, he was practically on the verge of death. He looked pitiful enough, crying and begging, that anyone might’ve taken mercy on him—but Kangjoo just scoffed.
“I’ve let you rest plenty. I’m not done.”
Pressing down behind his knees, Kangjoo spread his legs wide and shoved the tip in. The hole, melted and sticky, swallowed the cock greedily.
“Hngh......!”
Haejun clamped both hands over his mouth. His senses were so hypersharpened that just the act of being penetrated felt like it might knock the breath out of him.
Thump—thump. Kangjoo started pounding him again like at the beginning, and Haejun’s eyes went unfocused. Pinned beneath Kangjoo’s heavy body, only his legs below the knees dangled weakly in the air. The choking sounds he spat out were painfully pitiful.
The moans that had been leaking out weakly cut off all at once. The eyes that shut in that moment never opened again for the rest of the long night.
* * *
A refreshing, crisp sound of birds echoed inside his head. Haejun blinked slowly a few times before lifting his eyelids.
His body felt light, like it might float away, and the dull headache that always hung over him like fog was completely gone. He’d slept so deeply that a bomb could’ve gone off and he wouldn’t have noticed.
In his entire life, he’d never slept this well. Growing up abandoned without parents, his teenage years spent being chased daily by debt collectors, and the endless nights working to pay off loans—sleep had almost always been shallow for him.
Had all the exhaustion piled up and burst at once? Searching for the reason he’d slept so deeply, Haejun raised his gaze—and realized it immediately. Lee Kangjoo was beside him.
Unable to believe it, he pressed both hands hard over his eyes, then opened them again. The scene didn’t change. Lee Kangjoo was asleep, right there in his bed, next to him, breathing softly with his eyes closed.
To be lying together with the man who always vanished by morning no matter how tightly he held on—Haejun only managed to close his gaping mouth after a long while. Moving painfully slowly so as not to wake him, he carefully lifted his upper body. His waist throbbed and his inner thighs tingled, but it wasn’t unbearable.
It was the first time he’d ever seen Lee Kangjoo asleep. Grinning, Haejun examined his face in detail. Tightly shut eyes, thick lashes, closed lips, a chest rising and falling at ease—he burned it all into his memory.
Suddenly, what had happened before he fell asleep surfaced in his mind. His memory of dawn cut off abruptly. He’d come three times, and the last one he hadn’t even managed to shoot, though he remembered feeling it just as strongly. What he didn’t know was whether Kangjoo had gotten off.
Haejun cautiously lowered his gaze to check between Kangjoo’s legs. It was standing tall and healthy. He couldn’t tell whether it was because he hadn’t finished everything last night, or just simple morning wood.
If it was the former, that was bad. Determined to fulfill his role even now, Haejun loosened Kangjoo’s belt while repeatedly checking whether he was awake. He pulled down his underwear, and a heavy pillar sprang free with a bounce. At first it had made his skin crawl, like the body of some enormous fish, but now that he’d seen it so often, it bothered him less.
He pressed a kiss to the heavy head and flicked out his tongue. As he licked, he glanced upward. Only the space between Kangjoo’s brows twitched slightly—there was no sign of him waking.
If he came like this, would it count as a wet dream? A wet dream at that age—he might be seriously embarrassed. Imagining Kangjoo blushing and covering his face made Haejun snicker. Even though he knew Kangjoo wasn’t that kind of person, a laugh slipped out anyway. His hands grew busier along with the upward curve of his lips.
Drool dripped from between his stretched lips, wetting the shaft. Using that as lube, he kneaded the flesh wrapped in his hand. He tried to take it deeper into his throat, but no matter what, he still couldn’t swallow more than that on his own.
“Ha, fuck.”
It felt like he was just one step away. Acting stubborn for no reason, Haejun clung to the cock. Unable to take it deep, he just poked the head against the inside of his cheek. His flat cheek puffed out, then collapsed, then swelled again. As he wrapped his tongue around the shaft and sucked, the sound of him swallowing air spilled out repeatedly.
Maybe his tongue had a sensitive spot too—he was only sucking, but his own cock was starting to heat up. Like it was begging to be touched too, it pressed pathetically against his underwear. Watching Kangjoo, whose eyes were still firmly shut, Haejun slipped a hand into his pants.
“......What are you doing.”
At that instant, Haejun flinched hard, like someone caught stealing. He yanked his hand out of his pants and slipped the cock from his mouth. A web-like string connected the tip of Haejun’s tongue to the head of Kangjoo’s cock, making the answer obvious even without a reply.
“You’re awake.”
There was no trace of sleepiness in Lee Kangjoo’s eyes. Haejun gave him a sheepish smile.
“That’s a unique kind of morning greeting.”
Haejun wiped his wet lips and lowered his gaze. The flesh he’d worked over so diligently still hadn’t gone soft. If Kangjoo had woken up five minutes later, he would’ve achieved his goal.
“Should we stop?”
Knowing when to retreat was how you stayed alive longer. Masking his feelings, Haejun looked up at Kangjoo.
He acted like he didn’t care, but maybe his eyes betrayed him. In the blink of an eye, Kangjoo reached out and knocked him flat. He flipped him over easily, slid a hand under his waist, and hoisted his ass up. It all happened too fast to follow.
Haejun was stunned—until his pants and underwear were yanked down to his thighs and his plump ass cheeks were crushed in Kangjoo’s iron grip. That was when reality hit.
He tried to turn his head, but Kangjoo slammed his hand down on the back of his neck, forcing his face into the pillow. The cock pressed against his crack. As it rubbed slowly, Haejun twitched and clutched the pillowcase. The wrinkled hole below, as if sensing what was coming, fluttered faintly.
The wet head touched the pink folds. Pressing in as if to ease inside, then suddenly charging all at once. Thud—his body lurched forward as the narrow path was forced open, and Haejun’s eyes flew wide. Tears pooled, then dripped down onto the pillow.
“Hh—ngh.......”
His stomach tensed hard, the tight walls clinging to the cock. Unlike the dazed Haejun, overwhelmed by heat and aching pain, a satisfied, leisurely sigh drifted from behind him.
“This side would’ve been better for waking you up.”
“I wasn’t, hngh, trying to wake you—ah!”
“Then were you planning to just suck me off quietly?”
“It was, ngh, earlier, at dawn, hhk.......”
As if he hadn’t really been waiting for an answer, Kangjoo gripped his hips and drove in harder. The cock Haejun had nurtured—longer and thicker than usual—scraped, flipped, and crushed his insides. The head plowed through the narrow passage, hitting sensitive spots buried deep inside. Haejun twisted his shoulders with a sharp hitch of breath.
