“Th-the CEO can’t—can’t take it...... ah, ah—there...! Stop......!”
Lee Kangjoo kept attacking the spot that made him scream just from being touched. Haejun thrashed, but there was no escaping that grip. When his waist was held and fucked, he shook with every thrust; when Kangjoo slammed down, he shook all the same.
“Hh—ngh—nngh. Ugh...... hh.”
Haejun’s insides went soft, like fruit kneaded and crushed in a fist. They turned springy and hot, heat rising as all kinds of fluids seeped out of him. Tears, spit, the slick gathering to pave the way for his cock to shoot, even a damp sheen along his lower back—his skin took on the color of a perfectly ripe peach.
When it drove deep, his belly burned; when it pulled out, he clenched his inner flesh, grabbing on, begging it not to leave. If he’d had teeth there, Lee Kangjoo’s cock would’ve been chewed to shreds. None of this was under Haejun’s control.
Veins stood out along Kangjoo’s hands and forearms. With both hands, like splitting an apple, he spread Haejun’s ass and lazily watched the hole swallow that massive cock. The hole that had been neatly closed earlier now gaped messily, gulping it down with shameless efficiency.
Cha Haejun liked to say he wasn’t very skilled with his hands, but unlike that, his hole had a downright natural talent for binding a cock tight, yanking it in, squeezing it dry.
His throat couldn’t even open properly, like a total virgin—yet his hole clenched and loosened as if it had swallowed hundreds of cocks, sticking close to milk out every drop. A body that could get even a wheezing old bastard with a dick back on his feet. The way it flushed red at the slightest touch was filthy.
It was a body that could only ever be a rag. There had to have been countless hands reaching for him even before the baby fat left his cheeks—and yet the way he smiled was still naïve, obscenely so.
When Kangjoo brushed a thumb near the slackened hole, it clenched tight, and Haejun let out a muffled sound. Kangjoo didn’t usually like the noises men made—but Haejun’s moans, like his looks, were pitiful, the kind that stirred a cruel urge in others.
It was a shame he couldn’t bury it all the way to the root. Pressing the head hard into the flesh walls made Haejun twitch like he was dancing. His ass cheeks quivered, and the narrow strip of skin between hole and balls darkened to an even deeper shade.
“Hngh—ah. Ngh.......”
With his face buried in the pillow, Haejun suddenly thought he might suffocate and lifted his head. His body, shoved forward then dragged back, barely held up by his arms, bowed low. Below him, his cock stood rigid, dripping honey-thick slick. Every thrust sent a sharp current through him; his ears burned hot, the sensation rising and falling like he might explode at any second.
Bang—his crown slammed hard into the bed’s headboard. The sponge he’d wedged against the wall dulled the noise, but he still thought of the neighbors next door, sensitive to even the smallest sound.
Haejun hurriedly clamped a hand over his mouth. He bit his lip, held his breath, barely surviving several close calls where moans almost spilled out. But that effort starved his body of air, flushing his skin so red it looked like it would bleed if touched.
“Why are you holding it in.”
Haejun only shook his head. Wanting it to end quickly, he tightened his belly too. Kangjoo clicked his tongue lightly, then hooked an arm around Haejun’s throat and forcibly hauled his upper body upright. From his open mouth came a choked sound, then a sharp inhale.
“I—I was worried it’d be heard.”
“By who.”
“The neighbors...... complaints. Hngh.”
“You’re scared of that?”
“It’s not that I’m scared—ah!”
“Then let them hear.”
Kangjoo sat on the edge of the bed and hauled Haejun onto his thigh. Haejun tried to flee, but Kangjoo was faster, lining the cock up with his hole and dragging him down by the waist. The melted flesh sucked in the head, then the thick neck, half the veined shaft disappearing inside.
Haejun braced his hands on Kangjoo’s thigh, struggling to keep it from going any deeper. His ass and groin shook uncontrollably, the hole gulping and fluttering as it struggled to swallow what it had taken in halfway.
At the desperate sight, Kangjoo let out a dry laugh and grabbed behind Haejun’s knees, lifting him. Overpowered, Haejun tipped back and dropped down hard. The cock vanished completely between his cheeks.
“Hh—ngh!”
Haejun’s cock jerked hard, spurting semen in short bursts. He squeezed his thighs together, then spread them, curling and uncurling his toes like fists, enduring the pleasure. Getting off without even touching his cock came with a numb, searing jolt, like dunking his balls in boiling water and yanking them back out.
“From now on, every time you make a sound, I’ll hit you once. You want to stay quiet—I should help with ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) that.”
As promised, Kangjoo slapped Haejun’s ass hard. Haejun turned pale and looked back, only to see Kangjoo grin. It was unusually playful, full of mischief.
“I—I already came...... how am I supposed to hold it, hhk......!”
“That’s something you need to figure out, Cha Haejun. Try harder. Do your best.”
Answering irresponsibly, Kangjoo shoved Haejun down onto the bed. Pinning his wrists, he came at him like he’d been holding back until now. Rough, relentless thrusts battered him at will, leaving Haejun’s ass red and burning, like it had been flogged.
Whenever choking sounds slipped out and he bit his lip, Kangjoo shoved fingers into his mouth; whenever he buried his face in the pillow, Kangjoo grabbed his hair and yanked him back. Sounds spilled out helplessly.
“I told you to hold it.”
With everything Kangjoo was doing to sabotage him, how the hell was he supposed to? Frustration welled up until tears spilled.
Haejun glared at Kangjoo through cottony tears—but with his eyes soaked, it didn’t count as a protest worth shit. He was punished with a cock instead. Driven deep, rubbed only at the brink, Haejun trembled and bowed his head. This time, his chin was grabbed and lifted.
“Ah—ah, ah, ah......!”
A body that had already climaxed once was unbearably sensitive. When the shaft crushed its way in, his lower belly quivered and his cock sprang back to life. Semen he’d already spilled soaked his navel and stomach.
The flesh ravaging him swelled to its limit. Kangjoo pressed down, trying to shove his head through the wall itself. He pulled back like catching his breath, then slammed in again until his rough pubic hair pressed between Haejun’s spread legs.
Haejun clenched the pillow like he’d tear it apart, arching his head back. The instant a short grunt hit his ear, his insides turned wet. The lukewarm heat made his whole body shake. Like finally letting go after holding his piss too long, he shuddered and dribbled out a pitiful little load.
“Hah... hah.......”
When Haejun went limp like a corpse, Kangjoo draped himself over him. The heavy weight crushed his chest, making it hard to breathe—but he didn’t want to let go of the sense of stability that weight brought, or the ember-like warmth seeping into him.
Haejun curled in on himself and dragged Kangjoo’s arm into his embrace. Maybe on instinct, Kangjoo buried the tip of his nose in Haejun’s hair and rubbed their lips together. That tiny friction sent his heart into chaos.
When Kangjoo rolled onto his side, it felt like part of the same body had been torn away. His back went cold. Haejun pulled the blanket over Kangjoo instead.
“The neighbors are probably going to complain. What do we do.”
Only after it was over did the worry set in. Kangjoo got up, fetched a bottle of water from the fridge, took a sip, then handed it to Haejun. His throat was dry, so he accepted it gratefully.
“If they say anything, call me.”
“You’re busy. I shouldn’t bother you.”
“That’s when you need the landlord.”
“Well... I appreciate it. But I’ll try to handle it myself first.”
Kangjoo smiled as if to say do whatever you want. Seeing that face only hardened Haejun’s resolve. He couldn’t afford to annoy him and shave away the affection he’d worked so hard to build.
While Kangjoo showered, Haejun lay sprawled out, then awkwardly got up when he noticed something on the floor. The sponge he’d set up had fallen down from the rough movement.
Maybe all the noise had gone straight through. Swallowing hard, Haejun stared at the wall.
* * *
The weather had turned sharply cold. Autumn slipped by without him noticing. With winter winds and sunlight that was still warm, people’s clothing choices were all over the place—short sleeves, light padded jackets, scarves wrapped tight.
One of those scarf-wrapped people was Yohan. Whether he’d caught a cold or just hated the cold, he’d pulled a colorful scarf up to just under his nose. Spotting Haejun, he lifted a hand and greeted him with a lazy yo.
“Got a cold?”
“No. It’s cold.”
“In this weather?”
To Haejun, it felt a little warm. A short-sleeved shirt and a thin windbreaker were more than enough.
“It gets cold after sunset. Let’s go. I’m starving.”
“What’re we eating?”
“Pork belly, tripe, pork skin. Pick.”
“Pork belly.”
Haejun chose without hesitation. Saying he knew a place run by an older acquaintance, Yohan grabbed Haejun and cut across the alley.
