T/N: This post contains explicit scenes. NSFW! Proceed with caution.
“Ah, ah…. Ugh…!”
No matter how subtly Seungjo accommodated Giyun, for Giyun who was experiencing penetration for the very first time, this moment was unbearably grueling, enough to make him faint.
The deeper the massive cock pushed into his tight, unaccustomed hole, the more Giyun felt as if his body was splitting apart. He kept hearing to relax, but he had no idea how the hell he was supposed to relax.
“Huh… Why can’t you take it?”
“…Huh…”
“We’ll be here till dawn at this rate.”
Seungjo must have decided it wasn’t working, because he pushed in a little harder than before. Giyun bit down hard on the cushion to stifle a scream. He might have bitten his tongue if he wasn’t careful.
Before he could even process it, tears gushed out. They streamed down uncontrollably. Getting beaten with a cane would probably hurt less than this.
The sensation of his inner walls stretching to the point of bursting continued. With the feeling of his organs being pushed upward, he entered little by little, bit by bit. Blink, blink—his vision flickered.
He wanted to lose consciousness, but Giyun endured solely through sheer willpower.
He wanted to ask for a kiss. It might dull this pain, even briefly. But in this prone position, not facing him, it was difficult. He didn’t want him to see that he’d cried either. With tears smearing his face, making him look ugly to anyone who saw, he couldn’t dare hope for his kiss.
“…I’m going to move now.”
Just as Seungjo’s cock felt like it was piercing through to his throat, Seungjo whispered softly into Giyun’s ear. Giyun couldn’t respond properly, gasping for breath in short, choppy bursts. It felt like Seungjo was pressing down on his lungs.
His cock withdrew at the same slow pace it had entered. They were so tightly joined he could feel his inner mucous membrane being pulled along the shaft. That spine-tingling sensation made Giyun’s toes curl. Worried his organs might come out too, his entire body tensed.
Seungjo seemed to mutter something low in response. Probably a curse word.
The re-entry was faster than before. Before the path he’d painstakingly opened could close, Seungjo pushed in without hesitation. The abnormally wide gap was filled as solid flesh slid in.
“Ahh…!”
It felt like a fist had slammed into his insides. Unable to withstand the pain digging in and the force pushing him, Giyun’s hips collapsed.
“Straighten your back.”
“Ah…!”
He clamped his hand down hard on his buttocks. The imprint of his hand would surely be left there. It hurt unbearably, but compared to the hot, sharp weapon thrusting in and out between his buttocks, that pain was nothing.
Giyun tried desperately to straighten his back as Seungjo ordered, but no strength came to his lower body. He could only tremble, his elbows braced on the sofa. Perhaps his entire body was shaking.
With every thrust of that massive weight burrowing into his insides, Giyun bitterly regretted his reckless audacity for barging in here in the dead of night to provoke Seungjo. Taking that huge thing inside him was absurd from the start, and at this rate, his body might be permanently ruined.
He wanted to run away now, but Seungjo held him tight as if anticipating it, refusing to let go. Even when Giyun tried to close his legs, Seungjo held his inner thighs tautly apart. The more Giyun tried to close them, the wider they spread.
The pace quickened, the movements grew more intense. Had Seungjo not held Giyun’s waist firmly, keeping him centered, Giyun would have tumbled off the sofa long ago.
“Ah, ah, hmph.”
Whether it was a hallucination born of extreme pain, Giyun, who had only been sweating cold sweat, suddenly began trembling for another reason. Amidst the seemingly endless agony, a new sensation began to spread.
Each time Seungjo thrust into the same spot, his back arched. Each time Seungjo slowly withdrew his fully filled member, the sensation of Giyun’s inner walls being scraped made his limbs convulse like a quivering aspen.
As the precise, peak-piercing thrusts repeated, the creeping sensation spread uncontrollably, dominating his entire body. It was a pleasure like a drug, numbing the pain. Giyun was now emitting moans unlike the pain-filled screams of before.
“Huh, ah, ugh…!”
The more he moaned, the fiercer Seungjo thrust his hips. His impatient, relentless thrusts drove Giyun mercilessly. Thud, thud, with each powerful impact, a moan escaped Giyun’s lips in rhythm. His inner walls seemed to quiver and then go limp. The cushion was soaked through with tears and saliva.
With each thrust of his cock, Giyun’s body slid forward slightly, his head bumping against the armrest of the wide, long leather sofa. Seungjo reached out a hand to stop Giyun, who was helplessly banging his head against the soft seat. The hand that had been running through his soft hair slid down, tracing Giyun’s face.
“Why are you crying?”
“Huh, because it feels good, ah, ugh, too much, uh, because it feels good…”
Giyun blurted out words that were half lie, half truth, his mind spinning. Seungjo wiped his thoroughly wet eyes, then shoved a finger into his mouth and stirred it around. Unable to swallow it in time, saliva dripped out. The drool ran down to Seungjo’s wrist, soaking his expensive watch.
Regardless, Seungjo pressed Giyun’s tongue down hard, then thrust his finger in as if inserting it all the way down his throat. Giyun finally closed his mouth, which had been drooling like a dog’s, and sucked on the finger trapped inside.
He licked it awkwardly with his tongue before his hair was grabbed. Startled, he bit down hard on the finger in his mouth, but Seungjo didn’t pull his hand away.
“Where did this come from? Shut your mouth.”
“Ah!”
The hole tightened around him once more. As the furious pillar repeatedly slammed against the narrow inner walls, the dizzying sensation made his vision go completely white. Giyun’s body collapsed again. Seungjo leaned forward, pulling Giyun tightly against him. Even in that position, he kept thrusting his hips.
“Fuck, this feels so good… Shit.”
“Haa! This, this is my first time…!”
“Looks like no one’s ever fucked you this deep before.”
Seungjo had no experience himself, but even if there had been many such ‘fuckers’, it was clear he was the first to penetrate this far.
Seungjo moved the finger that had been teasing Giyun’s mouth downward, rubbing his nipple. He pinched the now flushed nipple between his fingers and shook it. The slippery saliva heightened the sensitivity.
Giyun moaned sharply, responding to every touch and shake. Even though Seungjo wasn’t shoving anything into his mouth anymore, his gaping mouth wouldn’t close.
“You look like a rag; you only choose to say rag-like things.”
“Ugh, hah, ugh, haah!”
“Just doing whatever you want, huh? Stirring people up.”
How could this…? His words slipped by, not fully registered.
The pleasure was overwhelming. The penis, rubbing against the sofa leather from the thrusting, swelled bright red. Seungjoo gripped it roughly and moved it a couple of times, and Giyun came in the blink of an eye.
There was no time to feel the shame of coming in his hand again, or the horror of completely soiling the sofa. Seungjo’s cock, still gripping his inner walls, continued to drive Giyun, drenched in climax. It was literally penetration that showed no mercy.
“Just, just stop, ugh, slow down, please…!”
As it pounded down on his intensely sensitive inner walls, it felt like his dwindling stamina was being chipped away in real time. Contrary to Giyun’s will, his inner walls rapidly contracted and relaxed in succession. The heat rising to his scalp had no chance to cool.
Tears gushed forth once more. Seungjo felt Giyun’s tear-streaked, pleading face with his fingertips before coming.
“Huuu…”
Even after ejaculating, Seungjo didn’t withdraw his penis immediately, instead moving it back and forth slowly. Even the movements savoring the afterglow were too stimulating. Giyun buried his face in the cushion, his body trembling violently.
When he finally withdrew completely, Giyun managed to lift himself up. A wet, sticky sound echoed, like bare feet peeling off damp, old floorboards. It was the sound of his own semen rubbing against the sofa. Giyun gasped in fright. The black leather sofa was stained with pale semen.
“The, the sofa…”
“That’s the first thing you’re worried about?”
Seungjo stroked his wrist with an exasperated look. He wondered what kind of reaction he’d get if Giyun knew his leather watch, worth several times more than the sofa, was now smeared with his own saliva.
He wanted to tell Giyun there was no need to worry about the sofa, but Seungjo said nothing. It was infuriating to see him so preoccupied and fixated on the sofa, as if he’d completely forgotten everything they’d just done.
Seungjo clicked his tongue softly, tied the condom, and tossed it into a nearby trash can. The sound of the condom being tossed made Giyun turn to look at him. In Seungjo’s eyes, the desire hadn’t quite faded yet.
Giyun gaze naturally drifted downward. Below the top of his pants, not even unbuckled, a large mass of flesh stood out alone. It was that thing that had stirred inside Giyun until his whole body was drained of energy.
It probably wasn’t Seungjo’s intention, but covering his entire body while exposing only that one part felt even more lewd.
“That… are you okay?”
“If I’m not okay…?”
Even after ejaculating, his penis remained hot and hard. Staring directly at it was frightening, but the thought that he still got hard because of him made Giyun feel undeniably elated. Maybe our relationship wasn’t so bad after all.
Truthfully, I didn’t want to do it with him again right now. It felt like riding an endless rollercoaster of extreme difficulty, and I didn’t have the confidence to get back on immediately. I simply didn’t have the energy to take him again, but I also didn’t want to pretend I didn’t notice it.
“…Should I do it with my hand?”
Recalling how Seungjo had made him come with his hand the first time, Giyun asked cautiously. Moving his hand seemed manageable enough. He hadn’t touched Seungjo’s body even once today, and he wanted to touch him.
“Hands are boring.”
Seungjo twisted the corner of his mouth at Giyun’s suggestion.
“I want you to do it with your mouth?”
“…With my mouth?”
“Yeah.”
Giyun blinked rapidly. How does one do it with the mouth? Does he suck it? Would that thing even fit in my mouth? Well, he did put it down there…
The hesitation was brief. Giyun crawled on his knees to Seungjo’s front with a determined look.
Up close, it was frighteningly large. How wide would he have to open her mouth? Opening his mouth as wide as she possibly could, Giyun lowered his head to take Seungjo’s penis in.
Just as the glans touched his lips, Seungjo pushed his forehead back with one hand. Giyun was roughly shoved away by Seungjo’s palm, never even touching him with his tongue. His head jerked back up unexpectedly, and his eyes locked with Seungjo’s, who had been watching him from above.
Seungjo was glaring at Giyun. His furrowed brow clearly showed his irritation. Startled, Giyun slowly closed his open mouth.
“This is way too easy.”
“…Huh?”
“You’re useless…”
Had he given himself away? Was this not how it was done? He had only wanted to satisfy him… Giyun lowered his head, trying not to show his fluster. His own pitiful naked body was exposed, making him curl up further. Haa, Seungjo let out an impatient sigh. Zipping himself back up, he returned to his neat appearance as before.
“I’ll be out after I wash up. Don’t go anywhere.”
Seungjo left those words behind and headed for the bathroom. He didn’t seem curious about Giyun’s reply.
Left alone, Giyun brushed his shoulders. Only then did the chill set in. Their bodies had been warm from pressing against each other, but once the other was gone, they cooled rapidly.
Giyun gathered his clothes scattered on the floor, picking them up one by one like collecting scrap paper. His body, damp with sweat and semen, felt sticky, but he couldn’t wash here right now.
Cigarette ash was stuck to his shirt collar, so he brushed it off as best he could with his hands. He picked up the cigarette butt crushed into the floor, tossed it in the trash can, and wiped the floor with tissue paper. The semen splattered on the sofa seemed to fade in color the more he wiped it. Even the smell seemed to have soaked into the leather.
Giyun clenched his hand, still holding the tissue, in despair.
Remembering something he nearly forgot, he stretched out his hand while still lying flat on the floor. He barely managed to retrieve her ID card, discarded beneath the sofa.
His throat was parched from all the drooling and screaming. He considered going to the break room for water but decided against it. Even knowing Seungjo and him were the only ones in the office at midnight, Giyun feared causing any further unusual commotion at work.
In the space Seungjo left behind, Giyun felt like Cinderella after the spell had broken. He dreaded what Seungjo might say upon returning. The moment they’d lost themselves on the sofa was already past; now, only his cold, piercing stare was real.
The shower took longer than expected. It might not just be a shower; Seungjo could be sorting through his thoughts, regretting giving in to a moment of passion, and agonizing over how to draw a line with him.
Perhaps it was only natural. She hadn’t expected anything more from the start. But right now, she wasn’t prepared to hear those words.
Giyun stood there, clutching his bag, unsure what to do. Finally, when the sound of water from the shower stopped, Giyun, with fear reaching its peak, bolted out of the office without a moment to think. He left a hastily scribbled note on the table saying he was leaving first.
Giyun took a taxi for the first time in his life. And he paid the surcharge.
Public transportation had mostly stopped running by then, but he was in no state to calmly walk the streets. He had no strength below his navel. His abs ached, his thighs were numb, and both buttocks felt bruised from the way Seungjo had clenched his buttocks as if trying to tear them apart.
Above all, the unspeakable area was excruciatingly painful. Stumbling out of the building, Giyun hailed the first taxi in sight and headed home.
Even in the backseat, sitting upright was difficult. Giyun slumped sideways, his body collapsing. Had the taxi driver glanced back, he would have thought Giyun was a drunk passenger.
The moment he got into the taxi, his phone rang. It was an unknown number, but somehow he had a gut feeling it was Seungjo. As Giyun hesitated whether to answer, the call ended, and a message from the same number popped up on the screen.
[Where are you.]
His suspicion that it was his number grew stronger. Giyun clutched his sinking chest and pondered what to reply. But before he could even press a key, the phone rang again, impatiently.
“…”
Giyun’s heart pounded anxiously. He was clearly angry. It felt like the phone’s vibration was transmitting his irritation along with the ring. As if determined to ring until he answered, the phone rang repeatedly to the end before cutting off, over and over.
“Aren’t you going to answer? It looks like you’re getting a call.”
“Ah, yes.”
Only after getting scolded by the taxi driver did Gyun turn his phone to silent. Unable to bear seeing his number on the screen, as if it were scolding him, Giyun turned the phone off completely.
I didn’t want to get his number like this.
Giyun couldn’t understand why Seungjowas trying so obsessively to contact him.
He couldn’t have missed the note I left saying I was leaving first. Did he really think I’d just walk out and spread rumors all over the neighborhood? Was he trying to shut me up for good?
If that was his plan, Seungjo seriously misjudged Giyun. Even without him threatening or persuading me, Giyun had no intention of telling anyone, ever. It was enough to keep it as a precious, one-time memory.
Giyun didn’t want to answer the call and get shot down for confirmation when he already knew what he’d say. If Giyun could have casually talked to Seungjo on the phone, he wouldn’t have run out of his office in the first place.
‘What a bastard…’
The last words I heard from him wouldn’t leave my mind. Not even his expression, thick with displeasure.
What exactly was so shitty? Giyun does not have a self-harming habit or anything, but replaying that final scene of him turning away coldly made my chest ache.
He had done his best. He had tried not to be a nuisance, not to show his inadequacy. Yet the fact he hadn’t satisfied him remained a lingering regret. If that expression had been for sex, then perhaps it was fortunate he hadn’t seen his face.
It hurt too much, and amidst the pleasure, it was even sad. Since it was like a dream anyway, Giyun decided to extract only the good memories and draw a line under their sex at his end.
The dead phone wouldn’t ring anymore. Giyun pressed his forehead against the car window, letting his head cool.
Sadly, the taxi he was riding for the first time was definitely faster and more comfortable than public transportation.
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