Due to incorrect chapters previously posted, I have updated Chapters 2.5, 2.6, 2.7, 2.8 and 2.9 (R18). Please re-read to follow the story correctly and apologies for the mistake.
The movements of his hand, now adding another finger, grew rougher than before. He thrust deep inside with a wet thwack.
Seungjo no longer slid back and forth gently as he had at first; instead, he hammered away, driving his fingers in as if he were inserting his cock.
The strength in Giyun’s arms gave out, and they collapsed. His upper body was pressed completely against the mattress on the floor, leaving only his hips thrust upward. Even in that position, Seungjo worked his hand without mercy.
“I want to show you… how erotic you look like this.”
Unable to bear the overflowing stimulation, Giyun tried to crawl forward to escape. The arms bracing him against the floor trembled violently. Before he could move a single step, Seungjo pressed down on the small of Giyun’s back with his other hand.
“Where are you going? I’m right in the middle of serving you.”
“Ugh, nngh, haaa!”
Before he knew it, the number of fingers had increased from three to four. The pressure filling him was almost terrifying. Even though he wasn’t being touched, pre-cum leaked from his erect cock like semen, soaking the mattress.
“You take four just fine.”
“Ah, too… too much… huff, ngh!”
“Well, you’ve taken my cock, after all.”
The insertion became more violent, as if he intended to shove his hand in up to the wrist. A wet, slapping sound filled the room without filter.
Because of the gel splattered inside and out, liquid flew in every direction every time Seungjo moved his hand.
“Ngh, ah… haa.”
Giyun buried his face in the pillow, his entire body collapsed against the floor. Every time the hand raked harshly against his inner walls, tears burst forth from the sheer intensity of the pleasure.
When Seungjo twisted his wrist while inserted to the hilt, a moan that sounded like a scream escaped him. He couldn’t keep his wits about him, struggling to endure the excessive stimulation. It was a different dimension of pain and pleasure from the agony he felt when the cock had first been forced inside.
Just as Giyun was sobbing, completely consumed by the pleasure that had flooded his mind, Seungjo withdrew his hand as if it were a lie. The stimulation that had been exhausting his lower body suddenly vanished, leaving Giyun gasping in a daze, clinging to the afterglow.
But the relief was short-lived; a hard glans slammed into the hole. Starting with the swollen tip, the entire massive shaft was sucked into the inner walls without resistance. Giyun let out a choked, gasping breath.
“Hngh, haa, ah…!”
“Hh….”
Rough breaths escaped Seungjo as well. The sensation of finally driving in his cock, which had been erect to the point of bursting, was beyond imagination. Feeling the mucous membrane cling tightly to his shaft, Seungjo chewed out a low curse.
The softened inner walls surged, tightening around the cock. It felt as if they were pleading with him not to leave.
The hole, already flushed and stimulated from the fingers, stretched to its limit as the thick shaft entered. Stroking the taut, red skin around the opening, Seungjo began to move his hips.
Despite having asked to be fucked immediately without foreplay, the sound of sobbing, unable to withstand the thrusting, echoed from below.
“Haa, ngh…!”
“You were in so much pain last time, I couldn’t go all the way in.”
As he spoke those unbelievable words, Seungjo drove his cock deep. Every time he bottomed out, Giyun’s body jolted as if an electric current were coursing through him.
Though the movements were violent and far from gentle, the impact seemed to have short-circuited his brain; there was no sensation of pain. Only an unbearable level of pleasure remained.
It wasn’t by Giyun’s will, but the inner walls, which Seungjo had spent time ruthlessly loosening, widened to accommodate him with every thrust, tightly enveloping the thick, hard shaft.
“Huu, you take it well now, no problem.”
“Ngh, huff, ugh, nngh…!”
“Haa, you won’t be able to meet guys with small dicks from now on.”
He drove in so deep it felt as if he were trying to shove his testicles inside. The impact resonated all the way to Giyun’s head. As the pleasure-bordering on pain-continued, he felt only a desperate urge to ejaculate as quickly as possible.
Pressing his upper body as low as possible against the floor, Giyun rubbed his lower half against the mattress. His cock, engorged and red with blood, rubbed back and forth.
In this state, where every sensation was amplified, even the feeling of his cock rubbing against the soft fabric was electrifyingly erotic.
But for a moment, Seungjo forcibly lifted his waist, leaving Giyun’s hips floating in the air again. Just as Giyun desperately tried to grab his cock to rub it against anything, Seungjo blocked him.
“Ugh, nngh, my hand!”
“Who told you to touch it?”
“Hngh, ah, please…!”
Seungjo interlaced his fingers over the backs of Giyun’s hands and pinned them to the floor, moving his hips like a beast.
He wanted to come, and being blocked from doing so was driving him crazy. He felt resentful, wronged, and so overwhelmed by pleasure that tears streamed down his face.
The violent thrusting continued, creating a loud, wet slapping sound. The moment Seungjo drove in so hard that Giyun’s entire body shook, Giyun ejaculated unconsciously, without even touching or rubbing himself.
Semen streamed from the blood-flushed glans. His vision went dark and then white again. Unable to even make a sound, Giyun’s lips merely trembled.
The semen, along with the tears dripping down his cheeks, soaked the mattress. Giyun collapsed, utterly exhausted.
In a position where he completely covered and embraced Giyun, who was sprawled on the floor, Seungjo buried his face in the crook of Giyun’s sweat-drenched neck and inhaled a ragged breath. He licked the skin along the dip of the spine with his tongue, then bit and sucked hard on the hot, white neck and shoulder, leaving deep red marks.
If Seungjo had been in his right mind, he wouldn’t have left marks in such a place; and if Giyun had been in his right mind, he would have been bothered by the sweat on his neck and spine and tried to push him away.
But right now, neither had the mental capacity to realize those facts.
Giyun surrendered his entire body, letting himself be bitten and sucked as he pleased. He had already soaked the single mattress, yet he felt as if he were about to ejaculate again.
Giyun shook helplessly under the hip movements that were wreaking havoc on his sensitive interior.
Seungjo grabbed Giyun’s limp arms and pulled them back, hoisting his collapsed body up by sheer force. A wet sound echoed as his body was forcibly peeled away from the bedding, which was slick with semen and bodily fluids, but it was nothing compared to the sound coming from the junction where the cock passed through the hole.
With his upper body raised, the connection deepened. Every time the hard cock changed direction and hammered against the inner wall, his body, shaking in time with the rhythm, convulsed again. Seungjo stroked Giyun’s lean stomach.
Every time he inserted fully, he could feel something protruding against the soft skin of the belly. When he pressed that spot while thrusting, Giyun let out a scream-like moan. It was a good thing it was a rooftop room; if there had been a neighbor next door, they might have knocked on the door.
“Haa, ah, ah…!”
Thin semen leaked out of the tip of his cock, which was bobbing up and down in the air, as if he were urinating. He had come twice without even being touched. Seeing this, Seungjo didn’t stop; instead, he increased the speed. The sound of the plump buttocks colliding with his pubic bone and scrotum echoed loudly.
“Haa, ngh….”
Seungjo hugged Giyun’s entire body from behind, as if to crush him. Hot semen erupted endlessly from the tip, surging and soaking the inner walls. The pleasure was so intense that Giyun wanted to simply lose consciousness. His head felt as if it were not just ringing, but exploding; no words came from his mouth other than moans. There were things he wanted to say, but it felt as if the day would pass without him ever saying them.
Why hadn’t he just gone home after dropping him off, claiming he had things to do? For whom was that unconscious consideration of waiting until the lights in the house were on?
The questions that failed to reach the other person scattered within Giyun’s consciousness. Though, even if he had asked, he probably wouldn’t have received the answer he hoped for….
Someone must have touched one of the cars parked densely in the alley, as a loud alarm echoed through the neighborhood. The noise filtered through the window of the rooftop room, which had neither soundproofing nor insulation. Giyun, who had been sleeping like a corpse, blinked his eyes open. It was already morning.
It didn’t take long to recall the events of the previous night. Everything that happened from the moment he arrived home until he collapsed into sleep flashed through his mind like a panorama.
As soon as he realized he had spent the entire night with Seungjo, Giyun’s eyes snapped open and he bolted upright.
“Ah…!”
Just raising his upper body caused a sharp pain in his lower back, as if it had been demolished. Giyun clutched his waist like an eighty- year-old man and looked around frantically.
But Seungjo was not in the house. He had already left.
A mixture of confusion, urgency, and a sliver of expectation caused his tense body to suddenly slump. His frantically darting eyes lost their vitality. His gaze, noticeably sunken, lingered on the empty linoleum floor and stopped searching the surroundings.
In the small house, there were no blind spots and nowhere else to look.
Then again, since the business of sex was over, there was no reason for him to stay. It was ridiculous to feel hurt by that fact. As he hammered that obvious truth into his mind, the emptiness slowly faded, and Giyun soon became indifferent.
Still, he could have left a note…. Giyun looked around the empty room, feeling a lingering regret over that one thing, but soon brushed the feeling aside. They say greed only invites disaster.
He tried to remember when Seungjo had left, but nothing came to mind. His memories became increasingly fragmented after his second ejaculation.
As if mocking Giyun, who thought it would be a one-time thing like last time, Seungjo had pushed him as if he were some kind of madman. He couldn’t count how many times they had done it. Giyun had nearly fainted, and in fact, had actually blacked out for a short while.
He remembered begging him to stop several times because the unyielding slab of flesh remained lodged inside him, yet he hadn’t stopped.
Even when he attended school and worked part-time until night, he had never felt this exhausted; yesterday, his body and mind were so overwhelmed that he feared something might be permanently damaged.
Giyun headed to the bathroom to wash. Even after turning on the hot water, it took a long time for warm water to come out, so he let the shower head run for a while. Normally, he would have managed with cold water, but in his current state, he felt his body would scream if he did that.
While killing time staring blankly at the cracked tile wall, Giyun realized that his body was cleaner and more presentable than he expected. He had no memory of washing before sleeping; had he cleaned him? To wash someone and then leave without a word… he was an incomprehensible person.
Muttering things to Seungjo that would never reach him, Giyun soaked his body in the lukewarm stream. He reached down to the area that had been tormented for so long. It felt as if the inner walls were raw, drenched in hot gel and even hotter bodily fluids.
Apparently, Seungjo couldn’t completely handle this part; when he inserted his fingers to open himself up, he felt the pooled semen flowing down his thighs. His face flushed at the unfamiliar sensation. He was immensely relieved to be alone here.
It might sound crazy, but he felt a slight regret that the traces the man had left throughout the night were now disappearing.
When did he leave? What is he doing now? He knew he only had afternoon lectures today; was he working since dawn as usual?
What was he thinking while cleaning him before leaving? Did he think the house was so shabby that he never wanted to set foot in it again…?
As he continued his endless cycle of self-reproach and imagination, Giyun suddenly noticed a draft coming through the window and tried to close it. However, the frame and the window didn’t align, so it wouldn’t close completely. Moreover, the window was cracked.
The weather had turned into full autumn after summer. It was still bearable, but once winter came, the rooftop would be brutally cold. The room was one thing, but the bathroom, which had no heating, was cold enough to make one shudder.
He wondered if he should repair the cracked window before winter, but remembering that glass was incredibly expensive, Giyun shook his head.
He had tentatively mentioned it to the landlord last winter, but he had been refused, told that the glass wasn’t actually broken and that such a crack was nothing.
Since he didn’t live in the bathroom, he only had to suffer for a few moments while washing morning and night. It wasn’t as if it were winter all year round.
After scrubbing his entire body with soap, Giyun turned off the faucet and toweled his hair. It was then that he heard someone knocking on the front door.
Open up. As soon as he recognized the owner of the voice beyond the door, Giyun forgot his current state and dashed to the entrance to open it. He moved hurriedly, ignoring the screams of pain from his muscles.
Seungjo, whom he thought had left long ago, was standing there. Giyun’s eyes widened. Seungjo’s did as well.
“Are you an exhibitionist?”
Seungjo stepped inside, shielding Giyun from the outside, and locked the door. Contrary to his harsh words, his explicit gaze scanned Giyun’s naked body. His skin, not yet dry, was glistening.
Suddenly realizing he wasn’t wearing a single piece of underwear, Giyun whipped open the towel in his hand. Watching Giyun’s desperate attempt to cover his torso with a single thin towel, Seungjo took off his shoes as if the show were over.
“I guess you always stay like this at home.”
“It’s not that… as you can see, I just came out of the shower.”
He felt upset that he seemed to only show embarrassing sides of himself to the man since yesterday. Answering hesitantly, Giyun followed Seungjo into the room as if the roles had been reversed.
He finished drying himself and quickly threw on clothes. As he tightly tied the drawstring of his sweatpants, Giyun protested with a sense of injustice to Seungjo, who was treating him as if he were less than a prehistoric human.
“I’m a human being and a civilized person, there’s no way I’d be like that.”
“Is it a civilized thing to greet people naked?”
“…”
“Who opens the door so recklessly without knowing who’s coming, looking like that?”
He had no excuse for that, but he still felt wronged. He had opened the door because he recognized the voice, and because he felt that if he didn’t open it immediately, the man would disappear. Of course, he couldn’t honestly explain those reasons.
That was how surprising Seungjo’s appearance was to him. He was curious why he had returned after he thought he had left. Had he left something behind? Giyun spoke up hesitantly.
“But what brings you….”
“We were together since yesterday, yet you talk so strangely.”
Seungjo frowned. Only then did Giyun notice the bag in his hand.
“Did you lose your memory after blacking out halfway through?”
“…Did you go somewhere?”
“There was nothing to eat at your place.”
“…”
“Not many places were open outside…. I bought this nearby, so eat this for now.”
Giyun looked down at the dumpling shop bag held out to him with a bewildered expression. Unable to respond to the unexpected answer, he just stood there, and Seungjo shook the bag as if urging him.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you hungry?”
He hadn’t left; he had just gone out for a moment to buy this….
If he had asked if he’d left something behind, the atmosphere would have turned incredibly cold. With a look of immense relief, Giyun took the bag of dumplings. It was heavy, filled with many things.
“I am hungry…. Thank you for the food.”
As he said, he was incredibly hungry. Not just his energy, but it felt as if all the protein in his body had been drained, leaving his stomach empty.
Knowing that the man hadn’t left the place, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Giyun bit his lip to manage his expression. He had thought it was natural for a busy man to leave once his business was done, but deep down, he had been disappointed.
He wanted to ask why he hadn’t gone home immediately, but fearing the man might bolt from the room right then, Giyun asked no further questions. Then again, he must have been very tired too.
“You dressed quickly.”
Seeing Giyun properly dressed, Seungjo said something different from before. The fingertips of Giyun, who was about to pull out the folding table from the corner, flinched.
“Should I just strip you again?”
Pretending not to hear the teasing addition, Giyun calmly unfolded the table legs. As he went to set out the food, he realized there wasn’t just one bag, but two. He hadn’t noticed because the food bag was so large and heavy.
Besides the bag of dumplings, the other was a bag of medicine. When Giyun showed confusion upon seeing the ointment inside, Seungjo spoke bluntly.
“Apply that first.”
“…Ointment?”
“You’re hurt.”
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