One thick cock, too large to wrap a single hand around, slammed in and out of his entrance with brutal speed. The chaos of conflicting sensations overwhelmed his brain, making him feel lightheaded, yet the relentless rhythm of that pounding cock didn’t let up for a second. Every sharp jolt of pain that stabbed up from his lower abdomen was followed by a wave of shuddering pleasure that almost seemed to fuel it.
His own rigid cock trembled violently, slapping helplessly against Tae Woon’s stomach. Tae Woon licked his lips, panting hard, then smiled brightly through his ragged breaths.
“Hyung, you’re hard.”
“I know, ah… I know… Ahh! Hah! Ah!”
His cheeks, once pale from the pain, were now flushed a deep red. Kim Sibaek couldn’t tell anymore whether the twisted expression on his face came from the lingering pain or the overwhelming pleasure surging through him.
Tae Woon’s large hand, which had been groping Sibaek’s trembling thighs and ass, slid to where their bodies were joined. His fingers brushed the stretched entrance, and when he pulled them back, they were smeared with blood. He licked the crimson trail like it was honey.
“Haah… Hyung, you’re so hot and tight inside… Ah, fuck.”
“Ungh! Hah, ahh!”
“So, does it hurt more… huh… or does it feel good?”
Even as he asked, his hips didn’t pause. Kim Sibaek, barely hanging on, clenched the sheets as his body rocked helplessly with every punishing thrust, moaning like he was crying out.
“I don’t know…! Ahh, haak! Slower… just a little slower!”
“Okay.”
But even as he answered, Tae Woon shrugged off the gown hanging loosely from his shoulder. Before the garment even hit the floor, he grabbed Sibaek’s thighs and pushed them up. His hips lifted briefly off the bed, then slammed back down with force, making the bed jolt.
The sharp, wet slaps of skin on skin echoed loudly in the room like popping balloons. With every brutal thrust, the bed creaked dangerously beneath them, as if it might snap apart. Random thoughts floated through Sibaek’s dazed mind—what if the bed broke, or what if his insides were bruised beyond repair from taking Tae Woon so deep?
Were those absurd thoughts? Or just plain stupid? He didn’t know. He couldn’t form a coherent thought anymore. Whatever fragments of clarity he had left were crushed beneath the intensity of the relentless pleasure.
“Hahh! You’re too much… Hngh!”
The sensation was overwhelming. His soft, trembling inner walls clamped down tightly as they were hammered by what felt like a rod of steel, lighting a searing burn in his gut. His chest grew tight with pressure, even making him feel nauseous. It was like his whole body—not just the space between his legs—had become a vessel made to take Tae Woon in.
At some point, he’d let go of the sheets. He didn’t even realize his sweat-slicked fingers weren’t gripping anything anymore until his body was being dragged further up the twisted sheets with each thrust.
Then, his flailing hand was caught by Tae Woon. Even in the darkness, his teeth flashed white before he bit down hard on Sibaek’s finger.
“Ow!”
A sharp sting shot through him. Tae Woon ground his teeth into the twitching digit before grabbing Sibaek’s lifted shoulder and yanking him close. The cock inside him, which had been pulled back slightly, shifted angle and slammed in deep again. Sibaek’s waist jolted from the sudden impact.
Tae Woon bent down and wrapped him in his arms, pressing hot, ragged breaths to his forehead and cheeks. His weight pressed down like a boulder, crushing what little air was left in Sibaek’s lungs.
But even under that suffocating weight, a strange sense of comfort washed over him. Trembling, Sibaek wrapped his arms around Tae Woon’s back and shoulders, holding on tight. Tae Woon’s hips began to move again—slow this time. The cock that had been battering his insides now teased them, each shallow thrust no deeper than a finger joint, dragging along every sensitive ridge inside him.
He could feel the exact shape of it. The thick shaft slid against the slick inner walls, and he imagined his flesh molding itself around it.
The thought made his head spin—and his entire body flush with heat. Tae Woon leaned in close to his ear, licking the curve before flicking his tongue inside.
“Hyung… do you like it more when I fuck you fast, like before… or slow, like this? Woonie’s cute cock is waiting just for you.”
Cute…?
Kim Sibaek, who’d never once doubted Tae Woon’s cuteness since meeting him at nineteen, suddenly felt conflicted. A weapon that tore him apart like this… was cute? But then again, he was the one who let it tear through him. Still panting, he scratched Tae Woon’s shoulder weakly.
“Then… do it cutely…”
Tae Woon chuckled softly. His hips pulled back in a slow, deliberate motion… then started slamming hard again without warning, as if they’d never stopped. That raw, animalistic rhythm—as if this was the only thing he knew how to do—stirred up a fresh wave of wild pleasure that ripped through Kim Sibaek’s mind.
His hazy thoughts flickered white again. At Tae Woon’s absurd cuteness, he too turned beastly. Driven by instinct, he clawed at Tae Woon’s back and shoulders, moaning like he’d gone feral.
“Ahh! Ah, ahh!”
His cock jerked and spilled thick, sticky fluid without a single touch. Tae Woon, moaning deeply as his brow furrowed, bit hard into the curve of Sibaek’s neck. The sharp pain made Sibaek’s insides clamp down in a fierce orgasm, and he felt something wet release deep inside.
“Huu…”
When the tremors of release finally faded, Tae Woon didn’t let go. He held Kim Sibaek close, steadying his breath as he lifted his face from the curve of Sibaek’s neck. Sibaek let out a soft, broken moan, his strength leaving him as his hand flopped limply onto the bed. He felt something wet and warm glide along the sweat-drenched nape of his neck. In his haze, he wondered if the liquid trickling from the bite mark was just sweat—but no, it had to be blood.
Tae Woon nuzzled his cheek against Sibaek’s, who could only gasp for breath, still unable to speak.
“Did you like me acting all cute?”
“Mmh…”
With effort, Sibaek raised a hand and brushed back Tae Woon’s tousled hair, gently stroking his forehead.
“If you’re that cute again, I’m seriously gonna die from it… right then and there…”
Despite having just wrecked him with ruthless, overwhelming pleasure, Tae Woon smiled like a sweet, innocent boy and pressed his lips softly against Sibaek’s. The gentle, honeyed kiss sank deep, letting Sibaek savor the softness that slid into his mouth—and for a brief moment, the suffocating madness of systems and everything else melted into silence.
***
It was back when Tae Woon had just started middle school. He’d made quite the impression by getting into a fistfight with the local bullies. Then one day, with a tone far too serious for his age, he asked:
“Hyung… why haven’t I hit puberty yet?”
Sibaek had been surprised. Lately, Tae Woon had refused to go to the bathhouse with him, claiming he was embarrassed, so he figured puberty had already started. But it seemed like his body still hadn’t caught up to his mind.
Thinking about the kids around them, Sibaek found himself nodding. Yeah… makes sense.
Pi Minhyung had already entered the gravel-throated phase of puberty, running around with a voice that sounded like he was chewing rocks while laughing like a maniac. Seo Gaeun had shot up like a bean sprout and already broken past 170 centimeters. Meanwhile, Tae Woon hadn’t even started his secondary development. No wonder he was getting anxious.
“It’s different for everyone, so don’t stress too much. Are you that eager to grow up?”
“I want to be an adult like you, hyung.”
“If Woonie becomes a grown-up, no one will want to kiss me anymore. That’s a disaster waiting to happen.”
The memory of that drunken kiss flashed through his mind, and Sibaek pulled a fake frown. Just imagining a grown-up Tae Woon brushing him off with a “I’m not a kid anymore” made his chest tighten.
At his playful pout, Tae Woon broke into a bashful smile.
“Even when I grow up, I’ll still be your cute little Woonie, hyung. Next time, I’ll kiss you.”
That Tae Woon would remain cute and loveable even as an adult—now that was a universal truth that wouldn’t change, not even if the Earth split in half. But…
But there’s nothing cute about the way some parts of him grew up…!
The moment he subconsciously objected to that dreamy memory, Sibaek’s eyes snapped open—just as someone planted a loud kiss right on his cheek.
