He had no idea how much time had passed.
The blinds were tightly drawn over the hospital room window, making it impossible to guess the time, and the physical sense of time was utterly unreliable. It felt like they had stayed up all night, yet also like only a short while had passed. Judging by the number of used condoms scattered on the floor, though, it clearly hadn’t been brief.
Seon-woo looked up at Seung-hyeon, gasping for breath. His feverish face was drenched in sweat. The shirt Seung-hyeon had worn so neatly at the start was now discarded somewhere, leaving him bare. When their eyes met, Seung-hyeon smiled with a gentle curve of his eyes. It was a strangely kind expression for someone who still had one of Seon-woo’s legs slung over his shoulder, relentlessly thrusting into him.
“Ha…”
A broken moan slipped from Seon-woo’s throat, rough and uneven. As if he’d been waiting for it, Seung-hyeon drove his hips in hard.
A strange sensation coursed through Seon-woo’s body, as though another man’s cock was punching up from his stomach all the way to his throat. It felt like his brain was melting or getting soaked in brine.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Seon-woo arched his back violently, pushing his hips back in desperation. His toes curled tightly where they rested on Seung-hyeon’s shoulder.
It was a brutal orgasm.
But there was no ejaculation.
Startled, Seon-woo glanced down at himself in confusion. The fact that he’d climaxed without coming was disconcerting. Seung-hyeon, frowning slightly, looked equally puzzled. Even after he finished and pulled out slowly, the thick cock that had been buried inside withdrew fully. After a quick wipe-down, Seung-hyeon casually flicked at Seon-woo’s still-rock-hard erection with his fingertip.
“You didn’t come…”
The obscene words, spoken in such a calm voice, sent a shiver down Seon-woo’s spine.
Feigning ignorance, Seung-hyeon continued speaking.
“But you did come, right?”
“N-no, I didn’t.”
Seon-woo forced himself to answer with composure. It was an embarrassing situation to admit. Still, even though he managed to respond somewhat steadily, Seung-hyeon didn’t look convinced.
“You always get a red throat when you come, Director.”
“…”
“But sure, let’s say you didn’t.”
There was no way Seon-woo himself would’ve known about such a tell. Somehow, pretending to let it slide like that felt even more irritating than outright teasing.
When Seon-woo glared at him with a scowl, Seung-hyeon removed the condom from his cock and asked,
“You want to come, don’t you?”
Seung-hyeon tied off the two condoms they’d just used and leaned down between Seon-woo’s legs.
Seon-woo hesitated, then asked,
“…Why?”
After acting like he’d never stop, now this. It felt odd.
Seung-hyeon had never even touched Seon-woo’s cock unless explicitly asked—like he’d developed a taste for making someone climax just from being taken. And now, suddenly lowering his head for fellatio? It was strange.
Granted, at first it had been so intense it felt like he might faint. There were moments the pleasure was so overwhelming it became painful. But Seon-woo’s body was, unfortunately, far too sturdy to pass out, and once the pleasure reached a certain threshold, it no longer hurt.
Which meant he could still take more. Maybe it even felt like it wasn’t enough yet.
Seung-hyeon seemed to notice that Seon-woo’s gaze was still fixed between his legs. He let out a dazed little laugh. His eyes were clouded with heat, but the voice that followed was surprisingly calm.
“I mean… I’m glad, but…”
“We’re out of condoms.”
Seon-woo had to glance around, not quite trusting his ears.
The five boxes of condoms he had scolded Seung-hyeon for bringing—all of them were torn open and empty, scattered across the floor. Only now did he actually register them.
There was no reason for Seung-hyeon to lie about something like this, so it was probably true.
The shock of realizing they’d gone through fifteen condoms was fleeting. What came next was impatience.
To stop just because of something like that—it rubbed him the wrong way.
His hesitation lasted only a moment, but even that moment somehow felt strangely long. Slowly, Seon-woo opened his mouth.
“Just do it.”
This time, Seung-hyeon truly looked taken aback.
Was it that he hadn’t expected Gwak Seon-woo to go this far?
He didn’t respond right away. Instead, Seon-woo pulled him down on top of him.
“W-wait, Director…!”
Though he offered weak resistance, Seung-hyeon let himself be pulled in.
Wearing a faintly annoyed expression, Seon-woo pressed,
“So you’re saying you don’t want to?”
“That’s not it—”
“If you’re worried about making a mess on the sheets, then just—do it inside. Make sure it doesn’t leak—”
“Director, seriously—”
Seung-hyeon cut in, clearly flustered.
In a swift motion, he grabbed Seon-woo’s knees and spread his legs wide. His expression had darkened with something sharp, nearly menacing.
But Seon-woo wasn’t fazed—he knew that wild look was driven purely by overwhelming arousal.
Until now, Seung-hyeon had dutifully changed condoms every time without fail. But this time was different.
Maybe it was just in his head, but the cock that rammed in without warning or preparation felt even heavier, even hotter than before.
The sensation of being forcefully split open made Seon-woo shudder, but a faint, involuntary smile formed on his lips.
Seung-hyeon lowered his head and kissed the top of Seon-woo’s eyelid, right over that smile. All while thrusting with a fierce rhythm, as if declaring he had no intention of backing down.
“Hghk! Ah…!”
The cock plunging so deep tore a fractured moan from his lips.
When his inner walls clenched tightly around it, Seung-hyeon—who had shown no signs of fatigue until now—suddenly paused.
His contorted face looked like he was trying to hold something back.
It wasn’t exhaustion. The expression was far too vivid. He was clearly holding back his release.
Still stubborn about not finishing inside?
Seon-woo clicked his tongue and forced out his words.
“I told you to come inside.”
“Director, if I do that…”
He looked like he wanted to argue.
It was frustrating how Seung-hyeon, who was usually so obedient, only ever got this stubborn at times like this. Was it supposed to be some last shred of conscience?
But what good was that now?
They’d already gone through five boxes of condoms with someone lying there in a hospital gown—trying to hold back his release now wasn’t going to make him look like a man of virtue.
Seon-woo yanked Seung-hyeon toward him by the collar, almost like grabbing him by the scruff.
Then he flipped him over and lightly straddled him.
Seung-hyeon’s slick, soaked cock slipped out with a bounce under the weight shift.
There was no time to lament the loss. With Seung-hyeon’s body between his legs, Seon-woo planted both knees on either side and guided the tip back to his entrance.
Clenching his jaw, he looked down at Seung-hyeon’s face—and without hesitation, sank down onto him.
“Ahh…!”
“—Hhp!”
Seon-woo let out a long moan, while Seung-hyeon swallowed a short gasp.
The change in angle meant the cock was now hitting places it hadn’t reached before.
His body nearly gave out, but Seon-woo forced himself upright again, then began to slowly ride him up and down.
Agony was written plainly all over Seung-hyeon’s face. He was trying desperately to hold back, but there was no way it would last.
Seon-woo had barely bounced his hips a few times before Seung-hyeon clutched him tightly by the waist.
“Ugh—! Hahh… ah!”
Whatever resolve he’d started with had long since vanished. Now, Seung-hyeon was slamming up into him from below, gripping his hips with white knuckles.
His movements were nearly feral, as if he were half out of his mind.
That breathless voice calling out Director, Director over and over sounded like something out of a fever dream.
As Seon-woo tightened and relaxed around him, he could feel that burning-hot cock pulsing vividly inside.
Then Seung-hyeon muttered hazily with a distant look in his eyes—
“Ah… Hyung…”
The hand that reached up to stroke his hair moved on reflex.
Sensing he was close, Seon-woo raised his hips slightly, letting Seung-hyeon’s cock slip almost entirely out, leaving only the tip inside.
Seung-hyeon immediately tried to thrust up again at a different angle, but Seon-woo pressed down on his lower abdomen with his full weight, keeping him from moving freely.
Even so, Seung-hyeon’s ragged breaths didn’t stop as he jerked his hips in frustration.
Gone was any trace of his usual composure—that alone drove Seon-woo even wilder.
Without warning, Seon-woo slammed his hips down.
The cock, barely hanging on at the edge, plunged in to the hilt all at once.
It felt like it was striking the very deepest point inside him. His body clenched down hard on instinct.
His climax was bubbling up fast.
Preparing for the orgasm, Seon-woo grabbed the base of his own cock with one hand—not to stroke it, but to aim it.
He pointed it toward Seung-hyeon’s stomach and face, like targeting a mark.
He wanted to leave a mark on him.
He wanted to spill all over that filthy, broken expression.
Every rational thought had vanished, leaving only that primal, obscene impulse behind.
As if sensing the end, Seung-hyeon dug his fingers deeper into Seon-woo’s waist and rammed his hips upward with desperate force.
The cock buried inside throbbed, trembling uncontrollably—then finally, as if it had hit its limit, a wet heat began to spill from the tip.
Seon-woo felt the warm slickness soak his insides, and deliberately clenched tighter, making sure his inner walls wrapped around every inch.
Gwak Seung-hyeon’s cock writhed as if alive—
And then, with a sharp jerk, he came.
“Ugh…!”
As the scalding semen flooded his insides in several heavy spurts, Seon-woo finally climaxed as well.
A milky-white arc splattered across Seung-hyeon’s stomach and face.
Even while panting, breath ragged and broken, Seon-woo gripped himself tight, stroking from the very base to the tip as if determined to squeeze out every last drop.
Another thick spurt of cum spilled onto Seung-hyeon’s belly.
Seon-woo scooped up some of the fluid pooled near his navel with his hand, then collapsed over him, pressing their lips together.
The kiss was soft but breathless, a mess of heat and hunger.
Seung-hyeon didn’t loosen his arms around Seon-woo’s waist until Seon-woo finally broke the kiss and buried his face against his shoulder—
As if he had no intention of ever letting go.
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