You have to wake the hostage without letting him realize it’s a dream. If someone suddenly shows up insisting this is a dream, you don’t accept it—you just think they’re weird.
Eyes like a snake’s skimmed over Se-min’s skin. Fine hairs lifted, and goosebumps dotted the flesh that had been smooth just moments before.
He flinched and pretended otherwise, but Se-min was slowly slipping out of Cha-hyeon’s arms. The thick shaft wedged between his cheeks gave a wet squelch as it gradually slid free.
Ah… so that’s the strategy? The thing wearing Seong Cha-hyeon’s skin flashed a sly grin at Cha-hyeon. As a little bonus, he even flicked his gaze toward Se-min, whose arms had somehow crept around his neck.
“Ha.”
Cha-hyeon let out a short, incredulous laugh. Se-min’s shoulders jumped at the sound. The arm around his waist slid lower. Every time skin rasped against skin, a shiver ran through Se-min.
“Se-min, where do you think you’re going?”
He asked even though he knew. But all Se-min showed him was the soft, tousled back of his head; he just swallowed and clamped his mouth shut. The fake in Sung Cha-hyeon’s skin answered with an easy smirk instead.
“Isn’t it obvious? He doesn’t want you anymore.”
“What’s with that grin, fake?”
“Fake? Says the guy whose memory isn’t even intact.”
All expression drained from Cha-hyeon’s face. Staring at the apparition, he looked like a perfectly crafted wax figure.
“……”
“……”
The two identical men watched each other like rivals. Their standoff was cut by the thin thread of Se-min’s voice.
“What… are you even talking about?”
A strange headache flared. Since when…? He couldn’t say—maybe since the moment the man behind him had started to feel wrong, when gooseflesh began to creep over his back.
“A fake,” said Hyung.
“Your memory isn’t intact,” said Cha-hyeon.
To Se-min—who felt like he was listening to a foreign language carefully enunciated—it was nonsense. As if he’d never worn that chilly look, Hyung leaned close with the smile Se-min loved most and whispered.
“It’s nothing. I’ll… take care of everything. You don’t have to worry.”
Ah, Se-min let out a small sound. Is that so? Hyung will take care of it…. The throbbing at his temples seemed to ebb bit by bit. The grimace from the pain gradually smoothed from his face.
Thunk. Cha-hyeon chose that moment to speak.
“Cut the crap. Take care of what? Ji Se-min, snap out of it. Wake up.”
Spoken with the mindset of, He’s already felt something’s off—what else can I do?, the words made Se-min’s shoulders go rigid. The pleasure he’d felt from holding that big cock had already cooled and sunk away.
“Uu, hyuung…”
“Stop it. You’re scaring him.”
Like a dependable guardian, the fake blocked Cha-hyeon and drew Se-min into his side. Se-min flinched but tightened his arms around Hyung’s neck. To Cha-hyeon, the gesture was nothing but a provocation—nothing more, nothing less.
“Scaring him?”
Locking eyes with the apparition, Cha-hyeon clamped both hands on Se-min’s hips.
“Ahk!”
The shaft that had been half out speared back into his inner walls. The sudden jolt tore a cry from Se-min.
“Ah—ahh—ugh—no—mmph!”
A body that had already flared once didn’t take long to ignite again. Independent of the alien wrongness Se-min felt toward Cha-hyeon, the man struck mercilessly at every overly sensitive spot, as if he knew Se-min’s body to the last corner.
“U-ugh—u, Hyung, hyuung… I—I, ngh…”
Even so, he couldn’t shake the sense that he was suddenly having sex with a stranger. Panicking, Se-min clung to the Hyung he knew—the real Hyung—as if begging for help. He was flushed to the roots with arousal, yet because the one invading him felt unfamiliar, it was weird and frightening too.
“Mm. Shh. It’s okay.”
As if reading his mind, Hyung soothed him. Smooch. Soft lips touched Se-min’s temple. Hyung’s gaze, however, stayed pinned to Cha-hyeon.
“I told you—don’t lay a hand on my Guide.”
Biting off each syllable, Cha-hyeon slammed into him. His grip on Se-min’s hips was so fierce that red marks bloomed on the tender skin.
“Augh—mmph—haa—!”
Hyung, for his part, made a show of teasing Se-min’s nipples. At the new, unexpected stimulus, Se-min’s body jolted.
“Hah!”
Worst timing—Cha-hyeon thrust hard, pushing even deeper. It felt like the cock was bulging up beneath his navel.
Then Hyung rolled the nipple between his fingers. He pinched and tugged, then rubbed in wide circles to include the areola, and a strange pleasure started to bloom from his chest as well. Even the hissed “fuck” at Se-min’s ear made his fine hairs prickle.
“Ah—ahh—ugh—mm—…”
Se-min couldn’t collect himself—he didn’t know if it was fear or dizzying bliss. The overload made his brain feel scrambled. A pressure like the urge to pee built in his lower belly.
As if noticing, Hyung’s fingers left the nipple and trailed down along his navel. Even the neat edge of his nails skimming his skin sent ripples of goosebumps.
Cum that hadn’t been released during the dry orgasm bubbled hotly in his belly again. This time he really thought he could come. Instinct told him a thicker, denser climax than ever was about to crash over him.
“Nn—!”
Just then, buried so deep his balls pressed to Se-min’s ass, Cha-hyeon went still. The glans pressed squarely on that tender, hypersensitive spot, and the urge to ejaculate spiked in an instant.
His back bowed in a long arc at the dizzying rush. Cha-hyeon pried Se-min’s stiff arms off Hyung and shoved his cock in with a single thrust.
“—!”
Blindsided, Se-min went white-hot and came. His cock, straining tight toward his navel, spurted.
Even the brutal pull as he withdrew felt like pleasure, and the emptiness inside, clenching down on nothing, was pleasure too. Se-min writhed soundlessly. It felt good—so good he could die.
“…Hii—!”
Still riding the climax, Se-min’s body toppled sideways. Forced into a roll, he found himself on the bed before he knew it. Grabbing the insides of his spread knees, Cha-hyeon mounted him—like a male that had driven off a rival and taken the prize.
“Haa-ugh!”
The gaping mouth of his hole gulped the cock to the hilt again. Skewered like a creature on a spear, Se-min’s hips snapped up. He was still coming, and the renewed stimulation made the urge to pee surge past control.
“Ah—ahh—h…!”
They kept moving, eyes locked, with Cha-hyeon looking somehow unfamiliar—enough to make Se-min’s skin crawl. Fear and pleasure crowded together in his gaze. That alien wrongness only made every nerve more sensitive.
Above all, the need to release from his lower belly pushed at him as if urging a real faux pas. He’d thought squirting during sex was just a porn trope. Panicked that it might actually happen, Se-min started to thrash.
Thoom… The room shook a little harder, but for Se-min—and for Cha-hyeon—it didn’t matter right now.
“Ah—ah! Ahh—wait— I—mm! Hht! Bathroom—ugh!”
“Mm? Do you need to pee, Se-min?”
“No, no! Mmph—!”
But Cha-hyeon only sealed Se-min’s mouth with his own. Muffled moans were swallowed down into him.
Thwack, thwack! Violent sounds—like someone spanking his ass—filled the room. That’s how rough the pace had gotten. As if to break through the tight clench resisting him, he forced the cock in and split him open. Wet pops kept bursting from the inner walls clinging snugly to the man’s shaft.
Tears streamed from the corners of Se-min’s eyes as he scraped curled toes against the sheets and writhed. At this rate he felt like he’d climax again—and also like he’d have an accident. Meanwhile, the kiss smothered his breath.
“Mmph—mm—hff…”
Thankfully, before he passed out, Cha-hyeon lifted his mouth. Once the thing blocking his lips was gone, Se-min shook his head and let out a full-on wail.
“You can let it out.”
“No—I can’t—mm—ha, haa—!”
Despite his refusal, Se-min’s back arched even higher. Warm liquid streamed in spurts from his cock almost at the same moment.
Shhh, shhhhh… With several pulses, wetness spread everywhere around him. Chin tipped up and body rigid from head to toe, Se-min panted with a hint of sobbing and glanced down. Water pooled at his navel, and each time his belly hollowed then rose again, droplets trickled down his skin.
“…Ah—ahh—wh—mm…”
“So you can do that.”
