“……”
Just imagining it made him hard. Even so, instead of going into the bathroom—or pulling himself out right then and there to masturbate while listening at the door—he folded his arms and leaned against the wall, forcing himself to endure.
Well, if Lee Heesoo could calm himself down on his own, that wasn’t a bad outcome either. There was absolutely no need to rush. The urgent matter was the ghost… and once that was dealt with, he’d have plenty of time with Lee Heesoo. He’d been confident from the start, so waiting wasn’t difficult. Even though the swollen erection straining against the inside of his pants was urging him to abandon reason, it was still bearable.
“Ugh…”
Just as he was starting to wonder if he should go in and bring Heesoo out, a small moan drifted from inside.
Swallowing a sigh, he barely managed to suppress the desire boiling inside him.
He wished Heesoo would finish quickly, but the moans continued for quite a while. It was taking far too long for someone who was supposed to be finding release.
He frowned.
He hadn’t taken any drugs, and enough time had already passed. If he still couldn’t settle down, then that ghost bastard really must have done something to him.
Listening to those shamelessly erotic sounds, his cock had already become painfully hard. The quiet, intermittent noises gradually grew wetter.
“Ah… ngh… hng…”
Strangely, the voice sounded less aroused than heartbroken with each passing moment.
Then again, it made sense. Exhausted and injured as he was, trying to relieve himself alone couldn’t have been easy. Someone else’s bathroom wasn’t exactly an ideal place for Heesoo to masturbate, either. The thought that he might be silently struggling all by himself made his chest ache.
In the end, he knocked on the door.
“Hyung. Are you okay?”
A loud crash came from inside.
Startled, he immediately opened the door and rushed in. Thankfully, Heesoo hadn’t fallen. Instead, a bottle of body lotion was rolling around near his feet.
Heesoo’s hand was still wandering through the air, but he’d seen it clearly in that instant. Lee Heesoo had been fingering himself.
He swallowed hard. To stop what little patience he had left from snapping completely, he deliberately pictured his white cat, Snow White, before walking toward Heesoo.
“Hyung.”
“W-wait…”
With tears clinging to the corners of his eyes, Heesoo desperately avoided his gaze.
His face looked as though he wanted to die from embarrassment, yet he didn’t tell him to leave. It seemed he truly couldn’t manage this alone. He’d deliberately stayed away because he was afraid he’d lose control the moment he touched him…
“Hyung. Want me to help?”
Heesoo looked up at the black shadow completely enveloping him. His eyes immediately landed on the blood staining Heesoo’s lips, split open from how hard he’d been biting them. He knelt on the floor without hesitation and smiled, narrowing his eyes.
“You want me to help?”
It was phrased as a question, but he was already certain of the answer. Heesoo gave a small nod.
“…Yeah.”
“Ha…”
He’d thought he could keep holding back. Instead, it felt as though all his reason was about to disappear.
Licking his dry lips, he spread apart Heesoo’s bruised thighs. His most private parts were suddenly exposed, and Heesoo’s face instantly turned scarlet.
Heesoo’s long, straight, pink cock was so smooth it looked as though it belonged on a marble statue rather than a living person.
Did he really have to be this beautiful… even here?
As he stared, Heesoo instinctively tensed his thighs.
“D-don’t look…”
Ignoring the protest, he took Heesoo’s cock into his mouth.
Heesoo’s body jolted violently, the tip striking the roof of his mouth.
Even though the bathroom had been designed spaciously, there wasn’t much room to sit, making the position rather unstable. Supporting Heesoo carefully so he wouldn’t slip or get hurt, he sucked him slowly.
It was his first time ever putting another man’s cock in his mouth. He’d never even imagined he’d find himself in a situation like this.
But it wasn’t bad. No—it was wonderful.
Even if it was his first time, being a man himself gave him an instinctive sense of what would feel good. Every time he gently licked him or sucked harder, Heesoo’s body trembled violently, his face twisting with pleasure.
It was enough to drive him insane.
“Hng… ah… ahh…”
Unable to withstand the constant stimulation, Heesoo twisted his hips. He looked ready to climax at any moment…Yet he couldn’t.
“N-no…”
“Hyung.”
“I-I can’t… come… It doesn’t… feel like I can like this…I tried… from behind… but it still wouldn’t…”
His final words were so quiet they were almost impossible to make out.
Looking utterly mortified, as though he wanted to die, Heesoo explained his predicament before lowering his head.
He’d clearly been overwhelmed with pleasure even before showering. He’d touched himself for a long time without being able to climax, worried because this was the ghost’s doing. He’d even tried fingering himself, hoping to finish somehow…
But he still couldn’t. That wasn’t a good sign.
He frowned.
Surely it didn’t mean he’d only be satisfied if he did it with that filthy ghost…If not…
“Should we… go all the way? Just the two of us?”
“…That’s a little…”
Heesoo answered after swallowing hard.
The fact that he didn’t ask, What are you talking about? suggested he’d already considered the possibility himself.
A grin spread across his face.
“You don’t want to?”
“I’d feel… guilty toward you—ah.”
He took Heesoo’s cock into his mouth again.
If there were some other reason, that might have been one thing. But if it was only because Heesoo felt guilty toward him…Then there was no problem at all.
Guilty? Who was taking the fullest possible advantage of this opportunity if not him?
He rubbed the tip of Heesoo’s glans with his tongue before swallowing him as deeply as he could.
His throat ached from the length pressing against it, but he ignored the discomfort. At the same time, he slid his fingers into the place Heesoo had been loosening himself.
***
Everything was unfamiliar.
The way he looked at him. The warmth of the hands holding him.
Everything.
Yet regardless of their hesitation, the situation continued steadily onward.
Heesoo had already drenched himself generously with lotion, and the inside had relaxed enough to accept a finger with ease.
Still, because his fingers were thicker than Heesoo’s own, the foreign sensation was stronger than when Heesoo had been fingering himself. He squeezed out more lotion from the bottle lying on the floor and worked it inside. The moment two thick fingers began pushing deeper into him, Heesoo’s body convulsed as though struck by electricity.
“Ah!”
The involuntary cry escaped him before he hurriedly clamped a hand over his mouth, his face blazing red. But like pouring water into a cup already filled to the brim, the overflowing pleasure forced moan after moan past his lips anyway. His trembling fingertips pressed helplessly against the smooth bathroom tiles.
“You’ll hurt yourself like that.”
When he whispered gently, Heesoo stared blankly at him.
Only a few dozen minutes ago, the place now being explored by his fingers had been touched and stroked by Kim Taeyoung’s hands—even if it had only been Kim Taeyoung’s ghost.
Not the one person Heesoo had believed would be his only lover for life…Another man. Someone whose face had never been familiar.
It was hard to believe someone else was there now. But every twisted emotion he felt was directed only toward the dead Kim Taeyoung.
When it came to the man before him…He felt no rejection at all.
Devouring his guilt and sense of betrayal, that strange feeling continued growing stronger. He only realized what had been hidden in his own heart after being driven into a corner with nowhere left to run.
He’d gotten out of his car…Yet what appeared before him had been an eerie place devoid of a single sign of life. He’d run and run through empty spaces where not another person could be found, convinced he’d keep running until he died.
Lights turned on as though following him. Sounds came from places where no one stood. Hands suddenly reached out from nowhere…
He’d truly thought he was going to die.Even though he’d once slashed his wrists, swallowed pills, and thrown himself into a reservoir hoping to die…
When death actually stood before him, he had been terrified.
When the ghost of Song Gitae—the very existence he’d denied for so long—appeared and tried to rape him…
When he thought he’d barely escaped, only for the lover he’d desperately wanted to see to appear and wrap his hands around Heesoo’s throat…
Everything had been horrifying.
The man before him was the one who had torn through that nightmare. His presence had been fierce and savage. But precisely because of that, to Heesoo…
He had looked like an angel sent to save him.
In the midst of overwhelming terror and the certainty that he might die, this man had truly rescued him. With him…Heesoo felt safe.
He reached out and rested a hand on the man’s broad shoulder. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the urge to pull him into a fierce embrace.
“Ah…!”
The fragile thread of Heesoo’s thoughts snapped apart.
The instant those fingers rubbed a certain spot inside him, a scream-like moan burst from his lips.
He wasn’t dense enough to miss such an obvious reaction. His fingertips rubbed the same place again.
Pleasure so overwhelming it crushed every lingering doubt swept over Heesoo like a tidal wave. His head spun.
Holding tightly onto the squirming Heesoo amid the searing pleasure, he thrust his fingers rapidly inside.
Two. Then three. Then four.
His large frame came with long, thick fingers. The foreign fullness was intense, but not especially painful.Despite how long it had been—Or perhaps precisely because it had been so long—His inner walls opened as though welcoming him, tightening on their own.
When the lotion melting from Heesoo’s loosened body finally dripped away…He withdrew his hand.
“…Hah.”
“……”
“I guess… we should try putting it in?”
Since he hadn’t received a clear answer, he asked once more. His face burning crimson, Heesoo gave a small nod.
“…Maybe we should…”
“I’m going to take that as a yes.”
Unable to bring himself to answer, Heesoo remained silent. Fortunately, it didn’t seem as though he expected a verbal reply.
After delivering what was essentially a declaration rather than a question, he pulled off the T-shirt he was still wearing. The damp fabric clung to his upper body before peeling away under the force of his rough strength.
Without realizing it, Heesoo stared.
Everything about the man was big.
He stood nearly a head taller than most people. His broad shoulders and thick chest, sturdy as the trunk of an ancient tree, belonged to the sort of physique that couldn’t be achieved through effort alone. Water droplets traced the deep grooves of his muscles, leaving his body slick and glistening.
It was so indecently beautiful that Heesoo couldn’t bear to look directly at him.
Trying to avert his eyes, they instead settled on the intricate tattoo winding around an arm nearly twice the thickness of his own. Noticing where he was looking, the man grinned.
“Maybe next time I’ll tattoo your name instead, hyung.”
“…What?”
Even someone as oblivious as Lee Heesoo could understand an implication that direct.
Rather than explaining further, he simply pulled down the rest of his clothes.
The moment Heesoo saw the thick erection standing beneath those perfectly sculpted abs—abs that looked almost impossible to create even from a mold—he instinctively found himself comparing it to his past experiences, wondering whether something that size could actually fit inside him.
Fortunately, he stopped himself before arriving at a conclusion that would have been unfair to everyone involved…
Still…It was certainly large enough to make even Heesoo entertain thoughts that weren’t like him at all. And it looked undeniably intimidating.
If he hadn’t already been so overwhelmed by arousal, he probably would have run away. But Heesoo was desperate too. The pleasure kept climbing higher and higher without ever giving him release, leaving him in agony.
As Heesoo blinked rapidly, the man smiled as though he understood everything and moved in until their bodies were pressed tightly together.
“Heesoo hyung.”
His voice was sweeter than the heavy scent of body lotion filling the bathroom.
Pressing a kiss to Heesoo’s cheek, he slowly began pushing himself inside. Even after all the careful preparation, even though they couldn’t afford to waste time, the tightness stole his breath.
Heesoo tried desperately to relax, forcing himself to breathe evenly. Despite having just washed, beads of sweat quickly formed across his forehead.
“Ah… ah… ah…”
“Hyung.”
“It hurts… ah… ngh… stop… mmgh…”
Perhaps because Heesoo was far too tight for his size, even his own face tightened slightly. But there wasn’t the slightest sign of him retreating. Without rushing, he patiently stretched Heesoo’s inner walls little by little. At the end of that careful endurance, he finally buried himself completely inside him. Still unable to relax his expression, Heesoo clung to him with trembling hands.
“W-wait… I… ah… hng… it hurts…”
“I’ll move slowly, hyung.”
“No… my back…”
