Heesoo shook his head frantically. The pleasure striking him from both front and back had gone far beyond what he could bear. His body below greedily swallowed the man, tightening over and over as waves of bliss spread through every inch of him. It took only moments before he spilled his release over the man’s firm hand.
“Ah… hngh, hyung…”
A low groan sounded above his head. Bringing their long bout of penetration to an end, the man emptied himself deep inside Heesoo. The overwhelming sensation flooding through him from both front and back drew a quiet moan from Heesoo as his body went limp. He was so exhausted now that he didn’t even have the strength to twitch a finger. Yet at the same time, when the man’s cock slipped free from inside him, where he had been stretched so wide, he couldn’t help feeling a strange sense of regret.
“You’re adorable, hyung.”
“What are you talking about…”
The first time they’d touched each other, he’d been too embarrassed to make even the slightest sound. Now, after crying out again and again, his voice was completely hoarse. Watching Lee Heesoo tremble all over, the man laughed. After kissing the corner of Heesoo’s glaring eyes, he began roaming over his body.
His lips, tongue, and hands meticulously licked, rubbed, and bit at Heesoo’s skin. After covering him with so many fresh bite marks that they nearly hid every bruise already there, the man moved upward toward his chest. He licked Heesoo’s stiff nipple, kneaded his lean chest, and before long was rubbing his fully hard cock against Heesoo’s thigh once more.
Young people really did have endless stamina… Though saying that hardly seemed fair, considering Heesoo himself was hard again as well. The consciousness that had felt ready to snap only moments ago suddenly surged back with energy, as though he’d taken a stimulant. He was genuinely exhausted and worn out, yet his lower body responded with brutal honesty in the face of pleasure. It was absurd, but strangely, he didn’t even want to push the man away. Even knowing full well that if this continued, he wouldn’t be able to go to work tomorrow either.
Was sex always like this?
He couldn’t really remember. The last time he’d had sex was a year ago.
Back then, his fights with Kim Taeyoung had become more and more frequent, and every time they slept together, it had been with a constant sense of anxiety and unease hanging over him. Taeyoung had always pushed him relentlessly. His body, conditioned by Taeyoung, had always responded with pleasure so intense it nearly drove him mad, but there had also been times when he wanted to avoid it.
Because he was afraid. Because he hated it.
No…
Heesoo denied the thought as it surfaced again and again. Thinking something like that now would be unfair—to both Taeyoung and the man before him. Blinking, Heesoo looked at the man.
“…!”
His breath nearly stopped.
Behind the man—
Floating in empty air where nothing should have been was a face both achingly familiar and strangely unfamiliar, glaring straight at him.
Kim Taeyoung.
His face was deathly pale, but his blazing eyes were filled with murderous fury, as though he wanted to tear the two of them apart with his bare hands.
“…Taeyoung.”
Heesoo tried to say his name again, but the words broke apart. The man’s powerful hand had clamped down on his shoulder.
Shaking violently, Heesoo called out to him.
“T-Taeyoung is…”
“And why would Mr. Kim Taeyoung be here?”
Only then, at the unbearably cold voice, did Heesoo realize what he’d done.
No matter that Kim Taeyoung had once been his lover, Heesoo had just slept with someone else. But there was nothing he could do now that the words had already left his mouth. As if trying to explain himself, Heesoo glanced behind the man and pointed with trembling fingers.
“Taeyoung is… over there…”
He was there.
The last words scattered away uselessly. There was nothing where Heesoo pointed.
Awkwardly lowering his hand, Heesoo watched as the man stared at the empty space for a long moment before finally turning back.
“Lee Heesoo.”
The instant he heard that low, ominous voice, Heesoo shivered.
He’d felt it even when they’d only spoken through NateOn, but when the man called him by name, he was frighteningly unlike someone who went by the nickname Snow White. Having discarded the smile he always wore and replaced it with an icy expressionless face only made him seem even more intimidating. If they’d met like this on the street, Heesoo probably would’ve pretended not to see him and run away.
And yet…What he felt now wasn’t fear.
“Don’t call me that…”
A deep crease formed between the man’s brows as if he were forcing himself to remain patient. Looking pitiful, Heesoo reached out and held onto him.
Even though he knew he shouldn’t, Heesoo couldn’t stop himself from thinking about what he’d had with Taeyoung.
Kim Taeyoung had been everything to Lee Heesoo.
When Heesoo was twenty, his family had disowned him and cut off all support. Taeyoung had been the one who helped him. It wasn’t just financial support—Taeyoung had taken care of every aspect of his life with painstaking devotion. He’d been Heesoo’s lover, but also his family and his guardian. The only reason Heesoo, left all alone, hadn’t been crushed by the hardships of the world was because of Kim Taeyoung.
Kim Taeyoung had been the perfect lover in every way except one.
He was terribly jealous.
He was always anxious, always suspicious. Whenever that happened, Heesoo would end whatever new relationship he’d made, say whatever filthy words Taeyoung wanted to hear in bed, abandon countless other choices, and always apologize first.
If only it had ended with just their relationship.
Lee Heesoo spent almost all of his time with Kim Taeyoung, and before he knew it, making sacrifices for Taeyoung had become the very way he lived. He had always lived holding his breath, believing he was content with that.
But looking at the man before him overturned everything he’d believed until now.
No matter how frustratingly stubborn Heesoo acted, the man approached him without hesitation. During all the time Heesoo thought he had to endure everything alone, this man had been beside him. Everything that had happened until now, he treated as though none of it were any great hardship—so casually, yet so gently…
So perhaps…Perhaps this time, too…He would forgive Heesoo’s mistake.
“I’m sorry.”
Just those few words.
The man let out a short laugh, as though he couldn’t help himself.
“All right. Just don’t do it again next time.”
The way he spoke as though there would naturally be a next time left Heesoo speechless. Before he could respond, the man reached toward him.
The large hand thrust toward him would probably have looked threatening to anyone else, but Heesoo felt no particular fear. Wondering what he was doing, Heesoo simply stared as the man lifted him up. His body rose with his back turned toward the man.
“What are you— Ah!”
Before he could finish asking, the man drove himself straight inside him.
The movement was so rough it bordered on violent, making Heesoo’s body jolt as though he’d been pierced clean through. When Heesoo instinctively tried to flee, the man held him tightly. Gripping his slender waist with thick hands, he thrust into him over and over again.
“Ah— ahh, ah!”
“But… huff… are you really sure you saw him?”
“Hngh… but I definitely…”
Still arguing, Heesoo found himself pulled tightly against the man’s body as another forceful thrust drove deep inside him.
The penetration was so deep it stole his breath. His body, already acutely aware of the man inside him, focused entirely on the place where they were joined, his inner walls tightening around him. Letting out a low groan, the man gently pressed against Heesoo’s lower abdomen.
“Ah… ngh… aaah…”
He already felt unbearably full, and with the added pressure of the man’s hand, he almost feared something inside him would break from how completely filled he was. Even so, the man continued driving into him without pause. Barely able to think, Heesoo could do nothing but moan.
“Then show him, hyung.”
“W-What…”
“Tell Kim Taeyoung to take a good look.”
Though he’d denied that Kim Taeyoung was there, he now spoke as though Taeyoung were standing right in front of them.
His lips bit into Heesoo’s neck. The very spot where the marks from Kim Taeyoung strangling him still remained.
Heesoo flinched from the pain, yet the soft, thoroughly opened place below continued greedily accepting the man’s cock, tightening around it again and again.
“Ah— ahh! W-Wait, ah! Aaah!”
“Tell him to watch carefully… and let go of his lingering attachment.”
The faint resistance inside Heesoo dissolved like foam beneath the relentless waves of pleasure crashing over him.
He rested a hand against the man’s thigh, hard as stone. If he’d truly decided to push him away, perhaps the man would have yielded without resisting.
Instead, his fingertips only clung tighter, unwilling to let go.
Once again, he never pushed the man away.
