The thick head spread him open inside, and tears fell in heavy drops each time. Because he was already loosened up, it felt like it was pushing even deeper than usual. Shocks of pleasure kept surging through him. Drenched in sensation, Eun-jo panted and clung to him.
“Haa, ah! Please, Jin Mu-seong, hng…!”
At that moment, the cock pushed all the way to the entrance of his colon. He gagged, and his vision went white.
“Hrk…!”
Without realizing it, Eun-jo dug his nails in and dragged them down Jin Mu-seong’s back. He had no idea that only stimulated him even more.
Jin Mu-seong placed both of Eun-jo’s legs over his shoulders. Then he pressed closer until Eun-jo’s body was completely folded in half.
“Hah, ngh! Ah, ah!”
The light pooled over where they were joined. Staring at the swollen ass and the hole struggling to swallow his cock, Jin Mu-seong kept fucking him.
Smack, smack! Violent sounds echoed through the hallway. It was a filthy, ruthless thrusting, like he was using a sex toy with no consideration at all. The head repeatedly forced its way deep into his colon, then pulled back to the entrance again.
The more the cock pounded into him, the farther Eun-jo’s mind drifted. He simply surrendered to the pleasure and screamed like a dog in heat.
“Haaa, ah, ahh! Hng! Ah!”
“You’ve taken my cock so many times already…”
When Jin Mu-seong pushed deep, the entrance of his colon tightened painfully around his shaft. At the almost aching pressure, Jin Mu-seong tilted his head.
“So why won’t this place loosen up? Hmm?”
“Hng, ah, ahh…”
“Will it loosen if I fuck it more? Or should I keep it inside you while you sleep too? Is that it?”
As if trying to break through his lower stomach entirely, Jin Mu-seong’s cock slammed into his colon again and again. The pleasure crossed a line, and Eun-jo threw his head back with a cry.
His mind reeled. Even though a cock was digging into a place it clearly shouldn’t enter, sparks burst before his eyes and his thoughts went blank. He had long since forgotten this was a hallway, and that others were watching.
All that remained was the cock giving him unbearable pleasure.
“More, hng…! I’ll loosen up, ngh… I’ll open up, so—ahh!”
Muttering a curse, Jin Mu-seong lifted Eun-jo into his arms.
“Hngh!”
Something must have been hit, because cum suddenly burst from Eun-jo’s cock. There was almost nothing left to come out, only thin white fluid. Looking down at the cum wetting Eun-jo’s lower stomach, Jin Mu-seong thrust upward.
“Now you’re fucking squirting just from being fucked…”
“Hng, ngh, hng…”
Even through the haze, Eun-jo seemed to realize he had come, because he sniffled through his tears.
“I came, so now… hng, stop…”
“Stop?”
“Yeah, ngh…”
The pleasure was too much. If he was fucked any more, his brain would melt into numbness and leave him stupid. Eun-jo nodded obediently and looked at him.
“Baby, hng… I’m full, hng…”
Instead of answering, Jin Mu-seong kissed along his tear tracks.
“It’s like I’m fucking a kid.”
Watching the sneakers dangling in the air, Jin Mu-seong started walking. As they passed beside the couple, Eun-jo buried his face in embarrassment. In contrast to his actions, his hole clenched tightly around the cock.
Once inside the elevator, Jin Mu-seong set Eun-jo down. As the snake-like cock slid out, his hole fluttered as if reluctant to let it go.
“I’ll stop, so bend over.”
“Hng…”
Completely fooled, Eun-jo grabbed the elevator wall and bent over. He shut his eyes tightly, bracing for the pleasure to come.
Jin Mu-seong let out a soft laugh and wrapped an arm around Eun-jo’s waist. When he pushed his cock between the soft cheeks, the wet, hot inner walls sucked and chewed around him.
“You need to watch properly, baby.”
A large hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. Forced to lift his face, Eun-jo opened his eyes wide.
“Hngh…!”
“Who your husband is.”
Their figures were reflected in the large mirror. Within the mirror was another mirror, and within that, another. Seeing endless reflections of himself being fucked in every panel, Eun-jo’s eyes filled with horror.
“No, hng, here…! Ahh!”
The cock drove in at a speed incomparable to before. The tips of his sneakers lifted, and both of Eun-jo’s cheeks grew wet.
“Ah, ahhh! Haa!”
He felt like he was going to die. Saliva dripped from his parted lips, and Eun-jo’s eyes slowly rolled back. Numbing pleasure spread through his entire body, and his knees buckled. His plump tongue peeked out from between his parted lips.
Jin Mu-seong pressed close enough for their bodies to meet completely. Like a perfectly made lock and key, Eun-jo’s insides gripped his cock tightly.
“Hng…”
He pushed himself deeper, as if he meant to force even his balls in. Then he moved his hips in quick, shallow thrusts. Hot liquid spilled thickly from the tip of his cock.
“Haa, ah…”
Eun-jo’s body trembled violently. Even as he struggled, the way he clenched his ass as if trying not to let the cum spill out was obscenely erotic.
Jin Mu-seong caught Eun-jo as he collapsed. Then he buried his face against the nape of his neck and inhaled deeply. A sweet scent rose from him.
Leaning against him, Eun-jo let out ragged breaths. Crazy bastard, perverted asshole… There were plenty of curses he wanted to say, but he had no strength left.
“Wash me… hide me somewhere… hng… back to bed…”
“Yeah.”
Somehow understanding the intermittent words, Jin Mu-seong nodded. Having tormented Eun-jo to his heart’s content, his voice was now very gentle and kind.
“I will.”
Bastard.
With that final thought, Eun-jo lost consciousness.
Even while holding Eun-jo’s unconscious body, Jin Mu-seong stayed busy. He kissed the nape of his neck and his shoulders, left more kiss marks, and stroked his small hand.
He cupped Eun-jo’s cheek. Pressing his lips to those lovely lips, he smiled crookedly.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Eun-jo didn’t hear it.
***
Only after three nights and four days did Eun-jo finally manage to leave the bed.
His body felt like it was falling apart. His waist creaked as if it had separated from the rest of him, and the inner thighs that had been bitten and sucked ached every time he walked. His ass went without saying.
“He’s not a dog, seriously…”
It had been three nights and four days of nonstop fucking. Not only had their bodies been tangled together day and night, but every time he passed out and woke up, something was always inside him. If Jin Mu-seong hadn’t fed him room service between rounds, he would already have been carried to the hospital and splashed across the main page of every portal site.
[Team A Guide Suffers Laceration. Has Not Emerged for Three Nights and Four Days.]
[Exclusive: A Look Into That Night! Source From Hotel A Says, “We May Need to Replace Every Carpet in the Suite…”]
Thinking of the headlines that could appear on portal sites made Eun-jo’s face flush red. From the bedroom to the terrace, from the living room sofa to the bathroom, there wasn’t a single place they hadn’t rolled around.
“Did we do it here too…?”
While looking around the dressing room, Eun-jo abruptly froze. In that instant, a memory flashed through his mind of himself bent over that wardrobe, sobbing.
“Ah, damn it.”
He scrubbed hard at his reddened face. Jin Mu-seong clinging to him was one thing, but this had been mutual. In every moment he remembered, he had also been desperately clinging to him.
He wished they could just do it moderately, like other couples.
But once they started burning, neither of them knew how to stop. He was sighing as he remembered they had even done it that morning when a low voice seeped in from beyond the closed door.
“I’m as good at dressing you as I am in bed.”
“Wouldn’t it be better for me to dress you?”
After rolling around while eating, rolling around while washing, and rolling around after waking up, Eun-jo had decided he needed to keep Jin Mu-seong away. He had insisted on dressing himself and made Jin Mu-seong stand outside the door.
He’d told him to rest in the living room. Apparently, he’d been standing in front of the door the entire time. Checking that the door was still closed, Eun-jo shouted,
“What… Do you think I’m a child?”
“You’re my child, aren’t you?”
His calm voice came through.
“……”
“I feed you, wash you, and carefully fuck you every night. If you’re not my child, then what are you?”
“That crazy bastard.”
There was no value in talking anymore. Giving up on conversation, Eun-jo headed to the wardrobe.
“Ah!”
Inside the open wardrobe, there were only shorts and short-sleeved shirts. When brightly colored lace lingerie greeted him beneath them, Eun-jo’s face went pale.
It was obvious whose work this was. He had clearly prepared them on purpose so the kiss marks would show as much as possible.
And I thought he was letting me go obediently.
Squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again, Eun-jo rummaged through the wardrobe.
When he came out of the dressing room, Jin Mu-seong was leaning against the bar table. He looked impossibly neat for someone who had been moving nonstop for three nights and four days. A black shirt with two buttons undone, paired with slacks. The outfit revealed his firm body even more blatantly than a suit.
Whose boyfriend is he, looking this good?
Even the gesture of lifting the teacup to his lips was perfect. As Eun-jo looked him up and down, Jin Mu-seong sensed his gaze and laughed.
“Want me to show you more?”
“No thanks.”
Answering bluntly, Eun-jo sat in the chair across from him. It was almost more like collapsing into it. Watching his cheeks puff out, Jin Mu-seong handed him a cup of coffee he had poured.
Eun-jo glared at the coffee before finally lifting the cup. He was probably thinking, The coffee didn’t do anything wrong, as he drank it. This was exactly why Jin Mu-seong kept wanting to tease him.
A large hand touched Eun-jo’s hair.
“How is it? Do you like the clothes?”
The sharply raised eyes immediately turned toward Jin Mu-seong.
“Jin Mu-seong-ssi, why do you get to wear shirts while I always get short-sleeved T-shirts?”
“What’s wrong with short sleeves? They’re pretty.”
“You only give them to me.”
“If I want to dress my own child the way I like, is there a problem?”
“…What?”
Since when did he enter the family register?
As if dumbfounded, Eun-jo glared at him and sipped his coffee.
“If the goal is showing kiss marks, short-sleeved shirts exist too. You chewed me up so much they’d even show in uniform anyway.”
Tilting his head, Eun-jo exposed the line of his neck. When the marks Jin Mu-seong had bitten into the pale skin came into view, Jin Mu-seong’s hand stopped mid-tilt with the teacup.
His gaze landed on each mark. It was heavy and sticky. Remembering when and how he had made each one, and what sounds Eun-jo had made then, Jin Mu-seong slowly lifted the teacup again. Instead of biting into that tender skin, he bit the rim of the cup.
“You told me not to walk around dressed like this.”
When Eun-jo casually lifted his collar, his swollen chest and flat lower stomach were revealed. Feeling himself harden, Jin Mu-seong muttered,
“This really is a patience test.”
“What?”
Slowly closing and opening his eyes, Jin Mu-seong covered the back of Eun-jo’s hand with his own. Then he removed Eun-jo’s hand from his collar.
“You already knew I had terrible tastes.”
“What are you…”
“Fucking a kid is my taste.”
He bent closer. His face was near. Without realizing it, Eun-jo held his breath and widened his eyes.
His heartbeat sounded unbearably loud. Loud enough that he worried it might reach Jin Mu-seong. His lowered eyes, the masculine bridge of his nose, his lips—Eun-jo’s gaze touched every part of him.
At that moment, Jin Mu-seong tilted his head slightly.
“……”
Just as Eun-jo’s lips parted, instead of pressing closer, Jin Mu-seong took Eun-jo’s other hand. Then he brought the teacup Eun-jo had been drinking from to his own lips.
“It’s gone cold.”
Meeting his eyes, Jin Mu-seong smiled crookedly.
“I’ll add hot water. Wait.”
Pulling away without hesitation, he headed to the bar table. While he put water on in the kettle, Eun-jo stayed frozen in the exact position he’d been left in.
Even though they had spent days tangled together, his heart dropped hard.
Eun-jo’s gaze fixed on Jin Mu-seong’s back as he stood at the bar table.
Even when Jin Mu-seong returned, poured hot water into the teacup, and stirred it with a teaspoon, Eun-jo only sat there blankly.
“Jin Mu-seong-ssi.”
“……”
“I think I’ve caught your weird tastes.”
Otherwise, there was no way his heart would be pounding this hard, like a pestle slamming grain. Holding his chest as his cheeks flushed red, Eun-jo looked up at him.
“You’re welcome to them.”
Jin Mu-seong smiled brightly, as if looking at the most lovable thing in the world. This time, instead of pulling the teacup closer, he cupped both of Eun-jo’s cheeks.
His lips settled softly on Eun-jo’s forehead.
Their lips meeting next was already inevitable.
