He couldn’t even remember when he had made such a promise.
Just hearing Yu Je-hyun’s voice, Haru had pictured his usual playful smile. But when their eyes met, there wasn’t even a hint of it. His gaze was calm—too calm.
“Huh? Can you feel my cock begging to cum inside you?”
No, it wasn’t calm. It was like the eye of a storm, silent but seething. A large hand covered Haru’s.
“Ahh…”
The pressure was firm, intense—crushing. His insides tensed to the point of trembling.
Yu Je-hyun’s eyes were relentless, tracking every twitch of Haru’s expression. Haru couldn’t run. He could only gasp as Yu Je-hyun suddenly lifted his waist.
His body floated for an instant—then dropped, impaled by the full length of Yu Je-hyun’s cock, hitting so deep it felt like it might reach his throat.
“Wait, just a moment…”
Even as he whimpered, Haru knew he wouldn’t be heard. If he’d known sex would be like this, he would’ve drunk more water beforehand.
His throat was parched from all the crying. His eyes stayed wet, but inside, he was bone-dry—like a field in drought.
That one fierce lift was only the beginning. Yu Je-hyun drove his cock in over and over, wordless and unyielding.
The softened, flushed inner walls still slick from climax clung to him, pulsing tightly around every thrust—as if begging him to go deeper. The cock pulsed inside him with obscene familiarity.
“Ah, Esper Yu Je-hyun…”
Haru’s vision blurred, shaking so violently that each blink felt like clearing away fog only for it to return thicker.
The sounds of their bodies slapping together didn’t seem human. It wasn’t skin meeting skin—it was like wet cloth being pounded against the floor.
“Call my name some more.”
Yu Je-hyun’s voice rasped against his reddened ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe.
Goosebumps shivered down Haru’s neck at that broken, hungry voice. Like an obedient child, he forced his throat to respond.
“Yu Je-hyun… ahh…”
Yu Je-hyun gripped Haru’s waist with both hands, hoisting him up before pulling out. The thick veins scraped along Haru’s sensitive walls, making him shudder uncontrollably.
Without hesitation, the cock that had retreated to the tip slammed back in, all the way to the base.
“Ahh…”
Haru could only tremble, lips parted like a voiceless beast. Even the drool trickling from his mouth was licked up greedily by Yu Je-hyun, who rubbed the head of his cock against the most sensitive spot inside.
The difference between the previous roughness and this targeted stimulation made Haru shake his head side to side, dazed. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead.
His cheeks were flushed red, but his forehead stayed pale. Yu Je-hyun gently brushed the damp strands aside.
When he pressed his lips firmly to Haru’s forehead, the inner flesh twitched—as if trying to seduce him all on its own.
“Do you feel it even from kisses?”
There was laughter in his voice. Haru let his cheek fall weakly against Yu Je-hyun’s shoulder. Even by now, he understood nothing.
He had come so many times, his body was empty. There was no strength left. But unlike him, Yu Je-hyun hadn’t finished yet. His hands kept wandering, caressing every inch.
“Hmm, yes…”
Yu Je-hyun began moving again, slow and coaxing, kneading the soft flesh of Haru’s ass with both hands.
Even as handprints bloomed from the pressure, Haru could only pant, too far gone to form words of protest.
“Haah… You’re even giving me guiding. I feel like I’m in heaven.”
He used to spill guiding energy just from holding hands, but now Haru could control it. Even so, as his mind slipped further from consciousness, the guiding poured out again—sweet and unfiltered—flowing through the tangled mucous membranes, saturating his body.
Thanks to his daily guiding, Yu Je-hyun’s rampage risk index was low—but never zero. Even so, the release brought an almost euphoric sense of freedom.
Yu Je-hyun wrapped his arms around Haru’s torso and gradually sped up his thrusts.
“Hah, ah, it’s getting faster…”
Haru, who had finally let his body match the slower rhythm, was startled. He lifted his head—but Yu Je-hyun sealed his lips with a kiss.
His body was jolting up and down too violently to deepen the kiss. Their tongues couldn’t even meet. Instead, Yu Je-hyun devoured his lips, smearing kisses along his cheek and jaw.
All the while, that hot, club-like cock ravaged his insides without restraint.
Haru’s own cock, only half-hard, dangled uselessly, bouncing in rhythm with Yu Je-hyun’s movements.
Yu Je-hyun laughed at the sight—but Haru couldn’t hear it clearly through the roar of sensation overwhelming him.
His legs had gone limp. If Yu Je-hyun wasn’t supporting his waist, he would’ve collapsed long ago. Realizing this might never end, Haru instinctively clenched his abdomen.
“Ugh…”
He was already at his limit. The pressure of Yu Je-hyun’s thrusts against his overworked flesh—already irritated by friction and pubic hair—sent Haru spiraling.
“It’s hot…”
It felt like his guts were boiling. The sheer volume of semen made his toes curl in disbelief—was he really not pissing himself?
From the tip of his not-quite-hard cock, something leaked out. It wasn’t cum. It wasn’t even pre-cum. It was something else entirely—some instinctive residue left behind after being utterly ruined.
Yu Je-hyun moved his cock slowly, as if spreading his semen deeper inside, then gently laid Haru’s limp body onto the bed.
“Hah…”
A groan escaped as his back sank into the soft blanket. His body trembled faintly, still reacting to the strange, uncontrollable release that had come the moment Yu Je-hyun climaxed.
Haru tried to lift himself by forcing strength into his legs. One foot was bare—when had he lost the sock?—while the other still had a crumpled sock clinging awkwardly to his toes.
“Are you really that worn out after just one round…?”
His eyes were glazed over, unfocused. There was no doubt he was completely drained. Yu Je-hyun slowly pulled out and stroked his own cock with one hand.
With each stroke, thick semen clung to the veined shaft and dripped down into the dense patch of pubic hair.
Haru had always known his stamina wasn’t great, but the thought still made him feel a twinge of regret.
For Yu Je-hyun, this had been his first time having sex with someone he loved. In the past, when he was younger, he’d believed love and sex were two separate things.
But now he realized—he had only thought that because he’d never been in love.
If he followed his instincts, he would have thrust back in without hesitation. But if Haru got scared and said he never wanted to have sex again, that would be a disaster.
That was why Yu Je-hyun was unusually careful with him.
“I’m tired…”
Just saying that much left Haru out of breath. He lay there, panting, his chest rising and falling with every strained inhale.
Despite Yu Je-hyun’s concern, Haru was basking in the afterglow of that intense, storm-like sex.
He had no other experiences to compare it to, but he doubted anyone felt this much from just the first time. It had been that overwhelming—that good.
Still, his throat was unbearably dry. Maybe from all the crying. Even with his eyes wide open, the world looked narrow, as if blurred at the edges.
The memory of his thirst came rushing back, and all he could think of was how badly he wanted water.
“If I drink some water, I think I’ll be okay…”
“Water? Okay, just wait a sec.”
Yu Je-hyun had braced himself to hear Haru say he didn’t want to do this again. So the simple request for water made him spring to his feet without hesitation.
Haru’s eyes followed him, still flushed with heat.
Even his butt is firm…
His gaze naturally dropped to Yu Je-hyun’s backside—round and lifted like he did hip thrusts every day. It looked strong. Solid. So unlike Haru’s own soft ass.
That broad, inverted triangle of muscle was a silhouette any man would envy.
Yu Je-hyun’s figure disappeared into the next room. Even though it was just a hotel, the bedroom and living area were separate, and the sudden silence pressed in like a weight.
The stillness was eerie without even the sound of footsteps. As his own ragged breathing filled the space, Haru forced some strength into his limbs, trying to sit up.
“Why are you up? Just lie down.”
As soon as Haru managed to lift his hips a little, Yu Je-hyun returned—two water bottles in hand. Haru’s eyes darted between the bottles and the cock between Yu Je-hyun’s legs.
It’s bigger than the bottle… How did that even fit inside me?
He felt a renewed awe at the mystery of the human body. The cold silence from earlier vanished the moment Yu Je-hyun reappeared.
“One was in the fridge and the other’s room temp. Which one do you want?”
Yu Je-hyun shook both bottles in front of him. Without a second thought, Haru reached for the one slick with condensation.
“The cold one.”
The chill soaked into his palm immediately. He swallowed once, then twisted the cap and began to drink.
