“Ugh, aaah, ngh…”
Even as Yu Je-hyun drove into him without mercy, Lee Haru’s inner walls clung tightly to his cock, soft yet unyielding. The squeak of the recently replaced bed springs pierced the air, grating against his ears. No matter how high-end or custom-made, a few rounds of sex were enough to destroy the springs.
With his legs trembling, Lee Haru wrapped them around Yu Je-hyun’s waist, already resigned to the thought: This bed’s done for by tomorrow, too.
“You’ve got time to think about something else?”
He hadn’t even drifted for a full minute. Yet Yu Je-hyun, as if sensing it through instinct alone, noticed the moment Haru’s thoughts slipped away.
His thrusts, already fast, grew even more intense.
“I won’t… ngh, I won’t think about anything else…”
It felt like his insides were being pounded with a blunt weapon, but Lee Haru didn’t push him away. Instead, he pulled him closer. Even if none of this was his fault, he still felt guilty toward Yu Je-hyun. After all, he had disappeared before—more than once.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d stirred up some buried trauma in Yu Je-hyun’s subconscious. The guilt gnawed at him.
All he could do was hold him tighter, as if his body could somehow make up for it.
When the blunt tip of Yu Je-hyun’s cock struck a certain spot inside him, Haru’s body jolted.
Feeling a splash hit his abs, Yu Je-hyun instantly knew Haru had come—but he didn’t let up, not even for a moment.
“Ah, ngh, ahh…!”
Normally, Haru would’ve begged to pause, even briefly. Instead, he just pressed his sweat-soaked forehead to Yu Je-hyun’s solid shoulder.
His cock, slick with cum, dragged his own release with it every time it pulled out, only to plunge in and smear it even deeper. The more he thrust, the more thoroughly Haru’s insides were coated.
Wet, lewd noises layered over the creaking springs, echoing obscenely around them.
The moment Haru dragged his heel down Yu Je-hyun’s lower back—
“Agh…!”
The tip slammed into a place it had never touched before. Somewhere nothing had ever entered.
His toes curled violently as the unexpected intrusion shot through him.
Before his stiffened calves could even relax, Yu Je-hyun began deliberately slamming into that very spot.
“Not there, ngh, wait…”
Haru finally pleaded. His eyes squeezed shut, but his vision still burst white. The sensation was overwhelming—his mind completely blank.
It felt like if this kept going, there’d be no way to return to who he was before.
His nails dragged down Yu Je-hyun’s broad back, a desperate effort to slow him down.
He didn’t mean to hurt him—he knew no matter how hard he scratched, there’d be no trace on that smooth skin.
It was survival instinct, pure and simple.
His entire being was consumed by the cock spearing into his guts. It wasn’t pain—but the sensation was so intense it blurred the line. His drenched inner walls convulsed on their own, clinging and pulsating wildly.
“Haa… Haru, you’re gonna tear my cock off.”
Groaning at the insane tightness, Yu Je-hyun paused briefly, brushing back his sweat-soaked black hair. Haru looked up at him, eyes dazed and glassy.
Tears that had been clinging to the corners of his eyes finally slid down his temples.
“Don’t… rub there anymore… ngh… not that place…”
Haru, sensing that Yu Je-hyun had regained some self-control, weakly shook his head. Yu Je-hyun let out a low, rumbling laugh, and Haru’s body trembled from the vibration.
“Ah, aaah…”
But it had only been a fleeting pause. Yu Je-hyun slammed his hips forward again, even harder than before.
The relentless pounding of that sensitive spot made fresh tears spring to Haru’s eyes.
He couldn’t even form words anymore—only moans spilled from his lips. Yu Je-hyun lowered his head, swallowing even those sounds in a deep, messy kiss.
Their bodies foamed white at the connection point. Haru’s cum trickled from his perineum and pooled around where they were joined.
The wet, sticky sounds grew louder and louder. Yu Je-hyun rehooked Haru’s limp arms around his neck.
When he kissed Haru’s tear-soaked cheek, Haru’s trembling arms weakly tensed in return.
As Yu Je-hyun began thrusting again, it wasn’t long before Haru came once more, spilling across his partner’s abs.
Even mid-orgasm, Yu Je-hyun kept pounding into him, making Haru’s hips jerk on their own.
His belly, now streaked with cum, rubbed messily between them, smearing white everywhere.
The electric sensation made his toes curl tightly. It felt like every inch of his inner walls had become hypersensitive.
Each time Yu Je-hyun pulled out and thrust back in, it was like fireworks exploded in Haru’s brain.
He had already come several times, but the relentless stimulation made his body heat up again. His cock twitched helplessly.
“Ngh, just… wait a sec…”
Haru’s legs squirmed weakly. But in truth, all he managed was to gently stroke Yu Je-hyun’s sharply defined back muscles with his limp calves, like a caress.
Instead of stopping, Yu Je-hyun reached up and tugged at Haru’s idle nipple.
“Ahk!”
When Yu Je-hyun’s hand slid up to cup his chest, Lee Haru arched into the bed, shivering. He didn’t think he had a single drop of cum left, yet every nerve in his body was still strung tight, pulsing with overstimulation.
Yu Je-hyun bared his teeth and bit down on Haru’s nipple, grinding it between them. The sharp jolt of pain left no time to process before his tongue wrapped around the swollen nub, warm and soft, soothing the sting.
“No—seriously, just give me a second…”
A strange urge suddenly welled up inside him, and he didn’t know why. Face flushed bright red, Haru pressed his cheek against Yu Je-hyun’s.
He was about to ask to be taken to the bathroom.
But before he could get the words out, Yu Je-hyun, perhaps sensing that Haru was close to his limit, shoved his cock back into the spot he’d been torturing all night.
The thick shaft pushed into that tight space, and Haru’s eyes flew open as his body seized up in a violent spasm. Just as a wave of relief washed over him, heat bloomed deep in his gut all over again.
“Haa… Haru, did you just come again?”
“Nngh… ah…”
Yu Je-hyun’s teasing didn’t even register. Haru just gasped, eyes half-lidded, barely breathing. The sensation was wetter than when he’d actually ejaculated, and it made tears spill from his eyes.
Only after Haru’s face twisted in shame and distress did Yu Je-hyun finally gather him up in his arms.
“I was trying… to ask for the bathroom… ngh…”
The lump in his throat made it impossible to finish. Even so, Haru clung to him instinctively, afraid of being dropped. That warmth, so desperate to stay close, sparked a flicker—just the smallest flicker—of guilt in Yu Je-hyun.
“Sorry for teasing. You’re not seriously thinking that was piss, are you? You just came because it felt that good. Nothing to be embarrassed about—it’s probably going to happen again.”
Haru’s hole clenched reflexively at those half-reassuring, half-mocking words. “Ugh,” Yu Je-hyun groaned into his ear, low and rough, then started walking toward another room.
Technically, it was just the guest room. But the blankets on the bed they’d just left were soaked from what Haru had released.
“I can’t… anymore…”
Haru had thought they were heading to the bathroom, so when he realized they were moving to another bed instead, he whispered with a voice barely above a breath, completely drained.
After expelling whatever that was, his strength had plummeted. He wasn’t yet used to using his powers, and the repeated teleportation had exhausted him. On top of that, the earlier shock from being transported somewhere unexpected had pushed his limits.
It made sense that his body would give out earlier than usual.
“But I’ve only come twice.”
Yu Je-hyun looked down at Haru’s face with a hint of regret, wondering if the whining was just dramatics—but Haru’s eyes were already closing.
With no other choice, Yu Je-hyun lay down on the bed with Haru still in his arms. He pulled the soft, clean blankets over their bare bodies, and Haru immediately curled up against him like a koala.
“I’m sleepy…”
“Phew… guess it can’t be helped. It’s not like today’s the last time.”
Yu Je-hyun decided then and there to take a day off tomorrow. Since the former Association President had been arrested, days off had been nothing more than fiction to him.
But tomorrow, at least, he needed to stay close. His heart was still pounding, and he didn’t think it would settle unless he had Haru beside him.
He felt a little bad for Kang Min, but told himself the guy would understand once he heard what had happened between them.
“Alright, I swear I won’t touch you anymore. Sleep well.”
At that, Haru’s brows twitched slightly. Then pull out first, he wanted to say.
But even that thought rolled lazily in his head. Before he could get a word out, the tide of sleep dragged him under.
The hand gently patting his back, the warm breath brushing over his forehead and cheeks—it all felt so soft, like down feathers. So different from the overwhelming intensity from earlier.
“Haru, I love you.”
That confession slipped in faintly, just as his consciousness faded. Haru’s lips moved slightly.
“Me too…”
As if Yu Je-hyun heard the murmured reply, his body gave a small shiver beneath him. A peaceful smile spread across Haru’s lips—so tender and content, it could’ve made anyone watching smile too.
[End of Side Story 2]
