“Open your mouth.”
Choi Sang-hyuk pressed his cock against Kim Min-seok’s lips. The thick flesh was scorching hot. Kim Min-seok felt overwhelmed by the imposing figure of the muscular man standing before him like a king. Kneeling naked at his feet, Kim Min-seok felt like a slave, yet the humiliation was mixed with an inexplicable thrill.
Kim Min-seok slowly opened his mouth, and Choi Sang-hyuk’s cock slid in.
“Mmph…”
The large cock filled his mouth, making it hard to breathe.
“Suck it properly,” Choi Sang-hyuk commanded in a low voice. Kim Min-seok gripped the base of Choi Sang-hyuk’s cock with both hands and began to move his mouth eagerly. The semi-erect cock quickly hardened and grew.
The sounds of the shower and Kim Min-seok’s sucking filled the air. The situation—naked and on his knees, pleasuring a man—was strangely exhilarating. It was a twisted joy, far from mere humiliation.
Was it the lustful nature of Seo Ha-yoon’s body or his own hidden desires that made this so thrilling?
“Suck harder. That’s it. Use your tongue more.”
Choi Sang-hyuk guided him.
Kim Min-seok did his best to follow the instructions, feeling a sense of satisfaction as Choi Sang-hyuk’s moans of pleasure filled the air. His jaw ached, but he didn’t stop, taking the cock deeper and wrapping his tongue around the shaft.
“Ah… Seo Ha-yoon…” Choi Sang-hyuk moaned softly, his voice laced with pleasure. The usually stoic man’s reaction was surprisingly gratifying. Kim Min-seok pushed himself further, taking the thick head of the cock into his throat.
“Mmph…”
His airway was blocked, but he persisted.
“Ah…”
Choi Sang-hyuk groaned in pleasure and began to thrust his hips, gripping Kim Min-seok’s head with both hands. The large cock moved in and out of his mouth, and Kim Min-seok struggled to keep breathing.
The wet sounds of sucking and thrusting filled the room.
“Mmph… mmph… mmph….”
Saliva dripped from Kim Min-seok’s mouth, making wet, obscene sounds as he moved his head back and forth. Choi Sang-hyuk moved his hips rhythmically, thrusting into Kim Min-seok’s mouth as if it were another orifice to conquer. Kim Min-seok, overwhelmed, reached down to grasp his own erection, finding it fully hard and dripping with precum.
“Ung… mmph….”
He stroked himself in time with the thrusts into his mouth, the sensation overwhelmingly erotic.
The pace quickened, and Kim Min-seok struggled to breathe.
“Fuck, suck harder if you want this to end,” Choi Sang-hyuk growled. It was a demanding request for someone already struggling to breathe, but Kim Min-seok did his best, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard. A low moan escaped Choi Sang-hyuk’s lips.
With a few deep, forceful thrusts, Choi Sang-hyuk suddenly pulled out. Immediately, hot semen spurted onto Kim Min-seok’s face, coating his forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips before dripping down. He shivered, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Ah…” Choi Sang-hyuk sighed in relief, then lifted Kim Min-seok to his feet. Kim Min-seok tried to hide his erection, embarrassed by his arousal.
He had hoped Choi Sang-hyuk might touch him, but he was too shy to ask.
“Turn around and bend over,” Choi Sang-hyuk commanded abruptly.
“But…” Kim Min-seok hesitated, feeling both disappointment and anticipation. Choi Sang-hyuk didn’t wait; he turned Kim Min-seok around and pushed him down until he was bent at a 90-degree angle, hands braced against the wall.
“Choi Sang-hyuk…”
“Spread your ass cheeks. I need to check if Ha Jun-seo fucked you.”
“But…”
“Now,” Choi Sang-hyuk ordered, his voice brooking no argument. Kim Min-seok’s body trembled with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, his erection still prominent.
“Ugh…” Slowly, Kim Min-seok reached back and spread his cheeks, feeling the water from the shower cascade over his exposed flesh. He could only imagine how he looked, bent over and exposed.
“No, stop… Choi Sang-hyuk!” Kim Min-seok cried out as a finger suddenly pushed inside him. His entrance, still tender from the previous day’s activities with Choi Sang-hyuk, yielded easily.
“Ah! Choi Sang-hyuk!”
Choi Sang-hyuk moved his finger inside, exploring the walls, and taunted, “Why is it so loose? Did Ha Jun-seo fuck you?”
“No, it’s not like that… Please don’t say… Ah!” Kim Min-seok’s protest was cut short as another finger entered him. Two thick fingers began to move slowly in and out, making his legs tremble.
“See? You’re taking two fingers easily. Still pretending it’s nothing?”
“That’s because… yesterday… you…”
“Because of what I did yesterday?”
“Yesterday… you did it so much… that’s why…” Kim Min-seok admitted, blushing with embarrassment.
“So, you’re saying you’re loose because of what I did yesterday? Or are you begging for it right now?”
“Ugh… That’s not it…”
“Your ass is begging for it.”
“Ugh… Don’t say that… Ah!” Suddenly, the fingers slipped out.
“Hands on the wall,” Choi Sang-hyuk commanded. Kim Min-seok hesitantly placed his hands on the wall. Choi Sang-hyuk gripped his hips, and before Kim Min-seok could react, the blunt head of Choi Sang-hyuk’s cock pressed against his entrance.
“Ah! You’re too much…”
“You said you were grateful. If you’re grateful, spread your ass.”
“Ugh!” Kim Min-seok braced himself against the wall as Choi Sang-hyuk entered him, deciding never to express gratitude to this man again. But that resolve quickly faded, replaced by moans of pleasure that filled the steamy bathroom as the intense session began.
***
The incessant ringing of the doorbell woke Kim Min-seok from his slumber. He heard the sound but couldn’t muster the energy to open his eyes. His body felt heavy, and his eyelids refused to cooperate. He lay there, helplessly listening to the persistent ringing.
The doorbell showed no sign of stopping. The ringing continued, and when the door remained unanswered, the phone started ringing too. After what felt like an eternity, Kim Min-seok finally managed to open his heavy eyelids.
“Ugh…”
Kim Min-seok groggily pushed himself up, biting back a groan as he clutched his aching waist. His entire lower body felt like it had been shattered. It wasn’t just the pain—after being pounded into oblivion for so long, he was unbearably sore.
“Choi Sang-hyuk…”
Muttering the name with deep resentment, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and forced himself to stand. His thighs trembled violently from exhaustion. The hellish ordeal in the bathroom last night had left his legs utterly useless.
Step by painstaking step, he made his way toward the front door.
Beep—
As soon as the door unlocked, Ha Jun-seo strode in. His face was bright and fresh, showing no signs that he had just been mashing the doorbell like a crazed stalker.
“Good morning—” He paused, scanning Kim Min-seok’s wilted state. “Actually… you look way too exhausted for it to be a good morning.”
His worried eyes examined Kim Min-seok from head to toe.
“Come in…”
Kim Min-seok’s voice was barely above a whisper as he shuffled back to the living room, practically collapsing onto the couch.
“What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
Ha Jun-seo moved closer, pressing the back of his hand against Kim Min-seok’s forehead.
“You don’t have a fever…”
“I just… didn’t sleep well last night. I’m a little drained.”
There was no way in hell he could admit that he was completely wrecked from having sex until dawn.
“Hmm…”
Ha Jun-seo’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. His gaze trailed over Kim Min-seok’s sprawled body, lingering on his swollen, red lips.
“So… Choi Sang-hyuk really did a number on you, huh?”
“…That’s not… I mean, it’s not like that.”
“Oh, come on.” Ha Jun-seo scoffed. “It’s written all over your face. You’re practically screaming, ‘I got fucked so hard last night I can barely breathe.’“
Kim Min-seok didn’t even have the strength to deny it. He simply shut his mouth, choosing silence over futile excuses.
Ha Jun-seo’s lips curled slightly. His eyes held something unreadable—a tinge of mischief, maybe even mild irritation.
