“Does it feel that good?”
Choi Sang-hyuk asked, his voice tinged with excitement.
“Ah… yes. It feels so good….”
Seo Ha-yoon replied, lost in sensation.
“Fuck, Seo Ha-yoon. I’m barely holding back….”
Choi Sang-hyuk growled softly and suddenly withdrew his fingers from deep inside.
“Ah…..?”
Seo Ha-yoon looked down, disappointment in his eyes. But it was brief. Choi Sang-hyuk climbed between his spread legs, gripping his fully erect, large cock. He pressed it against Seo Ha-yoon’s entrance.
“Ah….!”
Seo Ha-yoon felt a wave of pleasure just from the hot, blunt tip touching him.
“Quickly… please, quickly.”
Seo Ha-yoon urged.
“You’re begging for it now?”
Choi Sang-hyuk muttered, grabbing Seo Ha-yoon’s thighs and spreading them wide, pinning them down. He began to push inside.
“Ah!”
The penetration was intense, the thickness and hardness more than he remembered. It felt like a massive iron rod was piercing him, stirring a brief fear of being torn or damaged. But that fear quickly dissipated as his body eagerly accepted Choi Sang-hyuk’s slow, deliberate entry.
“Fuck, you sure you haven’t been with someone else? Why are you taking it so well?”
Choi Sang-hyuk said, watching his length disappear inside Seo Ha-yoon.
“Ah… don’t say that…. There’s been no one else.”
Seo Ha-yoon shook his head in denial, but his body betrayed him, expertly enveloping the large intrusion. Soon, the long, thick cock fit perfectly inside him.
“Ah….”
A strange pleasure and thrill washed over Seo Ha-yoon as he fully took Choi Sang-hyuk in. Even though Choi Sang-hyuk hadn’t moved yet, Seo Ha-yoon’s hips began to twitch, seeking more pleasure.
“Stop moving your hips and tell me who you’ve been with. How else could you take it so well after three months?”
“No, no one.”
Seo Ha-yoon shook his head in denial.
“Please, move faster.”
Seo Ha-yoon begged, but Choi Sang-hyuk’s expression hardened.
“I won’t move until you tell the truth.”
Choi Sang-hyuk spoke firmly. Seo Ha-yoon looked up at him with resentment, hesitating briefly before confessing honestly.
“Alone….”
“Alone what?”
“I masturbated… with my fingers, thinking of your cock.”
Seo Ha-yoon confessed, overcome with embarrassment, covering his face with both hands.
“Making me say such things, you’re so mean.”
Suddenly, the grip on his thighs tightened. The next moment, the deeply embedded cock withdrew completely.
Thud!
The cock that had pulled out thrust back in, hitting the pleasure spot perfectly. Stars danced before Seo Ha-yoon’s eyes.
“…Ah!”
Before Seo Ha-yoon could finish his moan, Choi Sang-hyuk began to move his hips wildly. Using semen as lubricant, he thrust in and out, the wet sounds echoing from behind.
“Ah! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Moans filled the air. The precise movements hitting his pleasure spot drove Seo Ha-yoon to the brink of insanity.
“Ah, ah, ah! No! Too much! Too much! Ah, I’m dying. I’m dying….”
Seo Ha-yoon was overwhelmed by pleasure bordering on pain. But Choi Sang-hyuk was relentless.
“That’s right. I’ll make you die today. You won’t even be able to walk.”
Choi Sang-hyuk declared. Seo Ha-yoon trembled, sensing the truth in his words. Fear mixed with anticipation.
***
Gulp.
Seo Ha-yoon struggled to swallow water and collapsed back onto the pillow. Choi Sang-hyuk finished the remaining water from the bottle he had been holding to Seo Ha-yoon’s lips.
“You’re so mean….”
Seo Ha-yoon muttered weakly, glaring at Choi Sang-hyuk.
“You cried from pleasure. Instead of thanking me, you complain.”
Choi Sang-hyuk snorted, pulling Seo Ha-yoon into his arms as he lay down.
Seo Ha-yoon’s body, resting on Choi Sang-hyuk’s arm, trembled intermittently. He had exhausted all his energy. His legs, spread wide for so long, and his rear, which had taken Choi Sang-hyuk, were almost numb.
Choi Sang-hyuk was stubborn in strange ways. He never made empty promises. His vow to make Seo Ha-yoon crawl was sincere, and he kept his word. Seo Ha-yoon endured nearly five hours. They alternated between missionary and doggy style, later trying scissoring, cowgirl, and other positions Seo Ha-yoon had never heard of. The problem was, Seo Ha-yoon’s body couldn’t keep up with Choi Sang-hyuk’s relentless pace.
Despite changing positions, their bodies fit together perfectly, each time feeling like heaven.
Later, wanting a break, Seo Ha-yoon offered to be on top, but ended up being overwhelmed, crying from the intense pleasure.
“You’re too good at sex, Sang-hyuk. You must have been a real playboy,” Seo Ha-yoon pouted. Such skill couldn’t have come from nowhere; it must have been honed through experience. Seo Ha-yoon felt a pang of jealousy, having only been with two people, while Choi Sang-hyuk likely had many partners.
“You’re one to talk. Not everyone can move their hips like that and take it so well,” Choi Sang-hyuk retorted. Seo Ha-yoon couldn’t argue. Choi Sang-hyuk chuckled and gently tugged at Seo Ha-yoon’s protruding lip. Seo Ha-yoon playfully slapped Choi Sang-hyuk’s arm in retaliation, though it was more of a gentle tap due to his exhaustion.
“We’re just compatible,” Choi Sang-hyuk said, stroking Seo Ha-yoon’s hair.
“Compatible?” Seo Ha-yoon asked casually, realizing how comfortable he had become with Choi Sang-hyuk.
“Yes, compatible,” Choi Sang-hyuk replied with a hint of a smile, a rare sight that quickly vanished.
They lay in silence, caressing each other, enjoying the lazy intimacy. It was hard to believe they had been apart for three months. The phrase “making love through sex” now made sense to Seo Ha-yoon; he felt closer to Choi Sang-hyuk, more affectionate.
“Sang-hyuk,” Seo Ha-yoon called softly.
“If you have the energy to talk, maybe we can go another round,” Choi Sang-hyuk teased. Seo Ha-yoon quickly shook his head, and Choi Sang-hyuk pinched his nose playfully.
“Stop joking,” Seo Ha-yoon said, snuggling deeper into Choi Sang-hyuk’s embrace, holding his muscular chest tightly. After a moment, he asked, “Did we go to Okinawa together?”
“You remember that?” Choi Sang-hyuk asked.
“Yes, and other things too. At first, they were just fragments in dreams, but now I remember bits and pieces randomly. Still, they’re just fragments…. So, did we go to Okinawa? I remember being so excited packing for the trip.”
“We didn’t go. Something urgent came up at work,” Choi Sang-hyuk replied, his expression tightening slightly.
“Ah….”
Seo Ha-yoon sighed in disappointment. In his dream, he had been thrilled about the trip. He could imagine how crushed he must have been when it fell through.
“I must have thrown quite a fit,” Seo Ha-yoon said. Choi Sang-hyuk chuckled softly.
“It was quite the spectacle,” he replied.
Though brief, the words hinted at the magnitude of the tantrum.
“…Should we go? To Okinawa?” Choi Sang-hyuk suddenly asked. Seo Ha-yoon’s eyes lit up.
“Really?”
“I don’t make empty promises.”
“But… you have so much work. Last time, it fell through because of that.”
Seo Ha-yoon didn’t want to get his hopes up only to be disappointed again.
Choi Sang-hyuk thought for a moment, gently tracing Seo Ha-yoon’s beauty mark with his fingertip before speaking.
“Work… I do tend to overload myself. I need to start delegating less important tasks and be more selective about what I take on.”
“You’re going to cut back on work?” Seo Ha-yoon asked, surprised. Choi Sang-hyuk, as far as he remembered, was always consumed by work, from early morning to late at night, barely taking breaks except for meals, showers, and sex. He was the epitome of a workaholic.
“Is it because of me?” Seo Ha-yoon asked.
“Yes,” Choi Sang-hyuk admitted.
