With his knees pulled up tightly to his chest, Go Hoon’s upper body curled into a compact ball. In that position, Bae Jung-yoon looked intent on using every last drop of lubricant, slathering it generously between Go Hoon’s thighs and over his own stiffened cock.
Go Hoon let out a sharp breath. The sudden movement triggered a tremor deep inside him. The cold, viscous gel slipping into him sent a shiver straight down his spine.
Staring at Go Hoon, Bae Jung-yoon’s expression showed no hint of exhaustion—only gleaming anticipation. A chill ran through Go Hoon. This guy’s seriously gone off the deep end, he realized, the thought flashing like a warning across his mind.
“…Stop it.”
He pushed Bae Jung-yoon away with a sluggish arm, heavy and weak. The man clung to him like someone in heat. But his strength wasn’t enough. Bae Jung-yoon aligned their bodies again, and the thick cock slid in, cutting through him with force.
“Hah… you bastard…”
Go Hoon grimaced. Though his back was tense, his lower body had gone limp, almost slack, taking in the invasion without resistance.
The massive shaft buried itself fully, forcing excess gel to spill out. The clear liquid seeped from his reddened entrance and trickled down, and in that cramped position, Go Hoon had no choice but to face it directly. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“Open your eyes, Hoon. Don’t look away from me.”
The voice came from above, firm and commanding. As Go Hoon shook his head, a wet sensation spread across his open thighs. Soft kisses fell one after another on his trembling legs.
“Hoon, look at me. Okay? Be a good boy.”
Bae Jung-yoon called to him in a gentler tone than before. For some reason, hearing his name repeated like that stirred resentment in Go Hoon’s chest.
He forced open his swollen eyelids. They were so puffy he could barely lift them. The bruised, raw skin around his eyes burned with a sharp sting.
Dark eyes locked onto his. Without breaking that gaze, Bae Jung-yoon thrust down sharply. The shift in angle intensified the pressure, forcing a jolt through Go Hoon’s core.
“Ah!”
He bit down on his lip hard. Bae Jung-yoon’s pace grew more relentless. The thick shaft stirred his insides, sending delicate tremors through his lower half like an aftershock.
“Ugh, ah… it feels like it’s ripping…”
Go Hoon twisted his shoulders, a grimace etched deep into his face. His rigid frame was forcibly held down, the position leaving him contorted and aching. He clutched Bae Jung-yoon’s wrist, hoping it would be a signal to let him lower his legs. But their fingers interlocked, and Bae Jung-yoon pinned him in place, locking him down.
Completely restrained, Go Hoon panted for breath. He had no idea how much time had passed.
He blinked up blearily. Bae Jung-yoon had already changed condoms a few more times. In that span, Go Hoon had been made to climax once more—with Bae Jung-yoon’s hand.
Hot tears kept trailing down his temples. After being filled for so long, it felt like every muscle below his waist had liquefied. His body had nothing left to give.
When it was finally over, he couldn’t help but wonder—Would his gaping hole ever close properly again? Would he need to see a doctor? But even as those thoughts flitted through his mind, his body kept trembling from the force of the ongoing thrusts.
The cock, gliding slowly back and forth, suddenly struck a certain spot inside. Go Hoon jolted, his hips twitching involuntarily. A dull tingle climbed faintly up his spine. The strange stimulation stirred a weak erection, but it didn’t lead to climax.
Once again, Go Hoon had to rely on Bae Jung-yoon’s hand. The man grabbed the reddened, blood-flushed shaft and stroked it rapidly. Go Hoon squeezed his eyes shut. The veins on his neck stood out as his breathing turned ragged.
Each deep thrust made his insides churn, and his body shook violently. Even as his semen spurted up to his chest, Bae Jung-yoon didn’t stop moving.
“Hah, please… stop…”
The sobs slipping through Go Hoon’s clenched teeth grew louder. Overwhelmed by the unrelenting pleasure, he flung his head back—and a large hand came down, gripping both his neck and chin.
Bae Jung-yoon’s breathing had turned jagged. Moments later, a hot tongue licked the corner of Go Hoon’s eye. The stinging sensation made him want to flinch away, but Bae Jung-yoon’s hand held him firm. The thrusts only grew more feverish.
“Ah… stop…!”
It felt like another climax was coming, barely moments after the last. His stiff thighs trembled, shuddering uncontrollably. When he blinked open his eyes, vision still hazy, he met Bae Jung-yoon’s eyes—gleaming with unrestrained desire.
“I used to wonder what you’d look like crying.”
With his thumb, Bae Jung-yoon roughly wiped at the sweat and tears on his cheeks, all while circling his hips in slow, grinding motions. There wasn’t even a trace of a smile on his face as he muttered,
“It’s even better than I imagined.”
Go Hoon couldn’t even register the words properly. Every nerve in his body was drawn to those pitch-black eyes. In their gleam, he saw nothing but his own reflection.
Bae Jung-yoon’s movements sped up, making Go Hoon curl his toes. A new kind of pleasure surged through him, unlike anything before. Unable to endure it, he instinctively wrapped his legs around Bae Jung-yoon’s waist, pulling him closer.
A deep, almost reverent smile flickered in Bae Jung-yoon’s eyes as he looked down at him. Rough breaths slipped between his parted lips.
“A face that makes me want to keep you under me, crying like this, forever.”
Whispering low, Bae Jung-yoon leaned in, their lips brushing faintly. He rolled his hips with smooth, fluid motions, like waves cresting and crashing, driving his shaft into the deepest parts of Go Hoon’s body again and again.
And then, a searing pleasure ripped through Go Hoon like a lightning strike. His waist trembled violently as if he were climaxing again, even though nothing spilled out.
A fierce, electric thrill—like sparks dancing across his vision—raced from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes.
“Hah… huh…”
Go Hoon’s chest rose and fell in deep, uneven breaths. A moment later, all the tension drained from his body. His limbs went slack as he panted, eyes fluttering open and closed in a daze.
For the first time, he had climaxed without any direct stimulation to his cock. And it had been the most intense orgasm of his life. A dull shock echoed in his skull, like someone had smacked the back of his head—but the thought barely registered. He was far too drained to care.
Bae Jung-yoon’s weight pressed down on him heavily, his body slumped and boneless, completely spent.
The heartbeat pounding against his chest felt as if it were his own. It thudded hard and fast, almost alarmingly so. The sensation was strange, almost disorienting. The warmth wrapped around him, the weight pressing close—none of it was unpleasant. Not even the sticky skin clinging to his.
Bae Jung-yoon trailed his lips along Go Hoon’s sweat-slicked neck, giving him small, ticklish licks. Go Hoon groaned and squirmed his shoulders, prompting Bae Jung-yoon to lift his head.
Their eyes met.
And in that instant, Go Hoon flinched.
Anyone would misread a gaze like that, wouldn’t they? Eyes that intense, that focused… it felt like he was being looked at by someone who genuinely liked him.
The sensation tingled through more than just his skin—it spread to his chest, delicate and fluttering. Go Hoon shut his eyes, afraid that if he looked any longer, his own foolish hopes would spiral out of control.
Bae Jung-yoon remained draped over him a little longer, nuzzling against his chest and stomach, basking in the lingering afterglow. Then, without warning, he pulled away.
“Hang on. I’ll get you something to drink.”
He spoke in a quiet voice as their eyes briefly met.
Go Hoon blinked sluggishly, offering only a small shrug in response. With no hint of embarrassment, he watched Bae Jung-yoon’s bare back retreat through the door toward the living room. The sounds from beyond the bedroom faded into the background.
Go Hoon reached for the blanket to cover himself—but hesitated. The disheveled state of his body briefly crossed his mind, but the white blanket was already stained in multiple places with semen.
I can just wash it later. With that thought, he hunched his back and lazily draped the blanket over his shoulders. His eyelids drooped heavily.
He was completely worn out. The fatigue that gripped him was deeper than anything he’d ever felt after the most brutal workouts. It went beyond simple exhaustion—his body had hit its limit.
Go Hoon let his eyes close.
Sleep came for him almost immediately.
***
Bae Jung-yoon slowed his steps as he approached the bed and spotted Go Hoon curled up near the edge, sound asleep. He quietly placed a cold bottle of ion drink on the bedside table.
Sitting down where he could clearly see Go Hoon’s face, he reached out and gently brushed aside the hair clinging to his forehead.
The stiff, damp strands didn’t feel unpleasant between his fingers. But Go Hoon, still half-asleep, seemed to find the sensation annoying. His brows knit together, and he turned his head away, burying it to the side.
Watching him, Bae Jung-yoon let out a soft chuckle. It reminded him of a cat that’d frown and nuzzle into a hand when disturbed in deep sleep.
The smile faded before long.
He thought back to the moment Go Hoon had confessed. Though… calling it a confession felt like a stretch. “I like you” would’ve been clearer—but instead, he’d said, “I think I might come to like you.”
It felt like something was missing. A little vague, a little incomplete. Still, Bae Jung-yoon decided not to get hung up on it. Words didn’t always capture what the heart truly felt. Especially when it came to Go Hoon—he wasn’t someone who easily laid his emotions bare. He wasn’t always honest with himself, let alone others.
Truthfully, when Bae Jung-yoon first heard those words, it felt like something had ignited in his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was joy or anger—maybe it was both. The line between the two was thin.
And after that came a slow-burning mix of anticipation and doubt. If Go Hoon really meant it—if there wasn’t even a sliver of dishonesty in his words—could he love everything about him? Even the worst parts? Even if things got uglier than they already had?
That’s when the question formed.
“Answer me. Will you still love me, no matter what I do?”
That’s why he asked.
