“No, I do… The teacher made us all buy one, remember…”
That’s right, he had a yearbook. It must be somewhere in the house. Seong-hyeon pictured his living room. The walls plastered with photos his beloved had taken. The dresser filled with toys and Seong-hyeon’s lingerie. And somewhere among it all, a DVD case with no label…
Suddenly, Seong-hyeon’s face brightened.
That’s it, the yearbook. It must be there, so he just needed to find it. Then he could end this fucking ordeal.
“Hey, thanks, bu… ah!”
Without thinking, Seong-hyeon reached out to hug Jin-woo, but his body jerked like a fish out of water. The vibrations, which had subsided, intensified again, digging into his flesh. With his head half thrown back, Seong-hyeon squirmed in his seat. Jin-woo frowned at the sight.
“Uh… So, is that all you needed?”
Is that all?
The question snapped Seong-hyeon back to reality. There was still one important thing left to do.
“Ah…, I, ha, I’m getting married.”
“What? Married? Really?”
Jin-woo’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly smiled and offered his congratulations.
“Congrats, man! You always said you’d get married young, and now you are.”
Seong-hyeon dug his hand into his pocket, fumbling around until he felt a crinkling paper.
He placed it on the table, and Jin-woo quickly picked it up.
“We have a class reunion coming up, so you can hand these out there…”
Jin-woo blinked slowly as he examined the invitation.
“Hey, Seong-hyeon. I think there’s a printing mistake here.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it says ‘groom’ instead of ‘bride,’ and the other side is blank.”
Puzzled, Jin-woo showed the invitation to Seong-hyeon.
Groom:
Groom: Yoon Seong-hyeon
The top groom’s name was blank, and the bottom groom’s name was ‘Yoon Seong-hyeon.’
Seeing this, Seong-hyeon spoke up.
“What’s the problem?”
“What…?”
Jin-woo looked at Seong-hyeon, bewildered.
“What do you mean, what’s the problem? This…”
Just as Jin-woo was about to explain, his phone on the table buzzed briefly. Seong-hyeon’s body jerked reflexively, thinking the vibration was from the toy inside him.
“…It’s mine, sorry.”
Jin-woo picked up his phone and checked the message, his eyes momentarily losing focus. He slowly put down the phone and smiled like a puppet.
“Wow, the invitation looks great. How many did you print?”
Still feeling the aftermath of his climax, Seong-hyeon slowly replied as he rubbed himself against the chair.
“I don’t know… My beloved must have taken care of it…”
“You never change, Seong-hyeon…”
To Jin-woo, Seong-hyeon hadn’t changed at all. He always found a way to avoid doing things he didn’t want to do, even if they were his responsibility. Yet, strangely, no one disliked Seong-hyeon for it. In fact, they… That’s why even that guy…
Suddenly, his vision darkened and then brightened again.
Jin-woo looked down at the invitation, tracing the blank space where the groom’s name should be.
“By the way, what’s the groom like?”
Blushing, Seong-hyeon panted as he smiled.
“Oh, he’s, ah, his cock is, ah, big… really big… He massages my hole with it, and, ah, he makes me take his cum in my ass too…”
With each movement, the vibrator inside him buzzed softly, sliding in and out. The gentle vibrations made his sensitive flesh quiver and spasm.
Drool trickled down from his open mouth, wetting his knees. Seong-hyeon gripped the sides of the chair, grinding his ass and moaning. Jin-woo watched him with a satisfied smile.
“He must be very kind, the one marrying you, Seong-hyeon.”
Seong-hyeon nodded, grinning like an idiot.
“Yeah, my beloved… he’s kind…”
“You must be happy, Seong-hyeon.”
Happy?
“….”
The large hand gently stroking his sweat-soaked hair, the thick cock forcefully penetrating places it shouldn’t, the deep voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear, the delicate fingers teasing and pinching his nipples, and the dark, intense gaze fixed solely on Yoon Seong-hyeon.
“Happy….”
He is happy.
Today, his beloved personally chose a vibrator and inserted it into his hole, ensuring it wouldn’t fall out by securing it with tape. He even sucked and licked his nipples until they were swollen, so his chest wouldn’t feel empty. Before leaving the house, he filled Seong-hyeon’s mouth with his saliva, making him swallow it, and praised him for being a good boy.
How could he not be thrilled to let everyone know that this man, who adores him and gives him his cock, is his beloved?
Yet, why couldn’t he nod in agreement?
Why did his chest feel tight, and his eyes burn as if scorched?
Seong-hyeon sat there, blank as a robot with its power switched off. Jin-woo smiled at him, pleased.
“You’re crying because you’re that happy?”
“Yeah…. Yeah….”
The tears streaming down his face must be tears of joy, just as Jin-woo said.
“We should invite lots of people. The more people who see you happy, the better.”
“Yeah….”
Happy… More… Ass… Itchy. Wish it was bigger and thicker…
His beloved’s cock… Why didn’t he fuck him today? Why did he only let him suck it with his mouth? He could have tightened his ass so well. He could have taken his beloved’s cum in his pussy so well. If the vibrator went deeper, all the way to where his cock would reach…
“Why don’t we have the class reunion at your wedding venue? Everyone will enjoy celebrating a happy occasion.”
“Me…, ah!”
As the blunt tip of the vibrator slid along his soft inner walls and pressed against his swollen spot, Seong-hyeon’s body convulsed. With his mouth open and tongue out, eyes rolling back, Jin-woo spoke to him seriously.
“Think about it and let me know. I’ll contact the others.”
“Ah, ah…”
Seong-hyeon collapsed onto the table, but Jin-woo continued chatting as if nothing had happened.
He talked about who was into stocks these days, how one of their classmates made a fortune developing an app, how someone was already going bald, how their homeroom teacher got divorced, and how someone else…
After rambling on for a while, Jin-woo awkwardly smiled at Seong-hyeon, who was sprawled on the table, twitching.
“It’s really great to catch up after so long. Time just flew by.”
“……”
“I had a good time today. Congratulations again on your wedding.”
“……”
“Seriously, think about having the class reunion at your wedding.”
“……?”
“Let’s keep in touch.”
Jin-woo stood up, having carried the conversation alone like a robot reciting programmed lines. He left, and Seong-hyeon was alone, struggling to lift his exhausted body.
He had done what he needed to do, what his beloved had told him to do.
Now, he had to go home.
Seong-hyeon staggered out of the café. The vibrator, now still, was an uncomfortable presence, offering no pleasure. If it were his beloved’s cock, just having it inside would be blissful. Tears welled up in his eyes. He desperately wanted his beloved’s affection. He needed to go home. Home was safe… Or was it? Was it really safe there, with that man?
“Ah…”
Seong-hyeon froze as he exited the café.
“Seong-hyeon.”
A voice that his mind hated but his body welcomed gripped his legs. Looking up, he saw the man standing there, as if he had been waiting. Leaning against a black car, the man slowly uncrossed his arms.
“Did you meet Jin-woo?”
“Shut up, fuck… you.”
He tried to shout, but his voice cracked as his insides throbbed. He couldn’t understand why his ass was tingling and hot, or why his underwear was soaked. His face flushed with embarrassment. The man watched him intently.
“Is the hypnosis unstable? You’re in such an ambiguous state.”
“What…?”
Hypnosis? Unstable? He couldn’t remember what those words meant. Seong-hyeon struggled to breathe, overwhelmed by the sensations in his lower body. The man stepped closer.
“Did Jin-woo know my name?”
“Why would he remember a loser like… ah… you…”
Bzzzzzz. The vibrations started again, making his insides buzz. Even after multiple small climaxes, his mouth hung open, and his eyes glazed over. His legs trembled like a newborn fawn, causing his body to shake unnaturally.
“I see.”
Without showing any emotion, the man grabbed Seong-hyeon’s arm.
“……!”
The heat from the man’s chest pressed against his own felt so good that Seong-hyeon didn’t have time to be surprised. Their lips met, and a hot, moist flesh pushed through his parted lips, stirring his sensitive membranes. The breath brushing against his nose mixed with sweet moans, and the saliva pooled under his tongue wet his lips. The hand that had tried to push the firm body away was now clutching him tightly.
Seong-hyeon rubbed his entire body against the man, craving the heat that he could feel through their clothes. His well-trained body responded faster than his barely awakened mind, not caring that they were on a public street with people staring.
Kiss, feels good.
Breathless, he opened his mouth wider, and the man’s saliva flooded in. He swallowed it without hesitation, feeling the hot flesh flick against his tongue. As their lower bodies pressed together, he felt the man’s hard cock. The man pulled back slightly, smiling.
“Your cock is hard, Seong-hyeon.”
“Fuck… ah!”
The man’s fingers lightly caressed Seong-hyeon’s cock through his clothes, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. His lips parted again, begging for another kiss. The man obliged, their tongues entwining as wet sounds filled the air.
Amidst the lewd noises, he heard voices. “Crazy. Two guys kissing.” Those words snapped him back to reality. This wasn’t a private space; it was a public street. People were staring, and he was kissing a man.
Faggot, kissing, unbelievable. The whispers grew louder, and Seong-hyeon turned his head in shock. Someone was about to take out their phone, but a strong grip seized his chin.
“Ignore them.”
“Fucking asshole, kissing here… you’re crazy.”
Seong-hyeon’s mind went blank as he stammered, trying to scold the man. How could they kiss in public? What had he done? His breath hitched, and his vision darkened. He had kissed a man in front of everyone, and they were pointing and staring.
“What are you so afraid of, Seong-hyeon?”
The man chuckled, his crescent-shaped eyes gleaming.
“Do you think I’d share your beauty with others?”
He took out his phone and tapped the screen. Suddenly, an unnatural silence fell over the area. Looking around, Seong-hyeon saw people standing still, their eyes glazed over like dolls. Phones dropped to the ground, and people walked away like puppets on strings, their eyes vacant. Slowly, everyone disappeared.
“I hate the idea of you being someone else’s plaything.”
“Then, why here…? We could have gone somewhere private, fuck.”
“Saying that makes it sound like we can kiss as long as no one’s around.”
Flustered, Seong-hyeon ended his sentence with a curse, which the man calmly received.
“Why should I care about where I show you affection?”
The large hand that had pocketed the phone lightly grazed Seong-hyeon’s crotch. Still slightly swollen, the man tapped it gently.
“Your cock is still hard. Want me to touch it?”
“…You fucking asshole.”
“And your hole must be itching too, right? I’ll tease it with the fake cock. You like that, don’t you, my dear?”
“Fuck you! Who’s your dear?!”
Despite his outburst, Seong-hyeon didn’t deny enjoying being fucked. This innocence was endearing. A faint glimmer of expectation flickered in Seong-hyeon’s eyes, mixed with confusion, longing, and shame, turning his face as red as a ripe fruit.
The man smiled, satisfied with what he saw.
Seong-hyeon’s mind was barely clear, but his body remained lustful, making him vulnerable. Perhaps it was time to instill a new ‘truth’ in Seong-hyeon. Reassure him, make him more stable, so even if the previous ‘truths’ unravel…
“Don’t worry, Seong-hyeon. Your body is reacting this way because of me.”
Relief flickered in Seong-hyeon’s confused eyes. So, it wasn’t his fault that his body felt strange.
“Once it’s over, everything will be fine. So for now, just go with it.”
The car door clicked open. Seong-hyeon’s eyes widened at the sight of the dildo on the passenger seat. The man kissed the soft ears, whispering,
“Do whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want…”
“Yes, what do you want to do, Seong-hyeon?”
Seong-hyeon, as if entranced, picked up the dildo. He didn’t resist as the man caressed his ass, even pressing against his hand. He offered no resistance as the man’s fingers traced the vibrator deep inside him.
Gazing at the dildo, Seong-hyeon slowly turned his head. His thin eyelashes framed eyes that had darkened to a deep, rich brown.
“My beloved…”
With a relaxed smile, Seong-hyeon whispered,
“Please… fuck my hole.”
