They gazed at each other in silence until Seong-hyeon made the first move. He lowered himself to the floor, crawling between the man’s legs and taking his fully erect cock into his mouth. He pressed his tongue against the tip, teasing the urethra, before swirling it around the glans, his lips stretched wide. The man let out short, rough breaths, watching Seong-hyeon struggle to take him deeper. With one cheek bulging, Seong-hyeon sucked eagerly, his head bobbing up and down as he tried to take more of the man’s length into his mouth.
Seong-hyeon, with the man’s cock deep in his mouth, looked up at him, eyes watering and cheeks flushed. One cheek bulged with the effort of taking the man’s length, his nose brushing against the coarse pubic hair. As the man placed his hand on that cheek, Seong-hyeon opened his throat, taking the cock even deeper. The soft, yielding sensation of his throat, so different from the firmness of his mouth, reminded the man of the tight embrace of Seong-hyeon’s hole. He groaned in pleasure, feeling the tightness around his cock.
Undeterred by the rough hair tickling his nose, Seong-hyeon moved his head back and forth, his throat massaging the man’s shaft. The dry tiles beneath them grew slick with saliva and sweat as Seong-hyeon’s eyes, unfocused and glazed, reflected only the man’s cock. Deeper, just a little more, he thought, desperate to take it all.
Suddenly, the man’s cock twitched and pulsed deep in Seong-hyeon’s throat. Instinctively, Seong-hyeon pulled back, sticking out his tongue to catch the hot streams of cum that erupted from the tip. It splashed onto his face and dripped onto his red tongue. Eagerly, as if afraid someone might take it from him, Seong-hyeon swallowed every drop, his eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy.
“Ah, ah, haa… Our darling, your cum… it’s so fucking good,” Seong-hyeon panted, grinning up at the man, echoing his earlier words. The man, expressionless, tossed his nearly discarded robe over Seong-hyeon’s back.
“Lie down,” he commanded, his voice sharp and almost angry. But Seong-hyeon, seeing the man’s still-hard cock, knew exactly what was coming.
“Lie down and spread your legs.”
Seong-hyeon eagerly complied, lying back on the floor and spreading his legs wide, his hands gripping his thighs. The stockings he still wore made his hands slip, forcing him to grip his inner thighs tightly until his muscles trembled and his hole quivered open, exposed to the cool, damp air of the bathroom.
“Beg for my cock with your pretty little hole, Seong-hyeon,” the man growled, pressing the tip of his cock against Seong-hyeon’s entrance. The hole, softened and slightly gaping from their frequent sex, seemed to pucker up and kiss the head of the man’s cock, the delicate folds caressing him gently.
“Your pussy knows how to kiss my cock so well,” the man murmured, and with a single thrust, he buried himself deep inside Seong-hyeon. The sudden intrusion made Seong-hyeon’s vision go white, his limbs jerking as he cried out in pleasure.
“Ugh, Seong-hyeon, relax…” the man grunted, feeling Seong-hyeon’s hole clamp down on him like a vise. He gritted his teeth, panting harshly as he waited for Seong-hyeon’s body to adjust. Slowly, the tightness eased, and the man began to pound into him with force, each thrust filling the room with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
“Ah, ah! Oh, oh, oh god! Ah, ah, ah!” Seong-hyeon cried out, his voice echoing off the bathroom tiles as the man took him roughly, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body.
Seong-hyeon, already pushed to one climax, thrashed his head against the floor as the man relentlessly pounded into him. The thick, blunt cock rubbed and ground against his sensitive insides, driving him wild.
“Slow, slower! Ah, inside…! Ah, there, ah, harder, more!” he cried out, his hole clenching and releasing uncontrollably. Deep inside, where the flesh was thickest, the man pressed the tip of his cock, feeling the softening of Seong-hyeon’s inner walls.
“Ahhh!” Seong-hyeon screamed as the man thrust deep, forcing his hole to stretch wide. The man paused, his cock lodged deep inside, neither pushing further nor pulling back. He placed his hand on Seong-hyeon’s lower abdomen, right where his cockhead pressed, slightly bent in an S-shape.
“Here, this is your womb, Seong-hyeon,” the man panted. “If I come inside here, a baby will be made.”
The man had no womb, but Seong-hyeon did—a gift from his beloved. A baby. Seong-hyeon gasped, his mind racing as pleasure coursed through him. A baby, a symbol of their love, proof of how much they loved each other. But also…
“Answer me, Yoon Seong-hyeon,” the man demanded, pressing harder on Seong-hyeon’s abdomen, making him gasp.
“No, not… not yet,” Seong-hyeon finally whispered, his voice barely audible. The man’s face hardened, but before he could speak, Seong-hyeon continued.
“Not yet, I want… I want it to be just us for a while longer. Please, let’s love each other more first,” he begged, his voice trembling with emotion. “Later, we can have a baby. Please, give me a baby then.”
The man was stunned, unable to speak. He gripped Seong-hyeon’s waist tightly, pulling him closer. Seong-hyeon yelped in surprise as his body was folded nearly in half.
“No, not inside, I’ll get pregnant,” he pleaded, but the man began to thrust hard and deep once more. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the bathroom, along with Seong-hyeon’s desperate cries.
“Please, don’t come inside me, not in my womb, please, stop,” he begged, but the man captured his mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing his pleas. The obscene sounds of their lovemaking echoed off the tiles—the wet, sucking noises of the man’s cock pounding into Seong-hyeon’s hole, the smacking of lips and the slurping of tongues.
Suddenly, the man reached down and pulled out the plug blocking Seong-hyeon’s urethra with a swift tug, sending a shockwave of pleasure through Seong-hyeon’s body.
“Ah, ahh…!”
The forceful release splashed across Seong-hyeon’s lower abdomen and the man’s chin, soaking them both. Seong-hyeon gripped the man’s shoulders tightly, his eyes rolling back as his body convulsed. The tremors caused his hole to clamp down hard on the man’s cock, which was lodged deep inside the swollen, sensitive flesh. The man’s cock pulsed strongly, releasing a hot stream of semen.
“Haaaah…” Seong-hyeon moaned, his body trembling as the hot fluid filled him. The man kissed his flushed cheeks, slowly moving his hips in small, deliberate thrusts.
“I didn’t come in your womb, Seong-hyeon,” the man panted, his voice ragged. He continued to move, grinding his hips to wring out every last drop of pleasure. Seong-hyeon’s insides welcomed the hot semen, clutching at it greedily. The man stroked Seong-hyeon’s soft belly, tracing the tattoo just below his navel.
“Instead, let’s fill this belly with more of my cum,” he murmured. Seong-hyeon blushed deeply, nodding shyly as if he had just received a love confession. The man, captivated by his reaction, kissed him deeply again. Seong-hyeon eagerly returned the kiss, his tongue tangling with the man’s as his hips began to move in rhythm. Still slick with semen, the man’s cock slid easily in and out, quickly hardening again and resuming its relentless pace.
***
Their first night together was a never-ending fountain of love. As dawn broke, the man gazed at Seong-hyeon, who slept peacefully beside him. His face, though tired from the night’s activities, radiated contentment and happiness. The man kissed his forehead gently before carefully extracting himself from Seong-hyeon’s body, causing him to let out a soft moan.
Leaving the bedroom, the man walked into the living room, where a table held several envelopes and a black leather case containing a passport. He opened it to reveal his own unsmiling photo and the name that Seong-hyeon had so desperately wanted to know before becoming completely his.
He closed the passport and placed it back on the table. Everything there, including the passport and documents, was necessary for their flight later that day—everything except the plane tickets. To book the flight, the man needed something from Seong-hyeon first.
Reluctant to wake him from his much-needed sleep, the man decided to let Seong-hyeon rest a while longer. As he turned to head back to the bedroom, he paused.
“Seong-hyeon,” he called softly, noticing that Seong-hyeon was now standing by the bedroom door, his face still drowsy from sleep.
“Why are you up already? You should sleep more.”
Seong-hyeon pouted at his words. “How can I sleep without you?”
It was typical of Seong-hyeon to say such things, but he was no longer the same person he used to be; he was now completely the man’s beloved. Realizing anew that his hypnosis was flawless, the man opened his arms joyfully.
“Come here,” he called. Seong-hyeon rushed over and nestled into the man’s embrace. The sensation of Seong-hyeon’s soft breath and hair against his chest sent a ticklish feeling through him. It could have been the softness of Seong-hyeon’s hair or the overwhelming emotion in his heart, or perhaps both.
“There’s something I want from you,” the man said.
“What is it?” Seong-hyeon asked, looking up curiously.
“A name.”
“A name?” Seong-hyeon echoed, puzzled.
The man smiled, gazing into Seong-hyeon’s lovely eyes. “I want you to give me a name.”
“Why?” Seong-hyeon still looked confused.
“Because just as you are completely mine, I want to be completely yours,” the man explained.
Seong-hyeon fell silent, trying to understand. The man found his bewildered expression endearing, but he didn’t mind if Seong-hyeon couldn’t grasp it fully.
“Just give me a name,” he urged gently. “Any name that comes to mind.”
“But what if I come up with something weird?” Seong-hyeon worried.
“You won’t,” the man reassured him playfully, kissing Seong-hyeon’s soft hair. Even though there was no sensation in his hair, Seong-hyeon blushed and shivered as if the kisses were on his skin. The man continued to kiss his hair, the soft sounds filling the silence.
Suddenly, Seong-hyeon spoke, “Ha-jin.”
The man paused, taken aback.
“Kwon Ha-jin,” Seong-hyeon repeated slowly, this time including the family name.
The man was silent for a moment, his eyes unblinking. “Why that name?” he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Seong-hyeon smiled shyly, as if he knew the man’s unspoken thoughts. “It just feels right,” he said.
“No, it just came to mind,” Seong-hyeon said. “I think it suits you.”
“Do you not like it?” he asked softly.
“……No.” The man replied, his voice thick with emotion. He struggled to compose himself, as if choked up. “No, I like it.”
Slowly, the man, now Kwon Ha-jin, embraced Seong-hyeon tightly. “You remembered,” he whispered, his voice trembling with overwhelming emotion. Somewhere in Seong-hyeon’s subconscious, his name had lingered. After all this time, unable to recall it, Seong-hyeon had finally remembered his name at the moment they became husband and wife. Despite his efforts to suppress his feelings, Ha-jin’s eyes welled up, and his lips quivered with joy.
“Remembered what?” Seong-hyeon asked, bewildered. Ha-jin couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that Seong-hyeon would never understand the significance of what he had recalled. The documents he had prepared were now unnecessary, but at least he could book their flight immediately. More than anything, he was overjoyed that Seong-hyeon had given him a name and called him by it once more.
“I love you, Seong-hyeon,” Ha-jin said, his mind drifting back to their younger days. He remembered the moment Seong-hyeon had read his name aloud from the name tag on his left chest, enunciating each syllable clearly. It had felt like a new life had been breathed into him, a moment when light finally pierced the darkness of his world, and everything began to shine. “That’s when I came back to life, Seong-hyeon. How could I not love you after that?”
“I love you,” Ha-jin confessed again, his voice filled with the sweetness of a newlywed’s bliss and the weight of eternal devotion.
“……Me too,” Seong-hyeon whispered, echoing the endless love of any ordinary newlywed couple.
“I love you, Kwon Ha-jin.”
