He thrust against that spot again. Jihan’s lips parted slightly, his pupils glazing over like a caught animal. Sweat beaded between their pressed groins.
Seon’s breath grew ragged. His mind was spinning. The always impeccably dressed, haughty Jihan was now impaled on his cock, his entire body flushed and trembling. It was obscene. Vulgar.
“Hngh, nngh, hah…”
A dangerous obsession flickered in Seon’s dark eyes. He wanted to devour that small face gazing up at him with unfocused eyes, lips slightly parted. He wanted to bury himself in this supple flesh and die right now, with no regrets. The sensation was so overwhelming it almost made him dizzy.
Then—
A familiar dry cough echoed briefly from outside.
Jihan’s dazed eyes suddenly snapped back to reality, freezing in mid-air. Seon’s movements stopped abruptly.
After a few more coughs, footsteps grew louder from beyond the middle gate in the courtyard. It seemed Grand Secretary Choi, who occasionally checked on his eldest son late at night, had chosen this exact moment to make his rounds. The joined flesh tensed violently.
“Jihan, are you asleep?”
Jihan felt like he was being dragged into the depths of hell. His father’s voice came from beyond the sliding paper door in the hallway. Seon’s large hand clamped tightly over Jihan’s mouth.
“Leaving the lights on while sleeping, tsk. I’ll come in for a moment.”
There was no lock on the sliding door behind the curtain. Seon’s hand covered both Jihan’s mouth and nose, and in his panic, Jihan couldn’t even breathe properly. His face turned pale as he thrashed.
While Grand Secretary Choi crossed the veranda, Seon hastily pulled out and lifted Jihan, blanket and all, moving him quickly behind the folding screen.
He laid Jihan down in the darkness behind the eight-panel screen, his own chest heaving as he quietly steadied his breath.
Creak.
The door slid open. Seon pressed his eye to the thin crack where light seeped through the screen’s hinge. Jihan, trembling violently, covered his own mouth with both hands. Sweat poured down him, and tears of fear spilled over.
“Tsk. Not studying, and sneaking out at night again, I see. Hmph, what a mess this young master’s room is. Why are the pillows scattered everywhere? When will this boy ever grow up?”
Grand Secretary Choi’s deep sigh filled the quiet room.
“And why are his desk and brushes so clean? Are these the brushes of a man preparing for the exams? What a waste of good weasel hair. The poor animal died for nothing.”
The rustling sounds of his father inspecting the room followed.
Jihan’s entire focus was on the other side of the screen. He didn’t even notice the large hand spreading his knees apart or touching his erect cock.
“…!”
Jihan silently grabbed Seon’s wrist in shock, glaring at the distinct smirk in the darkness.
“Spending all day cooped up in his room, what is he even doing…”
Seon slowly kneaded what he held in his hand. He traced the ridge with his thumb, and Jihan’s entire body stiffened. Pre-cum dripped down, wetting Seon’s wrist.
“How can I trust this good-for-nothing and leave for a distant land?”
His father’s familiar clicking tongue and the rough sound of flipping through books echoed alternately.
Seon rubbed the fluid leaking from the tip along the shaft, slowly stroking up and down. The sound of slick flesh rubbing together made Jihan’s heart clench in terror.
“I wonder if he’s even memorized the Eight Articles…”
Grand Secretary Choi’s voice moved farther away, then closer. The urge to cum surged. Jihan bit his lip hard and endured it. Seon leaned in slowly. Jihan’s anxious eyes followed his movements. Hot breath brushed his ear.
Then, whoosh—a hot breath filled his ear canal, and Jihan squeezed his eyes shut.
“Pathetic. I should put in a request to see next year’s special exam questions… Hmph, truly, how can a grown man be like this?”
A hot tongue licked his earlobe before gently biting down. The hand stroking his cock sped up slightly. The thumb rubbed fiercely at the sensitive slit. Jihan arched his back, his hips jerking.
Splat, splat. His white cum shot out three times—the first landing on his chin, the second on his chest, and the third on his abs.
………
Jihan didn’t lift his face for a while. He could feel the cum on his chin stretching like taffy, swaying in the air. He just trembled silently. He wanted to die. The shame was unbearable.
“Neglecting his studies for these distractions… I’m truly worried. Worried. Should I increase his private tutoring hours?”
With a sigh, the candle on the other side of the screen was extinguished.
Creak. The sliding door opened and closed with a thud. Then came the sound of footsteps in the hallway, the veranda creaking, and the paper door opening and closing.
As soon as Grand Secretary Choi’s footsteps faded, Jihan sat up and slapped Seon’s cheek.
………
Silence followed. He pounded Seon’s chest with his fists and pushed his shoulders roughly. Seon took a few hits in silence before grabbing both of Jihan’s wrists in irritation. Their clasped hands trembled in a struggle of strength. They panted, glaring at each other. Seon’s brows twitched slightly.
Jihan’s red-rimmed eyes burned with hatred. His pressed lips were pale. Tears streamed down his bloodless cheeks.
“Bastard.”
The moment Seon saw his tear-streaked face glaring back at him, he felt his lower body ache painfully with desire.
His chest heaved as he swallowed a deep breath. A maddening lust surged through him, as if he were drugged even without the aphrodisiac. Without another thought, he grabbed Jihan’s shoulders and pushed him back down.
“Hah, don’t—stop…!”
Jihan, having just cum, had no strength left in his body. The screen rattled violently during their brief struggle. The force pressing down on his thighs was twice as brutal as before. Jihan flinched as the thick cock pushed back inside him.
“Nngh, you bastard, ugh—!”
Seon braced his forearm across Jihan’s lower abdomen, pressing down. As Jihan’s body folded in half, he thrust his hips lightly.
“Hah, nggh—!”
Seon’s large hand gripped Jihan’s slender waist. Then he slowly pulled his cock out. As the thick flesh slid out of the well-lubricated hole, Jihan’s toes curled. He squeezed his eyes shut and endured the embarrassing sensation.
It felt like an eternity had passed. Finally, the thick glans caught at the hole. The moment Jihan unconsciously relaxed his sphincter, it plunged in all at once.
“Hngh—!”
Jihan barely managed to swallow his scream, biting down on the back of his own hand to stifle the sound.
“Hyung, do you want the blanket?”
Gnashing at his own flesh between his teeth, Jihan glared at Seon with murderous intent. Seon, veins standing out on his long neck, exerted force and dragged his cock backward through the inner folds before thrusting deep again. The young man’s face, clearly intent on fucking him with malice, wore a wicked smirk. It was almost a talent of his—to do terrible things with his lower half while his face wore an apologetic smile.
“Nngh… hngh…”
Jihan trembled violently but somehow endured it. Seon blinked at him as if in praise, then supported the back of Jihan’s neck with one hand and his armpit with the other, pulling him close against his chest.
Seon swallowed a pleased breath. The lithe, firm body melted against him, fitting perfectly in his embrace. Jihan’s body was strangely well-suited to his arms—broad shoulders and balanced muscles, yet overall smaller than his own.
Were you born to be mine? He wanted to mock him. Nothing compared to the thrill of seeing that haughty facade crumble. But he knew that would earn him a curse, so he simply held the soft body clinging to him, cherishing the feel.
He ground his hips side to side, widening the passage. He could feel Jihan silently swallowing a gagging sound. Breathing hotly against his earlobe, he began to pound down slowly.
“Hah…”
Jihan was pale and stiff as a board. His body felt like mochi being pounded in a mortar, spread and kneaded by the pestle’s rhythm. His lower lip, bitten raw, oozed blood.
“Nngh, hngh—!”
Jihan arched his back, his insides instinctively clenching around the thick cock.
The first time, it had just felt like his ass was being pounded. But this time was different.
A strange… strange sensation surged. Every time the glans rubbed against that swollen spot, his rationality burned away. The ridged underside of the glans relentlessly ground against it, sending a tingling heat all the way to his urethra.
After a while of pressing close and thrusting, Seon braced a hand beside Jihan’s face and lifted his upper body slightly. He looked down at Jihan’s trembling form.
“You’re hard again, hyung.”
“Hngh… hah…”
“I was worried you’d worn out your cock from all that masturbation, but it seems you’re healthier than I thought. What a relief.”
“Hngh, g-get… out…”
Seon let out a hollow laugh, then hooked Jihan’s legs over his shoulders and pressed his hands to the floor. Jihan’s waist bent back until his knees nearly touched his ears. Supporting his entire weight with his arms, Seon hammered his lower body into him like a nail.
“Kehk! Ahng—!”
Every time the thick cock split his tight hole with a wet slap, Jihan’s toes curled. Even now, he covered his own mouth to keep from making too much noise.
“Shit—ngh! Too… deep! Stop—!”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
