Seon-woo clung to Seung-hyeon’s shoulders like a lifeline. It was almost laughable, considering Seung-hyeon was the very person who had thrown him into this panicked, desperate state in the first place.
As soon as Seon-woo’s hands touched his shoulders, Seung-hyeon dipped his head and gently pressed a kiss to Seon-woo’s forehead, as if to soothe him. It wasn’t nearly enough to calm his nerves, but Seung-hyeon didn’t stop there. As if the tender kiss had been nothing but a lie, he slammed his hips forward again—hard.
“Ahng!”
The exact same spot. A moan, almost like a scream, slipped out between clenched teeth. In that moment, he was sure—when Seung-hyeon had used his fingers earlier, he had intentionally avoided that place. The thought stirred a brief flash of resentment, but imagining what it would’ve felt like if Seung-hyeon had kept hitting that spot with his fingers made Seon-woo reconsider. Maybe it had been for the best.
A deep, electric jolt surged from inside his lower abdomen, as if his insides had been shocked. The sensation—sharp and unfamiliar—was so intense it made him wonder if his insides might literally split in half. Seung-hyeon looked ready to thrust again, so Seon-woo hurriedly murmured,
“Wait, wait a sec…”
Almost instinctively, his hand went to his stomach, as if checking to see if something really had been pierced. Of course, his firm abdominal muscles looked completely unscathed. Seung-hyeon glanced down, watching silently as Seon-woo touched himself, and then let out a dry, amused chuckle.
“What’s wrong?”
It felt awkward to admit he’d just been trying to check how deep Seung-hyeon had gone. Avoiding the question, Seon-woo lifted his head—and immediately met Seung-hyeon’s gaze. Turns out, he hadn’t been expecting an answer at all. Without waiting, Seung-hyeon moved in closer and grabbed both of Seon-woo’s legs, spreading them apart.
He didn’t say anything else.
He just started moving his hips again.
Every time Seung-hyeon thrust forward, it sent a flash of white heat across Seon-woo’s vision. Without giving him a single second to catch his breath, Seung-hyeon continued pounding into him, each thrust perfectly angled to strike the spot that made Seon-woo twitch. Even though the hand that had been stroking him was gone, Seon-woo’s cock remained painfully hard, grinding against the hard lines of Seung-hyeon’s abs.
Dazed and overwhelmed, Seon-woo reached down, fumbling to grab his own cock. As he did, Seung-hyeon released his hold on Seon-woo’s legs. One hand went to brace himself against the floor, while the other moved to wrap around Seon-woo’s shaft.
The combined stimulation—deep inside and now up front—sharpened every sensation with a terrifying clarity. Bursts of white light exploded in his head. Heat coiled low in his belly, rising to a boiling point. His back arched, his legs flailing helplessly in the air, toes curling and uncurling again and again.
At first, he had twisted his legs to try to escape. But before he realized it, the motion had shifted—now it was to take Seung-hyeon in deeper.
Seon-woo twisted his body, clinging to the back of Seung-hyeon’s neck as if he were hanging on for dear life. The deeper he twisted, the deeper Seung-hyeon drove in, burrowing into the very core of him.
“Director.”
Even as his breath came in ragged pants, Seung-hyeon called him with an eerie calm. Just moments ago, he’d called him Hyung… Not that Seon-woo particularly wanted to hear that again, but going back to that title made things feel slightly awkward again. As if entranced, Seung-hyeon murmured, “Director,” and slammed into Seon-woo with renewed force.
“Ahh—nngh… hhk…”
His mind was already slipping, but one thing hadn’t changed: he didn’t want to make any noise. Every time a moan threatened to escape, he bit down hard on his lower lip to hold it in. Apart from the occasional breathy gasp that was barely more than a sigh, no other sounds came out. As a result, his lips had turned an almost bruised shade of red, as though they were on the verge of breaking.
Seung-hyeon looked down at him with a flushed face, then leaned in and kissed him. It was surprisingly soft and affectionate. And yet, his thrusts from below only grew faster, harder, more urgent.
The contrast was dizzying—the feel of his tongue was impossibly gentle, so much so it was hard to believe it came from the same person who was driving into him like a beast in heat. It was strange, even a little ridiculous… but it still felt good. Even as he trembled, shaken to the core, Seon-woo wrapped his arms around Seung-hyeon’s neck and sucked at his tongue, meeting him kiss for kiss.
He tried to keep up with the kiss, barely managing to match his rhythm, when suddenly Seung-hyeon pulled back and whispered in a low voice. Seon-woo, too caught up in the wet, fevered kiss and the rasp of his voice, took a moment to register what he’d just said.
“Relax your legs. I get what you’re feeling, Director, but if you stay like this, I can’t move.”
His tone had a teasing edge. Dazed, Seon-woo looked down at his legs—he had somehow wrapped them tightly around Seung-hyeon’s waist without even realizing it. It must’ve been a subconscious effort to take him in deeper.
His face burned with embarrassment, but he didn’t show it. Loosening his grip slightly, he was immediately met with Seung-hyeon’s hands reaching out. He grabbed the back of Seon-woo’s knee, lifted his leg high, and rested it on his shoulder.
“Ugh…”
Thanks to Gwanggong’s naturally flexible body, the position wasn’t impossible—but it was uncomfortable. After a few more thrusts in that position, the discomfort began to intensify. Seung-hyeon’s cock was now hitting places it hadn’t touched before, stirring up strange and heated sensations deep inside.
Trying to keep his voice even, Seon-woo muttered, “This… is uncomfortable.”
He worried for a moment that Seung-hyeon would pretend not to hear him, but thankfully he didn’t ignore the complaint. With little fuss, Seung-hyeon pulled back and gently lowered Seon-woo’s leg from his shoulder—then pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his toes.
Startled, Seon-woo frowned and opened his mouth to say something—but before he could speak, Seung-hyeon swiftly flipped him over onto his stomach.
Seon-woo had been about to protest but ended up staying quiet. He let his body go limp and simply followed along. It felt a bit ridiculous, a bit embarrassing, but compared to the awkwardness of the previous position, lying on his stomach was a welcome relief.
As Seung-hyeon withdrew, the stretched entrance quickly closed up again. Seon-woo buried his face between his forearms, taking a moment to catch his breath. But Seung-hyeon didn’t give him much of a break. Placing his hands on Seon-woo’s hips, he quickly aligned their bodies—and plunged back in.
Despite the tight fit, Seung-hyeon slipped in easily, the way now softened from before. It was far smoother than their first time.
The hand that had been stroking his cock was gone, but Seon-woo remained fully erect, his shaft twitching visibly, brushing against the hard muscles of his own belly. Bracing himself with one arm, he reached down with the other, sliding it toward his lower abdomen.
But Seung-hyeon was faster.
He leaned forward, pressing his body completely against Seon-woo’s back, and clasped both of Seon-woo’s wrists tightly together, pinning them in place so he couldn’t move.
The cock buried inside him now began to deliberately graze just past the spot he could really feel. Half-annoyed, Seon-woo tried twisting his hips on his own, but Seung-hyeon kept intentionally angling just off target, never quite hitting that exact place. Seon-woo lowered his hips, pressing his own cock against the sheets in search of some friction—but Seung-hyeon quickly lifted his ass up, making that impossible too.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He snapped irritably, but Seung-hyeon only replied with feigned innocence.
“What do you mean?”
He almost sounded believable—like he really didn’t know what he was doing. Seon-woo opened his mouth, trying to keep his voice calm and measured so he could explain.
“You keep…”
But he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. He couldn’t say it—not out loud—that he was annoyed because Seung-hyeon kept deliberately missing the spot that made him feel good. As Seon-woo fumbled for words, hesitating, Seung-hyeon asked again.
“What’s wrong?”
His voice was casual, but there was a playful edge to it. That sealed it—he was doing this on purpose. Certain now that Seung-hyeon was teasing him, Seon-woo grit his teeth and looked back over his shoulder.
“You little bastard, you’re doing it on purp—”
But he couldn’t finish that sentence either.
The moment the words left his mouth, he felt Seung-hyeon’s cock swell inside him again. Seon-woo froze, lips parted in stunned silence. It was ridiculous. Seung-hyeon laughed like he couldn’t help himself, then left a quick kiss at the corner of Seon-woo’s mouth.
“I think there’s something wrong with my brain.”
“Took you long enough to notice.”
He tried to sound unaffected, replying curtly as if nothing was wrong, but Seung-hyeon didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. From behind, he wrapped his arms tighter around Seon-woo and rolled his hips slowly, thrusting upward once.
“I don’t know why… but hearing you curse at me feels really fucking good…”
It was honestly hard to believe he could say something like that without a shred of shame. Seon-woo opened his mouth in disbelief—but instead of a curse, a moan spilled out. That damn cock, which had been teasing around the sensitive spot earlier, was now driving straight into it with unrelenting precision.
“Wait—ugh, just—just stop for a second…”
He couldn’t even deny that this situation was partially his own doing. Still, the way Seung-hyeon moved—it was far too overwhelming to endure all at once. Seung-hyeon acted like he hadn’t heard a single word of the plea. What had already felt fast before now became a punishing rhythm, almost brutal in its intensity. Seon-woo squirmed, trying to pull away, but Seung-hyeon’s grip on his hips held him firmly in place, not allowing an inch of escape.
With every thrust aimed perfectly at the same sensitive spot, Seon-woo’s mind went blank. His body flailed under the intensity, and at last, he clutched the bed sheets like he was about to rip them apart and screamed like a man pushed past his limit.
“Stop—just a second—hah, I—ahhn!”
A desperate, broken moan escaped him as his body arched backwards in a shuddering wave. The pleasure that hit him then—it wasn’t anything he had ever felt before. Not even close. It wasn’t even something he’d imagined was possible.
His vision was tinted red, like a filter had been placed over his eyes, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, unable to hold any strength. His thighs clenched tightly inward, and the hole that had been stretched around Seung-hyeon’s cock tightened involuntarily. His lower belly seemed to contract until it was crumpled tight—then swell, like it was going to burst. The pressure swelled and receded in waves, relentless and overwhelming.
“Hhngh…”
He heard Seung-hyeon’s moan right beside his ear. That was the final trigger. All the tension in Seon-woo’s quivering body drained at once. He nearly collapsed forward, but Seung-hyeon’s arms caught him, pulling him into a steady hold. He leaned in and whispered against Seon-woo’s ear.
“Open your eyes. Look.”
Seon-woo obeyed blankly, almost on autopilot. He lifted his head and looked down—watched as cloudy, translucent cum dripped steadily from the tip of his cock.
He came… He’d already come.
The shock of orgasm left him completely blank. No thoughts. No shame. No surprise. Just hollow stillness.
Seung-hyeon whispered again, lips brushing his ear.
“Don’t even think about forgetting this. You just came from being taken from behind.”
It was obvious—anyone could see that—but Seung-hyeon still said it like he was planting the idea deep into his brain, like a form of indoctrination. Seon-woo, dazed and drained, murmured weakly.
“I wanna lie down…”
Without protest, Seung-hyeon withdrew and gently helped him onto the bed, laying him flat. His movements were delicate, like he was handling something fragile. It felt like he whispered something else near Seon-woo’s ear—but sleep took him too quickly to understand. His consciousness slipped, dimmed, and faded into darkness.
