No matter how tightly he blocked it, he couldn’t completely stop what was leaking out bit by bit. Moreover, now if Sa Gong-hyun just thrust deeply one more time in this state, even this hindrance would be useless. He just wanted Sa Gong-hyun to thrust into him hard enough to split his lower body apart.
“Haah… Hyun-ssi…?”
However, Sa Gong-hyun stopped moving with his cock pulled back. Jae-young looked behind him.
Despite exhaling rough breaths, Sa Gong-hyun ran his hand through his hair with a rather leisurely hand movement. The hand that had tightly gripped Jae-young’s cock relaxed its strength.
“Hnng…”
Even though Sa Gong-hyun didn’t thrust from behind, semen poured out from Jae-young’s cock. He had clearly ejaculated, but something was strange. It wasn’t as satisfying as before. It felt incomplete, like there was some residual urine sensation.
Jae-young gasped for breath and stood upright while leaning against the wall. His cock, which had barely hung onto the opening, appeared with its veins proudly standing. While rolling his eyes to gauge the atmosphere, Sa Gong-hyun gripped Jae-young’s thighs and deeply thrust his cock again.
“Agh…!”
After a few hip movements, Sa Gong-hyun ejaculated fully inside Jae-young. However, he wasn’t the type to be satisfied with just one ejaculation. Sa Gong-hyun rummaged inside Jae-young several times. Yet each time Jae-young’s ejaculation approached, he stopped moving, waited for him to release on his own, and then resumed his hip movements.
Eventually, he tied Jae-young’s hands behind his back and held them with one hand, making it impossible for him to hold and shake his cock. Jae-young could only press the top of his head against the transparent partition wall and endlessly release moans filled with the desire to ejaculate.
Please let me touch it, please thrust just one more time. If he had known this would be the punishment, he would have done anything to hold back his ejaculation back then.
Finally, only after his eyes were completely bloodshot was he able to break free from Sa Gong-hyun. Thanks to his firmly enduring while holding onto his fading consciousness, he avoided fainting.
Jae-young slumped powerlessly onto the bed. What little energy he had left was completely drained, and his body ached, making the situation undeniably difficult.
Although he had just woken up after a good sleep, fatigue had heavily accumulated. Jae-young was grateful for the fact that he could finally rest now.
Setting aside how good it had felt to the point of gasping with pleasure, he thought he might never be able to have sex standing up again. It wasn’t strange that his body quickly became fatigued, as it consumed more energy than when lying down. He thought it wasn’t something to be done twice.
Sa Gong-hyun, who had gone out to make a call, came back to the room. With an indifferent face, he gathered Jae-young’s clothes and was about to leave. Despite looking like someone who wouldn’t lift a finger for housework, he seemed unable to tolerate messy situations.
Although Jae-young thought he should get up and help him, he remained lying immobile. Instead, he reached out and grabbed Sa Gong-hyun’s hand.
“Can’t you stay with me?”
Even with that childish request, Sa Gong-hyun only quietly looked down at Jae-young.
“It feels strange being alone here. Ah, if you need to go to work…”
“I don’t.”
That was unusual. As far as Jae-young knew, Sa Gong-hyun was incredibly busy. And there was no reason for today to be any different.
In the files Seung-kwon shared, there were overflowing photos of Sa Gong-hyun. Photos of him on the phone, smoking, secretly meeting with groups in black suits.
Judging from the profound and dark atmosphere, it certainly wasn’t a casual meeting. Furthermore, since Sa Gong-hyun’s plans were still ongoing, it wasn’t likely to be a scheduled day off either.
Just as Jae-young was trying to gauge Sa Gong-hyun’s intentions, he sat down on the edge of the bed. Jae-young laboriously raised his upper body and gently pulled the corners of his lips into a smile.
“Then can I borrow Hyun-ssi for today?”
“How are you going to borrow anything when you can’t even properly get up? It sounds like you’re asking me to take care of you.”
“Would you dislike it if I asked for that?”
He stared blankly at Jae-young with an expressionless face. His lips slowly moved.
“I’ll listen and then decide.”
It was clearly a deliberately crafted smile, but a hint of sincerity frosted it. So minute that even Jae-young could barely recognize it. Jae-young gradually applied strength to the hand he was holding.
“First… hold my hand.”
“Is holding hands enough?”
“Let me play with your hand and pretend not to notice.”
Blushing shyly, Jae-young lowered his eyes. He carefully caressed the rough hand. Despite being covered with new skin, scars that hadn’t faded were visible.
Suddenly, the unresolved doubt from before came to mind. Are these really scars from work? What kind of work would leave scars all over the body like this?
In present-day South Korea, it would be difficult for organized crime groups to engage in territorial disputes on such a scale. It wasn’t that kind of era. Of course, until about a decade ago, the world was ruled by gangsters, so there was a possibility these were scars he had carried since then. However, something felt unsettling about dismissing it casually.
Was Sa Gong-hyun’s inability to sleep last night truly a one-time occurrence? Might it be related to this? The reason Jae-young couldn’t be certain was that he had only encountered this situation once.
“Did you sleep well yesterday?”
Jae-young asked hesitantly while fiddling with the scars with his fingertips. The hand that had been silently bound in his grasp moved its thumb. The fingertip began gently stroking the inside of Jae-young’s wrist.
“Of course.”
There was no particular sign in his responding voice. The subtle movement caressing his skin was ticklish. Unable to bear the tickling, Jae-young tightly gripped Sa Gong-hyun’s hand, but his thumb penetrated deeper.
“That’s good. I was worried you might have trouble sleeping every night.”
He couldn’t help but focus on the touch circling his wrist. The touch that had been gently scratching along the concave areas suddenly stopped.
“You were worried?”
Jae-young raised his eyes to stare at Sa Gong-hyun.
“Why would Do Jae-young-ssi worry about me?”
His voice was excessively dry. His half-lidded eyes contained no emotion whatsoever. It was a face that truly seemed to not understand. Those emotionless eyes stared directly at Jae-young.
What do you mean, why? Is he really asking because he doesn’t know? Jae-young couldn’t hide his bewilderment as his lips parted slightly.
“You seem to be under some grand misunderstanding, but we’re just people who have sex when our eyes meet.”
“…”
The hand that had been enclosed in his grip moved away. It was as if even holding hands was too much for their relationship. Jae-young firmly closed his lips that had been silently moving.
What nonsense is this now? His mind went blank. This clarified what had only been an ambiguous relationship until now. Not a romantic relationship, nor one with potential for development—merely sex partners.
When he first entered his house, he had thought the game was half won. He had managed to get invited into the home of someone he’d already been intimate with—that seemed like smooth sailing.
His palm felt empty, so he tightly clenched his fist. Sa Gong-hyun, while asserting that he shouldn’t act presumptuous, still didn’t leave.
For him, this situation was all too familiar. He didn’t care at all whether his cold words would hurt the other person.
“So try to be a bit more refreshing.”
“…”
“I’m not an emotional person, so it’s no fun to go along with that emotional play.”
He casually delivered words that might be daggers to someone, without changing his expression. The sharp corner of his mouth even curled upward.
It felt more humiliating that he remained sitting there.
He was furious. Although he wasn’t particularly conservative by nature so it shouldn’t be something to get angry about, he was dumbfounded that he would experience such blatant deception. It was so absurd it made the back of his head throb. Despite having sensed these signs from the beginning, he was still unnecessarily angered.
Jae-young took a deep breath after closing and opening his eyes once. While Jae-young would have stubbornly stood his ground in such a situation to maintain his pride, the Do Jae-young he was playing was different.
He needed to be hurt, and this conversation had to be shocking. What Jae-young wanted and what Do Jae-young wanted were distinctly different. Do Jae-young wanted a romantic relationship with him.
“…I don’t understand you.”
The voice he forced out cracked on its own. This asshole.
“You seem too difficult for me, Hyun-ssi.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
