“Ah! Ah! Ah…!”
Seo Eui-woo’s cock was so large that even when wedged between Jae-jin’s pecs, the tip protruded, jabbing at his chin. The white fluid leaking from it smeared across Jae-jin’s neck. Despite the intense friction that left Jae-jin’s chest and underside red and raw, Seo Eui-woo was not satisfied. He wanted more, but Jae-jin could barely keep up.
“Jae-jin, ah, you’ve rested enough, right? Can I put it in again?”
“No, no… I can’t.”
“Why not? You’ve rested plenty.”
“I… I can’t do it anymore…”
“What about me, then? If Jae-jin can’t, what am I supposed to do with my cock?”
Seo Eui-woo clicked his tongue and tugged at Jae-jin’s arm. This time, he wedged his cock under Jae-jin’s armpit, thrusting against the folded flesh. He aimed for the tiny mole there, grinding his hips relentlessly.
“Ah! Ah! Ha, ah…”
“Feels so good, ah, Jae-jin, I’m dying here.”
Seo Eui-woo’s movements were wild and unrestrained. He skillfully thrust against every part of Jae-jin’s body—his mouth, his ears, even making Jae-jin clasp his hands together to fuck the space between his palms. Finally, he pressed Jae-jin’s soles together and thrust between them, driving Jae-jin to surrender.
“Enough! Just put it in my ass!” Jae-jin cried out.
Seo Eui-woo grinned widely and eagerly complied, “Yes, sir!”
“Ah! Ah, gently, it’s too much. Ah, it’s hard.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll go slow. I’ll do whatever you want, ah, whatever you say.”
“Ah, ah, inside, ah, this time, ah, this is the last time. After this, we’re done.”
“Hmm? The last time…? We’re done?”
“Yes, that’s what I said…”
“No. No, not yet. Three more times. Ah! Just three more times.”
“Once, ah, just once more…”
“Four times?”
“Ah, o-one… Ah! Yes!”
“Jae-jin, you could go five more times. With the healing factor, you could do twenty, thirty times… But just once more?”
Seo Eui-woo thrust his entire length into Jae-jin, embracing him tightly as if trying to merge their bodies. He was so deep that it felt like he might push his entire being into Jae-jin. He clung to Jae-jin, begging for more, his body trembling with desire.
Jae-jin, unable to resist, raised his quivering left hand and held up two fingers.
“Then… two, two more times…”
Before Seo Eui-woo could protest, Jae-jin quickly added,
“We’re two, Kwon Jae-jin and Seo Eui-woo, so two more times…”
Seo Eui-woo burst into laughter.
“What? What did you say? Because we’re two?”
Seo Eui-woo’s eyes widened, and he became ecstatic, exclaiming, “You’re so cute, Jae-jin! Who’s this cute? How can you be so adorable?”
“Ah, okay, two times. Okay, because we’re two. Got it.”
“Uh, yeah, okay, uh-huh…”
“Jae-jin and Eui-woo, just the two of us. Now it’s really just us… Ha ha ha!”
***
When Jae-jin opened his eyes, he found himself in bed with Seo Eui-woo. The weight of Eui-woo’s arm around his waist was familiar and comforting. However, his body felt strange.
From head to toe, he felt a dull ache, and his skin was sticky and warm. Looking down, he saw bruises and welts all over his body, covered in a mix of sweat and semen. Usually, Seo Eui-woo would use his healing factor to soothe and clean him, but today he seemed to have skipped it.
Jae-jin tried to call out to Seo Eui-woo, but his voice was hoarse, and only a raspy sound escaped his lips.
“Uh, ugh.”
“Jae-jin!”
Seo Eui-woo responded immediately, wide awake. Yet, he hadn’t cleaned Jae-jin up, which was unusual.
“Ugh… What’s going on?” Jae-jin groaned in confusion.
Seo Eui-woo smiled brightly.
“I didn’t want it to end.”
“What…?”
“I didn’t want today to end. You look so beautiful right now, and it’s our first day together… Let’s stay like this a little longer, okay?”
Seo Eui-woo clung to Kwon Jae-jin and pressed a kiss against his cheek. Jae-jin didn’t mind the kisses, but his body, crushed under Eui-woo’s weight, was in utter agony. It felt like he had been beaten to a pulp by some thug. His ribs ached, as if they might have cracked, and his scraped skin stung sharply. As for the inside—there was no need to even mention it. Despite being thoroughly prepped, his inner walls were swollen, raw, and burning. If he spread himself open now, he was certain he’d see deep red bruising everywhere, from the shallowest point to the very depths.
“…I feel gross. I’m going to wash up…”
Jae-jin pushed Eui-woo away and tried to slide off the bed. But his legs, drained of strength, refused to cooperate. His knees trembled as he stretched his legs toward the edge of the mattress, only for Eui-woo to pull him right back down.
“Ugh, Seo Eui-woo.”
“Just a little longer.”
“I’m going to wash—”
“Not even for a second? Not even a little? You really can’t stand it?”
“Huuh…”
Jae-jin sighed helplessly and let his head fall onto Eui-woo’s shoulder, resting his chin against him as his body went limp. He was too exhausted to even lift a finger.
“Ah… wait, are you hurting? Is that why?”
“…….”
“But there’s no blood. Is it really that bad…? Do you need a healing factor?”
Eui-woo ran a hand along Jae-jin’s waist, his thick eyebrows furrowing slightly. He knew, of course, that healing him was the right thing to do. But even so, he felt a lingering reluctance. Jae-jin was completely drenched in him, from head to toe, and just looking at him like this—marked all over—was deeply satisfying.
Eui-woo reached out and lightly pressed his fingertips against one of Jae-jin’s reddened, swollen nipples.
“Ahhhn…!”
He hadn’t pinched or rubbed, just barely touched it—and yet, Jae-jin let out a shaky moan.
That alone made Eui-woo even more unwilling to heal him.
“Jae-jin, you really… haah…”
Eui-woo sighed in frustration. Because of Kwon Jae-jin, there wasn’t a single moment that passed without him losing his mind.
“No matter how I look at it, I think you’re the one making me into a crazy bastard.”
“Ugh… Seo Eui-woo…”
“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything. Right now, I really want to bite and suck on your nipples, but I’ll hold back.”
“…….”
“I’ll even inject the healing factor. My Jae-jin is delicate, after all… I have to endure. So don’t worry.”
“…….”
“Let’s heal you first, then we’ll get you cleaned up. I’ll wash you thoroughly, nice and gentle.”
With obvious reluctance, Eui-woo moved his hand slowly. A vial of healing factor floated into his palm, drawn by his ability. He bit off the cap, then injected the glowing blue liquid into Jae-jin’s body.
“Ugh.”
As the bruises faded and his body recovered, Kwon Jae-jin sank into a grim train of thought. If he ended up living in some remote valley in the Sixth Residential District, cut off from civilization, there would be no way to obtain healing factors. How the hell was he supposed to handle Seo Eui-woo then? The very idea was already overwhelming.
Healing factors were exhausting in their own way, but they were undeniably useful. Without them, having sex like this every time would leave his body in ruins. Would Eui-woo even be able to wait patiently for natural healing to take its course? Or would he just shove himself back into Jae-jin’s barely recovered hole and tear him apart all over again? It was a deeply valid concern.
One more thing to prepare for…
Jae-jin managed to open his unfocused eyes and buried his face against Eui-woo’s neck. Their sweat-slicked skin was sticky and hot against each other. It was unpleasant, but not as much as he’d expected. In fact, in this moment, staying close like this didn’t seem so bad.
Shifting slightly, Jae-jin pressed his lips to the firm line of Eui-woo’s throat. Something cool and metallic pressed between their skin.
It was a presence so familiar that it felt like an extension of Eui-woo himself.
The military dog tag.
The proof of an Awakened’s identity and affiliation.
Only now did Jae-jin register the foreign sensation of it, and as his gaze settled on the necklace, Eui-woo followed his line of sight and let out a low chuckle.
“Ah, right.”
Eui-woo grasped the dog tag and yanked it from his neck. With a sharp snap, the chain broke.
There was no hesitation, no second thought. It was as if he’d forgotten he had even been wearing it, as if his focus had been so entirely consumed by Jae-jin that such a thing never even entered his awareness.
“I don’t need it anymore.”
Eui-woo activated his ability.
The dog tag crumbled into dust.
A symbol so crucial that an Awakened could be disciplined for not carrying it—gone, reduced to nothing in an instant.
Eui-woo’s eyelids curved into a smile, his long, monolid eyes crinkling with effortless joy. He stretched his neck, now bare, now unburdened. Finally smooth.
Jae-jin had spent all day thinking that Eui-woo was acting like an unleashed dog. But it wasn’t a metaphor.
He was an unleashed dog.
Eui-woo nuzzled his cheek against Jae-jin’s, his flushed face glowing with an almost celestial radiance. His expression was as vast and unbound as the open sky, as boundless and deep as the ocean. Grand, magnificent, breathtaking.
“Jae-jin, let’s order rings.”
Necklaces weren’t necessary. As long as they had rings, that was enough.
Jae-jin agreed.
“…Yes. Let’s do that.”
Eui-woo placed his left hand over Jae-jin’s, aligning their ring fingers side by side. His voice, as he earnestly pondered what kind of rings to get, was so sweet it felt like a dream.
The bed sheets were in disarray, the lights shone brightly, and beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the vast blue ocean crashed into white foam.
Everything made Kwon Jae-jin feel alive.
Made him be alive.
Made him want to be alive.
The early evening sky pulsed with his heartbeat. The moonlight shimmered.
A full, perfect moon.
