Yoo Ji-ho ran his hand along the veined length of his cock and pressed it directly between Baek Hye-seong’s thighs. As the slick tip brushed against the soft flesh, Hye-seong hastily clapped a hand over his mouth. The blunt head of Ji-ho’s cock threatened to push inside, pressing insistently against the entrance. Hye-seong leaned his forehead against the wall, desperately trying to stifle any sound.
Ji-ho reached around from behind and gripped Hye-seong’s chin, his narrow, snake-like eyes tracing the flushed, post-orgasmic expression on Hye-seong’s face with amusement.Â
“I wonder how shocked people would be.”Â
“……”Â
“If they found out Yoo Ji-ho was fucking his guide right here.”
A sharp gasp escaped Hye-seong as his body jerked. Ji-ho found it entertaining how Hye-seong reacted so intensely to something that would never actually happen. Watching the white, tense body tremble with anticipation sent a thrill through him, as if his cock were already being squeezed tight—even though he hadn’t entered yet.
“N-No, don’t……!”Â
“Don’t?”
Ji-ho feigned surprise at the rare protest. Hye-seong shook his head frantically.Â
“You can’t! It’ll be a disaster!”
If they went through with it, there would be no turning back. The initiation ceremony might end before they got there, and Hye-seong doubted he could walk out of here looking normal afterward.
But Ji-ho was intrigued by Hye-seong’s immediate reaction. As he pressed his cock against the entrance, Hye-seong shook his head, biting his lip hard. Large, tearful eyes began to well up—just as Ji-ho had intended.
The thought of sliding inside and making Hye-seong sob had crossed his mind, but the urge was stronger than he expected. The idea of reducing him to tears like that sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
“Please, don’t put it in… I’m begging you… Not here……”
Hye-seong’s desperate plea made Ji-ho hesitate for a moment. He studied the face twisted in anxiety, feeling the grip of Hye-seong’s hand on his arm. Those wide eyes were on the verge of spilling thick tears.
“Let’s go to the hotel instead, okay……?”Â
“……”
After a moment of silent contemplation, Ji-ho let out a sigh.Â
“But I can’t leave you like this.”
With those words, Hye-seong’s body was yanked back against him. The moment their lower halves pressed together, Hye-seong’s eyes flew open, his body stiffening in shock. Fortunately, instead of pushing inside, Ji-ho’s cock slid downward.
“Ngh—!”
Ji-ho pulled Hye-seong’s hips back again, making him squirm in surprise. Hye-seong thought Ji-ho had finally given in and entered him, but there was no pain—only the thick shaft sliding between his thighs, grinding against his perineum.
Unfamiliar with the sensation, Hye-seong clenched his legs, shoulders tensing. Ji-ho groaned low, thrusting his hips upward as if he were penetrating him. The force knocked Hye-seong off balance, and he braced himself against the wall with his hands.
“Ah……!”Â
“Shh.”
Hye-seong bit his lip, stifling his moan. Ji-ho’s large hand tilted his chin up, and their lips met—Ji-ho nipping at the soft flesh before forcing his tongue inside.
Hye-seong’s body swayed with each movement, making it difficult to even return the kiss. He tore his mouth away first, burying his face against his arm on the wall as he struggled to suppress another moan.Â
“Please… slower… nngh……!”
His ragged breaths misted against the cold wall. Ji-ho’s hips snapped forward, slapping against him like he was spanking his ass, and an odd sensation began to build. Ji-ho was holding Hye-seong’s cock, but only to keep it out of the way as he thrust between his thighs. It felt more like his ass was being pounded against Ji-ho’s thighs, yet the pleasure was undeniable.
“Haa, Hye-seong… ah……”Â
“A-Ah, nngh—!”
Every time the thick shaft rubbed between his thighs, it felt like Ji-ho was actually inside him. The friction, rough and dry, sent waves of heat spreading through his legs, overwhelming him.
Pinned against the wall with nowhere to go, Ji-ho continued to drive into him relentlessly. He licked the shell of Hye-seong’s ear before whispering in a low voice,Â
“Keep your legs together. Squeeze me.”Â
“Nnngh……!”
Hye-seong’s body went slack with the command, but Ji-ho urged him on mercilessly. Confused, Hye-seong glanced down at his thighs, where the flushed tip of Ji-ho’s cock peeked out between his pale legs. He tried to clench them, but Ji-ho just sighed.
“Haa… Eat lots of cake when we get back.”Â
“Hngh… y-yes……”
Hye-seong had done his best, but it clearly wasn’t enough for Ji-ho.
After tormenting him for what felt like an eternity, Ji-ho pulled his cock free from between Hye-seong’s thighs and pressed it against his entrance again.Â
“Ah—!”
His hand released Hye-seong’s cock, instead gripping one ass cheek and spreading him open. Hye-seong froze, eyes wide, as the thick head pressed insistently against his hole, making his body jerk involuntarily.
Ji-ho was definitely toying with him. The smirk on his face confirmed it.
This is so unfair……
Before the thought could fully form, Ji-ho chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around Hye-seong, pulling him close as he slid his cock back between his thighs.Â
“Nngh, ah……!”
Startled by the sudden embrace, Hye-seong barely had time to react before Ji-ho was pressed flush against his back, hips snapping forward with brutal force. He tried to tense his thighs like Ji-ho had said, but the speed was too much—he could barely keep his balance.
“Ah, haa… fuck……”Â
“Nnngh……!”
Ji-ho’s hot breath against his ear made him flinch. The hand wrapped around his cock sent another jolt of stimulation through him—even though he had already come in Ji-ho’s jacket earlier. His body’s betrayal frustrated him.
“Ah, nngh—don’t touch me—!”
Hye-seong rose onto his toes, body writhing as the pleasure built. When he tried to cover himself, Ji-ho caught his wrist.
Pushed against the wall, his chest pressed flat, Hye-seong could only listen to the rhythmic thud of their bodies colliding, the wall shaking with each thrust. He bit his lip hard to keep from making a sound, thighs clenching desperately as he fought off his climax.
“Haa… Should I come inside you?”Â
“W-What? Ah—!”Â
“I’ll just come inside. Ah, haa…… Like last time—hold it in until we get to the hotel. Okay?”
“N-No, ah—!”
Huff! Hye-seong clapped a hand over his mouth, realizing he had shouted. He remembered all too well how he had struggled to keep from leaking on the way home after their last encounter in the car—how his underwear and pants had been ruined despite his efforts. And the look Ji-ho had given him when he noticed……
Hye-seong stayed frozen, hand still over his mouth. Ji-ho gently removed it, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His narrow, snake-like eyes watched Hye-seong’s reaction in silence, the wide, rapidly blinking eyes betraying his panic.
“Really? You don’t want me to?”
Another kiss, this time on the lips, made Hye-seong’s eyes widen as he sealed them shut.
Ji-ho could tell—just a little more pressure, and Hye-seong would cave. In fact, he already had.
“Haa… fuck……”
The sight was almost enough to make Ji-ho laugh, but the heat in his gaze didn’t fade. A sudden thought crossed his mind.Â
“What if I were just a little worse to you?”Â
“……”Â
“Would that make things easier for me?”
Hye-seong hesitated, unsure what he meant.Â
“I-I don’t understand……”Â
“Just curious.”
He searched for an answer but found none. All he could see were those docile, upturned eyes, fixed on him even in this situation.
“Stop looking at me like that. Fuck……”Â
“Huh? Nngh, ah—!”
Ji-ho thrust harder, pinning Hye-seong against the wall. The pressure against his back forced a pained moan from his lips.Â
“Ah……!”
Abruptly, Ji-ho pulled back, yanking Hye-seong’s shirt and jacket up to his shoulder blades. Thick cum splattered across his pale skin, dripping down his back and pooling in the dip of his spine.
Ji-ho’s hand, gripping Hye-seong’s waist, stood out with veins as the heat of his release pulsed through him.Â
“Haa, haa……”Â
“……”
Hye-seong stayed pressed against the wall, panting for a long time. He had come in Ji-ho’s hand not long ago, and now he was losing control again. If the wall hadn’t been there to support him, he would have collapsed.
Ji-ho took his time admiring the sight before wiping the cum from Hye-seong’s back with his already soiled jacket.
With effortless grace, Ji-ho straightened Hye-seong’s clothes, fixing his shirt and pulling up his pants. Hye-seong remained dazed throughout, barely registering the movements.
“What’s wrong?”
He was probably just now realizing the gravity of what they’d done.
“Guide Baek Hye-seong.”
“……”
Hye-seong’s blank, wide-eyed stare slowly met his.
“We just fucked right here, didn’t we?”
Ji-ho, who had been affecting a serious tone moments ago, now grinned as he reminded Hye-seong of the undeniable truth.
The last of the resistance drained from Hye-seong’s pupils as reality set in.
Ji-ho, ever considerate, tidied Hye-seong’s disheveled hair and clothes with a few quick motions. In no time, Hye-seong looked as neat and proper as ever—except for his flushed cheeks and ears.
There was likely still cum staining the inside of Hye-seong’s dress pants. Of course, Ji-ho’s jacket was far worse off.
“……”Â
“……”
Hye-seong’s eyes, wide with horror, remained fixed on the jacket.
“Uwaah!”
Amused by the reaction, Ji-ho suddenly thrust the jacket toward Hye-seong’s face. Hye-seong flinched back as if he’d seen a ghost. Ji-ho found it hilarious and repeated the motion several more times.
