Kim Sibaek trembled uncontrollably, his breath hitching as if something were lodged in his throat. Tae Woon gently rubbed his back, covering his face with tender kisses. The pain was still there, but Sibaek’s ragged, shallow breathing gradually began to ease.
“Just the tip’s in,” Tae Woon murmured, his voice shaky, strained from the tight pressure.
“If it’s too much, we can stop,” Tae Woon offered, concern lacing his tone.
“It’s already torn… it’d be a waste to stop now,” Sibaek replied, his voice thin but resolute.
“But it’ll hurt more…”
Sibaek, his head resting on Tae Woon’s shoulder, shook it slightly. The pain was worse than he’d expected—but it was still within the range of what he could bear. What truly worried him was whether something that size could even go all the way in.
“I’m okay,” he whispered.
“If you want to stop, just say the word. And if you can’t even talk… pull my hair,” Tae Woon said.
Sibaek let out a small, breathy laugh despite himself, his body quivering from the effort.
“Don’t make me laugh… my stomach hurts. It makes it worse,” he complained, his voice tinged with a smile.
Tae Woon waited patiently for the laughter to subside before slowly shifting his hips. The blood’s wetness made things slightly easier—or maybe it was the way the thick tip had already forced its way in—but it felt like it was going in a little smoother now.
The pain he had started to grow numb to surged awake the moment that foreign heat filled him. As the thick shaft slowly pushed in, grinding against the torn inner flesh, Kim Sibaek sank his teeth into Tae Woon’s shoulder, overwhelmed by the burning sensation in his lower belly.
Of course it hurt—how could it not, when it was tearing through an already raw wound? The pain stacked atop itself, wave after unbearable wave. The torn entrance, continuously rubbed raw, and the dull, forceful heat that shoved its way into his gut—together they drove him to the brink, as if pain had become the only sensation left in his body.
He panted, bit down hard on Tae Woon’s shoulder, clenched his teeth, and clawed at his back in desperation. His shoulders heaved, and cold sweat slicked the back of his neck.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Tae Woon whispered, pressing a kiss to the furrow between Sibaek’s brows.
“I’m going to push it all in at once. I think… it’ll be easier that way,” he said.
The slow, tentative motion paused—and then Tae Woon thrust in hard, all at once.
“Ahk! Haa, ah!” Sibaek’s voice shot up into a high-pitched cry, almost a scream. Tae Woon shoved apart the thighs that instinctively tried to close up, pressing in with force, heedless of the bleeding wound.
Sibaek’s breathing spiraled into chaos. He couldn’t match the sudden speed of penetration, and his flailing hand slipped from Tae Woon’s back. Tae Woon caught it and pinned it to the bed, driving his hips forward with force. Finally, the thickest part of his cock tore through and sank into the entrance.
It felt like being impaled on a red-hot iron rod. The searing pain eclipsed reason—he couldn’t even scream. The tight inner walls were ripped apart as they were forced open. It felt like his body was being split in two, the brutal intrusion carving him open from below without resistance.
A heavy hammer seemed to slam into his insides, and the agony pounded at his lower belly. His head jerked back reflexively, and the pressure below pressed up into his chest, making it impossible to breathe. That’s when he finally realized—it was in, all the way to the root. Tae Woon’s hot, ragged breaths fanned across his face.
“Haa, ugh… this is insane,” Sibaek gasped.
More than the pain, what truly shook him was the realization that Tae Woon was fully buried inside his torn body. Almost without thinking, he pressed a trembling hand against the place between them, feeling his abdomen. His skin bulged unnaturally, as if it would burst from being so stretched.
“Did you really… huu, put it all in?” he asked.
“Yeah…” Tae Woon gave a soft, breathy laugh. Then, as if inviting Sibaek to feel every inch of it, he began to move his hips—slow, deliberate circles. The sensation of something thick and rigid, packed so tightly it felt like it could explode, scraping along his inner walls sent a jolt through him.
“Ahh! This is too… ahk!” Sibaek clutched Tae Woon’s forearm instinctively, even as he gasped.
“How does it feel?” Tae Woon asked, his voice low.
“It’s… weird. Ahhuu, really weird,” Sibaek panted.
His thoughts felt like they were crumbling. Words wouldn’t come properly. If it had only hurt, it might have been easier—but the presence of someone else’s body inside him, something he’d never imagined, filled him with a dizzying confusion.
He reached out, gently brushing Tae Woon’s face. The lights were off, so he couldn’t see clearly—but at least Tae Woon’s expression didn’t seem pained.
“Do you… like it?” Sibaek asked.
“It feels like I’m going to break because you’re so tight… but I think I could die from how good it feels,” Tae Woon replied with a strained laugh.
Sibaek gave him a weak pinch on the cheek, a small expression of reproach, but his hand quickly lost strength and slipped away.
Tae Woon slid his arm under Sibaek’s waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. Their bare chests pressed together, and the heat from Tae Woon’s body wrapped around him like a blanket. As the searing warmth enveloped him, Sibaek’s ragged breathing slowly leveled out. Once he’d taken a few more steady breaths, he gave Tae Woon’s back a soft pat, signaling that he was ready.
“I’m going to move now,” Tae Woon murmured, having waited patiently for Sibaek to adjust. He inhaled deeply.
Sibaek had braced himself for a rough rhythm, but instead Tae Woon began with slow, shallow movements, gently rotating his hips. Despite the gentleness, the feeling of his inner walls being stretched and rubbed was so intense that Sibaek bit his lip hard, barely holding back a moan.
The pain at the entrance still burned, sharp enough to make his strained thighs tremble. But what really pushed him to the edge was the way Tae Woon’s cock stirred inside him, digging deep as if searching for something in his gut. The pain itself—he could handle that. What unsettled him was the strangeness of it all. It felt like Tae Woon was probing around inside him for a purpose, and that thought alone made it even harder to bear.
“This feels… weird, so just—!”
He’d meant to say Just move however you want, but the words died in his throat. A sudden jolt shot up from his lower belly, and a shiver ran down his spine. He knew, at least in theory, that men could feel pleasure like this—but somehow, he’d never seriously thought about it until now.
And honestly? It sounded stupid, but the idea that he might actually enjoy sex with Tae Woon had never really occurred to him.
Their sex had always felt more like a ritual—something driven by Tae Woon’s overwhelming hunger, a way of carving each other into their bodies—rather than a pursuit of pleasure. But now, tangled in that same rhythm, his own desire had started to rise, uninvited.
Flustered, Sibaek slapped a hand over his mouth. Tae Woon, still moving slowly, brushing deep along his inner walls as if searching, curled his lips into a crooked smile.
“Ah, found it.”
Sibaek didn’t dare ask Found what?—he’d sound even more pathetic. Panic welled up in him, and he desperately hoped Tae Woon would just pretend he hadn’t noticed. But once Tae Woon set his mind on something, he never backed off that easily.
Still buried deep inside, Tae Woon began poking at a tender, hidden spot along Sibaek’s inner wall. Even through the dull throb of torn flesh, a sharp, stinging pleasure sparked and surged upward, impossible to ignore.
“Nnngh…”
“Starting to feel it, huh?”
He didn’t wait for a reply. Tae Woon’s hand reached down and gently stroked Sibaek’s cock. Limp from the shock of penetration, it was slowly regaining firmness. The unmistakable heat of arousal had slipped into Sibaek’s whimpers, and that reaction alone pulled a deeper grin from Tae Woon.
If only the night lamp had been on, Sibaek might’ve seen that smile and braced himself. Might’ve realized what was coming. But the room was steeped in darkness. So, just as he’d begun adjusting to the steady, shallow thrusts, Tae Woon suddenly pulled out in one smooth motion. And before Sibaek could react, he slammed back in—hard, all the way to the base.
“Ahhh—! Hnngh!”
His walls were still painfully tight and dry, but once the path had been forced open, Tae Woon plowed through without hesitation. The thick, unyielding head jabbed the sensitive spot with brutal precision, while the veined shaft dragged roughly against it with every stroke.
Sibaek’s vision went white.
Agonizing pain from raw, torn flesh clashed violently with the raw, overwhelming pleasure of having his most sensitive point ruthlessly stimulated. It all slammed into him at once—burning, dizzying, and utterly blinding.
