- [303X304X305] Another Man
Eunsue barely realized that what he was clutching in his hand was a white bedsheet. Thud. Thud. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in his ears, and he finally understood that the shaking of his body—his hips raised, his ass in the air—was connected to it. His drunken mind, which had only been aware of the pleasant numbness spreading through his body, slowly began to register reality.
“Hah… hngh…”
He wondered if that moan had really come from his own mouth. His hands, gripping the sheet, trembled. The firm hand gripping his waist, the thud, thud of flesh colliding—every sensation was intoxicating. Yet, a flicker of fear crept in. Who? Who is this? But he didn’t want to stop. Every time a thick cock rammed into him from behind, Eunsue threw his head back and let out a ragged cry from his alcohol-dry throat. The hard thighs slapping against his ass, the cock thrusting deep inside him—his mind, barely regained, was swept away again by the waves of pleasure.
“Ahngh… hngh… fuuuh…”
Moans spilled from his throat, raw and hoarse. His hole, twitching, clenched tightly around the thick, hard intrusion, as if it had a mind of its own. He couldn’t control the way his insides sucked and pulsed around the cock. His own erection, fully hard and leaking clear fluid, swung in the air, occasionally brushing against his stomach and sending jolts of pleasure through him. He wanted to grab his own cock instead of the sheet—just a few strokes and he’d cum. The dull ache from earlier had long been numbed by the alcohol, leaving only the craving for more pleasure. His inner walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.
“Fuck… shit, so good… hngh… ugh…”
A man’s voice, husky and rough, seeped into Eunsue’s hazy mind. The question of who was quickly drowned out by the relentless waves of pleasure. The slap, slap of flesh grew faster, rougher, and Eunsue began to writhe.
“Aaaah! Ah—!”
His vision flashed white as he climaxed in an instant. His body convulsed, but the hand gripping his waist didn’t let go. The cock, still thrusting deep inside him, thud, thud, finally stilled with a violent shudder. The man pressed down hard on Eunsue’s ass, burying himself to the hilt as he came deep inside.
Only after the man pulled out with a sigh did the question resurface in Eunsue’s dazed mind. Who? Who was that? Who did I just…? The alcohol fogged his thoughts again. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the bed, his own cum smeared beneath him.
Thump. He lay there, staring blankly. Who was that? Who did I just… what did I…?
A soft touch on his back made him flinch. A large hand ruffled his damp, chocolate-brown hair. Thump. Thump. The sudden stimulation sent his heart racing. Who? He didn’t have the courage to turn around, so he just lay there, blinking at the familiar wallpaper. Wait… this is… my room? Did he bring me home? Who?
The alcohol cleared from his system in an instant. Fear gripped him. Why? How did this happen? He frantically searched his fragmented memories. He remembered going to the usual bar near his place alone, drinking as usual… then meeting the neighbor. One of the twins. The one with the thick eyebrows and high nose bridge, his sharp, handsome features vivid in his mind. The way those intense eyes had burned with desire as they drew close…
He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through him. Ugh. His own cum squelched beneath him. He couldn’t put any strength into his waist. The sudden movement sent a jolt of pain up his spine, sobering him further.
“You okay?”
The soft voice made him turn his head slightly. It was him—the neighbor. The twin from either 303 or 305, the one who lived on either side of his 304.
The question seemed rhetorical. The man wiped the sweat from his prominent brow with a lazy expression, then casually added, “I’ll go wash up.”
Without waiting for a response, the man strode to the bathroom. The sound of running water left Eunsue even more bewildered. When did we get this close? He couldn’t remember anything after clinking glasses. Exhausted from the effort, he fell back asleep.
***
Eunsue woke to his own cough. The room was dim—it was already evening. His stomach growled, and he realized he hadn’t eaten all day. His body ached, and his throat was dry. He dragged himself up, wincing at the soreness in his lower body, and stumbled to the fridge. Only kimchi. He opened the cabinet above the sink—empty. No cup noodles. Guess I have to go out.
He considered drinking water but decided against it, not wanting to make his sore throat worse. Grabbing his wallet, he slipped out, peeking cautiously at 303 and 305. Both were quiet. He closed his door with a soft click.
As he descended the stairs, he hesitated in front of the bar he’d been to last night. After a moment, he pushed the door open. He planned to ask the owner, a woman he was friendly with, if she remembered anything about him and the other man. And maybe order some hot fish cake udon instead of instant noodles.
“Back again? You drank a lot last night. Your stomach okay?”
The owner greeted him warmly. Eunsue forced a laugh and sat at a nearby table. When he ordered udon without alcohol, she smiled knowingly. He poured himself a glass of water and sipped it, warming his empty stomach. The place was unusually quiet for this hour—only five o’clock. As he waited, he decided to ask his questions after eating.
The hot broth and noodles filled his empty stomach, and he felt a bit better. Then, the thought of soju with the udon crossed his mind. Without hesitation, he got up, grabbed a cold bottle from the fridge, and returned to his table. The owner didn’t bat an eye—she was used to his habits. He took a sip, sighing in satisfaction. Ah, perfect. By the time he finished, two empty soju bottles and a half-eaten plate of chicken skewers sat on his table.
Just as he was about to leave, the door opened. Eunsue’s drunken eyes widened. That sharp, familiar face—the twin from last night. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. Before he knew it, he was on his feet, grabbing the man’s arm.
“Come here!”
“Huh?”
Drunk people were strong. Eunsue pulled the man to his table and sat him down across from him. He grabbed a new bottle of soju and two glasses, poured them both, and slid one toward the man. Their glasses clinked. Eunsue downed his in one go, his vision blurring for a moment. Blinking to clear his sight, he stared at the man’s flushed face. The neat, composed expression seemed unfamiliar, but those striking features were unmistakable. The neighbor, right? 304. The man seemed to say something, but Eunsue’s drunken brain was too focused on his own thoughts to register it.
“Who… who are you?”
The man tilted his head, then seemed to realize something. He smirked. “Your neighbor from 305.”
***
Flick. A hot hand brushed Eunsue’s cheek, then his lips. The serious expression was unfamiliar. Flick. Suddenly, they were sitting side by side. Eunsue’s hand slid up the man’s thigh. Who moved? Flick. Leaning against the man, they stumbled up the stairs. A hand pulled his nape into a kiss—hot, tingling, delicious. Flick. Eunsue came to on the freshly changed sheets, naked.
“Eunsue.”
The man’s low voice pressed down on him, heavy and intense.
“Haaah…”
He moaned as the man’s fingers teased his sensitive nipples. His cock, fully erect, twitched with every touch. The man’s soft lips trailed down his heaving chest. Kiss. Kiss. The kisses descended lower, and Eunsue’s cock jerked uncontrollably as the man’s body brushed against it. His mind grew hazy, and he clenched the white sheet in his fist.
“Ungh… nngh…”
The man spread Eunsue’s legs wide and buried his face between them. The wet, hot sensation of a tongue licking beneath the head of his cock made Eunsue gasp. The man’s tongue lapped up the shaft, avoiding the most sensitive spot, teasing him relentlessly. Eunsue’s hips bucked, and his fingers twisted the sheet as clear fluid leaked from his tip.
“What do you want me to do? Hmm?”
The gentle voice asked, lips moving over his scrotum.
“Hiiik!”
The sudden stimulation made him cry out. Pleasure shot up his spine, sending shivers down his neck. Panting, Eunsue squirmed, his body drenched in alcohol and arousal. The man lifted Eunsue’s legs, spreading them wide. His blurred vision locked onto the familiar face above him.
This angle… he’d seen it last night. Somewhere in his lost memories, he’d faced that lust-filled gaze. The overwhelming pleasure of climaxing, the best orgasm he’d had in a long time—it all rushed back. The memory sent fresh waves of arousal through him. He wanted that thick cock inside him again. His hole twitched, craving to be filled. The dull ache from last night had long been numbed by the alcohol. He only wanted pleasure, his inner walls clenching around nothing.
Something cold and slick pushed inside him.
“Nngh… hngh… no—”
It wasn’t what he wanted. He tried to twist away.
“Relax, or it’ll hurt.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
