Fingers, slippery and wet, pressed into his tight, clenching hole. Two fingers stretched him open, and his inner walls pulsed around them. The stimulation made his cock leak more pre-cum, dripping onto his stomach. The slick head rubbed against his abs, sending jolts of pleasure through him.
“Ahh! Nngh! Put it in… hngh… the big one… ungh… put it in me…”
The man pressed his legs down further and finally pushed his cock inside. The thick, desired sensation filled Eunsue, making him moan.
“Fuck… so tight… haah…”
The man gritted his teeth, slowly pushing deeper into the slick, clenching heat. Once fully sheathed, he exhaled sharply and licked Eunsue’s upper lip, his reddened tongue glistening.
“Such a slutty body…”
The cock pulled back slightly, then thrust in again, dragging against Eunsue’s inner walls. Eunsue gasped, his body arching. The man gripped his legs tightly and began to move—thud, thud—faster, deeper.
“Right next door… fuck.”
“Aah! Ah! Hngh!”
The soft, clinging walls sent waves of pleasure up the man’s cock, making him grit his teeth to hold back his climax. He picked up speed, thud, thud, the sound of flesh slapping growing louder.
“Haa… why now… fuck, so good!”
The wet, squelching sounds turned into sharp slaps as their bodies collided. Eunsue’s legs, hooked over the man’s arms, trembled with every thrust. His fingers clawed at the sheet, his throat straining as veins stood out.
“Aaaah! Ah! Nngh!”
His body screamed as pleasure overwhelmed him. Just like last night—writhing, screaming, drowning in ecstasy. His alcohol-fogged brain was pulled into sharp focus by the relentless thrusts, only to be swallowed again by pleasure. Every time the cock hit that sensitive spot deep inside, his vision flashed white. The frantic pace slowed, the man grinding deep, his forehead pressing against Eunsue’s chest, right over his hardened nipple.
“Fuck… haa… I could go crazy from how good you feel, Eunsue… so fucking good.”
Hot breath fanned over his chest. Eunsue shivered, turning his head away. The man kissed his cheek, then looked down at him again. Slow, deep thrusts continued to fill him.
“Look at me. Here.”
Eunsue’s pleasure-twisted face turned toward him. The visual stimulation made the man bite his lower lip and press Eunsue’s legs down further. He lowered his body until his hair tickled Eunsue’s nape, then suddenly increased his pace—thud, thud—driving his cock in hard. Eunsue’s cock rubbed against his stomach, leaking pre-cum as pleasure built relentlessly.
Then, the man’s cock hit that spot deep inside again. Eunsue’s fingers turned white as he clenched the sheet. His head threw back, his body convulsing as he came, his cock spurting cum onto his stomach. His mind went blank.
***
He was gone again. The same thing had happened. The man was nowhere to be seen, but the evidence—cum on his body, the sheets—was undeniable. Again. Eunsue opened his mouth to say again, but his throat was too sore.
Fragments of memory remained. Fuck. He didn’t even consider quitting drinking. He blamed his drunkenness for pulling the man in, but then shrugged—it’s not the first time. Maybe this confirmed their status as sex partners, nothing more. If it were serious, the man wouldn’t have left twice without a word.
He didn’t bother sitting up, lying there as his thoughts spun. Fortunately—or unfortunately—the man’s appearance was close to Eunsue’s type. Decent body, above-average technique and size. Even his drunk brain, weak to pleasure, had thoroughly enjoyed both encounters.
But… which unit was he? 305? Or 303? Fuck. He squeezed his throbbing head, but nothing came clear. He didn’t even know the man’s name. Damn it. Maybe he should cut back on drinking. He rolled over, feeling something trickle between his legs. Ah, fuck. No condom? Then he remembered—last night, he hadn’t felt cum inside him. Did we use one last time? His head pounded, but he thought they had. Why not this time? Frowning, he forced himself to sit up, wincing as his body protested.
The room spun. Thud. He collapsed back onto the bed, more cum seeping out.
“Ha… fuck.”
His sore throat rasped. Two nights in a row of rough sex left his legs weak. He managed to stand, intending to drink water and shower. But on the small table, he spotted a hangover relief drink. He stared at it, suspicious. What’s this? What does it mean? Just a fuckbuddy? Or something more?
Eunsue, who had been lost in his worries, decided he needed to put something—anything—into his exhausted body. He grabbed a bottle. Crack. He twisted off the cap and chugged it down in one go, slamming the empty bottle onto the table with a thud.
What the hell? Was he really this meticulous? Eunsue had assumed the guy was careless after seeing how he left the bathroom in a mess. But now, the corner of his stiff lips twitched upward into a faint smile. The drink sliding down his throat seemed to revive him a little. He stepped toward the bathroom, turned on the light, and cautiously peeked inside, afraid he might slip again. But the bathroom was spotless. Did he leave without washing up? The shower puff hanging on the wall was still damp, though. He definitely showered here. But aside from the moisture, there was no sign anyone had been here at all—the neatly arranged items left Eunsue bewildered.
“What the…” he muttered, scanning the tidy, narrow space. Then, suddenly, something dawned on him. “Twins… twins…” His voice trailed off, hollow. He clapped a hand over his mouth. His heart pounded, drowning out everything else. It was someone else!
Whether it was 303 or 305 didn’t matter anymore. Eunsue had slept with both of them.
Barely recovering from the shock, Eunsue turned on the shower. The water cascaded down his back as he stood there, dazed, for a long time. Then, his trembling legs gave out, and he crumpled to the floor. The lukewarm water pattered against his head and back. He wished it were hotter—or colder—but he didn’t adjust the temperature. His mind was a tangled mess, replaying the same thought over and over.
What do I do? I’m fucked. I slept with two guys in one day. Is this cheating? And not just anyone—they’re twin brothers who live right next to each other. He didn’t know why they lived separately, but they were brothers. Sooner or later, they’d talk, and everything would come out.
He had no idea which one was a one-night stand, which one was serious, or which one he’d had sex with first. His alcohol-soaked memories were a black hole. Maybe it’s for the best? What the hell did I even do? His silent scream of self-loathing echoed in his mind. Panic gripped him, his thoughts spiraling as he muttered, What do I do? over and over. Suddenly, he jerked his head up. His legs, numb from crouching, tingled as blood rushed back. He winced, forcing them to move, and finally turned to face the water properly. The only thought in his head was: I need to wash up and get out of here. I have to fix this somehow.
***
Ding-dong. He cautiously pressed the bell for 303. Drops of water still fell from his hastily dried hair. He swallowed hard, waiting for a response. But instead of an answer, he heard the click of the lock disengaging. The door swung open abruptly. The man didn’t even ask who it was—just yanked the door wide and stared at Eunsue, dazed.
“Huh? Miss me already?” The man grinned, pulling Eunsue inside by the shoulder before he could protest. Miss him? Before Eunsue could even think of a retort, he was dragged inside, helpless against the man’s rough grip. The apartment was a mess—clothes strewn everywhere, beer cans piled up. But what caught his eye most was the bed. A huge bed, right in the middle of the living room. The sheets were rumpled, the blanket haphazardly bunched up.
“Why is the bed…”
“I fall asleep watching TV a lot, so I just moved it. Don’t worry about it, come here.” Normally, people moved the TV to the bedroom, not the other way around. Eunsue sat on the edge of the bed as the man led him, scanning the chaotic room. The casual tone, the careless attitude—this was definitely the man from 303, not the one from last night.
Before Eunsue could finish his thought, the man suddenly stripped off his T-shirt right in front of him. Thud. The discarded shirt landed at their feet. Eunsue’s eyes flicked up from the floor to the man’s toned chest and abs.
“What are you—”
The man pushed Eunsue down onto the bed, straddling him and rolling up his shirt. “You showered, right?”
“W-Wait, just—just a second!” Eunsue tried to push him away, but his hands were pinned against the man’s solid chest. The man’s lower body pressed between Eunsue’s legs, forcing them apart. Eunsue didn’t even realize when his pants came off—only that the man’s bare, muscular thighs were now pressing against his own, spreading them wider.
“Why so sudden—Mmph!”
The man’s mouth covered his, the faint taste of beer lingering. The alcohol fumes made Eunsue’s empty, hungover stomach lurch. The man’s tongue invaded his mouth, teasing and sucking, tracing the soft flesh inside his cheeks and the smooth ridges of his palate. Even as Eunsue’s mind reeled, his body responded honestly to the stimulation. The man’s hand groped his chest, pinching his nipple, and Eunsue’s cock twitched, swelling against his pants. His muffled protests turned into moans.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
