“I’m out!”
Dongha cheered, steadying himself—but as he put weight on his legs, Jiseok’s fingers, still inside, brushed a sensitive spot.
“Hngh!”
A loud moan escaped. Dongha’s hole clenched around Jiseok’s fingers. Jiseok, still aroused, pushed them in a few more times.
“Hngh, Ugh.”
Through the gap in the wall, Dongha’s unmuffled moan reached Jiseok’s ears.
“Dongha…”
The slow, husky voice reignited Jiseok’s desire.
“Uh… Y-Yes…”
This time, it wasn’t just a moan—it was a real answer. Both understood the meaning behind the words. Jiseok’s fingers slid out. Dongha gripped the sofa tighter. Jiseok pulled Dongha’s wide pelvis closer and thrust his fully erect cock back into the slick, trembling hole. This time, he didn’t take it slow—he drove deep, hitting Dongha’s prostate in one swift motion.
“Ahk!”
Jiseok thrust hard and fast, imagining Dongha on the other side. Dongha gasped, his body overwhelmed by the sensations. Even the throbbing pain in his pelvis twisted into pleasure. The more sensitive he was to pain, the more intense the pleasure.
***
“So… what do we do about this now?”
Jiseok muttered, exhausted after multiple climaxes. Dongha, sitting beside him, scowled as he examined his red, swollen pelvis. The wide-open hole revealing Jiseok’s place felt strange. Seeing the white semen dripping from it made his cooling face flush again. What was I thinking? He’d never felt anything like that before. The pain had been real, but the pleasure had been overwhelming, blinding him to everything else.
More semen trickled from his buttocks. Dongha shivered, realizing how deep Jiseok had been inside him. It was his first time raw. The sensation lingered from head to toe, and his throat ached from screaming. Just thinking about it sent shivers down his spent body.
“Are you really going to keep this from the superintendent?”
At the word “superintendent,” Dongha whipped his head toward Jiseok.
“J-Just for a while. I don’t even have the money to fix it… Can you wait three months? I’ll be really quiet. Please?”
“You think we can hide it from the superintendent?”
“Well, if we don’t fight, he won’t come up…”
As he spoke, memories of their past fights flashed through his mind. Two people who’d been at each other’s throats, unable to even consider reconciliation, had become this intimate in half a day. It was unimaginable. Jiseok seemed to share the thought, smirking. Dongha, suddenly embarrassed, turned away—but lost his balance. The oil on his lower body made him slip.
“Whoa!”
Jiseok quickly reached out, catching Dongha’s wavy hair to break his fall. He gently lowered Dongha’s head and didn’t let go, turning his body sideways. Propped on his elbow, he looked down at Dongha.
Dongha’s wide, startled eyes met his as he tried to calm his racing heart. Thump, thump. Their foreheads bumped lightly, then—peck—Jiseok’s dry lips brushed his. Dongha blinked, flushed. Jiseok whispered gently,
“So, what you said earlier still stands? Cooking, laundry, cleaning…”
Dongha quickly understood and nodded vigorously. He felt Jiseok’s large hand cradling his head, stroking his hair. The hand tightened, lifting Dongha’s head slightly. A small voice murmured in front of Dongha’s trembling lips.
“And… ‘anything’?”
“Huh?”
Dongha’s surprised question echoed the words he’d shouted earlier:
I’ll do anything!
But… that “anything” isn’t the same anymore. Before he could protest, Jiseok’s lips pressed against his. The sweet kiss sent warmth flooding through his chilled body. Dongha clutched Jiseok’s clothes, just like when he’d grabbed his collar in anger. Alone in his dazed mind, he admitted—that “anything” might not be so bad.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
