The man’s thick cock filled him completely, Hyun’s inner walls clenching around him. The man’s thrusts grew harder, his grip on Hyun’s ass bruising. Hyun’s own cock, trapped between them, leaked pre-cum onto the man’s shirt. The tension coiled tighter—then snapped. A bolt of pleasure shot up Hyun’s spine, his climax hitting him from the inside out, something he’d never experienced before.
“Aaaah!”
His cry echoed in the entryway. The man’s arms held him steady as Hyun thrashed, the sensor light flickering back on, illuminating the veins in the man’s forearms. Hyun tried to pull away, overwhelmed, but with nowhere to go, he could only cling tighter. The man groaned, his own release spilling inside Hyun, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself.
Hyun’s cock, still hard, finally spilled cum between them, his body shuddering with aftershocks. His vision whited out, his mind blank with pleasure. The man’s cock pulsed inside him, still buried deep.
“Nngh…”
The man winced as Hyun’s inner walls clenched painfully around him. He lifted Hyun slightly, his cock slipping out with a wet sound, slick with cum. Hyun’s legs slid down, his body collapsing against the cold tiles. Cum dripped from between his ass cheeks, pooling beneath him.
The man tucked himself back into his pants, fastening his belt. Hyun, spent, looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. The man gathered the scattered bills and coins from the floor, then wiped the last cum-smeared coin on a nearby towel before pocketing the money. He offered Hyun a hand, but Hyun shook his head.
“Then I’ll go.”
“Mr. Pizza, when’s your next shift? I want to order when you’re working.”
The man chuckled. “Eating too much fast food isn’t good for you.”
“Fast food like this? Maybe once in a while is okay.”
The man just grinned, avoiding the question. Hyun picked up the red cap from the floor and handed it to him. The man put it on, the logo catching the yellow light. As he reached for the doorknob, Hyun called out, “Hey, what’s your name?”
“Mr. Pizza.”
With a playful wink, the man stepped out, closing the door behind him. The lock clicked. The sensor light flickered off, leaving Hyun in darkness, cum still dripping between his legs.
***
Hyun wobbled to his feet and headed for the bathroom, replaying the man’s words. He lives next door but won’t even give his name. A clear rejection. Disappointed, he sighed and finished his shower.
Dressing, he remembered the mess on the floor. He turned toward the entrance—just as the sensor light flared and the doorbell rang.
“Who is it?”
“Pizza~!”
The familiar voice made Hyun blink. He hesitated, then pressed the door unlock button and opened it. The same soft-faced man stood there, this time in a gray hoodie, his damp hair dripping onto his neck.
“Forgot something?”
“Not Mr. Pizza. I’m Shin Woo-joo, your neighbor. Instead of asking about work hours, how about asking when I’m free?”
“Huh?”
“Forget fast food. Want to go out for slow food with me?”
Hyun’s confusion melted into a smile. He pulled Woo-joo inside by the arm. “I’m Kang Hyun. I do like slow food… but I kinda want more fast food first.”
“Aha. You eat a lot, huh? So do I.”
Woo-joo’s grin widened as Hyun’s dampness seeped into his gray hoodie.
***
Hyun reheated the last two slices of frozen pizza, embarrassed. Exhausted and starving, neither of them had the energy for anything fancier than the convenience store downstairs.
“Sorry, this is all I’ve got.”
“I like pizza. Come here.”
Woo-joo lifted the blanket, revealing his side. Hyun’s eyes caught on the long, red marks—his nail marks—along Woo-joo’s ribs. He set the pizza tray down and slid under the blanket, pressing against Woo-joo’s solid body. “Do you work at the pizza place because you like pizza?”
“Not exactly.”
Woo-joo took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. Hyun studied his fair, youthful face—three years younger, and built like this? “Eat, hyung.”
Woo-joo offered Hyun the half-eaten slice. Hyun bit into it without hesitation, their lips almost brushing. Woo-joo’s eyes crinkled, delighted. “How long have you worked there? The usual delivery guy quit?”
“Wait, you didn’t eat pizza with him too, right?”
“Aren’t you the one who asked if I live alone every time you delivered?”
“I’ve only delivered here. I’m not a part-timer.”
“Then what are you?”
Woo-joo just laughed, taking another bite. Hyun grabbed his wrist, but Woo-joo kept chewing, ignoring the question. “Answer me.”
“Uh… the owner’s son? Haha. It’s my parents’ shop.”
Hyun blinked. No wonder he was so clumsy yesterday. “You were just waiting for a chance to talk to me? You always order on Wednesdays or Thursdays.”
“Yeah, I just wanted to get to know you. I didn’t expect it to go this well.” Woo-joo’s smile faltered. “So… is it just me? Or are there—”
Hyun cut him off with a kiss, tasting pizza on his lips. “First time for me too. And I’ve been obsessed with this pepperoni pizza for six months.”
“Huh, really?”
“Yeah. Guess I’m loyal to my favorites.”
Woo-joo kissed him again, murmuring, “Great choice, customer.”
Hyun’s laugh was swallowed by another kiss. The last slice of pizza went cold, forgotten, as they heated up all over again.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
