INT Ch 5.3

Their lower abdomens brushed against each other lightly, sending a strong electric-like current down their spines. When their lips touched, an extreme pleasure made their whole bodies tremble. Their breathing became more intense, almost turning into moans. Haewon felt like he was about to cry. His throat kept tightening.

“In bed, huh? Ah, wait. Bed…, bed.”

He clearly frowned. He rubbed his lips against his cheek and chin. When Haewon pressed his wet lips against Hyun Woojin’s ear, the hand that was interlocked with his gripped so tightly that it hurt.

“Hand, hand…, it hurts. Hand.”

When Haewon showed his pain, Hyun Woojin released his grip. The whitened fingers between the gaps were released. His joints hurt. Haewon grabbed his collar with his freed hand and pulled Hyun Woojin’s upper body down. Hyun Woojin resisted being pulled down, bracing with his elbows. Half in a plank position, his arm muscles trembled as if they were about to burst.

“If you can’t stand it, say it with words. Set the conditions first.”

His voice became more serious than ever. He didn’t trust his own self-control. Haewon ignored his words as if they were a foreign language and quickly shook his head.

He deliberately lifted his hips and pressed against his groin. The thick, club-like thing that was swollen to the point of bursting on his left thigh seemed to hurt even with gentle pressure. He kept letting out painful breaths.

“Actually, I…, in bed, talking, ah, talking to you….”

“Why do you keep talking about the bed, ugh.”

Haewon wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pressed his lips against his. Saliva dripped from their joined lips. It was wet. The tongue play that stimulated the mucous membranes became gradually rougher. His breath was hot, and his chest, which was desperately supporting his own weight with his elbows and pulling down Haewon’s weight, rose and fell rapidly.

Haewon almost hung onto him, wrapping his legs around his thighs. He tried to bend his knees by pressing on the back of Hyun Woojin’s knees, but it wasn’t easy. His well-trained physical body resisted more than expected. A struggle ensued between him trying to minimize the contact area and Haewon trying to increase it, both breathless.

Haewon, too, was using all his strength to pull him down, and his arms around his neck were trembling. He kept lifting his hips, which also required strength. He regretted neglecting bodyweight exercises.

Haewon moved his hands to his shoulders and back. The spine under his dress shirt was sticky with sweat. His upper body inside the shirt was hot.

“Aren’t you feeling stuffy?”

Haewon pulled down his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

“Ah, what about the bed?”

When he unbuttoned two buttons and tried to unbutton more, he grabbed his hand and pulled it away. He was trying to endure, practicing abstinence, with wet hair sticking to his forehead. Haewon lay exhausted on the bed. He pinned his wrist to the bed as if it were the cause of all this.

“Take it off.”

“Set the conditions first.”

“Hold me.”

“Set the conditions first.”

“Sir.”

“That’s not a condition.”

“Old man.”

“What about the phone call in bed?”

Hyun Woojin asked, finally catching his breath after barely separating from Haewon.

“I did it while listening to your voice.”

“…”

He breathed painfully again. His chest heaved. His narrow, snake-like eyes without double eyelids scanned Haewon’s face with a sticky gaze.

“Is it…? Huh? Why…, that’s weird.”

Haewon said to him. With his upper body held by Hyun Woojin’s hand, he couldn’t sit up and barely lifted himself with his shoulders, struggling to reach him.

“Let go. It hurts… Huh?”

He let go of his hand. Haewon stretched his arm over his shoulder and tightly hugged Hyun Woojin’s back. He touched his back as much as he wanted, the back that used to hide him, protect him, guard him, and speak for him.

“I like your voice. Your voice…, I like it.”

This was sincere. Haewon didn’t dislike Hyun Woojin, but he liked his voice.

“Do it again.”

Tell me anything. Say anything.

He whispered, clinging to his neck. His lips sucked on his earlobe and rubbed against his cheek. As he tried to find his lips, his hand finally moved. He grabbed Haewon’s shirt. He was trying to take off his clothes.

Haewon looked down at Hyun Woojin’s hand, tense. The fist clutching the hem of his shirt was so tightly gripped that the knuckles turned white.

He was no ordinary man. He pulled up the hem of his shirt enough to reveal his navel, then let it down again. Now Haewon couldn’t stand it. He was a cruel man. How futile language was, yet he was obsessed with such words and tried to extract them no matter what. His foolishness and arrogance in trying to make him submit were hateful.

He said there was no next life…

He said such cruel words.

Haewon knew. He was no longer trying to get rid of Hyun Woojin like solving a bothersome problem. It was impossible.

“I think I have some integrity by now…”

“…”

He asked in a husky voice. Haewon neither nodded nor shook his head. He just looked at him with resentful eyes. Even though he had his left thigh brutally erect to the point of tearing his pants, he was pretending not to know. Haewon looked at him resentfully and suddenly grabbed his hard.

“Hnng…!”

His knees, which wouldn’t bend no matter what, finally gave way and sank onto the bed.

“Why do you demand integrity from me when you don’t have it yourself?”

He rubbed his hard through his pants as if he would burst it. When he pressed his sensitive tip with his hand, he showed an unexpected reaction. Just because it was Haewon’s hand, he seemed to be excited. He liked his hand playing. The fingers that he had put in his mouth and sucked and licked were now touching Hyun Woojin’s hard.

“Haewon, wait, wait a moment.”

He tried to get up in a panic, and Haewon followed him, kneeling and facing him. It was a distance where he could touch Hyun Woojin’s hard better. Using his entire arm, he rubbed his hard as if grabbing it, and looked into his eyes.

“Is Hyun Woojin ready to take off his clothes in front of me? Are you ready to take them off only in front of me?”

“Ugh…”

Unable to bear the stimulation, he rested his heated forehead on Haewon’s shoulder. The crotch of his suit pants was wet. He turned his head, and his rough breath reached his nape. He pressed his lips to his neck and sucked. He rubbed his tongue and moved it from his cheek to his ear, caressing him.

Haewon shrugged his shoulders. His hand did not stop. He stimulated his hard by rubbing it outside. He intensely traced the shape of his glans with his fingers.

The man’s hand grabbed the back of Haewon’s head and kissed him fiercely. At the same time, he felt his hard throbbing and pulsating vividly. He came right in his pants. The slight trembling of his muscles slowly subsided.

Haewon removed his hand from his lower body. A breath that seemed to cut off his intestines escaped from their overlapping lips. The tongue that had been rough inside now licked his palate and moved away. When he parted his lips, a strange sound was heard. It was the sound of wet flesh rubbing against each other.

“…”

Haewon had a lot of unsatisfied desires, but his eyes were too calm, so he didn’t want to give him any stimulation. The dark forest that met in the darkness did not have a single breeze passing through.

“Only undress in front of me. No one else is allowed. No other bastard is allowed.”

Hyun Woojin said in a roughened voice.

“What if I don’t keep that promise?”

“Then you die and I die.”

“…”

“No, you die, that bastard dies, and I’ll destroy that bastard’s family. And you will be punished by me.”

“How will you punish me?”

“I’ll punish you so severely that you’ll never think of it again.”

“…”

“If you can’t speak, just nod. Do you want to take off your clothes in front of me?”

Haewon nodded slightly.

“Do you want to take them off only in front of me? That’s what’s important.”

“…”

He was demanding an emotion that Haewon couldn’t handle. Hyun Woojin was trying to consume Haewon’s emotions as his own. He didn’t respond to that. He was looking straight into his eyes, but he wasn’t forcing an answer.

He sighed and rested his face on Haewon’s shoulder. The tingling sensation remained vividly on the fingertips that had touched him. Haewon wanted to quickly touch himself with that tingling sensation. Half of it was stubbornness, and half of it was guilt towards Taeshin.

The man that Taeshin had wanted so badly was now making demands of him. The words that Taeshin had longed to hear were now being whispered into his ear by him. Taeshin had said that if he were to be reborn, he wanted to be reborn as Moon Haewon and had told this to Hyun Woojin. He wouldn’t have said this knowing that it would turn out like this. Perhaps Taeshin thought that if he were Moon Haewon, he could make Hyun Woojin look back at him. In the end, the Hyun Woojin that Taeshin had wanted was in front of him.

He didn’t want to desire something to the point of taking it away from someone else. That person was dead. He was no longer in this world. Just because it had turned out like this didn’t mean Haewon had to feel guilty. The dead were dead, and the living were living, and the survivors were strong. Haewon hadn’t taken Hyun Woojin away from Taeshin. He knew that fact too well, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing something wrong.

After calming his breath for a while, he got up from the bed. He went into the bathroom, conscious of his uncomfortable lower body.

Haewon sat blankly.

He heard the sound of water. If he came back after releasing his desire, there would be no turning back. Haewon was bound to lose. He was at a disadvantage. A wave of fear that he would be consumed swept over Haewon.

He hadn’t brought anything with him when he was dragged out, not his wallet or his phone. Haewon took the wallet from Hyun Woojin’s jacket pocket. It contained cash and cards.

He took out a 50,000 won bill and stuffed it into his pocket, then hurriedly grabbed his coat and left the room. He took the elevator down to the lobby. His steps were too fast; anyone could see he was running away. As he exited the lobby, a taxi pulled up smoothly. As he hurriedly got into the back seat, he heard a voice calling his name.

“Moon Haewon.”

He had caught up with him at some point and was walking towards him. Haewon quickly got into the car and closed the door.

“Driver, please hurry. Quickly.”

“Where to?”

“Just start driving, please!”

At Haewon’s urgent request, the taxi driver stepped on the accelerator. The man who had followed him out stopped helplessly in the spot where Haewon had left. His figure was reflected in the rearview mirror. He didn’t chase after him.

The taxi headed straight for the officetel.

Haewon paid the taxi fare with the 50,000 won he had taken from Hyun Woojin’s wallet and checked his phone as soon as he got home. There were no calls from him. He wouldn’t be the type to chase after him or call persistently to question his escape.

When he took off his coat, his tense body was sticky with sweat. His erection had subsided somewhat, but the tingling sensation that had lifted his hips remained.

He took a shower. Standing under the showerhead with hot water pouring down, he touched himself below. As he stroked with his hand, he recalled the sound of his breath in his ear.

Hyun Woojin had said he would punish him in a low, resonant voice. He wanted to be punished by him. He wanted him to punish him, to punish him harshly, painfully, very painfully.

Haewon, with his lips trembling, stroked his fully erect hard. The thrilling pulsation of his hard muscles remained on his fingers and palm. The man’s hard, which was exciting enough to tear his pants just because of him, was tempting just by its size and hardness.

Especially since it was Hyun Woojin’s. He recalled his deep-set eyes. His well-defined nose bridge, the philtrum below it, his soft and moist lips, his stern and resolute chin.

As soon as he touched him, Hyun Woojin had knelt as if his shin had been kicked, letting out a strange breath. Haewon remembered that moment. He wanted to kiss him.

“Ah… ah!”

Something surged through his whole body. Something hot welled up.

“Haah, haah…”

Haewon panted and rested his forehead against the shower wall. The warm sensation spreading below was washed away by the stream of water. His consciousness became drowsy.

After finishing his shower, he changed into pajamas. Haewon habitually held his phone and lay down on the bed. He pulled the sheet up to his face. Something felt lacking, and even after quenching his thirst, the dryness in his throat remained unquenched.

His lower body was still throbbing. He couldn’t tell if it was his heart or that place that was throbbing. An uncanny feeling, as if he had taken the wrong medicine, made his body feel foreign. Haewon realized anew that this was what it meant to be in heat.

As he was about to let go of his flickering consciousness in that state, the phone in his hand vibrated. Haewon opened his eyes wide in surprise. It was Hyun Woojin.

“Hello.”

― What are you doing?

His voice was angry. He didn’t seem to know yet that Haewon had taken 50,000 won from his wallet. Other than the theft, he hadn’t done anything to upset him. Since Hyun Woojin was a prosecutor, he would be sensitive to criminal acts like theft.

“I have a performance tomorrow.”

― I said I’d send you off nicely in the morning.

“How can I stay with someone who’s trying to devour me? What about tomorrow’s performance?”

Haewon was a professional. He needed to maintain good condition and go to the concert hall in the morning to prepare for the performance and rehearse. He was an employee who had to keep a promise with the organization that paid him a monthly salary. He had to work to save money. He couldn’t spend the night in a hotel with someone who was eager to devour him. It wasn’t that he was scared and ran away; he was being professional.

― Who, me? Who did I devour?

“I didn’t know it would get like that just from touching a little.”

― Haah… Come back.

“I lay down to sleep.”

― Come quickly.

“I have to go out early in the morning.”

He seemed to still be at the hotel.

― When will you tell me? I need to prepare myself.

He sounded like he might have a heart attack.

“I thought you were a well-prepared person.”

― I didn’t know it would be this bad. It’s different from when I wanted to pounce on you after watching your performance. It’s a different level.

“Are you pretending to be innocent, or are you really innocent?”

― I don’t understand either. I don’t know if I’m excited because I’m looking forward to how you’ll beg me, or if I’m just excited.

“…”

― So come quickly.

His voice softly pressured him. Come quickly, come to my side.

“I need to sleep.”

He wanted to hear his voice more. The low-pitched voice stimulated his sensitive spots. It was a moment when even breathing became difficult. Haewon slowly touched himself down there. He suppressed his breath so that he wouldn’t notice and slipped his hand into his underwear. He said nothing. Haewon asked with his eyes closed.

“How are you going to punish me?”

― What?

“How are you going to punish me? You said you’d punish me very severely.”

― Of course, very severely. I’ll make you unable to think of anything else.

His voice stimulated Haewon’s tension and thrill at the same time.

“I don’t listen to anyone. I don’t even listen to my father, so how are you going to punish me?”

― I’ll make Moon Haewon get on all fours and beg me.

“On all fours…?”

― Yes, on all fours. You’ll prostrate yourself like a dog and beg. After I punish you very severely, anyone will end up begging on their knees.

Haewon turned his body. He lay face down on the bed. He moved his hips without using his hand. He rubbed his lower body against the mattress made by a craftsman’s handiwork. It felt strange when he rubbed, and it was more stimulating than touching directly with his hand. Haewon slowly moved his hips up and down and whispered into the phone.

“Even if I do that, do you think I’ll… listen to you?”

― You’ll be the one begging first.

Even through the phone, his voice was thick with sensuality.

“I…, I won’t do it first. Never.”

He gripped the phone and moved his hips faster and more intensely, rubbing himself against the mattress. His body, buried in the sheets, exuded a hot heat that quickly warmed the bed. He rubbed his heated cheek against the pillow.

― So come quickly. To me.

“No. Don’t you know what ‘no’ means…, haah, what it means?”

― Don’t play games.

“Punish me. Huh? Punish me. Punish me.”

― Haewon.

His voice grew even lower. Despite having just showered, sweat beaded up again. His pajamas clung stickily to his skin. Rubbing against the mattress wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He couldn’t reach where he needed to. No matter how he rubbed, he couldn’t reach it.

Haewon grew stubborn. He swore he would never go back to the hotel where Hyun Woojin was, biting his wet lips as if to seal his resolve. He rubbed his face against the pillow until it was a mess.

― I admire your effort to resist and not cling to anyone, even though you’re in heat.

“Resist? Don’t make me laugh. I never…, haah, I never do this alone.”

― Do you want to be punished, or praised?

“I want to be punished. And praised.”

― You’re driving me crazy. What are you thinking?

“Haah…, ah, uhng…”

This isn’t enough. This won’t satisfy him. Haewon opened the bottom drawer of his bedside table. He felt around inside. It was the first time he had touched his toy since graduating from college. He hadn’t packed it when he moved out of the officetel. Only now, in this moment, did he remember the toy, sending a shiver down his spine and making his thirst more urgent.

His fingers found the toy tucked away in the corner of the drawer. It was a smooth, stainless steel model, shaped like a metal rod. It was reasonably large, but smaller than what he had felt straining against Hyun Woojin’s pants, which was a bit disappointing. But right now, he needed anything.

― Haewon.

Hyun Woojin called his name as Haewon panted heavily into the phone. Haewon loved Hyun Woojin’s voice. More than anything, he loved how his name sounded in his voice. When he didn’t respond, he called him again.

― Moon Haewon.

He roughly rubbed the metal rod against his pajamas to clean it and then put it in his mouth. Haewon was sucking someone’s hard. The cold, unfamiliar taste and sensation on his tongue were strange. It tasted like metal. The coldness made him even more aroused.

The sound of the metal rod being sucked filled the air messily. He checked his phone when he couldn’t hear his voice anymore. The call had ended.

Haewon threw his phone somewhere on the bed. He buried his face in the pillow and lifted his upper body. He said he would make him get on all fours and beg. Haewon got on all fours and pulled down his pajama pants. When he raised his hips, his top slid down to his neck, exposing his entire back. His body, buried in the bed, was exposed to the air, sending a chill down his spine. He applied some cream to the end of the metal rod and brought it to his back.

He tried to control his ragged breath. He pressed the metal rod against his crack and rubbed it intensely.

There was no one else who could excite him like this. Everything about him was a first for Haewon.

“Ah, uhng, uh.”

Shameless moans escaped his lips. He bit his heated lips gently. His sensitive hole quivered at the cold touch of the metal. He pushed the rod inside, feeling it stretch him open. His body slowly swallowed the metal rod, even though he wasn’t fully ready. He pushed it in all the way to the end.

“Ah…!”

He pushed the metal rod in until only the end was visible. His breath caught in his throat. The rod slipped out on its own, stimulating his insides as it moved.

He pushed it back in hard.

“Hnng…”

His breath caught as if his throat was being squeezed. He pushed it back in as it slipped out, increasing the speed gradually.

Haewon lay with his cheek against the pillow, shamelessly lifting his hips into the air.

He wished Hyun Woojin would do this to him. He wished Hyun Woojin would punish him like this. Haewon moaned like an animal, his eyes red with desire, not caring about his dignity. He knew that Hyun Woojin knew his passcode and could barge in anytime he wanted. Even in this moment, he was aware that Hyun Woojin could appear.

His hand didn’t stop, digging into his hole. The metal rod hit his insides. His toes curled in the intense pleasure.

He realized that Hyun Woojin hadn’t called from the hotel but had followed him and was calling from outside his door. But he couldn’t stop. Haewon didn’t cover or hide his naked body. And he didn’t stop.

“…Ah, ah, what do I do? Ah, ah…!”

Haewon begged, not knowing who he was begging to. Each time, the metal rod stabbed into him. His shamelessly exposed hole trembled.

A scorching gaze swept over his body, lingering on the parts he didn’t want seen.

He was suddenly by the bedside. Haewon rubbed his reddened face against the pillow. The arm that had been stimulating his back trembled. He didn’t use those muscles often, nor was he in a familiar position. His wet lower body quivered. The metal rod that had been deeply inserted slipped out slowly, pushed out by the internal pressure. The sensation of it sliding down his inner walls was vivid.

“Uhng…”

When he clenched his buttocks, the metal rod fell onto the bed with a thud. He groped around the bed but couldn’t find the rod. As he struggled to lift his upper body, a strong force pierced him from within.

“Ah!”

The metal rod was now in Hyun Woojin’s hand. He thrust it into Haewon. With his buttocks raised in front of him, Haewon gripped the sheets with both hands. The white sheets crumpled into a swirl. His inner thighs trembled.

“Ah, ah! It hurts!”

Was it pain, sadness, or joy? An inexplicable plea poured out. The force inside him was much stronger than when he did it himself. His breath was ragged. His shirt, which had slipped down, choked his neck.

Haewon touched his chest, rubbing and stimulating his hardened nipples. As he tightly clenched the unyielding metal rod, his buttocks quivered. An unbearable pleasure stormed through him. The faster the speed and frequency, the more his throat ached with panting.

“I’m gonna… ah, I’m gonna come…!”

Hyun Woojin’s hand moved even faster. The intensity increased. The metal rod, heated by his touch, was now hot. Haewon arched his back and tensed his whole body.

“Ah…”

A soundless sigh, neither an exclamation nor a cheer, escaped his slightly open mouth. He ejaculated again, as he had in the shower. His consciousness faded away. His whole body trembled.

His limp body collapsed onto the bed. The metal rod, hot from friction, fell behind his thigh with a thud. His soaked private parts quivered on their own. His distant consciousness slowly cleared.

“Haah…, haah…”

His breathing, which had been heaving his chest, also calmed down. His vision blurred with tears. As he blinked and caught his breath, Hyun Woojin’s hand touched Haewon’s naked body. Slowly caressing his inner thighs and buttocks, Haewon turned his head.

He saw Hyun Woojin. He had never seen his face so hardened. He wasn’t angry, nor was he sad. An inexplicable expression slowly swept over Haewon’s naked body, like his caressing hand.

Something incomparable to the metal rod was once again fiercely erect, its outline clear as it pushed against his left thigh.

Hyun Woojin and Haewon could drive each other to the limit of excitement, again and again.

“…Punish me.”

Haewon begged him. His hand traced up his spine, stopping at the nape of his neck. His hair, damp with sweat, was disheveled and stuck to his skin.

“How should I punish you?”

He asked, his voice feigning calm. But underneath, there was uncontrolled anger. A voice trying to endure, trying to bear something. Haewon was ready to admire him if he endured again this time.

“I want to.”

“You don’t have a body that easily gains integrity.”

“I want to.”

Haewon was instantly aroused again by his voice. No, he could be aroused. His naked body, drenched in sweat, was frighteningly scorched by his gaze.

“Do you only want to do it with me?”

He asked, trying to correct his bad behavior, repeating the same question, the same story.

He was suddenly close. Haewon looked up at him. He looked at his swollen lower body, his chest, and his face. He met Hyun Woojin’s gaze as he looked down at him from a dizzying height. When he tried to touch his lower body, Hyun Woojin grabbed his reckless wrist. Gripped tightly, his wrist felt like it might break.

“Say it, Moon Haewon. Do you want to sleep with me because you like me?”

“I want to sleep with you.”

“Say it with a premise. Say it’s not like that with anyone else.”

“You…, Hyun Woojin, you are the most promiscuous.”

Haewon’s voice was already hoarse. His cracking voice scattered distantly, but it clearly conveyed its meaning. His face twitched.

“You’ve learned to speak wrongly.”

“…”

“I need to teach you all over again. Brainwash this head of yours.”

He grabbed Haewon’s hair tightly. His head was pulled back. Haewon frowned. The man’s lower body was right in front of his face. If he pulled with force, his lips would touch Hyun Woojin’s groin at a dangerous distance.

“No one but me.”

“Ugh.”

“I need to modify you so no one else can touch you.”

Those words were not directed at Haewon, but at himself. A resolution or a promise to himself.

The force in Hyun Woojin’s grip was so brutal that it pulled at the roots of Haewon’s hair. He looked up at him, grimacing.

After staring down at him for a while as if he could kill him, he slowly released Haewon’s head. He placed it gently on the pillow and patted the back of his head, which he had gripped painfully. He pulled down the top that had slid down to his neck, below his waist. He covered his languid, naked body with the sheet.

His shameless body, having expelled its desire, had stimulated Hyun Woojin in the wrong way and was now drowsily swaying.

Haewon fell into a deep sleep.