SWZ Ch 7

“Why, why are you wiping it off?”

“Because you keep moving. It’s not fun.”

Jungwoo’s mouth opened and closed.

From Hyuk’s perspective, it was just an attempt to control him, but since he had already tricked him several times, Jungwoo saw it as him genuinely about to stop out of annoyance.

Seeing Jungwoo’s flushed face stiffen, Hyuk finally let out a light laugh.

“Should I not stop?”

“…….”

“Then you have to cooperate. I’ll make it fun.”

Jungwoo nodded silently.

Seemingly satisfied, Hyuk smiled and squeezed more lube onto his palm, spreading it liberally.

As his slick hand traced down Jungwoo’s stomach and waist, the muscles beneath his skin twitched and spasmed. Jungwoo bit his lip, trying to suppress his writhing body.

Junghyuk soon curled his fingers and pressed against his sensitive point again. Slick lube leaked from the wet opening.

His reddish tongue licked near Jungwoo’s navel, then nibbled on his pert pink nipple with his front teeth. He seemed to think Jungwoo would feel it intensely even on his chest.

As expected, Jungwoo’s eyes widened, and a suppressed moan escaped his lips. Hyuk kneaded his other nipple, which hadn’t been bitten, and the skin flushed red under his touch.

At the same time, he thrust his fingers inside him, eliciting a choked gasp. Hyuk frowned slightly and stuffed the hem of Jungwoo’s hoodie into his mouth.

“Bite down. The clothes are in the way.”

“Uh, uhm…”

“You’re more obedient now. Now try to be quiet too.”

He whispered in a teasing tone.

Jungwoo felt as if molten metal was flowing through his veins. What if he really did cum on his face?

Even the simple instructions to stay still and be quiet made his whole body react sensitively. He felt like he was on the verge of climax with the slightest touch. His half-lidded eyes blinked helplessly, searching the air.

Jungwoo clenched his teeth and looked down at Hyuk. His lower body, which had looked relaxed, was now bulging prominently.

Noticing his heated gaze, Hyuk grabbed his chin and forced him to meet his eyes.

“Don’t look away.”

He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut from the insistent thrusting, but Hyuk’s expression hardened every time he tried to avert his gaze.

Jungwoo’s hazy eyes flickered with intense heat and excitement. Saliva, which he couldn’t swallow because he was biting on his clothes, dripped down his chest.

“Jungwoo.”

He blinked in response.

“Do you want to cum? Should I touch your cock now? Just nod.”

He nodded, his eyes glazed with lust.

“If I touch it, will you cum on my face?”

This time, he quickly shook his head.

“What about in my mouth?”

“…….”

“I’ll suck you off.”

His timidly nodding head froze.

His mouth? Cum in his mouth?

Hyuk chuckled and lowered his head, licking the tip of Jungwoo’s erect penis. He lapped at the pre-cum that had started to bead, then nibbled on it with his teeth, drawing a choked moan from Jungwoo.

“Uh, ah!”

“I’ll suck you off, so count to one hundred in your head and cum.”

One hundred? He didn’t think he could last even ten.

Meanwhile, Hyuk’s tongue, like a snake, licked up and down his shaft, rubbing the tip against his urethra.

Junghyuk’s mouth was hot and wet, and overwhelmingly stimulating. His cheeks hollowed as he swallowed, and a wet chup, chup sound filled the air.

Jungwoo bit his lip so hard it turned white, almost whimpering. When Hyuk’s teeth nibbled on the tip of his cock, his mouth, which had been biting on his hoodie, opened slightly, drooling.

He really didn’t like the idea of cumming in someone’s mouth.

As he felt himself on the verge of cumming, he instinctively bucked his hips, pushing Hyuk’s condom-clad fingers deeper inside.

“Don’t m-move.”

“Haah, don’t t-talk with someone else’s, uh! In your mouth!”

Just as Jungwoo instinctively tried to thrust into Hyuk’s mouth, Hyuk, as if anticipating it, gripped his hips tightly with both hands. His writhing hips were trapped.

Hyuk swallowed Jungwoo’s cock to the base, then pulled back with a playful smile.

“I told you not to move, and you try to fuck my mouth. Did you even count to thirty?”

…He hadn’t actually been counting. He knew he wouldn’t make it to one hundred anyway.

Junghyuk started to lick the tip of his cock, as if probing.

Gasps mixed with whimpers. His toes curled, and his body convulsed as if electrocuted.

His half-lidded eyes fluttered weakly. He had long forgotten Hyuk’s instructions to stay still and be quiet.

With a sharp intake of breath, he stiffened. Hyuk’s soft tongue lapped up his cum.

Hyuk, who had closed his eyes at some point, slowly opened them. He licked the remaining cum from the tip of Jungwoo’s cock with a chup, then grinned mischievously.

“I’ll have to train you well. It doesn’t seem like you counted to one hundred yet.”

…He ended up cumming in his mouth.

Jungwoo trembled and gasped for air for a while. Hyuk gripped his half-conscious chin and made him look at him.

His outstretched tongue was coated with sticky cum.

“When are you going to give me a blowjob?”

“Sob, hic… Did you… swallow that?”

“Yeah.”

“Ugh, Hyung. Why did you swallow it, really…”

Hyuk’s hand slowly stroked his side again. Unlike before, his touch was soothing, like a praise, and Jungwoo’s ragged breathing gradually calmed down.

He leaned against Hyuk’s shoulder, his body limp.

“How was it? Want more?”

“It was good, but… can’t you just put it in now? I feel like I’m going crazy. It’s good… it’s good, but it’s too frustrating.”

Hyuk pulled his fingers out, and the liquefied lube dripped down Jungwoo’s thighs.

He positioned Jungwoo on his lap and started to grind slowly, licking his cheek and earlobe. Jungwoo’s still sensitive body trembled at the light friction.

“Let me loosen up a bit more.”

Jungwoo was startled by the friction through the thin fabric, but he soon started to grind back, matching the rhythm of Hyuk’s fingers rubbing against his loosened hole.

“What are you doing, Fuzzball? Grinding your hips?”

“Ah, it’s frustrating. I don’t think you’ll put it in after this, Hyung. I know you’ll just use your fingers again. You said you don’t get hard with virgins. Really… you’re not impotent, are you?”

So I’m trying to rub against you. To make you frustrated too.

Jungwoo ground his hips against the prominent bulge beneath Hyuk’s jeans. With each shallow pant, his inner walls clung to Hyuk’s fingers.

“This kid, really. What, impotent?”

“Ah, Hyung. Your legs are really hard. Mhmm. Ah, it feels good just rubbing like this. You don’t have to use your fingers, just stay like this. I think I can cum again…”

Hyuk let out a disbelieving chuckle.

Was he seriously trying to use him, the person who had just pleasured him, as a masturbation tool?

The day would come when Cha Junghyuk, of all people, would be treated like a human dildo by a virgin. What a world.

Well, it wasn’t even a dildo. This was the first time Cha Junghyuk had ever heard someone ask him to stay still while they rubbed their ass against his dick.

He barely managed to suppress his laughter. He abruptly pulled out the fingers that had been rubbing against Jungwoo’s swollen entrance.

“Uh, huh?!”

“Jungwoo, I never said I couldn’t get hard. I said I didn’t want to have sex with a virgin.”

“That’s, hic, that’s the same thing.”

“What I meant was, I’d hold back for you even if I wanted to fuck.”

He never said he hated virgins. He just didn’t want to have sex with them.

More accurately, he didn’t want to be labeled a total asshole for taking the virginity of someone as innocent as a baby chick. He also didn’t want to deal with a virgin whining about responsibility after getting fucked.

“It’s not that I don’t want to fuck you. I was holding back because I thought you wouldn’t want to be deflowered by a slut.”

His growling voice fell like a thunderclap. In the next moment, Hyuk grabbed Jungwoo’s startled waist and pushed him down.

As their lower bodies pressed together, Jungwoo gasped. Hyuk was rubbing against him with clear intent.

Their bodies separated briefly, then the sound of a zipper being pulled down filled the air. Han Jungwoo suddenly felt a pang of fear.

He could tell instinctively.

…This is bad.

“H-Hyung. Wait, calm down. You seem a bit excited. When I called you impotent, uhm, it was out of anger. Just anger.”

“Right.”

“And car sex in this position seems a bit dangerous. One of us has to drive tomorrow. I think we’ll both wreck our backs.”

Even Jungwoo, inexperienced as he was, vaguely knew that this position was hard on the back. And he had been exempted from military service due to a herniated disc.

He repeatedly hit Hyuk’s arm, trying to get him to at least change positions, but Hyuk didn’t budge.

Cha Junghyuk’s next words, spoken with a sigh, were nothing short of a declaration of war.

“Neither of us is driving tomorrow anyway.”

“Huh…?”

“This car is going to be wrecked.”

His hard cock prodded at Jungwoo’s soft entrance.

“Wait. Ugh, ah…!”

“Too bad, Jungwoo. You’re getting fucked by a naturally depraved slut. If you’re upset, charge it to my account later. I’ll pay you back with my body, like a proper slut.”

Hyuk held his breath and thrust his hips down.

Hyuk’s warning was indeed a warning.

Sometimes, this Hyung wasn’t lying.

His lube-slathered cock pushed its way inside him.

It wasn’t painless, not even remotely.

…Fuck, it actually hurts like hell.

Han Jungwoo recalled the dozens of adult films and BL comics he had seen.

This is why you have to distinguish between reality and fiction.

Who the hell said sex between men felt good? It felt like a bomb had exploded in his ass.

The manga protagonists who came as soon as they got fucked must have had a damaged pain center in their brains. Or perhaps their sense of pleasure was overly developed.

“Relax. Are you trying to cut my dick off? You were shaking your hips so much I thought you weren’t a virgin, but the way you’re clenching tells me you are.”

Fuck, I told you I was. And I don’t want to cut it off either. I’m a dead man if you pull out, and what am I supposed to do if you cut it off too?

He had a lot to say, but the words wouldn’t come out. Ever since Hyuk’s glans had been forcefully shoved inside him, his lower body had felt like it was being ripped apart.

His chest was slick with drool. Saliva dribbled from his mouth every time Hyuk’s cock nudged inside him.

Even in the midst of this agonizing pain, the thought of this annoying guy in pain brought him a sense of satisfaction. Jungwoo gasped, clenching his ass and laughing deliriously.

“Haha. Gasp, hic.”

“You have the energy to laugh?”

“J-just. Hngh, ugh.”

“Breathe. How long are you going to stay like this?”

Unable to stand it any longer, Hyuk reached down and gently rubbed his flat stomach.

As he got used to it, Hyuk thrust in and out, each thrust met with a spasm, and Jungwoo felt like he was going to pass out.

What if he fainted from just the penetration? How embarrassing would that be?

He used to think lines like, “Honey, your cock is so big it’s going to kill me,” were bullshit. But now, facing Hyuk’s above-average physique, he thought it was entirely possible.

Was it just his cock that was big? Hyuk’s naked body was much more rugged and well-defined than in the magazine photos.

Seeing his sweat-slicked neck and chest made him hard even without any stimulation. Being a model wasn’t easy.

“A-are you still… inside?”

“Not even halfway. …This isn’t going to work.”

Deciding it wasn’t going to work, Hyuk grabbed Jungwoo’s hips and forced them down.

Pained moans escaped both their lips simultaneously.

“You said you liked it rough and, fuck. Dominant.”

“Ah, ugh. It hurts, Hyung. If you’re going to do it like this, just put it all the way in from the beginning!”

If he had done that, there would have been blood. You think it’s good to force something that doesn’t fit? Hyuk growled and added, His hips moved slowly, trying to adjust their awkward position. Jungwoo let out a scream-like moan and quickly bit his lip.

Hyuk also desperately clung to his fading reason.

If he were truly being rough and dominant, he would have already been fucking him relentlessly, regardless of the blood, and even fucked his throat. Jungwoo kept pushing his limits, unaware of how much Hyuk was holding back.

“Hic. Ah! W-wait.”

His cock stretched Jungwoo open, filling him more and more. Jungwoo’s vision, which had been filled with random thoughts, now whited out. A searing moan escaped his lips.

“Relax more.”

It doesn’t relax just because I want it to.

Finally, Hyuk gripped his buttocks tightly and thrust all the way in. He could feel the scratch of Hyuk’s pubic hair against him.

“A-all the way… hic.”

“Yeah. I fucked you all the way in, just like you wanted. Feel full?”

Jungwoo’s eyes rolled back as he gasped, unable to scream. Hyuk nibbled on his tense body.

“Should we continue what we were doing?”

“U-uhm. Haah…”

What were they doing?

Jungwoo tried to focus his blurry vision and recall what he had been doing.

Was he seriously suggesting they continue the mannequin play? In this state?

“Ugh, n-no. I can’t.”

“If you stay still and endure, I’ll keep fucking you.”

Hyuk gripped Jungwoo’s hips and thrust deep.

Overwhelmed by a sensation that was both pain and pleasure, Jungwoo started to claw at Hyuk’s shoulders.

“Hic, haah… fuck, ah. Hyung.”

“You said you wanted to have sex with me. You wanted this. How is it? Huh? Do you like mine? Your hole seems to like it.”

“Ah, uhm. I-it’s good, but, too…”

“Good is good enough. Now stay still and endure.”

Hyuk chuckled and slowly stroked his lower abdomen, and his tense body gradually relaxed. The throbbing beneath his palm was distinct.

At some point, Hyuk started to thrust deeply.

An unrestrained whimper escaped Jungwoo. Saliva and tears mixed and streamed down his chin. He writhed from the unfamiliar sensation, and Hyuk stopped thrusting.

Ah, why did he stop? It felt so good just now.

Rational thought had long since flown out the window. Jungwoo remembered Hyuk telling him not to move and bit his lip, burying his face in his shoulder.

“I-I won’t move now.”

Can’t you continue? Hyuk, catching his barely audible plea, chuckled lazily and licked his ear.

Good boy. He whispered, his voice a husky sigh.

The muscles in the arms wrapped around his waist tensed. With a squelching sound, liquefied lube splashed onto his half-pulled-down pants. Jungwoo’s cock, hardening again, rubbed against Hyuk’s stomach.

“Such a horny little thing.”

Han Jungwoo was caught in a strange pleasure.

The stimulation was incomparable to when he was just masturbating. The feeling of being a motionless mannequin, as instructed, was strangely… not bad.

Perhaps it was due to Hyuk’s attentiveness, adjusting the angle whenever he flinched from a particularly sensitive thrust. Or perhaps it was the feeling of being violated, the rough thrusts that felt almost forced despite the underlying care.

He found himself enjoying the situation. Jungwoo, no longer sure what was what, simply focused on his role.

As he clenched his teeth and endured, his arms wrapped around Hyuk’s neck, Hyuk chuckled and thrust deeper, pushing his limits. He told him not to move, but it felt like he was testing how far he could be pushed.

“Haa. You’re enduring well. …Jungwoo, open your eyes.”

As he slowly opened his eyes, tears that had welled up from the pleasure spilled down his cheeks. Hyuk stopped thrusting and licked the tear tracks with his tongue.

“Don’t close your eyes. You have to look at me.”

He simply nodded. His mind was consumed with the single thought of wanting Hyuk to keep moving.

Seeing his obedient nod, Junghyuk gritted his teeth and moved his hips roughly. He could hear Jungwoo’s intake of breath, but the whines were gone.

‘Is my preference training virgin asses?’

It had barely been a week since he declared that sluts who enjoyed fucking virgins were messed up.

Hyuk sighed inwardly and bit down on Jungwoo’s neck, and Jungwoo’s inner walls clenched around him. His body stiffened, trembling pathetically.

Seeing him desperately trying not to move, Hyuk couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Now I understand why those trashy guys like fucking virgins. They’re so innocent.”

Jungwoo’s hazy eyes met Hyuk’s heated gaze without flinching. As Hyuk repeatedly hit his sensitive spot, he bit his lip hard to suppress his moans, the pleasure almost unbearable.

“Ah…”

“Can’t take it anymore? Do you like it when I thrust there?”

Jungwoo nodded rapidly.

“Why do you like it? Tell me.”

Why does he like it? What a strange question.

Jungwoo focused his blurry vision and stammered, “I like everything. Yours is big, so, uhm. I just like it.”

“You like it because it’s big. You like a big cock for your first time?”

“Yes, yes…”

Jungwoo nodded repeatedly, his answer sounding like a plea for more.

“What would you have done if you hadn’t become an engineer? Huh? If you had met me before the world ended…”

Things would have been very different for both of us. Hyuk chuckled mischievously and squeezed Jungwoo’s buttocks, his lower body still buried inside him.

When he stopped thrusting, the creaking of the car also stopped. Jungwoo blinked his blurry eyes in a daze.

“Why, why did you stop again? Did I move?”

“No. To make you frustrated.”

He was throwing Jungwoo’s own words back at him.

Normally, Han Jungwoo would have complained and whined, but he was in no state to do so.

Jungwoo writhed, then groaned and bucked his hips. The pleasure, which felt like pain, had stopped, leaving him feeling empty.

“Good boy, Jungwoo. Move your hips.”

“Hic, Hyung. You’re doing this on purpose.”

Hyuk gently nibbled on his saliva-slicked lips. This allowed Jungwoo to see Hyuk’s face up close.

Beneath his heated gaze, Hyuk’s aroused lips moved restlessly. Sweat dripped from his chin onto his firm thighs.

‘This Hyung. He can make this kind of face too. The magazine photos were nothing.’

Their next kiss tasted bitter. He wondered briefly why it tasted like that, then remembered that he had just cum in Hyuk’s mouth. Jungwoo’s face crumpled.

“…Hyung, it tastes bad. Don’t kiss me after a blowjob.”

“Why? You’re the one who came in my mouth. I have to give it back.”

“Ugh, I don’t like mine.”

You don’t like yours? So you like someone else’s? Hyuk chuckled and pinched his nipple, and Jungwoo’s body flinched as if electrocuted.

Jungwoo blinked, as if gauging Hyuk’s reaction.

“You can keep moving, Jungwoo.”

“…….”

“Move your hips however you want.”

As if given permission for what he had been anticipating, Jungwoo started to move his hips up and down. It was less painful and more intensely pleasurable than before.

Perhaps it was the textured condom, but every time Hyuk’s cock rubbed against his inner walls, goosebumps erupted all over his body.

“Ugh, ahh.”

“How does it feel to have your first time with a slut? Especially while being treated like a fucking toy?”

“Ah, uhm. It was all good, but… car, car sex. It’s too cramped, hngh. It’s hard.”

That’s the point. It’s supposed to be cramped and hard. He asked how the play was, and he gets an answer about the car being cramped. What a strange guy.

Hyuk chuckled and started to thrust, licking and nibbling at Jungwoo’s face.

He bit down on Jungwoo’s flushed nipple, and whimpers mixed with sobs escaped his lips. Something other than lube leaked from his twitching hole.

A quiet fire ignited in Hyuk’s eyes.

“Next time… haa… should we try somewhere more spacious? Should I teach you how to swallow, while I’m at it? I’m good with anything as long as it’s not an orgy.”

I don’t really like other people sticking their dicks in my partner’s hole. I want to be the only one playing with you. Hyuk muttered and squeezed Jungwoo’s twitching cock.

“I, I don’t know. Ah! I, I’ve never thought about, an orgy. Hngh! Don’t squeeze so hard! I’m going to cum…!”

His inner walls contracted and spasmed. Han Jungwoo trembled, his vision flashing white with the intense pleasure.

Now, tears streamed down his face, not from pain, but from pure pleasure. The overwhelming sensation filled him from head to toe, threatening to melt his brain.

Cum spurted from the tip of his cock, splattering across Hyuk’s chest and stomach.

It was Jungwoo’s second time cumming. The smell, which he had found fishy and unpleasant before, didn’t bother him now.

“Ah… g-good.”

But the afterglow was short-lived. Hyuk continued thrusting despite the clenching that felt like it would cut his cock off.

“Haah, Hyung, I came, I just came, ah!”

“Yeah. I know.”

You know? Then shouldn’t you at least give me a moment to catch my breath?

Unable to endure the stimulation any longer, a clear fluid leaked from the tip of his cock. With each convulsive jerk of his body, more fluid spurted out.

“Haa, ahh. Hngh…”

“You’re getting my clothes all wet.”

The thrusting continued for a while longer. Hyuk finally stopped after Jungwoo cried out, “Please!” several more times.

The grip on his hips tightened, and Hyuk pressed his upper body against him, letting out a languid breath. He felt something much hotter than before against his inner walls.

“Fuck,” Junghyuk cursed and bit down hard on Jungwoo’s chin and neck, leaving rough marks.

“Ah, Jungwoo. It’s hard to hold back when you’re clenching so tight.”

“Don’t hold back. I, I’m going to die. Just hurry up and thrust and cum…”

“Haha… You know how much that turns me on? Say it again, Jungwoo. Should I just thrust in your hole and cum?”

“Ha, you’re such a pervert.”

Come to think of it, Cha Junghyuk is a pervert. This is why they say you find your true calling during sex.

Jungwoo weakly slapped Hyuk’s arm, which was still gripping his hips.

A moment later, Hyuk’s cock slipped out, and the heavy, knotted condom fell onto the seat below.

He heard the sound of another condom wrapper being torn open.

Whether or not, Han Jungwoo, exhausted from the day, lost consciousness after hearing that sound.

When he came to, he was lying on his back. He looked down to see Hyuk slowly rubbing his cock against his thigh.

A couple more used and tied-off condoms lay on the seat below.

…Strange. They only used one.

“You’re awake? Want to finish? You were out cold, so I took care of myself.”

“Huh? Uh, well. This is a dream, right…?”

“You must have been tired. Passing out after just one round.”

The creaking of the car sounded like a mournful cry. Jungwoo felt like crying too.

He wasn’t sure if it was good or bad. Maybe both?

The edge of the horizon was brightening with the dawn light. He hadn’t wanted to experience the meaning of “too much of a good thing” this way.

Moderation is key. It seemed that having an incredibly skilled and handsome partner wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows.

Jungwoo resolved to find a future lover who was less… vigorous than Hyuk.

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Jungwoo once saw a video on YouTube about the correlation between sex and health.

[Sex burns more calories than sports. A regular sex life helps maintain good health.]

Wrong. It depends on the person.

A sparrow chirped, as if welcoming the bright sunny day. However, unlike the weather, dark clouds hung over Han Jungwoo’s eyes.

His back felt broken. His whole body ached, and his thighs burned at the slightest touch.

He had exerted so much force that every muscle from his back to his arms ached.

“Ugh. I’m dying.”

Fortunately, the newly stolen van was undamaged, and Junghyuk was a decent driver. Jungwoo reclined the passenger seat as far back as it would go, pulled the blanket over himself, and groaned.

The radio, contrary to the weather, broadcast a dreary emergency announcement.

[A large-scale infection has broken out in OO district, Incheon. These infected are breeding zombies and…]

Zombies? My back is the disaster here, not zombies.

Next time they ran out of condoms, he would absolutely refuse to get the textured ones. If they kept this up, his insides would be permanently molded to the shape of the studs.

“Hyung. Water, please.”

He mumbled hoarsely, and Hyuk handed him a water bottle from the driver’s seat, letting out a dry sigh.

“You were so eager to fuck that I thought you had good stamina. Turns out your stamina is also fuzzball-like.”

“I have good stamina. I fucked with Hyung until dawn, and I’m still breathing. Being alive is something.”

He pulled out the rolled-up clothes from under his back and repositioned them as a makeshift cushion.

“I can’t believe you. A herniated disc? And you still had car sex, in that position.”

“Hyung’s the one who initiated it. I told you I was tired, but you still seduced me.”

“Get your facts straight. If I had known about your back, I wouldn’t have done it yesterday.”

That’s why he didn’t say anything. He had to seize the opportunity when it presented itself.

He was still in pain, but he had no regrets. Not only had he relieved his pent-up sexual frustration, but he also enjoyed the languid feeling of his relaxed body.

“Don’t even think about sleeping with me for a while.”

“Why? It was really good yesterday.”

“Don’t push it. Stop being so reckless. Next time, I won’t go easy on you, back or no back.”

Does that mean he went easy on him yesterday? Jungwoo’s eyes widened.

“……Han Jungwoo.”

Realizing his partner’s unique thought process, Hyuk belatedly called out his name.

Sure enough, Han Jungwoo’s eyes were sparkling with a mixture of anticipation and surprise.

“Your future lover is going to suffer. They’ll need two dicks to satisfy you. You’ll drain them dry.”

“Is that… a compliment about my overflowing energy?”

Is it a compliment? I don’t know. Hyuk muttered tiredly and stepped on the brakes. He drove gently, so as not to jostle his injured passenger.

“Still, it’s nice to be in a car driven by someone else for the first time in a year.”

“Ha, yeah.”

“By the way, where are we going? I thought we were going to rest today.”

“To get clothes. You came all over my clothes yesterday, so I had to throw away a whole outfit.”

Jungwoo, still lying down, lifted his head just enough to look down at his clothes.

Actually, he was the bigger problem. He was still wearing the same clothes from last night.

He couldn’t waste precious drinking water on laundry, so washing clothes was next to impossible unless they found a stream or it rained. And lately, the weather had been dry, with few cloudy days, let alone rain.

‘At least I took my pants off beforehand.’

Thankfully, he had taken off his pants before they had sex. And he still had a spare pair.

The problem was the navy hoodie he had been wearing. If he buried his nose in the sleeve, he could smell a scent that was too embarrassing to even mention.

Remembering last night’s events, Jungwoo pressed his lips together and chuckled inwardly.

In any case, it was a happy occasion to have checked off another item on his bucket list.

“You’re making that weird expression again. Thinking dirty thoughts, aren’t you? What are you thinking about this time?”

“Get used to it. What else would I be thinking about? I was just thinking about how good it was yesterday.”

“Good, my ass. That’s the first time I’ve ever heard someone ask me to pull out because they hurt their back during sex.”

Jungwoo coughed awkwardly, remembering last night’s incident.

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He had lost count of how many times he had come and was staring at the dawning sky, thinking he was definitely not moving today, when…

Hyuk, who was thrusting between his legs, pinched and twisted his already sensitive nipples, as if to tell him to stop getting distracted.

At the unexpected, intense stimulation, Jungwoo shuddered.

—Ah! Huh…?

Jungwoo realized something was terribly wrong.

And in a very strange way.

—Ugh! H-Hyung. Wait, wait!

—What? Did that hurt?

—My… back, I think I hurt my back. Pull out for a second.

—…What?

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Fortunately, Hyuk was quick-witted. He sensed the change in Jungwoo’s reaction and pulled out.

If he had ignored Jungwoo’s signal and continued, Han Jungwoo would probably be lying in the trunk right now, debating whether or not to cross the river.

Remembering the embarrassing situation from a few hours ago, Jungwoo blushed and coughed.

“You meet all sorts of people in life. Fate is like global warming. You have to accept it as the karma you’ve accumulated.”

Karma, huh? I’m speechless. Junghyuk lamented as he suddenly frowned and swerved the steering wheel. He had encountered a zombie crawling on the road.

“Eek! Drive safely, Hyung!”

“…….”

Jungwoo groaned as his body lurched.

“You’re in bad shape. Let’s find some pain patches first.”

“Where are we going to find pain patches? Ugh… Ow, it hurts. They must have already raided all the medicine.”

“There are places they wouldn’t have raided.”

Are there such places? Hospitals were the first to be devastated after the apocalypse began. Then pharmacies, then supermarkets.

He looked at the driver’s seat dubiously, and Hyuk pressed his finger between Jungwoo’s furrowed brows.

“Ow! You’re driving! Look ahead!”

“I told you yesterday. Trust me, okay?”

Does he expect me to believe him? Jungwoo brushed off Hyuk’s hand and pulled the blanket higher.

How could he trust him when he knew he was a natural-born con man?

Scoffing at his reaction, Junghyuk deliberately swerved the car as they went around a curve.

Fortunately, this time Jungwoo was holding onto the passenger side handle, so he didn’t lurch. It seemed like their roles were reversed.

Grumbling, Jungwoo turned off the radio and pulled the blanket over his head.

“Are you going to sleep?”

“Since we probably won’t find any medicine, I might as well sleep.”

“I told you we can find some. Don’t you trust Hyung?”

“Wow, that sounds like something a con man would say. Makes me trust you even less.”

“What will you do if I find some pain patches where I’m going?”

“I’ll grant you one wish. I bet we won’t find any.”

For the ever-optimistic Han Jungwoo to declare there was “none” meant that medicine was a truly scarce survival item. Even finding a band-aid was difficult, let alone pain patches.

Most hospitals and pharmacies that still had medicine were occupied by nasty gangs, so ordinary survivors usually avoided them even if they wanted to go inside.

“I’ll be getting a wish from you soon.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Jungwoo gave him a thumbs down, as if to say it would never happen.

Hyuk, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy his reaction, grinning.

+++

About an hour later, they arrived at a neighborhood on the outskirts of Seoul.

Jungwoo groaned as he sat up and got out of the van.

They were parked in front of a building. A single, old, house-like structure with cement between the red bricks.

“…….”

“They have it here. One hundred percent.”

Jungwoo slowly opened his mouth as he read the sign and realized what the building was.

I admit it, Hyung. You’re a genius.

Cha Junghyuk and Han Jungwoo had arrived at a small senior center on the outskirts of the metropolitan area.

Han Jungwoo remembered his grandmother, who had passed away a long time ago.

Except for breakfast and dinner, she used to spend her time at the local senior center, chatting or singing.

Just once, she had come home around lunchtime and asked him to run an errand for her.

It was for pain patches.

—Jungwoo, my dear. Are you busy?

—No, Grandma. Do you need anything?

—Buy me some pain patches. I’ll give you the money.

—They ran out of the ones we had at the senior center. That darned old Kim used mine again. That cheapskate.

—Ahem. Grandma, don’t swear so much. I’ll go buy them for you right away.

—Alright, dear.

It was highly unlikely that seniors wouldn’t keep pain patches, their constant companions, at a place where they spent most of their weekdays.

Sure enough, inside the drawers of the senior center, they found all kinds of pain patches.

Square adhesive patches, liquid pain relief sprays, Mentholatum, round sticker-like patches from overseas. Even compression sleeves.

“Surprisingly, places like this are gold mines, but people don’t know about them.”

It’s not like people would normally think of raiding a senior center.

Looking at Junghyuk rummaging through the medicine box, Jungwoo felt a sense of reassurance.

Ah, well. So what if he’s crazy? He’s resourceful, that’s for sure.

“Ah, they have clothes here too. Do you want to change?”

“……Wait. You’re telling me to wear that? Are you serious?”

No, scratch that. This guy is a pervert who enjoys teasing him.

The clothes Junghyuk brought for him were a pair of baggy, stretchy pants.

“It would be hilarious. Imagining your face driving around like a thug in those is cracking me up.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why? I think you’d look cute.”

“Really! Is everything cute just because you say it is? If you like them so much, wear them yourself!”

They wouldn’t suit me. Junghyuk playfully bit his lip and rolled up the pants, stuffing them into his duffel bag.

Why is he taking them? Is he really going to wear them himself? Even with his face, those stretched-out grandma pants were a bit much.

“I’m not going to wear them. I’ll use them as compression bandages later. Don’t get any weird ideas.”

“Ahem. I didn’t say anything.”

“Your eyes said it all.”

Junghyuk’s duffel bag was quickly filled with various survival items. He seemed to have swept up all the remaining medicine and anything that might be useful.

‘Now he finally looks like a proper apocalypse survivor.’

As Jungwoo admired him inwardly, Hyuk strode towards him, holding a pain patch.

“The van is cramped, so let’s lie down here and put this on. And while we’re at it, let’s apply some…”

Hyuk, who was about to say “ointment,” stopped and wrinkled his nose as if he had smelled something strange.

He buried his nose in Jungwoo’s neck and sniffed.

“W-what are you doing? Are you a dog?”

“I am a dog, aren’t I?”

“Are you making a pun?”

After sniffing for a while, he brought the hem of Jungwoo’s hoodie to his nose. This exposed Jungwoo’s torso, covered in handprints.

“What, what are you doing!”

“Jungwoo, you…”

“……Wait, don’t say anything.”

“You smell like… cum… mmmph.”

Finally, forgetting his back pain, Han Jungwoo lunged forward and covered Hyuk’s mouth with both hands.

“Let’s! Let’s go to a clothing store first! I wonder if it’s been raided already? I don’t know where we can find clothes! You’d know, Hyuk!”

From now on, he would never, ever have sex with his clothes on. He had never wanted to find a laundromat so badly.

Hyuk chuckled and playfully bit the fingertips covering his mouth.

“Why? Are you embarrassed?”

“Fuck, don’t say it.”

“It’s not like you smell like rotting corpses like the zombies. The smell of cum is fine. It’s kind of turning me on, in a perverted way. If it wasn’t for your back, I would have done you again right here.”

“Hyung! Please! Shut up!”

Jungwoo wanted to rip his clothes off. No, he decided he would rip them off.

Holding his back with one hand, he rummaged through the drawers and closets of the senior center and finally found a set of clothes he could wear.

“…….”

This time, it was Hyuk’s face that darkened.

“This is perfect. It fits, and it’s new.”

Junghyuk bit his lip, a genuinely troubled expression on his face.

He had suggested the baggy pants as a joke. But his survival partner seemed to be serious about wearing those horrific clothes.

“Are you really going to wear that, Jungwoo?”

“Should I pretend to wear them? It’s a summer short-sleeved shirt, perfect.”

Cha Junghyuk, in his 30s, a renowned model and considered an expert in fashion and clothing, though he rarely boasted about it, faced the greatest trial of his life.

“Jungwoo, you said you’d grant me a wish, right? I’m using it now. Don’t wear those clothes.”

“Hey, isn’t this much better? It’s practical. It’s cooler, and cleaner.”

“Ha…”

I really can’t understand you. The more I look at you, the less I understand what’s going on in your head.

Hyuk lamented.

+++

The pain patches and the compression bandage he’d luckily found, wrapped around his waist, worked wonders. Sitting in the driver’s seat wasn’t difficult.

Thanks to their continued luck, they also found a working faucet in the senior center’s yard. After a quick shower, he felt even better than he had a few days ago when he was perfectly fine.

“Ah~ The weather’s perfect!”

Han Jungwoo was currently pushing aside a pile of zombies in the alley behind the senior center with the large van.

He hummed a tune each time a zombie was flung away with a thud.

Hyuk, gripping the passenger side handle as usual, sighed repeatedly as he watched Jungwoo.

Every time he glanced at the driver’s seat, he felt a little faint. Jungwoo’s wrists and arms were covered in bruises and bite marks from last night. The hickeys on his neck. The handprints on his side, visible through his t-shirt sleeve whenever he moved.

Those alone were a stimulating sight, quite satisfying to him.

But the print on the t-shirt Jungwoo was wearing was incredibly irritating.

“Ha, really.”

In the center of the t-shirt was a picture of several elderly people standing side by side with their arms around each other.

Below it, in a large, rainbow-colored, ornate font, was the caption:

「Moran Flower Social Club 5th Anniversary Trip」

“I couldn’t wear something like that even if you paid me.”

“Do you think I want to wear this?”

“Do all engineers dress like that? The engineer I met before also had terrible fashion sense.”

“Tsk, don’t say such dangerous things. This isn’t a matter of sense. There’s no need to be picky in the apocalypse. If it’s there, use it. If it’s good, take it.”

At least he acknowledges it’s the apocalypse. Hyuk looked out the window.

“Maybe I should wear those baggy pants you brought. It’ll be like a matching set. Like a grandson visiting his grandma’s house, isn’t that nice?”

“It’s not nice, so don’t wear them.”

“Hmph. You were the one who said they’d be cute.”

“They’re not cute.”

Hyuk quickly scanned the map, searching for any place that might have clothes.

“There’s a fashion brand warehouse store a little further down this road. Even just picking up some underwear there would be better than that.”

“Then let’s go there. You need clothes too. If they don’t have anything in your size, I’ll give you the clothes I’m wearing. They might be a bit small… but you need summer clothes, right?”

Imagining that, Hyuk frowned and leaned his head against the passenger door.

“Fuck, Jungwoo. Step on the gas. I can’t stand looking at you. It’s agonizing. The reality that the guy I fucked until morning is driving next to me, all excited, in those unspeakable clothes, is like a dream.”

“Geez, you’re so picky.”

Jungwoo pressed down harder on the accelerator. Seeing no more zombies, Hyuk rolled down the window to get some fresh air and calm his troubled mind.

After about fifteen minutes of driving, they started to see other survivors’ vehicles, suggesting a survivor camp nearby.

As Hyuk observed them, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

‘Who was that? I’ve seen that face somewhere.’

He rolled down the window and leaned out, looking back.

But the scenery flashed by too quickly. Because Han Jungwoo was driving the van like a racer, the person he had just seen was already a distant speck.

“Huh? What is it? Did you see something?”

“No, nothing. Keep driving.”

Feeling a strange unease, Hyuk rolled the window back up.

He had a bad feeling about this.