HARD 3

“Do it harder. Since you’re bad at it anyway. It doesn’t matter if you’re bad, so just do it rough.”

At those words, his forearm hardened.

Was his pride hurt? Good. I should provoke him more. It would be great if he got angry and choked me or something.

Woonha moved his legs to wrap them around the other person’s. Then he pressed his body closer.

“Ah! Ah! Ugh, fuck… ha, ah, it hurts.”

Saying it hurt, Woonha smiled, but he could feel the other person flinch and shrink back.

“I told you I like it when it hurts… ah, don’t stop!”

Woonha barked, but it was no use.

In the end, Go Woonha jabbed the other’s stiffly frozen chest with his elbow. Perhaps it was an unexpected shock, as the strength in his arms gave out. Taking that opportunity, Woonha turned his body and got on top of him. He gripped his penis with the beads in it and moved with his eyes half-closed.

Ah, this is crazy. Why didn’t I do this sooner? Did Cha Gyuhan have this kind of talent and was just playing coy all this time? If I had known, I would have forced him down and put it in. Woonha moved his body like a madman, feeling a pleasure that reached the verge of an orgasm he had never felt before. The other person, who had been stiff and frozen, also at some point began to thrust his hips up forcefully.

It hurt, he was really bad at fucking, and there was no foreplay, but it was just a good fit. Is this what sexual compatibility is? When we did it from the front, it was just okay, but can it be this good when we do it from behind? Go Woonha, who, despite being American, had a knack for understanding strange Korean phrases, chuckled.

His head gradually tilted back with the sexual sensation. When he squeezed his penis as if wringing it out, his Adam’s apple trembled. Contrary to his promiscuous behavior, Go Woonha was a very neat and handsome young man, and his neckline was particularly straight, to the point of looking virtuous. It was ironic that this was most prominent when he was having sex.

“Ha, ugh, don’t come yet.”

Go Woonha muttered with his eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus on the pleasure.

“If you come, it’s really… it’s really the end. I won’t see you anymore, hyung.”

Right at this very moment, he decided to continue the relationship. If he fucked me hard, maybe I could be the bottom one time out of ten.

As Woonha threatened him like that, a groan of grinding teeth could be heard from below. He seemed to be really holding it in.

He wasn’t the type of person who got excited while looking at his partner’s aroused face, so Woonha closed his eyes and pursued only his own pleasure.

It still hurt, and when his partner moved his hips roughly, the timing was horribly off, so it felt like his stomach was being pierced and his insides were getting bruised, but strangely, strangely, pleasure mingled in between the pain.

“Ah, it’s really, really good…. This… I should have… done it sooner… hngh!”

Woonha trembled, clenching his teeth.

He pushed his chest all the way forward and scratched the area where the beads were with his fingertips. At that, semen burst from Woonha’s member.

“Ah, aahh, ughh!”

It was a quite satisfying climax for the first time in a while. No, maybe it was the first time ever.

As Woonha shivered and trembled, squeezing his thighs until they were tightly raised, his partner also let out a long-held moan and came.

He came inside without a condom, but Woonha decided to let it slide because he was satisfied. He looked at the ceiling, panting, and then grinned. Ah, impressive, isn’t he? Did he notice I was about to break things off? If so, of course I have to dote on him. With a clear, smiling face, Woonha lowered his head to praise Cha Gyuhan.

“…Hmm?”

But he wasn’t Cha Gyuhan.

“Who…?”

The partner Go Woonha was sitting on top of, the one he had been having sex with just moments before, thinking he was Cha Gyuhan, was a strange man he didn’t know at all.

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The man, belying his large frame, was flustered and at a loss for what to do. He looked like a student who had been called into the teacher’s office.

Of course, Go Woonha had never been called into the teacher’s office, nor had he been summoned by the principal. He had always been a model student. Regardless of what he did behind the scenes.

“Are you Cha Gyuhan’s younger brother?”

Go Woonha asked as he put his underwear, which had fallen to the floor, back on.

His insides were throbbing, and his entrance was a little, no, quite a bit sore, but still, he’d had a satisfying session for the first time in a while. It felt like the pressure of having two put in, and it was a shame he couldn’t see it because it was dark. Anyway, it could be called a success.

“No, did I pounce on you? Who was the one who touched my chest and licked my ass first, why are you so intimidated?”

Woonha smiled gently. There was no intention of being sarcastic, and indeed, no such nuance was felt at all. Because it was the plain truth.

“What’s wrong? Does your dick hurt? Hmm… what should I do. Should I, kiss it better?”

Only then did the man’s head snap up.

His unruly hair was long enough that if you gathered and pulled it, you could tie it into a small tail, and it covered most of his face. Although he wasn’t his type, Cha Gyuhan was very handsome, so naturally, he became curious about his brother’s face. Is he covering it like that because he looks nothing like him and is ugly? His dick was handsome, though. Woonha cupped his hand slightly, recalling the size and shape of his penis that had been inside him just moments ago, and approached him.

However, Cha Gyuhan’s brother stepped back as Woonha got closer.

“Ah, why.”

Woonha beamed.

“You don’t like me? That’s harsh…. Did I do something so wrong? But I’m not the only one at fault, am I?”

Erasing his beaming smile, he muttered bitterly, and the other person held out his large hands and waved them in front of him.

He really doesn’t talk much. Really. Come to think of it, he hadn’t heard his voice once the entire time they were doing it, just some moans.

Woonha rubbed the nape of his neck with a troubled expression. At that, Cha Gyuhan’s brother took a step forward in a panic. He was caught. Go Woonha grabbed his arm as if snatching prey. His own fingers were long and his hands large enough to be praised as good for playing the piano, but the man’s forearms were so well-developed that he couldn’t get a grip on one with a single hand.

“Let me see your face. How can I not feel wronged if I don’t even know the face of the person who was just licking and fucking me.”

Wronged, my ass. He didn’t feel wronged at all. Because whether he was fucking or getting fucked, Go Woonha quickly forgot names and faces once the relationship was over.

Woonha quickly grabbed his head before Cha Gyuhan’s brother could pull his head back again.

From a distance, his hair looked slick and greasy, but it wasn’t; his hair was just in good condition. The strands themselves were thick and plentiful. The feeling of it in his hands was so good that Woonha found his fingers twitching, as if wanting to grab a fistful of his hair.

And at the face that was finally revealed, Woonha’s eyes widened.

“No younger brother is as good as the older brother…”

He asked back with his expression, as if to say, what does that mean.

“Is that saying right? I don’t know proverbs well.”

“…It’s right.”

A gloomy voice crawled out. It was a voice that literally seemed to be crawling out.

It was a shame that he seemed to lack confidence, couldn’t make proper eye contact, and his voice was fading. Because both were quite good.

“Now, my hair…”

Woonha was on the verge of dying from laughter.

No younger brother is as good as the older brother? I think there is one? Isn’t there a proverb like that too. Jeongjureoram. Go Woonha internally recited the four-character idiom that was subtly wrong and sounded subtly strange.

The person who spread my ass and licked it ravenously whether I was sleeping or not is getting this shy just from having his hair pushed up and making eye contact? If it were someone else, it would be annoying, but he was kind of cute. He felt the urge to torment him, as if dealing with his own younger brother.

How many years older is Cha Gyuhan than me?

“What’s your name?”

Ah, it was five years. So even if he was the younger brother, there was a possibility he was older than him. He couldn’t tell from his face.

“Your name. If you don’t want to tell me, then don’t.”

He rarely asked first. He must be in a really good mood. Was it because he met a good dick, no, a good person, when his sexual frustration had reached its limit?

“…Won.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s Cha Gyuwon.”

He mumbled, squirming his body.

Because of that, his gloomy bangs, which had fallen from Woonha’s hand, covered his face again.

A black t-shirt, likewise black jersey-material sweatpants, and shaggy hair that covered his entire face. On top of that, there were some semen stains on the t-shirt and pants, leaving white marks, which made him look even worse. It was a style he would never have even touched under normal circumstances, thank goodness they started by putting it in first. If he turned out to be younger on top of that, it would really be the worst.

Go Woonha asked, hoping he was older than him or the same age.

“Mr. Cha Gyuwon, how old are you?”

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“Why are you sighing like that?”

Woonha looked at the portfolio documents pushed in front of him and acknowledged them with a nod.

“Did your younger brother cause trouble again?”

“No. He’s fine. He made a good marriage.”

Woonha cheered up, thinking of his cute younger brother and his wife.

He couldn’t bring himself to say that he was sad because he had eaten something delicious for the first time in a very long time, only to realize that it contained an ingredient he was allergic to.

Of course, here, the food was a man, and the ingredient was the man’s age.

‘…Twenty-three.’

Fuck. He’s a baby?

Go Woonha froze with a smile on his face.

It wasn’t a one or two year difference; he was truly a baby. He was even younger than his brother and his wife.

It was very problematic. Woonha recalled his own ignorant younger days. The ones he picked up randomly would stalk him, cry, cling to him, try to out him, and act very tiresome.

If one were to say that the guys he had selectively met after that were no different, he would have nothing to say, but anyway, perhaps because the memories from that time were so intense, Woonha was completely sick of younger guys, even if he didn’t show it.

It was only natural that his feelings cooled the moment he heard Cha Gyuwon’s age.

‘Hmm. I see.’

Woonha replied gently and packed his things.

‘Uh, where are you going?’

Cha Gyuwon called out to stop him in his gloomy, low voice, but he didn’t stop.

‘When Gyuhan hyung comes, tell him I had a good time. Goodbye, then.’

Woonha gave a clean and snappy farewell and, as he came out, changed Cha Gyuhan’s contact name. To his workplace and job title. Let’s just meet for business from now on. Goodbye.

That was a week ago.

The problem was that Go Woonha had very good stamina. He was on the verge of falling ill. From being antsy.

Honestly, it wasn’t that he hadn’t slept with anyone during the past week. Go Woonha had a threesome for the first time in a while. It was the first time since a few years ago when two guys had tried to shove it in him at the same time without permission.

But the two, who seemed to be friends, were flustered and at a loss for what to do, and then asked him, ‘So, what position should we get in?’ which was so absurd that it completely turned him off. It turned out they had lied about their age. They said they were barely twenty, but their faces looked unbelievably old for their age.

Go Woonha left the two of them with a smile on his face and paid the hotel bill. Whether you’re still friends tomorrow morning is up to you.

Ha, really… this is why I hate kids. I hate them, I definitely hate them….

Go Woonha chain-smoked as he kept thinking of one person. Even as he was reminded yet again of why he had avoided kids until now, the fact that he kept thinking of him must mean that that time was really good.

His already boring daily life became even more dull and unsettled. The problem was that his body’s condition remained the same.

As his life grew boring and he found it hard to bear being so antsy, Go Woonha could only think of one food that contained an ingredient to which he had an allergic reaction.