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Sehwa let his swollen hands hang limply at his sides, silently enduring the barrage of kisses from Ki Tae-jeong. Every time Ki Tae-jeong’s rough tongue scraped against the roof of his mouth, a chilling shudder ran down his spine. Ki Tae-jeong’s greedy tongue seemed intent on stealing even the groans Sehwa was forcing down his throat.

“Wrap your arms around me.”

Ki Tae-jeong gave the command while their lips were still locked. It seemed like he intended to move them to another location. Sehwa wiped his tear-streaked cheeks with his arm and tried his best to lift his heavy hands. Whether to wrap them around Ki Tae-jeong’s neck or to grip his shoulders—he had to do something. It would make it easier for Ki Tae-jeong to move, which was why he was told to cling to him. But the excruciating pain that came a moment too late made it impossible to even move a finger.

“You’re so high-maintenance…”

When Sehwa could do nothing but pant, Ki Tae-jeong muttered in a low voice, firmly supporting Sehwa’s buttocks and lifting him up. He showed no signs of strain as he hoisted Sehwa, an adult man, with one hand. Even though Sehwa was on the thinner side, he had never once been told he was small. Yet, Ki Tae-jeong handled him so easily, as if Sehwa were some small, scrawny creature.

Tightly holding Sehwa to the point he could crush him, Ki Tae-jeong strode forward. Every time their bodies bounced with his steps, their tightly pressed groins rubbed together, sending subtle tingles through Sehwa. Even in this situation, it was infuriating how his body reacted wherever it was touched. Had the few times they’d had s3x already turned into a habit? No, maybe it was better that he wasn’t thinking about anything else.

“Mm… ngh…”

The limp Sehwa swayed as Ki Tae-jeong moved him. The tip of his glans had already begun to glisten. If only he could rest his forehead against Ki Tae-jeong’s shoulder, he might have felt a little better, but the relentless kiss on his lips made that impossible. Ki Tae-jeong was kissing him as if he held some kind of grudge.

A sharp crack echoed like a door breaking, and in an instant, Sehwa’s body tilted. It felt as if they were falling into water as they collapsed together onto the bed. Of course, the mattress wasn’t like the waterbed in Ki Tae-jeong’s office.

Sehwa squirmed slightly, trying to shift his body under the weight of his own arms, but then his eyes met Ki Tae-jeong’s. The unreadable, dark gaze bore down on him, and Sehwa quickly lowered his eyes. Hoping not to upset him, Sehwa slowly tried to shift his body backward.

Ki Tae-jeong, who had been silently watching, veins rising in his temple, seemed annoyed by Sehwa’s fidgeting. Suddenly, Sehwa’s waist was grabbed, and his body was jerked upward in one swift motion. All his efforts were in vain as he ended up lying flat beneath Ki Tae-jeong again.

Ki Tae-jeong leaned back against the headboard, looking up at Sehwa. Fearing a scolding, Sehwa hastily straightened his posture. Ki Tae-jeong parted his lips as if to say something, his brow furrowing in displeasure. It was the perfect moment for harsh words to start pouring out, or at least some vulgar teasing. Bracing himself to endure whatever was coming, Sehwa tensed up—but Ki Tae-jeong remained silent, lost in thought.

“…”

After a brief moment of contemplation, Ki Tae-jeong let out a short sigh and grabbed Sehwa’s waist firmly. Sehwa, who had been perched awkwardly on Ki Tae-jeong’s abdomen, was pulled down. A trail of slick liquid began to leave faint marks along Ki Tae-jeong’s hard, rippling muscles as if they were etched into his body. The soft flesh of Sehwa’s buttocks squished against Ki Tae-jeong’s unyielding torso, a body so solid it seemed capable of stopping a bullet.

As Sehwa adjusted to Ki Tae-jeong’s movements, he suddenly had an odd thought. He hadn’t taken any drvgs or applied any patches, so why was he so wet? The sticky fluid dripping along his inner walls… it felt exactly like the secretion that only came out when he had taken an aphr0disiac.

“…Ah!”

But before Sehwa could make sense of it, the pressure of Ki Tae-jeong’s hands squeezing his thighs broke his train of thought. His hips were pulled up, the firm grip spreading his bvttocks wide, exposing the twitching h0le with no place to hide. Ki Tae-jeong’s nose brushed against the split of his a$s cheeks, and warm breath hit the sensitive, embarrassing spot.

Ki Tae-jeong busied himself with Sehwa’s round t3sticles, biting and rolling them in his mouth, before finally svcking hard on the still-pale perineum. The sticky sound of friction echoed as the tender flesh was pulled into his mouth. Sehwa barely managed to prop himself up on his elbows on the sheets. The wet, slurping sound of Ki Tae-jeong sucking deep from within made Sehwa’s ears flush bright red. It was embarrassing… and exhausting. He just wanted to erase everything that had happened today. Too much had happened for him to even pretend it was okay.

And the man who was at the center of “all that” couldn’t care less about Sehwa’s feelings as he nudged his hips upward. Of course. If Ki Tae-jeong were the type to consider Sehwa’s feelings, he wouldn’t have forced him down in the first place.

Sehwa, taking the hint, grabbed the massive d1ck that had sprung up in front of him. There was no way it could fit in one hand, so he grasped just enough to hold and suck on, trying to stabilize himself by pressing his other hand against the bed. The sharp pain in his wrist felt as though it were being sliced by a knife, but Sehwa swallowed his groans. They wouldn’t matter to Ki Tae-jeong anyway.

“Mm… ngh…”

Even with his mouth open as wide as possible, Sehwa could only just manage to take in the head. His mouth tingled, a sign that his lips might have torn slightly.

Sehwa rolled his tongue as he licked the tip, just as Ki Tae-jeong plunged both of his index fingers deep into Sehwa’s h0le. He spread it open as if unlocking a door, moving his tongue in circles. Every time the snake-like tongue slithered up his groin and probed inside, his thin lower belly tightened with tension. The t0ngue darted in and out rapidly as if it were a phallus itself.

Meanwhile, Sehwa’s awkward attempts at sucking Ki Tae-jeong’s d1ck were pitiful. A quick glance revealed that despite how much he had taken in, there was still a long way to go. He was trying to be careful, but the size was overwhelming, and occasionally, his teeth lightly grazed the sensitive tip.

Considering how unskilled his oral technique was, it was strange that Ki Tae-jeong didn’t complain. The erection in his mouth continued to swell. Was it enough just to have something to thrust into? The act was so clumsy that Sehwa doubted anyone would stay aroused under these conditions, yet Ki Tae-jeong’s d1ck was now fully er3ct, leaking precum.

“Urgh!”  

As if not allowing him any time to think, Ki Tae-jeong suddenly grabbed Sehwa’s hips. A wet pop echoed from below, followed by the abrupt withdrawal of the probing fingers and tongue from Sehwa’s body.  

“Hmph!”  

There was no time to process the soreness left in the stretched opening. Ki Tae-jeong repositioned Sehwa’s body with ease as if he were just an object, manipulating it into a new position on the mattress. Before Sehwa realized it, he was already sprawled on his back, completely disheveled.

Ki Tae-jeong settled between Sehwa’s spread legs and began rubbing the head of his d1ck against Sehwa’s h0le. It was clear what was coming next. Sehwa braced himself, preparing for the inevitable pain, breathing shallowly. But strangely, nothing happened.  

Sehwa peeked through his half-closed eyes, catching sight of Ki Tae-jeong’s lowered face. His gaze was fixated on Sehwa’s battered wrists. He absentmindedly rubbed the swollen, reddish skin for a moment before turning away without saying a word. That was it. Twice now, Ki Tae-jeong had acted as if he were about to speak, only to fall silent.

“Ah…!”  

With a sudden yelp, the head of Ki Tae-jeong’s d1ck caught at Sehwa’s h0le. Just as Sehwa was about to wonder what Ki Tae-jeong would do next, a wave of pain so sharp and intense swept over him that it left no room for any other thoughts. The rock-hard d1ck burrowed deeper into his soft inner walls, advancing further inside with each thrust.

“Damn, this…”  

The sensation of Sehwa’s insides tightly clenching around him caused Ki Tae-jeong to let out a lazy sigh. He licked away the sweet residue of the precum still on his lips before bending down further. As his hips moved in rhythm, a thick moan escaped their joined mouths, reverberating between them. It wasn’t an aroused or seductive sound—more like a painful groan—but for some reason, that only turned him on more.  

“The way you’re tightening… it’s amazing…”  

It was as if honey had coated Sehwa’s insides; the walls clung to Ki Tae-jeong’s d1ck, refusing to let go. Ki Tae-jeong relished the sensation, thrusting in shallow strokes, enjoying the sticky resistance. Sehwa had gotten somewhat used to the act by now, allowing for deeper penetration than before.

Ki Tae-jeong’s hand slid down to graze Sehwa’s chest, which was beginning to swell from the friction. As he played with the hardening n1pples, the liquid built up inside Sehwa burst forth, creating a slippery path for him to thrust through. He gently sucked on Sehwa’s quivering tongue, swallowing every bit of saliva, leaving both their lips dripping with a lewd wetness.  

Despite how deeply Ki Tae-jeong was thrusting, he still felt starved for more. When he began to rotate his hips in wide circles, Sehwa’s body clenched tightly in response. Ki Tae-jeong scratched at the area as if unsure, but it prompted Sehwa’s trembling head to fall back even harder. Watching Sehwa’s throat bob violently with each swallow, Ki Tae-jeong made up his mind. Grabbing Sehwa’s ankles, he spread his thin legs wide, almost parallel to the bed, and slammed his d1ck in as hard as he could.

“Goddamn, this is…”  

Sehwa’s pale body quivered uncontrollably, overcome by the lingering waves of sensation. His tender flesh clung tightly to Ki Tae-jeong’s d1ck, making Ki Tae-jeong curse involuntarily. Ki Tae-jeong slammed his scrotum, which was as big as his cock into Sehwa’s lower body, each impact sending shocks through Sehwa’s body.

“Ahh…!”  

Sehwa, unable to withstand the relentless pounding any longer, tried to stifle his moans by biting his chapped lips. His chest heaved with the effort, showing just how hard he was holding in the sounds of pain. Though he hadn’t started crying yet, his eyes shimmered with unshed tears, glistening faintly. With determination to finish this once and for all, Ki Tae-jeong shoved his d1ck in, deeper and harder, breaking through to the very end.

As he bent over further, the weight pressed down on Sehwa, pushing his d1ck even deeper. Sehwa let out soft groans, barely holding it together, his delicate eyes trembling behind tightly clenched lids. His face flushed crimson even though Ki Tae-jeong hadn’t touched it yet. 

Honestly, Ki Tae-jeong hadn’t paid much attention to Sehwa’s pleasure before. It wasn’t that he intentionally only enjoyed himself—he wasn’t inexperienced. He knew how to hit the right spots, and if he pounded hard enough, Sehwa would climax on his own, purely from physical stimulation.

So his movements were often simple, but Ki Tae-jeong enjoyed talking dirty to Sehwa as he thrust into him. There were many ways to make someone pass out from pleasure, but Ki Tae-jeong found it far more satisfying when Sehwa, still somewhat clear-headed, responded to his words. When that moist voice of Sehwa’s called out to him, addressing him as “Director” in that strange, misplaced way, or when Sehwa, with a hazy, confused look, turned back and asked why he was saying such things—it made Ki Tae-jeong want to pull out his d1ck and spill his cum all over Sehwa’s wide, watery eyes.

Today was no different. In fact, the way Sehwa was taking him in seemed better than any of their previous s3x. Sehwa, watching Ki Tae-jeong’s reactions, was doing his best to accommodate him fully, straining to take his d1ck all the way. It was almost pathetic, but also satisfying. The way he seemed to beg for attention, sulking a little—it was, honestly, kind of cute.

But… something about the whole situation felt off. There was this nagging feeling, like he was missing something important, and it kept gnawing at the back of Ki Tae-jeong’s mind. What was this unease? He toyed with the idea as he gently stroked Sehwa’s collarbone. When his fingers brushed over Sehwa’s stiffened n1pples, the man’s face flushed red, and he held his breath. As Ki Tae-jeong pounded hard below, intent on devouring Sehwa’s torn lips, the realization hit him—suddenly, he understood what had been bothering him all along. This was it.

“…Sehwa.”

As soon as he uttered the name, like touching a nerve, Sehwa’s tense body jerked in surprise. He was frozen, like a butterfly caught in a web, only managing to flutter his eyelashes in response. Ki Tae-jeong was already familiar with the tearful face of this beautiful man, but it never got old. Yet…

“Why aren’t you making any sound?”

Sehwa, who used to cry out sweetly and beg as Ki Tae-jeong drove into him, was now keeping his mouth firmly shut, as if it were sealed with honey. Even with his wrists swollen from being bent so hard, even as he bit his lips until they bled, Sehwa stubbornly held back, refusing to utter a word of pain.