WOP Ch 8.2

The first time he saw that name was a month ago, and he heard the voice about two weeks ago.

—So, you’re saying an unknown woman calls you every night?

“Not every night…”

—That’s the same thing!

When he answered hesitantly, the person on the other end of the line yelled back.

It had been a foregone conclusion since Song Jina realized Joyoon wasn’t enjoying their weekend afternoon catch-up call. After some pressing, Joyoon confessed what had been happening to him and around him – more precisely, in his life after work – for the past few days, and they had been repeating the same conversation for the past thirty minutes.

—Anyone would be suspicious! I didn’t think he was that kind of person!

“The conversations were all about work. There wasn’t anything strange.”

—Of course, it always starts with work. Don’t you know about office wives and husbands? Remember my ex-boyfriend? He started with work calls, then carpooling… Ugh, it makes me so mad again.

The target of her growing anger gradually shifted to someone not present. Joyoon sensed the conversation veering off course, but instead of interrupting, he silently listened to Song Jina’s venting.

—…Hey, I’m sorry. I got carried away and only talked about myself. I’m sorry. It still makes me angry when I think about it, even after all these years.

“It’s understandable. You went through a lot.”

Some wounds leave deep scars even after a long time. Knowing that pain, Joyoon carefully soothed her hurt.

—Anyway.

The talk about the past didn’t last long. Quickly composing herself, Song Jina continued the conversation.

—It’s always good to be thoroughly informed beforehand. Check who they are, their name, where they belong. When you talk to him, listen to the content as much as possible. In case he tries to destroy evidence or delete call logs or messages, you know you have to check those things first when he’s asleep and save them as videos or photos, right?

“…You sound like you’re investigating a suspect.”

—It’s all advice you’ll be grateful for later. And don’t keep digging by yourself. Once you’ve gathered some evidence, ask him directly. And if he denies it? Expose everything and stage a one-man protest. Hang a picket sign around your neck and go in front of the headquarters. Defamation fines aren’t that much. Oh, is it different in America? Do it anyway. It’s not like you’ll get a life sentence, right?

“Why would I hang a sign… and what’s with the one-man protest…?”

—Don’t just laugh and not do it. Promise me you’ll actually do it.

“Okay, okay.”

Ha Joyoon finally laughed at her concern, which persisted until the very end. Even though she spoke jokingly, he knew it was Song Jina’s way of showing she cared.

Such a kind person. You’re truly a kind and thoughtful person.

Back in Korea, after the accident, when he couldn’t properly recover physically or mentally, Song Jina was one of the few people who understood his reckless choices. His gratitude remained the same, even after all these years. It was a feeling that sometimes manifested as guilt, sometimes as a debt.

Wrapping up the gradually fading conversation, Joyoon ended the call that had inadvertently turned into badmouthing someone. There would be plenty of time to share the rest when he eventually returned to Korea.

‘More importantly…’

Tapping his phone on the table, Joyoon replayed some of the things Song Jina had said. First, as his friend advised, it was better to confirm with the person involved rather than speculating on his own. Even if he couldn’t gather enough evidence to corner him, he could at least ease his anxious mind.

Shin Kwonjoo had been coming home late for the past few days. It was because he was in charge of a long-term investigative reporting project that the headquarters was heavily promoting. Since it was a large-scale project involving Congress, he, as the person in charge, had been working late almost every day. He was someone who couldn’t tolerate working overtime, but for some reason, this time he was silently working without complaint. And that wasn’t the only exception.

[Yes.]

That call again. His hands, which had been furiously typing on his laptop keyboard, stopped. Joyoon’s eyes, feigning composure, involuntarily glanced towards where his lover was standing. Normally, it wouldn’t bother him much, but the crucial point was that the call was coming to Shin Kwonjoo’s personal phone, not his work phone. He had briefly gone to the office in the morning, but today was the weekend.

[Hmm, hmm, yes. No, it’s fine. McCord’s additional statement date has been set anyway. It will be held privately. Connaught is sharpening his knives.]

His tone was laced with laughter as he continued the conversation. It meant he was in a good mood. Even though he had come home early for once, he was busy on the phone. Joyoon kept his eyes on the monitor while focusing on the conversation with one ear. A faint, unfamiliar female voice could be heard from the other end of the line.

[If there’s anything unusual, send me a personal message right away. I’ll check it immediately. Yes, alright.]

A personal message? Was she going to contact him on his personal phone again?

Should I gather evidence like Jina said?

An unfamiliar emotion stirred darkly within him. As the call seemed to be ending, Joyoon quickly finished his work and approached his lover. As he hesitantly drew closer, Shin Kwonjoo called out to him. Joyoon. His voice was very affectionate.

“Who was that?”

“Just a reporter from the office.”

“On the weekend?”

“They’re going out for an assignment today, so they had some things to report.”

Answering calmly, Shin Kwonjoo unbuttoned his cuffs and shirt buttons. There was nothing particularly unusual about his gaze or his movements. The answer came more easily than he expected, but he hadn’t been unaware that the person was a reporter. He hadn’t asked to confirm something he could already infer from their brief conversation. Joyoon was still awkward and clumsy at expressing his complex feelings in clear words.

“It must be urgent. Urgent enough to receive a personal message at this hour. It was that… reporter who transferred, right?”

“Yes, McCord is a difficult person to manage. We have to check the situation in real-time in case something unexpected happens. It’s a headache.”

“You don’t receive personal messages for other urgent matters.”

“It’s a special case.”

Despite the repeated questions, Shin Kwonjoo didn’t meet his gaze. He continued to exchange messages with the person he presumed to be the one he had just spoken to. Hurt by the coldness of him focusing solely on the messages without even glancing at him, Joyoon changed the subject in a slightly sulky voice.

“We need to go to the grocery store today.”

“The grocery store? Why?”

“We’re out of food. You said Amy couldn’t come this weekend. We ate everything that was left for lunch.”

“…Hmm.”

Only then did Shin Kwonjoo put down his phone. He thought briefly and came to a quick conclusion.

“Why don’t we just eat out? It’s getting late.”

“We’ve been eating out a lot lately. It’s not healthy.”

“If you say so, wouldn’t it be even unhealthier for us to cook ourselves?”

Joyoon laughed weakly at the irrefutable point. He had no confidence in arguing back. It was almost impossible to win an argument with his lover using logic. However, today, Ha Joyoon wasn’t planning to let it go easily. The unease that had been building for almost two months made him unusually brave.

“That’s true, but… let’s just make something easy today. Like pasta.”

“Easy? Just how many times do you think you’ve messed up pasta?”

“I’m still better than you, Sunbae.”

“Huh.”

“……”

Shin Kwonjoo chuckled, then, sensing the strange atmosphere, tilted his head.

“What’s wrong? You look pale.”

“No, nothing’s wrong.”

The closer they got, the more clearly they could see each other’s expressions. Shin Kwonjoo cupped Joyoon’s cheek and brought his face closer.

“You clearly look like something’s wrong.”

“I said it’s nothing. Let’s go. It’ll be dinner time soon.”

Joyoon suppressed the rising dejection and quickly slipped out of his embrace, grabbing the car keys. I wonder who that reporter is. She had a pretty voice. He tried to force a smile, but he couldn’t hide his crumbling expression. He was upset, but he didn’t want to cause conflict over this, so he substituted complaints with nagging. Shin Kwonjoo’s expression changed subtly as he watched him.

“It’s already dinner time.”

“It’s not nighttime yet. Let’s go.”

At the repeated urging, Shin Kwonjoo grabbed his coat with a resigned look.

“Fine. I guess I have to cater to grumpy Ha Joyoon today.”

“I told you, I’m fine.”

“Let’s just say you are.”

The voices of the two men bickering as they left the house gradually faded away.

❄

“Sunbae, give me the keys. I’ll drive today.”

“You’ll drive?”

The hand reaching for the car door handle paused. A rare look of bewilderment appeared on his usually impassive face. Not letting anyone else drive his car was an ironclad rule Shin Kwonjoo had never broken in his life.

“I’m the one who dragged you out. So I’ll diligently chauffeur you around today.”

“How very reliable of you.”

“I’ve driven a lot on assignments, you know. You wouldn’t believe how many miles I’ve driven.”

Seeing Joyoon confidently patting his chest, his hesitation didn’t last long. Shin Kwonjoo chuckled and tossed the smart key at an angle that was easy to catch. He had already loosened his grip on his principles, noticing Joyoon’s unusual behavior since morning. He wasn’t the type to be sulky without reason.

“Alright, go ahead. Let’s see the driving skills of reporter Ha, who’s driven all sorts of vehicles in war zones. I’ll see how comfortably you can chauffeur me around.”

“Just relax.”

Joyoon quickly ran to the driver’s side and opened the door. It only took him about ten seconds to get in and fasten his seatbelt, an unusually fast speed considering his normally slow movements.

“You’re really strange today.”

“Did you fasten your seatbelt?”

Shin Kwonjoo nodded, looking somewhat uneasy.

“I just got in. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?”

“Hold on tight.”

“Wait, don’t be so hasty, slowly…”

That was the end of the conversation. He pressed the accelerator pedal deeply, and the car shot forward as if launched.

“Be careful!”

Startled by the unexpected reckless driving, Shin Kwonjoo cried out involuntarily. He gripped the overhead handle tightly. Even though he knew, Joyoon pretended not to notice and hummed as he turned the steering wheel.

“Let’s hurry up and get groceries and cook something to eat.”

“I know, so look ahead. Slow down. It’s dangerous.”

“Sunbae… slow down? I’m going 40 kilometers per hour. It’s not dangerous, so don’t worry.”

Shin Kwonjoo looked at the dashboard in disbelief. If his eyes weren’t deceiving him, Joyoon was telling the truth.

“Look ahead! It’s a curve!”

Despite his horrified yell, the car continued to speed along.

Visiting a large suburban supermarket on a weekend was nothing short of hell. It was impossible to even enter the parking lot due to the doubled crowd. After wandering around for a while, they finally found a suitable empty lot behind the supermarket. He turned the steering wheel roughly a few times before the car finally came to a complete stop. Turning off the engine, Joyoon noticed the coldly settled air and glanced sideways. He saw a pale-faced man in the passenger seat. Silence fell for a moment.

“Um… Sunbae, are you okay?”

“…….”

Instead of answering, Shin Kwonjoo covered his forehead with his hand. His eyes and expression were hidden by his hair, making it difficult to tell if he was angry.

“Should I… get you some medicine…?”

“What medicine?”

A curt reply came back. His suppressed voice suggested he was holding something back. At his lover’s continued refusal to meet his eyes, Joyoon gently stroked Shin Kwonjoo’s arm. He had acted out of frustration, but now he was a little worried about the consequences.

“Motion sickness medicine or… something like that.”

“You can tell I’m feeling sick?”

“Your face is so pale…”

“Did you think I was joking when I yelled at you to stop?”

The continued sarcasm, even after his apology, made him realize his lover’s current emotional state. He’s really angry. He hadn’t intended to upset him, but he had ultimately failed to control his emotions. It was his fault. Joyoon hid his embarrassed face and quickly apologized.

“I’m sorry.”

“What kind of reckless driving was that? This isn’t the Autobahn. And it’s even more amazing that you managed to follow all the traffic signals.”

“I didn’t break any traffic laws.”

“Yes, I know, I saw it. I just learned today that it’s possible to drive like someone’s about to die while still technically obeying the speed limit. How fast were you going?”

“It was within the speed limit… from start to finish.”

“Within the speed limit?”

“Yes. But I’m sorry.”

“That’s even more surprising.”

His apologetic voice grew smaller and smaller. The area around his usually clear eyes quickly turned red. After watching the dejected Joyoon for a moment, Shin Kwonjoo sighed and gestured with his hand. He had gotten angry and snapped at him, but as Joyoon had said, he hadn’t actually broken any traffic laws. He had just driven his car like a bumper car.

“Come here.”

“Yes? Should I get out?”

“No, just come over here.”

“Here?”

“Yes. Thanks to you, I’m completely exhausted and have no energy left to move.”

“Uh… okay.”

His hands unbuckling the seatbelt were unusually slow. Joyoon fumbled for a while, then groaned and climbed over to the passenger seat.

“It’s cramped.”

“Hurry up.”

“Okay…”

Even though it was a large car, they were still two grown men. It was uncomfortable to be squeezed into one seat, and above all, he felt embarrassed by the close proximity. As he struggled to find a comfortable position, Shin Kwonjoo gently embraced him. His face, visible through the gap, was so pale that Joyoon worriedly touched Shin Kwonjoo’s cheek and the area around his eyes.

“Are you feeling very sick?”

“A little. So hug me.”

“Haha.”

A gentle laugh escaped his lips. As if forgetting his earlier complaints about the cramped space, Joyoon hugged Shin Kwonjoo’s broad back and patted him gently. His lover’s breath, tickling his neck, was warm.

“This is nice.”

His heart, which had been beating faster than usual, gradually slowed down. He had been frustrated and anxious before leaving the house, but those feelings had long since disappeared. Ha Joyoon loved moments like this, when he and his lover shared warmth and matched each other’s pace. It was the joy of meeting after traveling through different times and walking together. As his breathing slowly calmed, the anxious feelings that had been floating around for days settled back into place. As his emotions calmed, he felt embarrassed and even more sorry for the hysterics he had inflicted on his partner.

He had never been anything but truthful to him. He knew, and yet, it wasn’t easy to fix his petty feelings.

“Are you feeling a little better?”

“Yes. I’ve never seen anyone drive like you in my life.”

“Hey.”

At the natural aegyo mixed in his laughter, Shin Kwonjoo cupped Joyoon’s chin and kissed him lightly. The corners of his mouth curled upwards. After a couple of short kisses, a whispered conversation followed.

“I thought the car and both of us were going to fly off.”

“Hey, everyone on-site said I was a good driver.”

“Who in the world said that?”

“The reporters I traveled with. They all praised my driving.”

“Are you seriously comparing off-road driving in a war zone to driving on a normal road?”

“I didn’t drive like that this time.”

“What?”

Shin Kwonjoo stopped their playful banter and pulled away slightly. His dark eyes stared intently at Joyoon across the small distance. He seemed to be thinking about something for a while before shaking his head.

“No, forget it. I don’t want to know. …Don’t drive my car again. And I’ll never ride in a car you’re driving again, and you should avoid driving as much as possible, too.”

Seeing him waving his hand dismissively, as if truly shocked, Joyoon readily agreed.

“Okay.”

“I’ve never thought this, even in the middle of a hail of bullets, but I really thought I was going to die earlier.”

“Hey, don’t exaggerate.”

“I don’t want to die a tragic and untimely death like that.”

His lover’s face, as he touched their foreheads together, was still pale. Seeing him shudder slightly, Joyoon finally chuckled softly. Their noses and cheeks touched. He loved the slightly rough stubble on his chin, a result of the relaxed weekend. He found everything about his partner endearing.

“I’m sorry. I think my driving habits got bad from driving around hastily in war zones. I never had a chance to fix them.”

“Just turn your head.”

“Why?”

“Just because. I want to kiss you.”

“Oh…”

Before he could even react to the casual request, two arms pulled him closer. The look in Shin Kwonjoo’s eyes, seen from this closer distance, was clearly one of desire. Joyoon averted his gaze with an embarrassed expression.

“We’re… outside.”

“The sun has already set. What do you mean, outside? It’s nighttime.”

“Even so…”

“You’re saying you’re sorry, but your face looks thrilled. You looked delighted.”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Mmm.”

Shin Kwonjoo smiled playfully, sucking on Joyoon’s slightly parted lips. Embarrassed by the intensity of his gaze, Joyoon gently tugged at Shin Kwonjoo’s clothes.

“You’re teasing me.”

“No, I’m not…”

Their lips met and parted repeatedly, then lingered a little longer. A warm tongue traced his lips, tangling with his own. As he struggled to contain the invading tongue, a cool hand slipped inside his clothes.

“You were practically beaming with your lips all puckered up. Be honest. You drove like that on purpose, to mess with me.”

“When did I pucker my lips…?”

His words were swallowed again. A large hand cupped Joyoon’s cheek. The other hand playfully tapped his pouting lips.

“You always do that.”

“Mmm…”

“When you’re happy and focused, your lips stick out like a bird’s beak. You’re not a child.”

“…I don’t.”

“You sometimes forget I used to be a reporter.”

A characteristically crooked smile spread across his cool features. Do you think I wouldn’t notice something like that? Unlike his mischievous grin, his low whisper was sweet.

“Someone might see.”

Even though it was an empty lot, they weren’t completely alone. Joyoon anxiously glanced around outside the window. Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was hardly anyone around.

“No one’s looking. Lift your hips.”

“Why my hips? Mmm… Ah, h-hands… What if someone sees from outside? Mmm…”

“It’s usually deserted here in the evenings.”

Shin Kwonjoo chuckled nonchalantly, kissing Joyoon’s lips repeatedly from different angles. His low whispers didn’t stop. He gripped Joyoon’s buttocks through his pants, the weight of his erection pressing firmly against him. It felt like he was about to thrust into him at any moment.

“And the windows are tinted.”

The touches themselves weren’t heavy, but their implications were unusually suggestive. Finally realizing his lover’s intentions, Joyoon asked in surprise,

“Here?”

He couldn’t form a complete sentence because he was in disbelief. Unlike Joyoon, whose face was flushed crimson with embarrassment, the man watching him was completely at ease. He even leisurely rubbed their erections together through the fabric of their clothes.

“Can’t we?”

“Of course not…”

As he cried out in alarm, the man pretended to be hurt and continued to kiss his cheeks, chin, and neck. It was a gentle yet firm pressure. He seemed unwilling to back down, which made Joyoon uneasy, but the thought of actually doing it here was even more disconcerting. As a lover, Shin Kwonjoo, like at work, wasn’t one for jokes or spontaneous adventures. Since they had become a serious couple, or even when they were just partners, they rarely had sex in inappropriate places. Their encounters were always carefully controlled and planned. Had he ever stepped outside those boundaries?

“How cold.”

Joyoon squirmed, trying to avoid the hand persistently creeping towards his side. Shin Kwonjoo lowered his body and hugged Joyoon tightly. He couldn’t escape the firm grip. It was a gesture tinged with playfulness. Joyoon finally realized that his lover’s actions were a form of revenge for his own sulking.

“I said no, really… This is bad.”

“What? Will the police arrest us?”

“No, it’s just…”

“How scary.”

The increasingly frequent teasing wasn’t unfamiliar. Even amidst his strictness, Shin Kwonjoo sometimes made silly jokes, and he was someone who always got what he wanted, using all sorts of methods without resorting to coercion. The more childish the physical teasing became, the wider Ha Joyoon’s gentle smile grew. He was embarrassed by his flustered feelings, but he didn’t dislike his lover’s teasing.

“Why have you become so cold, Ha Joyoon?”

“It’s not that…”

Joyoon glanced at the car windows. As Shin Kwonjoo had said, the sun had set, and the dark tint made it unlikely that anyone could see inside. Even as he adamantly refused, a hint of hesitation crept in.

“We don’t have a condom.”

Joyoon whispered, his face flushed and burning. It wasn’t just the lack of a condom. They didn’t have lubricant either, and it wasn’t a suitable place for sex in many ways. He felt a strange sensation as their erections continued to rub together, but Joyoon tried to ignore it and buried his face in Shin Kwonjoo’s chest.

“I’ll just pull out and take care of it.”

He shook his head vehemently at the blunt words. Shin Kwonjoo often made such explicit comments with a straight face, but Joyoon still couldn’t get used to it even after all these years.

“Hmm?”

The hair rubbing against his chest tickled. The hand pulling his buttocks apart became more forceful. He felt a flicker of anticipation at the thickness of the shaft rubbing against his entrance. Joyoon. At the last affectionate call, the loosely fastened latch finally gave way. He wondered why he was acting like this today, but then again, he didn’t know when he would see this side of his usually reserved lover again. Completely succumbing to the temptation, Joyoon closed his eyes tightly and lifted his hips slightly. His body, which had become heated at some point, trembled faintly.

“Okay. But quickly… Ah…”

As soon as he gave his permission, Shin Kwonjoo’s lips descended on his. It was a silent pressure, refusing to allow any further hesitation.

“Mmm, mmm…”

Large, beautifully jointed hands framed Joyoon’s face. The caresses were both rough and gentle. Warm breaths mingled between their tongues as if breathing life into him. He met his lover’s deep, dark eyes. Eyes that loved, and were loved.

“Lift your hips for a second.”

His lover whispered, the playfulness completely gone from his voice. Joyoon awkwardly twisted his hips, helping Shin Kwonjoo pull down his pants. It didn’t take long for the soft fabric to fall around his ankles. As a cool hand reached inside his boxers, Joyoon abruptly stopped Shin Kwonjoo.

“Sunbae, wait. This position is too uncomfortable… Ah.”

“It’s okay.”

His body, pressing against him aggressively, felt hotter than usual. Kissing him again as he took off his jacket, he pressed their bodies close together. Their erections naturally rubbed against each other beneath their tightly intertwined bodies. They were both fully aroused.

“Mmm…”

The tips of their penises naturally moistened with the gentle friction. The car seat reclined as their tongues explored each other’s mouths and teeth. Surprised by the feeling of his body falling back, Joyoon’s eyes darted around. Shin Kwonjoo chuckled softly above him and kissed the top of his head.

“Why are you so awkward?”

Their lips met before he could answer. A tongue traced his earlobe and down his neck, leaving a trail of damp heat.

“Of course I am, I’m not used to this… Ah. Ahh, wait, are you going to do it like this?”

The man, who had been sucking on his nipples, his shirt pulled up, looked up for a moment. Embarrassed by his exposed, wet nipples, Joyoon squeezed his eyes shut. His partner, however, showed no sign of embarrassment as their eyes met.

“Yes, why?”

“We’re outside…”

Shin Kwonjoo, with a somewhat shameless expression, turned Joyoon around in his arms and positioned him on top. Before he could even process the sight of his lover now beneath him, an already wet tip nudged at his slightly open entrance.

“You’re a little swollen.”

“Ah, it won’t go in. It won’t… Ugh.”

As if refusing to allow any further resistance, Shin Kwonjoo gripped Joyoon’s hips and pushed. The blunt tip of his penis pressed against his entrance. Despite his words, his hole, though slightly swollen, was still fairly open. It was because they had had sex throughout the night and into the morning.

“It’s okay. We did it this morning, so you haven’t closed up yet.”

Large hands grasped his buttocks, kneading and spreading them apart. As he said, his entrance opened easily, taking the tip of his penis.

“Ah!”

“See? You were just waiting for it, and you’re already swallowing it. Relax. Okay?”

Taking advantage of the moment when the tip slipped out slightly, a long finger easily entered and stirred inside. Startled by the spreading sensation, Joyoon groaned and shook his head.

“Ah, this isn’t good…”

“I want to put it in so badly. Hmm?”

He whispered like it was a joke, but his low, husky voice betrayed his own arousal. Joyoon’s body heated up further at the sound of his lover’s ragged breaths.

“Mmm…!”

His weak refusal wasn’t a refusal at all. No longer holding back, his penis plunged into Joyoon’s body in one thrust. It was a familiar act, making way for him, but the feeling of being filled was always new and overwhelming. The tightness never failed to make him lose his mind.

“Ugh…”

Overwhelmed by the feeling of being consumed, Joyoon buried his face in Shin Kwonjoo’s shoulder, unable to look at him. A faint scent of skin lingered around his nose, and a tingling, strangely pleasurable sensation surged through him. Shin Kwonjoo roughly rubbed Joyoon’s exposed chest with his free hand.

“See? It goes in just fine.”

“Yes, yes…”

“Ha… I’m all the way in.”

Ha Joyoon answered mindlessly, overwhelmed by the feeling of being filled. The rough thrusts, the forceful pushes, the complete withdrawals, and the forced sitting were relentless.

“Mmm, ah! Mmm!”

“Ha…”

The wet slapping sounds of his penis fully embedded and rubbing against his buttocks were explicit. With his arms around his lover’s neck, Joyoon writhed at the sensation of the fierce thrusts. But even amidst the breathless movements, he knew his lover wouldn’t hurt him.

“Are you okay?”

The familiar breath, the large body completely covering him, the harsh yet gentle voice.

“Yes… Mmm…”

Soft hair, large hands… and.

“Why are you biting your lip so hard? Open your mouth. Hmm?”

Even as he thrust, a rough hand slapped his side and buttocks whenever his mind started to drift, not hard enough to hurt. Joyoon groaned at the embarrassing sound, his face flushing even redder. He couldn’t ignore the feeling of pubic hair tickling his entrance. He was numb with pleasure, but also afraid of being stretched further.

“It’s… strange. Ugh, it’s strange…”

“Move properly. We’ll be here all night at this rate.”

Shin Kwonjoo frowned, wiping his sweat-drenched hair.

“Wait, wait… Ah, ah Sunbae, ah, gently…”

His grip on Joyoon’s buttocks tightened. Joyoon’s toes curled. Even though neither of them had come yet, he felt as if semen was already leaking from his stretched hole. The wet, squelching sounds were embarrassing. Joyoon couldn’t think straight, imagining his body wide open, taking everything in, even though he couldn’t see it. As if reading his thoughts, his lover’s laughter occasionally mixed in with his rough groans.

“It’s too much, too much…”

“It’s okay, I’ll be quick. Okay?”

“I think someone will see us. What if… mmm, what if someone sees…”

He was partly serious. A thin film of tears welled up in his light-colored eyes, but the ruthless man showed no mercy. Ignoring Joyoon’s complaints, Shin Kwonjoo pulled his slender waist closer. He came as he stroked the area around his entrance. A hot tongue licked his sweat-soaked chest. His nipples, redder and more swollen than usual, were covered in bite marks.

“It’s okay, I said. Ha… Joyoon, press your body closer to mine.”

“Haa… mmm, l-like this? Ugh…”

“I want to go deeper.”

“You’re… already… mmm, mmm…”

Waves crashed against him, churning white foam, retreating and returning relentlessly. His overly large penis ravaged his insides. A point between discomfort and pleasure was relentlessly stimulated.

“Move.”

“Ugh, mmm.”

Joyoon, panting, obediently followed his lover’s instructions. Rubbing his tense stomach, he moved his body back and forth, then up and down. He kept hitting his head against the car ceiling, perhaps because of their vigorous movements, even though the car wasn’t that low.

“W-wait… It’s too cramped… the car is too cramped… Ah…!”

“Ah, yes, ha…”

Their voices were already hoarse from their breathless moans. The heat intensified with every movement of their joined bodies. He thrust fiercely, grinding against his lover until his balls ached, and ran his hands over his wet body. Large hands protectively shielded his head whenever he hit it against the ceiling, but his penis thrust relentlessly into the space created by his arched back.

“Ah, ah! Ahh!”

The thrusts were so rough that they made slapping sounds. His reddened entrance, slick with precum, stuck and unsticked with every movement.

“Joyoon, ah… Ha Joyoon.”

“Ah, ahh… mmm…!”

His completely flattened buttocks flushed red. Joyoon gasped for air and clung to Shin Kwonjoo’s arm. He tried his best to endure the impact of the rough thrusts, but it was no use.

The intense act, heating him up from the inside out, continued for a long time.

“Are you okay?”

Their completely exhausted bodies slumped against each other. He didn’t even have the energy to check what was happening outside the car window. Joyoon pouted and buried his forehead in Shin Kwonjoo’s shoulder. He was too drained to do anything. He couldn’t even feel his backside, which had been relentlessly pounded by a thick penis. I need to get dressed. He thought with a hazy mind, but he had no energy left to move.

“I think I’m dying…”

“You always say that.”

Even his lover’s gentle voice, asking as he wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, was annoying right now. His flushed face showed no sign of returning to its normal color.

“Mmm, this time I’m serious… I hit my head so many times…”

His kisses, peppered across his sweat-soaked forehead and hair, were as soft as feathers. Joyoon weakly tried to push away the man clinging to him, but it was no use. He felt a warmth spreading at the entrance of his hole, a burning sensation. Something felt strange, like he hadn’t completely closed up.

“Let me see. You seem fine.”

“No, I have a headache…”

He whined, unlike his usual self. It was a side of him he only showed to his closest companion, as they both did for each other. Shin Kwonjoo’s laughter continued even as they kissed. A moment of peace passed.

“Now tell me.”

“Tell you what…”

Confused by the cryptic words, Joyoon met his lover’s gaze. His cool eyes crinkled slightly at the corners.

“The reason why you’ve been so down lately.”

“I told you it’s nothing…”

At the sudden request, Joyoon averted his gaze with a slightly troubled expression. His voice was tinged with the inevitable post-coital languor.