OMS 39

After tossing and turning for a while, Park Dong-sik opened his eyes, recognized the face in front of him, and let out a small sigh. He checked the time, and it was still before dawn. His body felt smooth as if he’d been wiped down and dressed in pajamas while he’d passed out.

Kim Tae-han was asleep like a mouse, and Park Dong-sik scrutinized his face carefully. Upon closer inspection, he looked quite similar to Kim Jun-han. It was obvious they were related. He didn’t even stir when Park Dong-sik blew on his face.

He got off the bed to light a cigarette, but his back was throbbing. Ah, asshole. He can’t even be gentle. He sat up in bed, holding his back. Suddenly, someone grabbed hold of his wrist. He turned around and saw that Kim Tae-han had opened his eyes and was looking at him.

“Where are you going?”

Park Dong-sik looked back and forth between his wrist and Kim Tae-han.

“I’m not running away. Let go.”

Kim Tae-han sat up and checked the time. Park Dong-sik released his grip in the meantime and went to get a cigarette. He stood in front of the window, bit into the cigarette, and lit it, but Kim Tae-han came over and snatched it away.

“What the hell?”

“Just in case.”

Park Dong-sik pondered what the other man meant, and only fully understood when Kim Tae-han’s gaze landed on his stomach, and his face contorted as a result.

“Are you crazy?”

“I said, just in case.”

Park Dong-sik furrowed his brow.

“Don’t even think about it. It’s not going to happen.”

“What if it does?”

“What if it does? Then we’ll erase it.”

There was silence.

Kim Tae-han looked mildly shocked, and Park Dong-sik was exasperated.

“You’re crazy. Do you really want that?”

“….”

“Don’t waste your time. There’s no way I’m having a baby, no matter whose it is.”

Park Dong-sik stubbed out his cigarette and went out onto the balcony. He didn’t like children, and he’d never imagined having one himself. He’d brought up the subject of children with Kim Tae-han only to provoke him, not to say he wanted to have one.

He lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke into the air, and the wind blew in. It was fucking cold outside. Crossing his arms, Park Dong-sik looked down and his eyes opened wide. A car was pulling in at this time of the morning, and it was definitely Kim Jun-han’s car.

He said he flew to Busan or something yesterday on a business trip….He stubbed out his cigarette in surprise and panic and rushed inside, but Kim Tae-han came up to him with what looked to be an angry face right then.

“How can you talk about something like that without even batting an eye?”

Park Dong-sik grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the stairs.

“Forget about it. You go back to your place, now.”

Kim Tae-han shook off his arm, and Park Dong-sik let out a long sigh.

“Kim Jun-han’s downstairs.”

“So?”

“Are you crazy? You’re doing this with me and you want everyone to find out?”

“He already knows everything anyway.”

Park Dong-sik was rendered speechless. He wasn’t wrong. But only a fool could see that there was no good coming from being seen like this, especially since the divorce was pending. If he wanted to get away with anything, he’d better not get caught cheating.

“Don’t argue. Go. I’ll call you.”

He was halfway down the hall when he heard the front door open. Park Dong-sik freaked out and threw Kim Tae-han on his back. Kim Tae-han snorted as he dragged him into the bedroom.

“Are you bothered by my brother?”

Shhh, he put his finger to his mouth and listened outside the door. Park Dong-sik heard the sound of footsteps as they got closer. 

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, his nerves on edge. That was when Kim Tae-han grabbed Park Dong-sik by the shoulder and shoved him against the door.

When he turned around in surprise, Kim Tae-han had already pulled down his pants and underwear and slid his fingers between his buttocks. The hole, which had been loosened by multiple penetrations, accepted his fingers without difficulty and made a gurgling sound.

“Hey, you!”

Park Dong-sik grabbed his arms to stop him, but it was no use. He quickly jerked his fingers out and cupped his chest with his other hand. Park Dong-sik pressed his forehead against the door and swallowed a groan. 

“Fuck. Stop…”

Kim Tae-han rubbed his lips against Park Dong-sik’s ear.

“Does the thought of my brother out there turn you on more?”

“You crazy bastard. Stop, ugh!”

A finger forced the hole open from the inside. Then it slid out, and before he had the chance to relax, the cock was in again. It was uncomfortable to take a cock in while standing, but Kim Tae-han pushed with all his might.

His lower body slammed into the door with a loud thud, and Park Dong-sik covered his mouth. As if on cue, someone’s cell phone rang. It belonged to Kim Jun-han, and his voice came from outside. “Yes, no, that’s Secretary Choi, I’ll get back to you.”

“I’m right, fuck. Hearing Hyung’s voice makes you tighten up a lot.”

Kim Tae-han whispered conspiratorially in his ear and forced two fingers into the hole where his cock was. Park Dong-sik clutched his hand to stop him as the pain threatened to tear him apart, but the other man only continued to move his hips.

“Huh, Hee-soo….Imagine if my brother and I shoved our fingers into your hole together.”

“Ha…”

“What do you think? Would you go crazy with pleasure?”

Park Dong-sik opened his mouth and drooled. Son of a bitch, I’m going crazy right now even if I don’t admit that’s true. The thrusting began to pick up speed, and each bang against the door strained his entire body. He squeezed his eyes shut. The door opened and Kim Jun-han walked in, and the thought of the three of them making out made him feel a rapid rush of ejaculation.

Damn, am I really this perverted?

The sound of approaching footsteps jolted him out of his reverie, but Kim Tae-han must have sensed it too because he hugged Park Dong-sik’s upper body tightly from behind and clamped his large hand over his mouth.

[Mr. Lee Hee-soo?]

Just then, Kim Tae-han withdrew his fingers and pinched and twisted his nipple so hard it hurt. Mmmm, I’ll have to stand on my toes to hold back a moan. The other man rubbed his hard cock against him from behind. The erotic sensation made the hairs on Park Dong-sik’s body stand up on end, and he felt like he was melting from the heated sex. At the sound of footsteps, followed by the slamming of a door, Kim Tae-han slammed his hands ferociously on his waist.

Fierce. It got faster and faster, and he hugged himself, moaned, and then cried out, cumming inside. With his cock still inside him, Kim Tae-han raised his hips again and again. It felt like he was determined to impregnate him, and such a thought made him shiver.

As his cock slipped out, Park Dong-sik’s legs gave out and he couldn’t stand up. He sat up, gasping for breath, and glared daggers at Kim Tae-han, who was grinning devilishly at him.

***

[“It should be in there somewhere.”]

Park Dong-sik searched through the bedroom drawer while holding his phone to his ear. Why are there so many medicine packets? He couldn’t tell what was what. As he was checking them one by one, Chairman Kim’s thick voice came through the receiver.

[“There should be yellow capsules. Did you find them?”]

Park Dong-sik discovered the yellow capsules while rummaging through the medicine packets.

“Oh, here they are. Should I take them right away?”

[“You need to take one pill a day for about 3 days. But…”]

Kim Yoon-ah’s voice trailed off.

Seeing her obvious hesitation, Park Dong-sik cut in first.

“Don’t ask who I did it with.”

“Okay…”

Even though he was comfortable with Kim Yoon-ah, he didn’t want to tell her about having sex with Kim Tae-han last night and that he came inside. Damn it. At least there’s this morning-after pill or whatever it is. But had Lee Hee-soo taken these before? Looking at it, there were signs that some pills were missing. Is it really okay to take these carelessly?

While searching the Internet, Park Dong-sik confirmed that infertility was a side effect and swallowed one pill without hesitation. Infertility? Thank you very much. I don’t want to have kids anyway. Afterward, he ventilated the room for a long time. He also sprayed pheromone deodorizer everywhere to erase Kim Tae-han’s scent.

“This really makes me feel like I’m having an affair.”

He laughed self-mockingly and went outside, but there were no traces in the living room. After briefly staring at Kim Jun-han’s bedroom, he went downstairs, where he unexpectedly encountered Kim Jun-han in the first-floor hallway. An awkward silence fell between them.

“Oh, when did you come home?”

“At dawn.”

“Where have you been?”

“I went for a run to clear my head.”

Come to think of it, he’s rarely in workout clothes. His naturally falling bangs give off a different vibe too. The suit looks good, but this appearance is quite nice too, he thought, when Kim Jun-han headed to the kitchen. While contemplating whether to return to the bedroom or not, Park Dong-sik headed to the kitchen too. His waist ached and his hole burned with every step.

That bastard, Kim Tae-han.

While cursing internally and touching his waist, Kim Jun-han stopped making coffee and stared at him.

“Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

Park Dong-sik shook his head with a startled expression. 

“No, not at all.”

“That’s good.”

Was he worried?

Park Dong-sik felt guilty for no reason, but then Kim Jun-han turned around with his coffee and said, “I thought you might have torn something.”

“…”

“The way you were walking down here like a whore.”