Into The Thrill

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Woojin opened his eyes. He had a bad dream. Frowning, he abruptly sat up. He threw off the blanket and was about to get out of bed when he stopped, noticing the figure lying beside him.
Haewon had fallen asleep after enduring him all night, taking it until the very end before breaking down into sobs and gasping for air.

Moon Haewon was a violinist. His performance carried the depth and energy of a serpent that had lived for a hundred years, with exquisite technique and delicate expressiveness. When he was fully immersed in his music, his face became so sensual that it made the lower body throb.
Moon Haewon had the most preferred appearance out of everyone Woojin had ever ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) encountered. His personality, however, was unpredictable—impossible to pin down.
He had met many beautiful people, but none had ever aligned so perfectly with both his external and internal preferences like Moon Haewon. If someone looked good, their mind was empty, making conversation unbearable. If their inner world was fascinating, they would be so consumed by a singular obsession that their appearance would fail to arouse any desire. Woojin was well aware of his own fastidious taste.

There had never been another like Moon Haewon, who was exactly to his liking both in looks and essence. Whether dressed or undressed, he fit Woojin’s tastes perfectly. Their encounters always exceeded expectations, leaving him deeply satisfied.
Those arrogant eyes that stared people down, the pale skin, the long, slender neck, the smooth body that compelled him to touch—it was all to his taste. And above all, those fingers, the ones that danced across the violin’s fingerboard, producing sounds that directly struck the lower body—those fingers, just fingers, had the power to arouse him.
He had approached Haewon because of Lee Taeshin’s case, but soon enough, indulging in someone who so perfectly fit his preferences became reason enough to continue the relationship.

Woojin had tamed him like a wild colt. And Haewon, without even realizing Woojin’s involvement, had willingly become his.
It was fortunate that Haewon’s officetel was located close to the prosecutor’s office.
Woojin checked his wristwatch. 6:05 AM. He had a meeting at seven, but the sight of Haewon lying naked in bed made all thoughts of work evaporate. Even though he knew better, he spread Haewon’s legs apart. His long, lean legs parted in an obscene display.

Haewon let out a weak groan, burying his face in the pillow as if to protest. Woojin gripped his already hardening length and pressed it between the cleft of Haewon’s parted buttocks, tracing the groove with the tip.
The exposed body trembled. As he rubbed against him, his hand moved forward to touch Haewon’s nipple. He grasped the bare chest, his fingers tightening like he was grabbing a mound of flesh. Haewon barely managed to open his heavy-lidded eyes. His voice, hoarse from exhaustion, came out in a cracked whisper.
“…What are you doing?”

“You’re awake? Go back to sleep.”
Woojin whispered softly in his ear, releasing his grip. He should have taken his fill while Haewon had lost his mind last night. But if he was too rough, it would hurt. If it hurt, Haewon would resist. And if he resisted, then more trouble would follow—dodging his calls, running away, disappearing. Haewon had done everything he could to piss him off.
Easing his grip, Woojin lazily teased Haewon’s nipple. The slight shiver of his body pressed against bare skin. Already, he was reacting, his lower body subtly rubbing against the bed. It was rare—no, it was the first time he had ever seen someone respond so naturally to desire without looking vulgar.

Watching the smooth, sensuous movements of his body, Woojin slid both hands to Haewon’s chest, toying with both nipples and the areola without restraint. He covered Haewon’s back with his own chest. His hardened shaft, leaking precum, pressed against his ass, rubbing against him.
Woojin, who loathed uncertainty, took deep satisfaction in the completion of his possession—both Haewon’s body and mind were his to command.
“Aah, nnngh…”
Haewon let out a breathy moan, an erotic sound that sent a shiver down his spine. Wanting to hear more, Woojin pressed his cheek against Haewon’s, then kissed down his nape and across his shoulders. He wedged his leg between Haewon’s, forcing them together, tightening the space where his cock was trapped.

Moving his hips slowly, he thrust between the crevice, teasing just below his groin. His hands never stopped their play. He pinched Haewon’s erect nipples between his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make him shudder.
"Haewon."
"…Mmh, nnngh?"

"I want to do it."
“…Again? It hurts."
"When I say I want it, you just need to nod."

“…No… No, it hurts."
He had lost count of how many times they had done it last night. They had spent time apart, trying to distance themselves, only for Haewon to fall sick and end up hospitalized with the flu, wasting several more days.
With both his body and mind utterly worn down, Haewon had relaxed in his arms, surrendering himself completely. As if to say, Do whatever you want with me. As if his body was Woojin’s to claim.

Woojin’s pent-up desire had accumulated for every day Haewon had been absent. It had been a wise decision for Haewon to seek him out before he did something drastic. The faint thrill he had felt upon seeing Haewon huddled in front of his officetel door replayed in his mind. The chill that had licked down his spine that night had been pure exhilaration—raw, addictive.
He had distanced himself from Haewon, trying to rid himself of the obsession. Yet, seeing him trembling in the cold, standing outside his door, it became clear—if he couldn't have Haewon, he would rather kill him. Woojin redefined his concept of Moon Haewon in that moment.
He had forgiven him, taken him back, possessed his mind and soul in his own way. The love Haewon had whispered through his tears—I love you—was an amorphous confession, but it had granted Woojin the joy of possession.

From the crown of his head to the tips of his toes, Moon Haewon belonged entirely to him.
And yet, his possession was weakly shaking his head in protest.
"Haewon. If I say I want to cum inside, you should spread your legs nicely and say, Please, hyung, cum inside me. Right?"

"No, it hurts…"
But Haewon wasn’t just whining for no reason. When Woojin touched him below, he was still burning hot and swollen. Last night, he had utterly worn him out. Haewon had endured up to three rounds, but by the fourth, he had completely broken down. Not realizing how arousing it was for Woojin, Haewon’s cries of It hurts… I can’t… I’m going to die… had turned his entire body into an instrument that sang in perfect harmony.
"Say it. Please cum inside me. Say it."

"Ah, stop it. You fucking pervert."
Haewon shuddered, recoiling from the obscene words whispered into his ear. Woojin knew how much he liked his voice. Just his voice alone could make Haewon cum ten times over.
As he continued teasing Haewon’s chest and lower half, Woojin lost the last of his patience and thrust inside him.

A scream, laced with tears, ripped through the air.
"It hurts, it hurts… Ah, it hurts! Hyung, hyung…!"
His walls clenched around him, pulsing, contracting. Woojin drove in deeper, lifting his hips in rhythmic thrusts. Haewon’s cries grew more desperate. Woojin grabbed his hair, tilting his head back, watching as tears streamed down his cheeks and dripped from his chin. He was truly in pain.

"It hurts, it hurts—Hyung, Woojin hyung, ah, ah…!"
Seeing Haewon’s agony, Woojin felt a faint pang of regret and pulled out. The sudden contraction scraped against his tip, sending a sharp jolt through his body.
He gripped his throbbing cock and ran a hand over it. The only reason he could stop midway was because of Haewon’s hands. Those beautiful hands, the ones that created such exquisite music, sent just as much pleasure through him as being inside Haewon.

Woojin guided Haewon’s trembling hands to grasp him.
Still crying, Haewon obeyed.
Woojin placed his hand over Haewon’s, moving together, stroking faster.

Woojin's hand, which had been moving hurriedly, finally came to a stop. He frowned slightly as he spilled a thick load of cum onto Haewon’s chest. The swollen red nipples and bruised areolas, darkened to the color of red bean paste, were soaked in his release, which trailed down Haewon’s side and seeped into his armpit.
"Haa…"
Woojin rubbed the tip of his still-dripping cock against Haewon's chest. Haewon flinched at the sensation. He had whined, cried, and complained about the pain all night, but he didn’t seem to actually hate it. If Haewon truly disliked something, it would be a hassle in more ways than one. So Woojin had learned to keep his unruly desires in check—to some extent.

Moon Haewon was different from others. Unpredictable. Like a ping-pong ball bouncing in random directions, impossible to calculate where it would land or how to guide it to his intended target. He had to handle him carefully.
The strange thing was that, sometimes, Haewon walked right into Woojin’s hands all on his own. And Woojin found that endearing.
Leaving the exhausted Haewon lying there, Woojin got out of bed. He took a shower and dressed. Even after all that time, Haewon didn’t so much as lift a finger, still sprawled lazily on the bed. It was only after Woojin had fully dressed that Haewon finally stirred and sat up.

He stared at him in a daze. Woojin approached him, cupped his cheek, and lifted his face to get a good look. It was a face that was visually satisfying just to look at. Seeing it up close, rather than through the photos Jaseok had sent, made him want to keep staring. The thought that this belonged to him filled him with a sense of satisfaction.
It wasn’t just Haewon who had suffered during their time apart—Woojin had also been restless, unable to see him, unable to touch him. He ran his thumb over Haewon’s chapped lips. Haewon looked up at him with those clear, unfocused eyes.
"Don't skip breakfast. Take your meds. If anything feels off, go to the hospital. I’ll tell your mother."

"This is because of you."
"What can I do? It had been too long, and I couldn’t control myself. You’re just too pretty—I can’t hold back."
"…"

Rather than getting annoyed at the compliment, Haewon looked at him with an expression that seemed to demand more praise.
Woojin always spoke strategically. Especially with people he slept with, he was good at saying exactly what they wanted to hear. Rather than making things difficult by upsetting them, it was far more beneficial to say a few words that would make them pliable and easy to control.
Haewon’s dissatisfied expression didn’t fully disappear, but it seemed to soften. The tension in his tightly pressed lips eased.

"I'm going. Get some more sleep."
"Mm. Call me if you miss me."
Woojin hadn't meant to, but he found himself smiling. Every time Haewon unexpectedly hit him right in the chest, he ended up smiling without intending to. He should have just turned around and left, but his body refused to move.

Instead, he reached out and ran his fingers through Haewon’s soft hair. He pressed a kiss to his forehead, took four slow breaths against his skin, and only then managed to pull away and leave.
When he checked his watch outside Haewon’s officetel, it was already 7:10 AM.
The prosecutor's office parking lot was full. Woojin parked in the executive lot and got out. The early morning meeting had gathered the Special Investigation Division Chief, the Deputy Chief leading the joint investigation, and several junior prosecutors in the chief’s office. He was thirty minutes late.

Woojin entered the room, interrupting the deputy chief prosecutor, who had been briefing the case on the whiteboard. He bowed slightly to Lee Seung-min and the deputy prosecutor.
"Apologies for being late."
"What’s gotten into you lately, Woojin? Why are you late so often these days?"

Lee Seung-min, seated at the head of the table, turned to look at him.
"I guess I’ve been busy with too many things lately. It must be catching up with me."
His tone suggested they should just drop it. Woojin took a seat and accepted a file from a junior prosecutor. The briefing resumed.

"The finance team leader is scheduled for questioning today. We’ll review everything and determine the legal applications."
"I’ll handle the interrogation."
At the end of the briefing, when the deputy prosecutor volunteered to conduct the questioning, Woojin cut in. Investigative cases like these were prime opportunities to build a record of achievements. There was no way he would let someone else take it. Seeing Woojin’s intent, Lee Seung-min gave a slight nod of approval.

The meeting ended. As the Special Investigation Division 3 prosecutors exited the chief’s office, heading to their respective rooms, Prosecutor Jung Ho-myung, trailing behind Woojin, leaned in and asked,
"Senior, do you have a girlfriend?"
"What?"

"I can see the mark on your neck."
Woojin turned to look at him. Jung Ho-myung’s gaze was fixed on his neck. Running his fingers over his skin, Woojin felt the faint sting where Haewon had bitten him the night before.
Haewon had a habit of biting his lips hard enough to draw blood, or, when the mood struck, leaving deep kiss marks on his neck and collarbones.

Last night, at some point, Haewon must have decided he didn’t want to be the only one in pain. Out of nowhere, he had latched onto Woojin’s neck and sunk his teeth in as hard as he could. Woojin had scowled, grabbed his hair, and yanked him away.
Haewon was completely unpredictable. Wild. Impossible to anticipate.
"You sure notice a lot."

"What kind of person is it? I seriously can't believe someone managed to capture your interest. I’m really curious."
There was something pointed about Jung Ho-myung’s words. Woojin had always prioritized work above all else. He had given his best effort to his career and ignored everything else. Though he had once been engaged, he had never actually been in love. The people he had dated were either targets he approached for a specific goal or partners he met simply to satisfy his desires. Nothing beyond that. He had never been interested in anything more.
For a brief moment, he thought about Moon Haewon. About how, despite trying to distance himself, he had become a distraction—something that pulled at his focus, something he couldn’t ignore. He had set everything aside and chased after Haewon in the end.

"I got hurt while exercising. What the hell is in your head to see it like that?"
Woojin replied in a flat, indifferent tone. Jung Ho-myung scratched the back of his head.
Cute.

That was Woojin’s overall impression of Moon Haewon.
Moon Haewon was cute. The way he threw tantrums, the way he called him "old man" or "grandpa," his fearless attitude—unlike anyone else, he never found Woojin intimidating or difficult. That brazenness was endearing.
Even his usual expression—lips pressed tight in irritation, face set in a hard glare—was cute. The way he shamelessly pretended to be a college student despite being well past that age was cute.

In Woojin’s eyes, Haewon was like a small creature scampering around in his palm. Just cute.
But the moment he played the violin, he became something entirely different. An entirely different kind of person. Sensual. Breathtaking.
And devastatingly good at stimulating his senses. Haewon provoked Woojin’s sexual urges like no one else. Being around him made Woojin feel like a starving beast, constantly pushed to the edge of restraint.

He had always considered rape to be the most revolting crime. Yet, there had been moments when he felt like he might lose control, driven mad by the sheer desire to have Haewon. Most of the time, he managed to hold himself back.
"Should I set you up on a blind date, senior? It’s about time you started dating. What kind of type do you like?"
"Cute and sexy."

Woojin responded without thinking, Haewon flashing in his mind.
"That’s unexpected. I thought you’d go for something more unusual—like the youngest top-ranked law school graduate or someone who aced all three legal exams. You know, someone extraordinary."
"I’m just a normal guy."

"I never would’ve guessed you were into ‘bagels.’"
"What?"
"A baby face with a glamorous body. That’s what we call a ‘bagel.’"

"A baby face and a voluptuous figure? That’s a pretty perverted combination."
"If you have time for nonsense, focus on your work instead."