Into The Thrill

Haewon couldn't believe he was doing this and enjoying it so nonchalantly with the man Taeshin had secretly loved. It didn't bother him. It wasn't that he wanted to strip in front of him out of determination, but rather, he was resisting out of spite, yet he didn't dislike him.

As Hyun Woojin moved, the well-defined muscles on his forearms, rolled-up sleeves, twitched. Every movement accentuated his ambitious physique tightly enclosed in a white shirt, which was extremely enticing. It seemed like a deliberate ploy to showcase his attractive features. Haewon found himself wanting to keep looking at him.
While kissing Haewon's palm, Hyun Woojin closed his eyes and brought his lips «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» to Haewon's fingers. Haewon handed over one hand to him while reaching out with the other to gently stroke his sharply defined eyes. The densely packed eyelashes felt under his fingers. His heartbeat quickened and intensified.
Hyun Woojin sucked on one of Haewon's fingers, seeming ready to suck and lick all of them. The middle finger entered, rubbing against the hot, moist mucous membrane inside. As Hyun Woojin tightened his throat and sucked, a mild pain surged as the blood rushed to the finger.

“…Ah.”
When Haewon moaned in pain, Hyun Woojin, still sucking on the fingers, interlaced his fingers with Haewon's soaked hand. He gripped it tightly and pressed it down on the bed. Using his arms as supports, he hovered over Haewon. Haewon looked at him with precarious eyes, vulnerable to his dangerous and bold seduction.
“If you want more, don't hesitate to say it.”

“Yes, sir. If you want, just do it without saying. I'm easy.”
He smiled charmingly and lowered his head. Anticipating his lips, Haewon tilted his chin up, almost as if betting on who would induce the feeling first. They overlapped their lips, slowly stimulating each other.
Haewon stuck out his tongue, licking and pushing it inside Hyun Woojin's lips. Their thick tongues rubbed against each other, moistening the inside of the mouth as if soaking the brain. For both of them in their prime, it was an unbearable sensation.

Both were already aroused. Even in the dark, the outline of what he had pushed aside against his thigh in black dress pants was clearly visible. It was definitely not impotent.
Haewon subtly lifted his knee, touching the inside of Hyun Woojin's left thigh as if by accident. Haewon's mouth invaded roughly, his tongue thrashing inside.
Hyun Woojin pressed Haewon's mischievous knee down onto the bed. Haewon lifted his knee again, sucking his lower lip vigorously, and rubbed the knee against what seemed like a pushed-aside contour on the left thigh.

Hyun Woojin felt it and laughed leisurely. His lips changed shape. When touched slightly, he pressed Haewon's leg down with his own. As a result, their lower bodies brushed against each other. Both flinched. Their lips slightly parted, and Hyun Woojin checked Haewon's face, whose cheeks had turned a heated red.
“Haah…”
Now, it was a matter of who had stronger self-control. Haewon hadn't been able to last long due to the unsolicited cleanup around him. Masturbation wasn't enough. Haewon was used to resolving his sexual desires by being penetrated, and he was familiar with such acts. So, he had been starving for quite some time.

In fact, he had been aroused even when Hyun Woojin had kissed him goodbye at the door and had secretly touched himself while on the phone in bed without Hyun Woojin noticing.
“On the phone…, haah, while on the phone…”
“What? What about the phone?”

He breathed in sharply, trying to ignore Haewon's movements as he tried to rub against him after pushing down with his knee.
Their lower abdomens brushed against each other, sending a current like a strong shockwave up their spines. Their lips meshed, delivering an exquisite pleasure that made their entire bodies shiver. Their breathing escalated, threatening to turn into moans. Haewon felt like he might cry, his throat continually tightening.
“In bed, huh? Ah, wait. In bed…”
He grimaced noticeably. Haewon rubbed his lips against his cheek and chin. When Haewon pressed his wet lips down as if pinning them, the grip on his hand tightened painfully.

“Hand, hand… it hurts. Hand.”
When Haewon expressed pain, Hyun Woojin loosened his grip. The pallor that had gripped between the fingers eased. His joints ached. Released, Haewon grabbed Hyun Woojin's collar as if seizing it, pulling his upper body down, and Hyun Woojin resisted by leaning on his elbows. Half in a plank position, his arm muscles trembled as if they might burst.
“If you can't stand it, say it. Lay down the terms.”

His voice grew seriously intense. He didn't trust his own restraint. Haewon, pretending not to understand his words as if they were a foreign language, shook his head quickly.
Deliberately lifting his hips, he bumped into his pubic area. The thick bulge pressing against his sensitive left thigh seemed painful even under slight pressure. He continuously exhaled in agony.
“I actually… in bed, with sir, while on the phone, haah…”

“What, keep saying something about the bed, uh.”
Haewon wrapped his arms around his shoulders and overlapped their lips. Saliva dripped through the gap, soaking wet. The rough play of tongues stimulated the mucous membranes increasingly roughly. His breathing was hot, and while supporting all his weight on his elbows, Hyun Woojin also had to support Haewon's weight pulling him down.
Haewon almost clung to his thigh, trying to press down on Hyun Woojin's calves from behind to bend his knees, but it wasn't easy. His well-trained body resisted strongly, unexpected in its defiance. Their struggle for contact became breathlessly intense.

Haewon's arms, hanging onto his neck, were now trembling. Lifting his hips required strength. He regretted neglecting his calisthenics.
Haewon moved his hands to his shoulders and back. His spine under the dress shirt was sticky with sweat. The shirt-covered upper body was burning hot.
“Aren’t you suffocating?”

Haewon pulled down his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.
“Haah, what about the bed?”
After undoing two buttons and reaching for the ones below, he grabbed Haewon’s hand and pulled it away. Trying to endure, his forehead creased, and wet hair clung to it. Exhausted, Haewon sprawled on the bed. He pinned down Haewon’s wrist as if it were the culprit.

“Take it off.”
“Set the terms.”
“Hold me.”

“Set the terms.”
“Sir.”
“That’s not a term.”

“Elder.”
“What’s this about the phone in bed?”
Barely managing to separate from Haewon, Hyun Woojin took a breath and asked.

“I did it while listening to your voice, sir.”
“…”
He breathed painfully again. His chest constricted. His eyes, sharp as a snake’s without double eyelids, scrutinized Haewon’s face with a clinging gaze.

“Not okay…? Huh? Why does it have to be… that’s strange.”
Haewon told him. Held by Hyun Woojin, his upper body couldn’t rise, and he barely managed to reach him by leaning on his shoulder.
“Let go. It hurts… huh?”

He released his grip. Haewon stretched his arm around Woojin's back and embraced him tightly, feeling the contours of his back that had protected, defended, and represented him. He indulged in the touch as much as he wanted.
"Your voice, I like it. Your voice… I like it."
This was sincere. Haewon did not dislike Woojin, but he was particularly fond of his voice.

"Do it again."
Talk to me. Say anything.
He whispered this hanging from his neck, his lips grazing Woojin's earlobe and cheek. As he sought Woojin's lips, Woojin's hand finally moved, clutching the hem of Haewon's shirt. He was trying to undress him.

Haewon looked down at Woojin's hand on his shirt with tension. The fist holding the fabric was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
It wasn't without reason. He lowered the shirt that had been pulled up to reveal his belly button. Haewon could no longer endure it. Woojin was a detestable man. How futile words were, yet how stubbornly Woojin clung to them, foolishly trying to draw them out and subdue him.
Even though he said this life was all they had...

Even though he had spoken such cruel words.
Haewon knew he was not about to dispose of Woojin like a bothersome problem. It was impossible.
"You should have developed some principles by now……"

"……"
With a husky voice, Woojin asked. Haewon neither nodded nor shook his head, only giving him a resentful look. While feigning ignorance, there was a visibly intense tension on his left thigh, as if the fabric could tear.
Haewon, feeling betrayed, suddenly gripped it tightly.

"Ah…!"
Woojin's knees buckled and he collapsed onto the bed.
"Why ask for principles you don't have?"

Haewon rubbed vigorously over the bulge in his pants, touching the sensitive tip with his fingers. Woojin reacted unexpectedly, excited simply because it was Haewon's hand touching him. He loved the hands that played music, the same fingers Woojin had sucked and licked were now touching him intimately.
"Haewon, wait, just a moment."
Woojin tried to get up in a fluster, and Haewon stood up with him, facing each other on their knees, a better position to continue what he started. Using his entire arm, he gripped Woojin’s intimately as if to squeeze it, looking into his eyes.

"Are you ready to strip in front of me? Only in front of me?"
"Ah…"
Overwhelmed by the stimulation, Woojin leaned his heated forehead against Haewon's shoulder. The fabric of his trousers was damp. He turned his head, his breath rough against Haewon’s neck. He kissed his neck, licking and nipping, moving his mouth over his cheek to his ear, caressing him.

Haewon shrugged his shoulders, his hand not stopping. He rubbed the outside, tracing the distinct shape of the head intensely with his fingers.
Unable to endure, Woojin grabbed the back of Haewon's head and pulled him into a fierce kiss, feeling his pulse throb vividly. He finished inside his trousers. The muscle tremors slowly subsided.
Haewon removed his hand from beneath him. Breath that seemed to snap hung between their overlapped lips. The rough tongue that had been ravaging inside moved away, licking the roof of his mouth as they separated with a lascivious sound of wet flesh.

"……"
Haewon was filled with unresolved desires, but Woojin’s eyes were too tranquil to provoke any further. In the darkness, their gazes met like a forest without a breath of wind.
"Strip only for me. No one else. No other bastard."

Woojin's voice roughened.
"What if I don't keep that promise?"
"You die, I die."

"……"
"No, you die, that bastard dies, and I'll destroy his entire clan. You'll get it from me either way."
"How will you punish me?"

"I’ll punish you fiercely. So you’ll never think of doing it again."
"……"
"If you can’t speak, just nod. Do you want to strip in front of me?"

Haewon nodded slightly.
"Do you only want to strip for me? That’s what matters."
"……"

He was demanding unbearable emotions. Woojin was chewing up even Haewon's feelings, trying to digest them as his own. Haewon didn’t answer, just stared back at him, though Woojin wasn't forcing him to respond.
Woojin sighed and rested his face on Haewon's shoulder. The tingling sensation from touching him lingered on his fingertips. Haewon hurriedly wanted to touch himself with that tingling feeling. Half was stubbornness, and half was guilt towards Taeshin.
Taeshin had longed for the man who was now demanding from Haewon. Taeshin had longed for those words, now whispered by him into Haewon’s ear. Taeshin had once said he wanted to be reborn as Moon Haewon, thinking that as Moon Haewon he could turn Woojin’s attention. It wasn’t foreseen to turn out this way. In the end, the Woojin that Taeshin had longed for was right in front of him.

Haewon didn’t want to want something so badly that he’d steal it from someone else. That person was dead. That person was no longer in this world. Just because things had turned out this way, Haewon felt no need to feel guilty. Dead was dead, and the living were living, and the survivor was the strongest. Haewon hadn’t stolen Woojin from Taeshin. He knew this too well, yet couldn’t shake off the thought that he was committing a wrongdoing.
After calming his breath for a while, Woojin got out of bed. Aware of his uncomfortable lower body, he headed to the bathroom.
Haewon sat there dazed.

The sound of water running came through. The first to spill his desire, what he would do next was irreversible. Haewon was sure to lose. He was in a disadvantageous position. A fearful wave of emotion that felt like being devoured washed over Haewon.
He had been dragged out without bringing his wallet or phone. Haewon rummaged through Woojin's jacket and pulled out a wallet from the inside pocket. It contained cash and cards.
He took out a fifty thousand won note, stuffed it in his pocket, grabbed his coat, and hurried out of the room. He took the elevator down to the lobby. His walk was so fast that anyone could tell he was fleeing. As he exited the lobby, a taxi slid up smoothly. He hurried into the back seat when he heard a voice calling him.

"Moon Haewon."
Woojin had followed him out. Haewon quickly got into the car and shut the door.
"Sir, please go quickly. Hurry."

"Where to?"
"Just start driving!"
With Haewon's sharp urging, the taxi driver unconsciously pressed the accelerator. Woojin, following behind, stood in the place Haewon had left, stopping his steps in vain. His figure was visible in the rearview mirror. He did not chase after him.

The taxi headed straight for the officetel.
Haewon paid the taxi fare with the fifty thousand won he had taken from Woojin's wallet and entered his home to check his phone. There were no calls from him. It wasn't in his nature to chase after him or to persistently call to hunt him down.
Taking off his coat, his body was sticky with sweat. The erection had subsided somewhat, but the tingling sensation that had buoyed his waist was still fully present.

He showered. Standing under the hot water pouring from the showerhead, he touched himself below, sweeping his hand down as he recalled the breaths that had poured into his ear.
Woojin had said he would scold him in a low, resonant tone. Haewon wanted to be scolded by him. He wanted it to sting, to hurt a lot, very much so.