Into The Thrill

Haewon's lips quivered as he caressed his fully aroused self. The thrilling sensation of taut muscles lingered on his fingers and palm. The mere size and firmness of a man's sex, already exciting on its own, seemed ready to burst through the fabric of his pants.

Especially since it was Woojin's. Haewon recalled those deep, painting-like eyes. The well-defined bridge of his nose, the philtrum beneath, the soft, damp lips, and the firm, resolute chin.
As soon as Woojin felt Haewon's touch, he knelt down as if kicked in the shin, releasing a peculiar breath. Haewon remembered that moment. He wanted to kiss him.
"Ah... Aah…!"

Something surged through his entire body. Something hot erupted.
"Haah, haah…"
Haewon gasped for air, leaning his forehead against the shower stall. The sensation of gently dousing below washed away with the stream of water. His consciousness softly soaked in languor.

After the shower, Haewon changed into pajamas. Out of habit, he grabbed his phone and lay down on the bed, pulling the sheets up to his face. Despite having relieved himself, a persistent thirst dried his throat.
Below, he still trembled with excitement. He couldn't distinguish whether it was his heart or his excitement that fluttered. His body felt alien, as if he had taken the wrong medication. Haewon realized anew that he was in heat.
As he tried to lay down his flickering consciousness, his phone vibrated in his hand. Startled, Haewon's eyes widened. It was Woojin.

"Hello?"
—What are you doing?
Woojin's voice carried anger. He seemed unaware of the petty theft of the fifty thousand won. Besides theft, Haewon hadn't done anything to upset him. As a prosecutor, Woojin would be sensitive to criminal acts like theft.

"I have a performance tomorrow."
—I said I'd pick you up nicely in the morning.
"How can I stay with someone who wants to devour me? What about my performance tomorrow?"

Haewon was a professional. He needed to maintain a comfortable condition to go to the concert hall in the morning, finish preparations, and rehearse. He was an employee who had to keep promises with the organization that paid him monthly. He couldn't spend the night in a hotel with someone out for his blood. He hadn't run away out of fear; it was professional conduct.
—Who, me? Who devoured me?
"I didn't know it would get this far just from touching."

—Haa… Come back.
"I'm about to sleep."
—Come quickly.
"I need to leave early tomorrow."

He seemed still to be at the hotel.
—When are you going to tell me? I feel like I need to prepare my heart.
It sounded as if he might have a heart attack.

"You're always so well-prepared."
—I didn't know it would be to this extent. I wanted to rush you when I saw your performance, it’s a different level now.
"Are you pretending to be naive, or are you really naive?"

—I don't understand either. I'm excited because I'm anticipating how you'll beg me, or I'm just excited.
"……"
—So come quickly.

His voice softly pressured him. Come quickly, come to my side.
"I need to sleep."
He wanted to hear Woojin's voice more. The low tones of his voice stirred sensitive spots. It was becoming uncomfortable to breathe. Haewon slowly touched himself below, quietly stifling his breath as he slipped his hand into his underwear. He didn't say a word. Haewon, eyes closed, asked,

"How are you going to scold me?"
—What?
"How will you scold me? You said you'd scold me very fiercely."

—Of course, very fiercely. I'll make sure you can't have unnecessary thoughts.
Woojin's voice simultaneously stimulated Haewon's tension and thrill.
"I don't listen to anyone. I don’t even listen to my father, how are you going to scold me?"

—Moon Haewon, you’ll beg me on all fours.
"On all fours...?"
—Yes, on all fours. You'll end up begging like a dog. After I scold you fiercely, anyone would beg, dripping down there.

Haewon turned over. He lay face down on the bed, not touching himself, just moving his hips. The mattress, handcrafted by artisans using only manual labor, rubbed against his lower body. It felt odd, more stimulating than touching with his hands. Slowly swaying his hips, Haewon held the phone to his ear and whispered,
"Just by doing this, do you think I’ll listen to you?"
—I’ll make you ask for it.

Despite the voice filtered through the phone, a deep sensuality was present.
"I never initiate. Never."
He clutched the phone and thrust his hips against the mattress more intensely and deeply. Heat burst from his body buried in the sheets, quickly heating up the bed. He rubbed his heated cheek against the pillow.

—Don’t wait, come to me.
"I don’t want to. Do you not understand what ‘I don’t want to’ means?"
—Stop playing games.

"Scold me, will you? Huh? Scold me."
—Haewon.
His tone deepened. Despite having just showered, sweat seeped out again. The pajamas clung stickily to his limbs. Rubbing against the mattress was not enough to satisfy him. He couldn’t reach there. No matter how much he rubbed, it wasn’t enough.

Haewon grew stubborn. He wouldn't return to the hotel where he was, biting his wet lips as if making a promise. He rubbed his face against the pillow until it was a mess.
—You’re in heat yet not clinging to anyone, trying to handle it alone deserves praise.
"Handle it alone? Don’t make me laugh. I never do this alone. Never," Haewon gasped.

—Do you want to be scolded, or do you want praise?
"I want to be scolded. And I want to be praised."
—You’re driving me crazy. What are you thinking?

"Haah... ah, uh…"
It wasn’t enough. This wasn’t filling him. Haewon opened the bottom drawer of his side table. He fumbled inside. It was the first time he'd touched a toy since graduating from college. He hadn’t packed it when he decided to empty the officetel. Only now, at this moment, did the existence of the toy cross his mind, sending chills down his spine and simultaneously tightening the thirst wrapping around his body.
His fingers caught on the toy shoved at the back of the drawer. It was a plain stainless steel model, shaped like a metal rod. It was reasonably large, smaller than what had tried to tear Woojin's trousers, which was a slight disappointment, but he was desperate for it now.

—Haewon.
Woojin called out Haewon’s name, who was losing control and pouring out hot breaths alone. Haewon liked Woojin's voice. Above all, he loved it when Woojin called his name. Not responding, Woojin called again.
—Moon Haewon.

He roughly wiped the steel rod against his pajamas and put it in his mouth. Haewon was sucking on someone's sex. The sensation and taste of cold wrapping around his tongue root were foreign. It tasted of metal. The coldness heightened his excitement.
The messy sound of sucking on the wet steel rod echoed. He opened his blurry eyes to check the phone. The call had been disconnected.
Haewon threw the phone anywhere on the bed. He buried his face in the pillow and propped up his upper body. Woojin had said he’d make him beg on all fours. Haewon positioned himself on all fours and pulled down his pajama pants. Raising his buttocks, his top slid down to his nape, exposing his spine. The body buried in the bed was exposed to the air, sending a chill down his spine. He roughly applied some cream to the end of the rod and brought it back.

He gathered his breath, rough and bursting out. He placed the steel rod between his buttocks and rubbed it intensely.
There was no other existence that excited him like this. Everything about him was a first for Haewon.
"Ah, uh, uh."

Moans spilled out shamelessly. Haewon bit his heated lips slightly. His arousal intensely perceived the cold touch of the steel. He firmly pushed it deeper, a place not yet ready to accept it slowly swallowed the metal. It pressed against the flesh, licking its way inside, and he pushed it in all the way.
"Ah…!"
He pushed it until only the end of the steel rod was touchable. His breath caught in his throat. The rod slid out on its own without him touching it, stimulating the inside as it moved.

He thrust it in again forcefully.
"Huh…"
His throat tightened as if strangled, breath caught. He pushed it in again as it slid out, gradually increasing his pace.

Haewon collapsed onto the pillow, shamelessly lifting his lower body into the air.
He wished Woojin would do this to him. He wished Woojin would scold him this way. Consumed by desire, Haewon moaned like an animal unaware of shame. He knew that Woojin, who knew his passcode, could barge in at any time, and he was acutely aware that Woojin could appear even now.
His hand didn't stop, plunging into the opening. The steel rod struck his insides. A boiling pleasure made his toes curl within the bedcovers.

Suddenly realizing that Woojin hadn't called from the hotel but had followed him and was calling from outside his door was startling, but he couldn’t stop. Haewon didn't cover or hide his naked body. And he didn't stop.
"…Ah, do something. Ah, ah…!"
Haewon pleaded to no one in particular. Each time, the steel rod jabbed inside him. His exposed buttocks trembled shamelessly.

A burning gaze seemed to scan his body, eyes blazing toward the parts he wished not to show.
Suddenly, Woojin had approached next to the bed. Haewon's face, flushed red, rubbed against the pillow. His arm stimulating the back trembled. These were muscles and positions he seldom used. The wet area below twitched. The deeply inserted steel rod was slowly pushed out by the internal pressure, the sensation of it licking down the inner walls was vivid.
"Ugh…"

As he tensed his buttocks, the rod dropped to the bed with a thud. He fumbled on the bed; the rod wasn't in his hand. As he tried to sit up, a powerful force jabbed him inside.
"Ouch…!"
The steel rod was now in Woojin's hand. As Woojin thrust it into him, Haewon raised his buttocks in front of him, clutching the sheets. The white sheets twisted instantly into a swirl. His inner thighs trembled.

"Ah, ah! It hurts!"
Whether it was pain, sadness, or joy, it was an indistinguishable plea. The force much stronger than what he did himself jabbed inside him. His breath scattered, panting. The rolled-down shirt choked his neck.
Haewon touched his chest. He stimulated his hardened nipples, rubbing them. Tightening the unfixed steel rod caused his buttocks to twitch. An unbearable pleasure stormed through him. As the speed and frequency increased, he gasped as if he might lose his voice.

"I'm going to… ah, it feels like I'm going…!"
Woojin's hand moved faster. The intensity increased. The steel rod, having absorbed the heat, was now hot. Haewon twisted his waist, stiffening his entire body.
"Ah…"

A soundless sigh or moan leaked pathetically from his barely open mouth. He spewed again what had been released during the shower. Consciousness sank deeply. His whole body trembled.
His limp body collapsed onto the bed. The heated rod clattered down behind his thighs. His drenched private parts twitched on their own. His consciousness slowly cleared.
"Haah…, haah…"

The breath that had been making his chest heave calmed down. His vision was blurred with tears. Blinking, he caught his breath, lying down when Woojin's hand touched his naked body. His hand slowly stroked the insides of his thighs and buttocks. Haewon ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ turned his head.
Woojin's face was visible. He had never seen him so rigid. It wasn’t anger or sadness. An unexplainable expressionless face stroked Haewon’s naked body as slowly as his hand did.
The thing that couldn’t be compared to the steel rod was fiercely erect on his left thigh, its outline clear.

Woojin and Haewon could excite each other to the limits repeatedly.
"…Scold me."
Haewon spoke as if begging. His hand moved up from his buttocks, tracing the hollow of his back to his nape. His hand stopped at the neck. His hair, damp with clean sweat, clung messily.

"How should I scold you?"
He asked, his voice feigning calmness but containing uncontrollable anger. A voice enduring something, bearing something. Haewon was determined to respect him if he endured this time too.
"I want it."

"Discipline…, isn't easily gained by a body like yours."
"I want it."
Haewon was immediately excited again by his voice. No, he could be excited. His sweaty naked body was fearfully scrutinized by his eyes.

"Do you only want to do it with me?"
He asked. He was trying to correct his bad manners, repeating the same questions and stories.
He had already approached very close. Haewon looked up at him. He gazed at Woojin's swollen lower parts and his chest and face. His eyes met Woojin's from a dizzying height. As he reached for Woojin's lower body, Woojin grabbed Haewon's audacious wrist tightly. It felt like it might snap.

"Tell me, Moon Haewon. Do you want to sleep with me because you like me?"
"I want to."
"Say it with a condition. Tell me it's not with just anyone."

"You…, Woojin, you're the most anyone."
Haewon's voice was already hoarse. His cracking voice scattered distantly but conveyed the meaning clearly. His face twitched.
"You've learned to speak wrongly."

"…"
"I have to teach you all over again. Wash that head clean."
He suddenly grasped Haewon's hair. His head was jerked back. Haewon grimaced. The man’s lower body was right in front of his face. As he exerted strength in his hand, his lips nearly touched Woojin's private area.

"No one else but me."
"Ugh."
"I have to modify you so no one else can touch you."

That wasn’t spoken to Haewon but to himself. It was a promise or a vow to himself.
The scalp in his tight grip hurt as Woojin's hand exerted a rough force. Frowning, Haewon looked up at him.
For a long while, he gazed down murderously, then slowly let go of Haewon’s head. He gently placed it on the pillow, softly patted the nape he had gripped painfully. He pulled down the top that had slid up to his waist. Lazily, he covered the naked body with a sheet.

The undisciplined body, having discharged its desire, provoked Woojin in the wrong way and suffered alone.
Haewon fell into a deep sleep.