Into The Thrill

Hyun Woojin observed him intently in such a situation. It wasn’t with eyes clouded by lust or desire but with a mixture of curiosity, hesitation before crossing a line, and fear, making it difficult to explain his look. Such eyes roamed over Haewon’s naked body. As his gaze passed over each part, it felt as though that area was being struck with a thin cane, a sharp sensation tingling through. At the tip of Hyun Woojin’s penis, which was pressed tightly against Haewon's lower abdomen, viscous seminal fluid shimmered.
“You get excited on your own, shake on your own, and then leave on your own.”

His voice was calm, but his eyes sparkled darkly in the shadows. It was the deadly matte black he had seen in the dark forest. Hyun Woojin firmly grabbed Haewon’s chin, lifting his drooping head to meet his gaze, as if to snap him out of it, gripping his cheek harshly. The grip on his jaw and facial bones was painful. With slightly furrowed brows, he spoke in a tone that seemed annoyed.
“I told you not to do it alone.”
“I didn’t do it alone. You touched me.”

“Going alone is doing it alone. Don’t come on your own accord. From now on, you come only when I allow it.”
Looking at him silently, Hyun Woojin grasped his jaw and facial bones again with a strong grip that seemed to crush them, asking if he understood, if he comprehended what was being said properly. Haewon barely nodded. Hyun Woojin gathered the viscous fluid on his abdomen with his hand and smeared it between Haewon’s legs. His arm moved down to the intimate area, and Haewon’s gaze followed from his arm to his shoulder and chest to his face. His fingers subtly touched the sticky fluid below. His lower body twitched. He looked at Haewon with just his eyes.
“I’m childish for wondering how many have been in and out of this hole.”

“Even if you use all fingers and toes..., still, ugh, it’s not enough.”
“Stop babbling. There are jokes that sound good and jokes that make you feel dirty.”
“You asked first.”

“I don’t need to be reminded constantly. It already disgusts me to think that someone else has been chewing here, and I want to run after that bastard right now and stomp his head in. Don’t provoke me, just shut up.”
He had been kind, gentle, and careful, but that manner of speaking had vanished without a trace. Hyun Woojin felt unfamiliar. The face meticulously woven with consideration for Haewon showed no ease.
This unfamiliar him was disconcerting. It wasn’t like the person who had simply kissed him at the door and playfully stimulated him, patting his head as if he found him cute.

An instinctive fear shook his body. He didn’t dislike this Hyun Woojin. Now, he liked everything about him. What stood between his legs looked like a weapon capable of assault.
Haewon awkwardly looked up at him. He slowly swept his hand over Haewon’s body. His hands, spread wide, swept down from the knees along the insides of Haewon's thighs, completely covering them. His thumbs pressed so hard into the flesh that each area blanched and then reddened where his hands passed.
Hyun Woojin lifted Haewon's legs and pressed his lips to the parts he had just swept over. He nibbled and chewed on the skin with his lips and teeth. Haewon clutched the sheets with both hands. His heart throbbed with extreme tension and anticipation. His lips moved closer to the center. The penis that had just ejaculated twitched, releasing something. Blood rushed, and the insides of his thighs became sore, and the flesh stood erect again. Selecting only the sensitive spots on the insides of his thighs, he licked them long with his tongue, then suddenly buried his face in Haewon’s groin.

"Ah!"
That he had pretended to be kind, that his courteous manners were nothing but a meticulously calculated sham, Haewon realized as he grasped the hair of the man sucking beneath him like a beast. This blatant behavior was precisely the appetite he had so desperately wanted to uncover.
His scalp was hot with heat. As he tightened his grip on his thighs, Hyun Woojin's cheeks touched the inner flesh. The inside of his mouth sucking on his tongue felt hot and squishy.

Haewon moaned as if he was hallucinating. The man sucking on his penis spit it out and licked down below. A sticky tongue touched his perineum. Reflexively, his thighs clamped tight.
"Ah, no, stop, stop, stop...!"
Unable to bear the overwhelming sensation, his legs trembled in the air, and his toes spread out and curled up white.
"I’m coming out, I think I’m going to come!"

It wasn’t the sensation of ejaculating. It was different. Something else entirely. Haewon felt a dizzying emptiness wash over his mind as he frantically hit his shoulders. His face flushed red as he lifted his head that had been buried between his legs.
"Ah, ah..."
He rubbed his wet lips with the back of his hand. The barely endured sensation sliced through like a razor.

Hyun Woojin brought Haewon’s hand to his own penis. The trembling hand grasped it. His fingertips, turned sharp, couldn’t muster strength. They delicately caressed the burning skin. He spread Haewon's buttocks with each hand.
"Ah!"
The hole twitched. The gaze upon the starkly exposed area grew thin. Haewon struggled with his legs, unashamed till now, even having raised his buttocks and masturbated with toys before him, but his face heated under the explicit gaze. And suddenly, the man thrust below.

Without any care or preparation, his penis pierced through below, pushing aside the insides and embedding deep. A tearing pain was felt.
Haewon grabbed his shoulders. This wasn’t the Hyun Woojin of last night, who had shown such respect, patience, and restraint.
"Ah! Ah!"

He was relentless. There was no sequence, no modulation of intensity. From the start, he pushed in hard and kept pushing forcefully. It felt like being hit in the abdomen.
"It hurts, ah, it hurts, ah!"
Haewon screamed. Looking down at Haewon with a calm face as if having perfectly separated his upper body from his lower body doing such deeds, Hyun Woojin swept back Haewon’s disheveled hair and then tightly grasped it. It pulled like the hair was being ripped out.

Thump, thump, the sound of flesh pounding was not the obscene noise of intercourse but the noise of assault.
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts, ah!"
Tears burst forth. Haewon sobbed, grabbing the forearm of the hand clutching his hair. The arm exerting unimaginable strength twitched with tensely pulled muscles. He was softly grinding his teeth.

Each time he thrust below, a heavy force entered his tightly closed lips. The intensity only increased, never diminished.
The penis thrusting inside and pulling out was incomparable to any toy. No one had ever handled him with such force.
This was Haewon's first time experiencing such a physically overwhelming sex. Each nod of his head splashed tears. The hand clutching his hair now grabbed his cheek and steadied his head.

"Do you make this face when you play, huh?"
Hyun Woojin, while ruthlessly thrusting below, barely disturbed his breathing. Hot tears rolled past Haewon’s temples to his ears. The tears wet his hand. He licked up the tears that had flowed down Haewon's palm and back of his hand.
"Why are you crying?"

"It hurts, it hurts, ah, ah!"
"Fingers, toes, huh? All those bastards who’ve been in your hole..., ah, Haewon, too many to count, right?"
"Ah!"

His jaw lifted, and his chest puffed out. With every broken syllable, the enraged man’s penis slammed inside.
"Acting like it’s the first time after doing all that..., ah, why are you crying?"
Tears pooled thickly in his eyes, which he tightly closed. He couldn’t hear what Hyun Woojin was saying. He bent down to bite Haewon's nipple, engulfing the areola and nipple together and fiercely nibbling. A sharp pleasure struck like a whip lashing down his back.

"Ah! Don't do it!"
His groin involuntarily clenched tight. His inner walls, curled up, bit into the invading penis.
"Ah..."

Hyun Woojin grimaced, detaching his lips from Haewon's. A clear bite mark was left on Haewon's right chest where he had been bitten. Sweat dampened his forehead, and it glistened on his chest as well. Gazing down at Haewon, who appeared terrified, he lowered his head again and buried his face in Haewon's chest.
"Ah! Ah!"
Every time he bit and sucked on the nipple, Haewon’s lower regions tightened, and Hyun Woojin matched this by rolling the nipple with his tongue while thrusting his hips. The carnivorous act of biting seemed full of hostility and malice. It felt like Hyun Woojin was punishing him. The aggressive movements of his hips became rough and desperate. It felt as though the area between Haewon's legs was fraying.

"Ah, sucking here really makes it throb."
"Ah... ah!"
Their interlocked lower halves rocked together. Sweat rolled down his bare chest as he lifted his hips repeatedly. He pushed in deep to enjoy the stickiness inside Haewon before pulling out. The area below became drenched, making squelching, painfully obscene sounds upon impact.

He leaned in for a kiss. Their lips overlapped, and his tongue, as invasive as below, ravaged Haewon's mouth. Haewon grabbed Hyun Woojin’s sweaty neck. The line between pleasure and pain blurred. Moans spread through the gap of the lips sucking deeply on the tongue. Teeth clashed and flesh was compressed.
He detached his lips and simultaneously thrust his hips vigorously. Haewon clung to his neck as if his life depended on it. His body convulsed, soaked in rising pleasure. His penis rubbed against Hyun Woojin's abdomen. As Hyun Woojin thrust up, Haewon rubbed his trembling penis against the man's firm abdomen. Instinct sought out pleasure. His breathing quickened. Something imminent was felt.
"Ah, touch me, touch me, down there, ah, uh..."

Their cheeks touching were hot. Hyun Woojin reached down and grasped Haewon's fully erect penis. His palm, sensitized to the max, touched the sensitive skin, and a sharp pleasure made Haewon's lower body twitch.
"You... when I say come, ah, that’s when you come. Don’t do it on your own..."
"Ah! Ah!"

The thumb that had been circling the tip pressed down hard and squeezed the flesh. The penis swelled with pain. Limbs felt as if they were tearing apart.
"Let go, let go! Let go, ah!"
Suddenly, his voice was hoarse. With a huskily cracked voice, Haewon pleaded with Hyun Woojin. Moans and cries of pain, begging for climax, he breathed obscenely. Witnessing a side of himself he had never known nor experienced, even as his mind evaporated, Haewon felt alien to himself.

It happened as he said. He would punish Haewon. On all fours, Haewon tearfully begged Hyun Woojin to let something dribble down from below. As if he had promised, he was realizing his words in this way.
"Let me come, let me go! Ah, ah!"
Unable to ejaculate forward, his entire body convulsed.

"Alright. Don’t cry, okay? Ah, I’ll let you."
He whispered in Haewon's ear. Hyun Woojin's penis rapidly darted in and out, spearing deeply between Haewon's legs. It penetrated to unreachable depths, stiffening the entire body. His hips jerked rigidly. The throbbing organ inside also shook like a tremor through Haewon. The veins on his forehead bulged. Breath and movement froze momentarily.
"Ah..."

Simultaneously, he let go of Haewon's penis. What was held back wasn't semen.
"Ah! Ah..."
A liquid akin to urine gushed out. He gasped violently, trying to hold it back, but it wouldn’t stop. It was uncontrollable. The clear and warm fluid continued to pour out embarrassingly long, wetting Haewon's belly and chest, flowing to his sides.

He looked bewildered as he watched Haewon tremble and ejaculate. Hyun Woojin's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Haewon, realizing he had not urinated but had ejaculated, covered his face with both hands, clenching his teeth. Tears welled up.
With a twisted forehead, Hyun Woojin pushed his penis deeper, compressing the testicles as if inserting them. As he pushed hard, the remaining liquid dripped down, wetting the penis and pubic hair.
He teased Haewon several times by piercing inside, and each time, Haewon released a thin fluid from his penis. He slowly withdrew the penis embedded in the perineum. The abdominal pressure that had stimulated like a blunt object disappeared. A sense of emptiness and an unidentifiable sorrow washed over. The man's semen warmed the anus as it flowed out.

"Ah..."
This was Haewon's first time experiencing sex so physically and mentally messy. There was no minimal mutual understanding, no affection felt. Whether he liked someone, disliked them, or was indifferent, his relations with others were never like this. Even if he didn’t like them, it wasn’t so desolate. At the very least, it was far removed from what Haewon had expected.
Moans and sobs poured out through clenched teeth. Moreover, the shame of not being able to hold back in front of him «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» was unbearable for Haewon. An overwhelming self-loathing and humiliation engulfed him. He had never felt such emotions toward himself before. What he had now shattered was not Haewon's body but the time he had lived as Moon Haewon, the spirit he had maintained.

Unable to move or lower his hands, he trembled and cried. He felt Hyun Woojin staring down at him.
"Go... just go."
Haewon swallowed his tears and spoke with a heavily hoarse voice. He reached down to hold Haewon's hands that were covering his face. Haewon resisted being pulled away, but he couldn’t overcome Hyun Woojin's strength. He looked at Haewon's pitiful, completely shattered face.

He raised Haewon's upper body. Haewon curled up, bending his legs. Hyun Woojin forcibly lifted his chin. Haewon looked at him with wet eyes.
"Say it again that anyone..."
"..."

"Am I just anyone?"
He wasn’t just anyone, but the Hyun Woojin Haewon knew wasn’t this person. If Haewon didn't really know him, at least the Hyun Woojin he knew wasn’t this.
Haewon shook his head. The sobbing deepened, his diaphragm trembling violently. It seemed like a child trying to suppress the tremors after an intense cry.

He didn’t want to see him wet with urine. Clinging stubbornly, Hyun Woojin caressed the wet chest and belly of Haewon.
"Don't!"
"..."

Despite the screams to stop, he indifferently rubbed his wet hands on his cheek. Shock widened Haewon's eyes.
He repeatedly stroked the substance on Haewon's body, smearing it on his cheeks and chin, and licked it off his wet palms with a long tongue.
Finally, Haewon realized that what he hadn’t been able to hold back wasn’t urine but a secretion that comes from excessive stimulation of the senses.

He really couldn’t hold back. The soles and toes were hot and itchy, the lower abdomen and thighs were sore and similarly itchy, and the burning itch on that skin was an indescribable sensation.
"It’s unexpected that a loose guy like you didn’t know that."
He said, making a face as if he found Haewon cute, stroking his head. The disparity

between his clothed and unclothed state was as wide as heaven and hell.
He wanted to escape him. As Haewon struggled to get up, Hyun Woojin grabbed his wrist and forced him to sit.
"Where are you going?"

"I want to shower."
"We’re just starting, why already?"
"..."

"If you shower every time, your pretty skin will spoil."
Hyun Woojin locked eyes with Haewon and lowered his head. Watching Haewon to the end, Hyun Woojin engulfed his swollen nipple.