Into The Thrill

Haewon grabbed his thigh, clutching at his suit pants roughly.
“You wanted to see it again, didn’t you… Haewon cums. You thought it was pee?”
“Uh, uh…”

“So you cried? Because you were embarrassed?”
His fingers increased to two, stirring inside him more intensely. Haewon's hips slightly lifted, raising his buttocks a bit more as his face heated up. Rubbing his cheek against the pillow, he breathed heavily, and Hyun Woojin’s fingers moved even faster.
Muscles and tendons stood out on Hyun Woojin's arm as he aimed to ravage Haewon’s inside further. Haewon bent one knee, lifting his hips. While his fingers penetrated from behind, Haewon rubbed himself against the sheet. Knowing Haewon was close to his limit, Hyun Woojin deliberately did not cross that boundary, only providing enough stimulation to keep him teetering on the edge.

“Hurry… more, just a bit more, uh!”
“Don’t rush me. I decide when you finish.”
The torment continued. Hyun Woojin kept him on the brink, not allowing him to climax, nor did he ease off. He kept Haewon suspended in mid-air, neither lifting him further nor letting him drop, spinning him around in this vexing limbo.

“That guy will regret not having you for the rest of his life.”
“Uh, uh, quickly, ah…”
“Because of you, Ha, Moon Haewon, you’ve messed up my plans.”

He sighed deeply, resigned, and then plunged his middle finger in deeply with a pop. He was carefully avoiding the spots that seemed too raw. While his fingers moved, he maneuvered his hips. At such times, he exhibited the patience and restraint of a saint. Haewon licked his lips heated with passion.
“Ung… uh, oh…”
His moans clearly pleaded with him. Haewon turned his head, burying his cheek in the pillow, and looked at him. Hyun Woojin pretended not to notice his own erection. When Haewon reached to touch it, Hyun Woojin twisted his arm back sharply.

“Uh!”
His face plunged back into the pillow. His buttocks trembled. Hyun Woojin's fingers withdrew. The hole was slick, wet. His penis, fiercely aroused, dripped with thick fluid.
He climbed onto the bed, approaching from behind. Unzipping, he pulled out his erect penis. Grasping the flesh of Haewon’s buttocks, he spread them. The warm flesh of the man touched the eagerly waiting spot.

He held the base of his shaft and rubbed it heavily against the entrance. Unlike the previous night, he did not thrust in abruptly. He took his time, making his presence known with ample warning. He entered slowly. Haewon felt breathless, not as if his breath was being violently seized, but as if it was being slowly strangled with a thin string.
“Uh…”
“If that’s not your taste, I can change, right? Whether it’s this or that, uh, it’s still Moon Haewon.”
He thrusted slowly. The ribs felt compressed. Each time the club-like member entered, his breath stopped. It hurt, but unlike last night, the feeling, the sensation, was good.

“Ah…, ah…, hah…”
Pleasure was so intense that moans spilled out with his saliva. Hyun Woojin’s grip on the pelvis stirred and sucked, shaking him as he pleased. Not just the body, but even the brain melted like butter, tenderly loosening up. As he carefully avoided the boiling point, just beneath the limit, Hyun Woojin withdrew his reddened penis. The swelling seemed reluctant to calm.
He flipped Haewon over. Embracing him from behind, he lifted him and sat him on his thighs. At some point, Hyun Woojin had stripped to his waist.

Haewon climbed atop Hyun Woojin, who lay back on the bed. His hands fumbled between Haewon's legs, precisely guiding his penis back into the wet opening. Haewon leaned forward, propping himself on Hyun Woojin's chest to balance his weight. The entire palm felt the throbbing and warmth seeping into his bones.
He sat down on him. Haewon twisted his waist as if trying to extract the column he was embracing. Hyun Woojin's brows furrowed slightly, but his expression remained largely unchanged. Keeping him erect and ignoring the boiling heat, his reason and instinct played separately. Haewon wanted to provoke him.
“Can I finish? Uh, if I get permission from Hyun Woojin… ah, can I?”

“Hold on a bit longer.”
He spoke nonchalantly. As Haewon bent inward, Hyun Woojin lifted from below, filling him completely. The thick pubic hair brushed against sensitive flesh. His hand touched Haewon's swollen nipples. Haewon shuddered and curled up. Hyun Woojin savored the tightening inner walls. As Haewon arched his back and lifted his head, Hyun Woojin grasped his jaw and pulled it down.
“Look at me ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) while we do this.”

“I don’t want to… don’t want to, no, ah…”
“You’re pretty, and it feels good looking at you.”
“…Am I pretty?”

“Yes.”
“Uhn… uh…”
His hand caressed Haewon's cheek. They looked into each other's eyes. The dull shine in Hyun Woojin's eyes had a terrifying suction, stealing his sight. Haewon grimaced and moaned as he gazed directly into the man's eyes.

His thumb that had been touching Haewon's cheek now rubbed his lips.
Haewon sucked on his finger. As his eyes threatened to close, Hyun Woojin slapped Haewon's buttocks loudly.
“Uh!”

“Look at me.”
“Huh, uh… euh, mmm…”
He pursed his lips, sucking on the finger and teasing it with his tongue. The bedroom was filled with obscene moans. Soundproofed to prevent any noise from escaping, their lascivious acts saturated the air, enveloping their sight and hearing like hallucinations and delusions.

Breathing raggedly, not due to the fierce collisions but because of the heated entanglement below, it felt like they were slowly swimming in hot, viscous mucus.
Haewon felt his brain grow languidly moist. Hyun Woojin knew his tastes precisely. His member grew larger and stiffer. Haewon positioned the man exactly where he wanted him. Sweat blurred across his palm, sticking to the chest he was leaning on.
Haewon looked anew at Hyun Woojin's face with admiration. He touched the firmly closed lips with his finger, traced the well-drawn eyebrows and densely packed eyelashes, and outlined the eyes that were avoiding his fingers.

Hyun Woojin sat up. Soon, he embraced Haewon's waist and lifted him. Haewon wrapped his arms around his neck. Their lips met. A sweet pain ignited in the heated lips. He pushed his tongue into the man's mouth, licking him up.
“Ung… uh…”
As they kissed passionately, colliding below, the phone on the table buzzed again. Haewon broke the kiss and, cheek pressed against Hyun Woojin's cheek, whispered into his ear.

“The phone, ah, there’s a call.”
“Leave it.”
“Uh, uh… uh… feels good.”

Pressing his body against Hyun Woojin's chest, Haewon curled his hips anxiously, rubbing his still-erect penis against Hyun Woojin's abdomen. Sensitivity and emotion escalated to a frenzied pitch, causing his brain to tremble. Hyun Woojin tightly embraced Haewon's waist, pressing the flesh more compactly. His breathing became ragged too.
“Uh…”
As they rocked up and down, stimulation hit both front and back, spreading an electric-like pleasure.

“I need to pee, ah, need to pee…”
“Not yet.”
That was when the phone vibrated again. Haewon, with eyes blurred, stared at the phone on the table, which seemed about to fall off due to the vibration. It moved slowly.

“The phone… there’s a call. Uh.”
“…”
No response indicated that even Hyun Woojin was bothered by the phone ringing twice.

The sensation was too intense to cut off. Or rather, they were engulfed in a sublime pleasure that surely wouldn't be felt again if interrupted. A boiling breath between each catch was terribly lewd.
The phone’s vibration ceased. Hyun Woojin laid Haewon down on the bed. Sweaty hair clung to his forehead in tangles. He lifted Haewon's legs onto his shoulders and raised his knees.
Then, the phone vibrated again. Hyun Woojin glanced back, perhaps unable to ignore the call any longer. It seemed like an unavoidable interruption. He showed signs of being disturbed, repeatedly looking back. He had the self-control to cut it off if he decided to.

“The phone. The call… take the call.”
He pushed against his arm, urging him to hurry. As the man leaned over with his leg over Haewon's shoulder, his body bent as though it might break, and his chest pressed against Haewon's. Haewon felt suffocated, his face heating up. Despite the continuous vibration, the sound of his phone hitting the floor went unnoticed as he didn't look back. And then he began to thrust forcefully.
"Ah, ah! Ahhh, ah!"

"Do you need to cum, uh, need to cum? Haewon, are you a baby?"
"Ah, ah, I need to cum. Ah, I want to... do it. Ahhh, let me do it."
Clutching the man's shoulder and whispering hoarsely into his ear, Haewon licked his earlobe. The man's movements became fiercer. The speed and intensity of his thrusts increased. The phone vibrated again, but he ignored it, his forehead veins bulging as he focused on the act.

Haewon gripped Hyun Woojin's solid shoulders until his fingers hurt. It felt like he was going to lose his breath. His jaw clenched. The sensation of climax surged. Haewon nodded his head. His body responded before permission was granted; a moan escaped him. His senses and consciousness flowed out like a torrent. Haewon came, releasing onto the man's abdomen.
"Ah, ah! Ah!"
His lips trembled with pleasure, sticking to the nape of Haewon's neck, licking it damply as he lifted his hips. Bending his head, Haewon trailed his hands along the pronounced vertebrae of Hyun Woojin's neck and spine.

"Hyun Woojin, good, Woojin hyung......"
His voice leaked out as if escaping through a crack. Whispering his name softly, Woojin thrust deeply, freezing his movements.
"Huh!"

Woojin's abdomen twitched as he climaxed. Haewon felt the hot fluid fill him up. The man took a deep breath all at once, his chest heaving rapidly.
"Ha, ha......"
Hyun Woojin looked down at Haewon. His sharp gaze monitored Haewon, whose consciousness and body were soaked, his face flushing red. As Woojin pulled out, warm semen flowed out with him. Haewon wrapped his arms around his back, trying to sit up. After a moment of thought, Hyun Woojin embraced Haewon.

"Hyung... Woojin hyung."
"......"
Though he had asked to be called that, Woojin seemed awkward as Haewon closed the physical gap between them abruptly. His large hand slowly moved to Haewon's head. The hesitating hand then gently stroked his head.

For a long while, Haewon struggled to recover from the aftermath of his climax, as Woojin held him. Then Woojin detached and fell back. Haewon looked up at him. Woojin swept back the sweat-soaked hair from Haewon's head.
"I'll make a quick call and come back."
He zipped up his pants and, without putting on his shirt, picked up the phone that had fallen on the floor and stepped outside the officetel.

"......"
Haewon lay on the bed, covering his naked body with a sheet, feeling dazed. Woojin's traces dripped down between his legs.
He did not return for a long time. If he met someone half-dressed in the hallway, what would he do? Even if he didn’t meet anyone, it was too cold to talk outside for a long time dressed so scantily. Haewon thought he should bring him some clothes, just as Woojin re-entered, shivering.

"Aren't you cold? What call took so long outside?"
Woojin immediately approached Haewon and entered the bed. He lifted the sheet and pulled Haewon's naked body into his embrace. Woojin's body was like a block of ice. Startled by the cold, Haewon stiffened his back.
Haewon wrapped his arms around Woojin and rubbed his heated hands quickly over his bare back. Woojin held him and trembled.

"Don't catch a cold from me."
"I can't even remember the last time I had a cold," Woojin responded as his hands moved from Haewon's back down to his buttocks and thighs. They hugged for a while, and soon the chill faded, and Woojin's body temperature returned.
"Isn't it something urgent?"

At Haewon's hint that he might have to leave, Woojin shook his head. A stark contrast to his demeanor at dawn, he who had been nestled against Haewon's chest raised his face. Their eyes met.
"What did you say earlier?"
"What?"

"You called me something."
"......Me?"
"Yeah."

"Sir?"
"Not that. You were teasing me with your calls."
"Old man. Grandfather. Mister."

"Is that a term of endearment that only comes out when you're too happy?"
If that was the case, he'd find a way to hear it again. Haewon quickly wrapped his arms around Woojin's neck.
"Hyung."

"Say it with my name."
It seemed he really liked that. Indeed, when Haewon had called him that, he had climaxed. It felt like he was clad in iron armor, yet there was an unexpected frailty in the crevices.
"Hyun Woojin Mister. Hyun Woojin Grandfather."

His hand gripped Haewon's buttocks so tightly it hurt. Haewon yelped.
"Woojin hyung."
"......It's nice."

"Hyung, Woojin hyung."
"......"
"Woojin hyung."

"Call me that from now on."
"Yes, great-grandfather."
Though he couldn’t see his face since they were hugging, Haewon could tell from the quivering in the air that his lips were smiling.

∞ ∞ ∞
Haewon pulled his turtleneck up to his chin to hide the marks Woojin had left on his neck. He put on his coat and gloves. He hadn’t taken his violin out of its case for several days.
It was just a few days, but he had never skipped practice for this long. The orchestra was on vacation (the non-resident conductor went back to his home country during this period), so there was no need to take out his violin, and more than anything, Woojin's interruptions were too severe.

Whenever he contacted him, it used to be once a week, or at most every ten days, or even every two weeks. He could have seen Woojin that often, but it turned out Woojin wasn't as busy as he thought.
He persistently came to Haewon's officetel. Whether his phone rang or not, he didn't care. Once every three times, he realized that Woojin was adjusting to him with a restrained forcefulness, pressing down on him in a sex style that was painful enough to make his throat hoarse from crying, yet he did not stop and had his way in the style he pursued.
Haewon didn't dislike him. Gradually, he liked everything about him. He seemed cold yet was vulnerable, seemed cold yet was warm, seemed scary yet was sometimes cute.

Shouldering his violin, Haewon left the officetel. It had been a long time since he visited his family home to have lunch and then he planned to go to the concert hall practice room. He took a taxi to his family home. The housekeeper greeted Haewon. She carefully placed Haewon's violin in its usual spot.
"Do you think I don’t know your father is lying? I know all about the money he's pocketing from you. How many months can you really live without money?"
His stepmother's sharp voice came from the living room. The housekeeper gave Haewon a look as if to say she was unusually sensitive today and then went into the kitchen.

Sitting in the living room, the stepmother was arranging fresh flowers on a newspaper.
It had been so long since he had seen her that Haewon looked at her as if he had forgotten what this woman looked like. The woman, noticing his gaze, scowled ungratefully.
"Where's father?"

"He went to play golf. He said he'd be back in the evening after a round and a sauna."
The stepmother said something, but Haewon had asked the question without listening for an answer.
Last night, Woojin had said something strange.

"You're twenty-nine this year, right?"
"Don't emphasize that I'm old. Grandfather is thirty-five."
Turning from twenty-eight to twenty-nine wasn't as simple a calculation as it seemed. In just one year, the first digit of his age would change, and he would be thirty. It meant entering his thirties. This year was Haewon's last year in his twenties. He was twenty-nine.

"I wish I were already thirty."
"No, then you'd be an old man."
"Still. Let's say I'm thirty from tomorrow. Stop saying you're twenty-nine."

It was an illogical thing to say, neither a tantrum nor a joke; it sounded like a request. With a deep sigh, Woojin tightened his embrace around Haewon from behind.
Before Haewon knew it, he had reached the age of Woojin's deceased fiancée. Taeshin had also been twenty-nine. Whether intentional or not, at twenty-nine, they had both been consumed by Woojin.