Into The Thrill

"Did you play and they let you go?"
"I signed it because they asked me to. They asked me to write my name."

"Ah."
He now understands how Haewon knew his mother's name.
"Did you hand over the violin to the pawnbroker?"

Since the violin case, which should always be there, was missing, he asked.
"I took it in for repair. The grain was slightly twisted. It seemed like the sound was continuously dropping slightly while I was playing in front of Ms. Choi Hyunmi. Maybe it's become sensitive because of the weather."
"I wanted to hear you play today. Only my mother had that luxury."

He seemed slightly disappointed.
"Is it okay?"
When Haewon asked, he looked at him as if saying, what?

"Meeting me and Ms. Choi Hyunmi in your apartment."
"I greeted her politely."
"I was polite in my greeting. It's really the first time I've ever been that polite to anyone in my life. I unintentionally put my hands together like this. I was so nervous, my throat went dry. I actually played really hard. I was more nervous than during an audition."

"Because it was my mother?"
Haewon nodded vigorously.
It made sense why his fiancée, from a chaebol granddaughter's standpoint, chose the job of a doctor, which was nothing more than a 3D job. She wanted to look good in front of his mother, to be favored, and ultimately to look good in front of Hyun Woojin and be favored by him, so she greeted politely and entered medical school.

Those who provoke desire are always calm themselves. Without knowing the painful details between him and his deceased fiancée, he was satisfied with just a polite greeting, and he patted Haewon's head.
He hugged his waist and rubbed his face against his chest. When he moved his shoulder, the shower gown opened naturally, revealing one bare shoulder. Haewon looked up at him.
Would Taeshin have ever imagined? That he would end up provoking Hyun Woojin like this. That he would do all sorts of tricks to keep him.

I, who laughed at you. I, who dismissed you as ridiculous.
His lips came down to Haewon's shoulder, where the gown had slipped off.
Haewon turned off his phone while he was distracted. He hated the idea of him just disappearing after receiving a call, and he disliked his phone ringing indiscriminately. If he were to confront him about it, he was ready to argue that it was his fault for mistakenly pressing something and trying to blame someone else. Haewon lay down on the bed with his arms crossed, pretending nothing had happened.
Hyun Woojin, wearing only underwear, opened the fridge door and stared restlessly inside the empty fridge. He grabbed a can of beer and returned. The amber liquid moistened his lips and ran down his chin. After taking a few sips, he handed the rest to Haewon.

Haewon propped himself up on his elbows and took the can, drinking the beer. The cool liquid seemed to ease the tightness in his chest a bit.
He tossed the beer can into the trash and was about to pick up the shower gown that had fallen to the floor when Hyun Woojin's hand brushed away the gown Haewon was about to grab.
"You said you have to go to work early tomorrow."

Haewon glanced at the clock. The clock hands were approaching ten. Hyun Woojin turned over beside him, his eyes roaming over Haewon's bare back, buttocks, and legs stretching down.
Each glance that licked down made his heart pound. When they were actually together, his demeanor was composed, pretending to be indifferent, but the penetration and the gaze revealed an explicit lasciviousness, ignoring the disciplined and refined shell.
The gap between his aloof demeanor and his actual desires was thrillingly attractive.

Hyun Woojin moved his hand to touch between his legs. Haewon slid his hand next to the underwear on Hyun Woojin's thigh. His hand reached a bunch of flesh. As he gently touched the hanging flesh, it gradually grew.
He looked into his eyes. The more he touched, the more it swelled. The chest being caressed was calm. It did not hasten or speed up. It was as steady as when one is in deep sleep.
"Do people not get the wrong idea carrying something this big around?"

"What kind of misunderstanding."
"Do law enforcement officers also carry guns around?"
"......"

At the pointless joke about carrying something like a gun between his legs, he smiled with his lips, not his eyes.
Hyun Woojin glanced at the phone on the side table. It didn't matter to Haewon whether someone called or not. He only found it bothersome that there was something to care about while his genitals were being touched.
Keeping his hand in the moist underwear, Haewon sat up and moved closer to him. Their lips met in neither a lying nor sitting position. He lightly licked the soft lips that met his, touched below, and his member hardened further. He licked and rubbed the moist inside with his tongue, and it hardened even more.

The taste of cigarettes and beer was faint. The erection that had risen sharply now pushed out of the underwear. He stroked the shaft that reached up to his belly button and rounded the distinct glans with his thumb. His lower body, too, heated up with excitement.
His hand came in as if to split Haewon's thighs, touching below. Haewon sat atop the man's arm and hand, kissing him and squeezing Hyun Woojin's genitals strongly.
A fresh moan settled between the parted lips. He licked his palate and sucked his tongue as if wrapping it around. He laid back fully on the pillow. A mellow heat was felt in the thick lower lip he was biting, chewing, and sucking on. The lips he was kissing curved into a smile.

"Are you laughing because it feels good, or because it's ridiculous?"
Offended, Haewon slightly parted his lips and asked, to which he replied.
"It's nice, it's ridiculous, and it's cute. All three."

"I haven't really started anything serious yet, you know?"
"I didn't know that."
"I have over a hundred techniques."

"Who taught you that?"
Haewon then seriously pulled down his underwear. Above the pubic bone, Hyun Woojin's penis was suddenly exposed to the air. Holding his penis, Haewon rubbed it against his moist lips.
"When I was seventeen, I seduced our school's piano teacher."

"There are things I like to hear and things I don't."
"Listen."
His jealousy made Haewon shiver. He scolded Haewon while still unable to forget his fiancée and behaving like this in front of him. He loudly sucked on his lips and playfully poked with the tip of his tongue. He moved his hand up and down the entire length.

"Did that teacher teach you? To touch down there while kissing?"
"Yeah, he said it feels incredibly good, fucking amazing."
"Moon Haewon, you think too much even while doing this. You recall what others did and what that bastard said."

While saying this, he glanced at his phone but then lectured me. When Hyun Woojin bit his lips hard, his hand firmly gripped between his legs. Haewon moaned in pain.
"Ah!"
"Keep going."

"Uh... ha, while kissing here, uh, so hard, ah!"
"You were seventeen?"
"Yes, when I was seventeen."

He frowned deeply, recalling something unpleasant.
"Keep going."
"Back then, I... ah, I didn't know anything, uh, there, just a moment... wait, ah!"

Suddenly, he pushed a middle finger inside. Haewon was essentially sitting on Hyun Woojin's wrist.
"How did that bastard handle you when you knew nothing?"
"He made me... ha, touch his own, uh, it's deep, ah... too deep!"

A second finger was added. His cheeks reddened. Haewon squirmed on top of his arm. Hyun Woojin's penis had become as hard as a rock. Squeezing his legs together, the inside of his thighs rubbed against the muscular arm.
"So you touched it for him? Did you touch that bastard's there?"
Haewon responded with a busy nod, neither clearly nodding nor shaking his head.

"How was it touching him? Was it as good as this?"
"Ah, ah, uh... no, it wasn't."
He grabbed Haewon's hand and forced him to grip his penis tighter. Haewon thrusted. He knelt on his arm and rubbed his buttocks against Hyun Woojin's wrist. The two fingers buried inside him wriggled and sought the sensitive spot.

"Ah...!"
"You're beyond redemption. How should I remodel you? Huh? Haewon, how should I handle you?"
"Ah, ah, it's good, more, inside... inside, ah!"

He gripped him trembling on his arm and pulled him onto his lower body. A penis replaced the fingers that had exited.
It was long, thick, hard, and above all, burning hot. Like a heated iron implanted at his core, it instantly made his chest burn intensely.
He successfully focused his attention in one place. Whether he thought of him as incurable, or as a slutty mess beyond help, it didn't matter. Now, he was wholly focused on Haewon, opening his consciousness and vision towards him, his body's sensory cells sharply attuned.

"Ha, ah, ah... it's good, Woojin, ah... uh...!"
Embarrassing moans spilled from his lips. The engorged, veiny penis thrusted inside, moving swiftly in and out.
Haewon pressed on his abdomen. It was like riding a wild horse, his body rocking violently. As he pushed from below, his lower body eagerly pressed down from above, swallowing Hyun Woojin's penis. His breathing quickened.

"That bastard, ha, did he say he wanted to see you?"
"What? Ah, ah... ah!"
"Call him, to that bastard too, huh? Tell him. That you wanted to see him, that you seduced him?"

He shook his head. He had never whispered such ticklish words to anyone. His movements accelerated. The intercourse deepened and intensified. He felt sweat trickling down his spine.
Gripping his pelvis, the hand that was forcing Haewon to move swept up his wet lower back and lifted his upper body. Haewon clung to his neck. Their chests met. He placed his lips near his ear and moaned sobbingly.
Good, so good, good.

He would think these sounds were because of the pleasure, because he was going crazy, because he was excited.
"Good, so, so, ah, good, good, ha, good..."
I like you. Hyun Woojin, I like you. I like you.

As his bones and flesh seemed to dissolve, his mind melted away. He clung to his neck and shoulders, recklessly touching him, overlapping their lips.
"Me, me, ah, can I come? Brother, can I come?"
"Do you want to come?"

His voice sank down, asking secretly.
"Uh, yes, uh... uh!"
The breath heatedly caressed his ear, sending shivers down his spine. The arms that embraced him laid him down on the bed. Soon an overwhelming force pressed down from above. The intensity was distinctly different. His jaw was pushed back. Instead of holding him, Haewon clutched the sheets. Every thrust made his chest rise.

"Ha, ah! Ah, ah... ah!"
My vision blurred. The sound of flesh slapping echoed in my ears. Suddenly, the tension snapped.
"Ah!"

My entire body tensed up, my face wet with exertion. I couldn't exhale the breath I had swallowed, and my breathing stopped. With a splash, he too stopped moving abruptly. Pleasure electrifyingly swept through my entire body.
"Ha, ha, aah..."
Tears trickled down, passing the temples and falling by my ears. My waist seemed to hover in the air. The definition in his abdominal muscles became more pronounced deep inside me. He gasped for air all at once. His chest heaved. Haewon covered his eyes with one hand, tears kept falling by his ears.

∞ ∞ ∞
He fell asleep. Despite having woken up with strangers after nights together countless times, Haewon couldn't sleep and rubbed his face against the back of the deeply asleep Hyun Woojin.
Holding Hyun Woojin's waist, Haewon blinked sleepily. He ran his fingers down the spine that was distinctly curved below a slightly protruding bone at the nape of the neck. He observed Hyun Woojin's body all night, as if watching and voyeuristically studying it.

The small mole under the right shoulder blade, a scar that looked old, and even the minute movements of the body hair.
The man, who had been lying on his side, groaned low and shifted to lie flat. Haewon moved under Hyun Woojin's arm and pressed himself tightly against his side. Propping up his upper body slightly with his elbow, he gazed at Hyun Woojin's round, beautiful belly button. When he lightly pressed the belly button with his erect index finger, Hyun Woojin scowled. Haewon looked down towards the darkness-enshrouded lower body after slightly pulling down the sheet.
The thick pubic hair and the flaccid flesh that habitually leaned to the left were again leaning that way. He slowly felt the texture of the shaft that rose above the belly button with a palm hovering in the air.

It wasn't his hand roaming below that woke him, but his face twitched as if awakening from sleep. Haewon quickly lay on his arm, pretending to be asleep while holding Hyun Woojin close and resting his cheek against his chest.
His breathing changed as if he had woken up. Hyun Woojin sat up with a start. Losing his support as Hyun Woojin got up, Haewon naturally lay back on the bed. Hyun Woojin reached for his phone on the side table. He turned on the phone that had been off.
Haewon sat up, pulling up the sheet that had slipped down due to his movement, and feigned a shiver from ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) the cold. He felt the gaze turning back to him. Hyun Woojin pulled the bedding and snugly covered Haewon up to his neck.

"…Ha."
In the dim dawn light, he sighed softly. He checked the missed calls and messages.
He made a call. It was an inconvenient time to call anyone, just before dawn.

"Yeah, that's right. No, nothing. It was off, I didn't know."
His voice murmured quietly. The voice of someone, presumably his subordinate, was faintly audible from the phone.
I'm sorry. It was urgent... it was reassigned last night... it's a case that's been suspended... just had to... thought you should know...

"Check the recent transactions for bank accounts, stocks, real estate, and funds, see if there's anything different from last year, and put it on my desk by morning. Yeah, thanks."
He tossed the phone onto the headboard of the bed. He sighed tiredly and repeatedly ran his hands over his face as if washing it dry. Haewon, trying not to miss any of his movements and the soft sounds he made, closed his eyes and tensed up.
He stretched his neck and shoulders back as if stretching. Fully awake now, he was about to get out of bed by throwing off the covers.

Haewon sneakily reached out and grabbed his arm as if still half-asleep. He felt Hyun Woojin stop and look down at him. As they held each other's gaze for a long moment, Haewon's cheeks tingled.
He shifted his position. Instead of getting out of bed, he flipped the covers and returned into the warm closeness filled with their body heat and scent.
Haewon, pretending to be asleep with his head tilted on the pillow, felt his whole body itch with anticipation. He was terribly bad at pretending.

As Hyun Woojin stared at him for an uncomfortably long time, Haewon debated whether to surprise him by suddenly opening his eyes.
Maintaining steady breathing as if asleep, he was barely managing to keep his composure when Hyun Woojin climbed on top of him. Both of them had gone to sleep naked after last night's activities. He looked lean but his considerable weight pressed firmly against Haewon's chest. He lifted his head, which had been hanging down, by gripping his cheek.
Pinning Haewon's face down like fixing it to a pillow, Hyun Woojin slowly rubbed his lower body. The contact was sleek and smooth. The pressure of his weight was intense, causing Haewon to twist his upper body in discomfort.

He frowned and then, as if waking from a sleep, opened his eyes. They were face to face, up close with Hyun Woojin.
"..."
"Shh."

In a soundproof room where no one else could hear and no sound could escape, he placed his finger to his lips, silently signaling for quiet as if conscious of someone nearby.
Haewon opened his eyes wide in a daze and looked up at him clearly.
As Hyun Woojin rubbed their two erect flesh columns together, the sensation of impending climax tantalizingly built up. Dawn air began to light up the window. Slowly the sun rose, casting a dazzling light on his shoulders.

Leaving Hyun Woojin in that state, Haewon drifted into a half-sleep. He whispered softly in his ear.
I missed you too, like that...