“Ah, ngh!”
Seo Yi Kyung’s mouth was so dry that he could not even feel enough saliva to swallow. In stark contrast, wet, slick sounds repeatedly rose from below, alternating between Han Seung Jae’s hand and his narrow hole.
“Ah, mm.”
Yi Kyung’s toes suddenly curled, his entire body going rigid. A moment later, fluid spurted over Seung Jae’s fingertips. Seung Jae released the cock he had been gripping.
“……Ah, ngh…….”
Yi Kyung drew several breaths in quick succession. Seung Jae seized his limp thighs and dragged his hips over the edge of the table. With both hands clamped around Yi Kyung’s thighs, Seung Jae continued thrusting. Every time he drove inside, Yi Kyung’s vision flashed white, then black, over and over again.
He had no idea how much time had passed or how long Seung Jae had been relentlessly churning inside him. All he knew was the aching pressure where his thighs were being gripped. As for the hole being ceaselessly penetrated, he could hardly feel it anymore.
At last, Seung Jae caught hold of both sides of Yi Kyung’s ass and lifted him. Yi Kyung desperately clutched the table to keep from falling, his fingertips turning white. His hips rose higher than his stomach. The cock that had practically been trapped in Seung Jae’s hand only moments ago bobbed against his abdomen.
His suspended waist rocked helplessly. The dark night sky and the lights scattered throughout the garden blurred together, making Yi Kyung dizzy.
“St-stop……. Seung Jae…….”
Yi Kyung’s words were sodden with tears, emerging as something closer to a sob. Even so, his shaking body showed no sign of stopping.
The cock forcing his hole open kept striking deep inside him. Clear fluid suddenly spilled from the tip of Yi Kyung’s cock and splattered across his mottled neck.
At the same moment, a heavy breath poured down from above his chest. Yi Kyung’s hips slowly descended. As the head scraped its way out of his hole, a tingling shudder ran through his waist. Between his violently trembling thighs, semen squeezed through the opening and trickled out.
Seung Jae drew his hips back and looked down at Yi Kyung. He did not seem to possess even enough strength to close his spread legs.
Seung Jae reached out. The front of his bathrobe hung open, fluttering in the breeze. He stroked Yi Kyung’s throat. Yi Kyung’s entire body burned with heat as he panted in short, ragged breaths. After wiping the fluid from Yi Kyung’s neck, Seung Jae took him by the shoulders and helped him sit up.
“Haah……. Haah…….”
Yi Kyung’s upper body heaved as he struggled to release each surging breath. Seung Jae watched him with a face that was nearly expressionless. Yet the blood concentrated in one part of his body was still boiling.
When he had forced his cock into that narrow hole, Seung Jae had felt the scorching inner walls coil tightly around him. At the same time, it had felt as though something constricting him had suddenly snapped.
Standing behind Yi Kyung, Seung Jae slipped both hands beneath his arms to support his swaying body. Yi Kyung struggled to walk forward, the insides of his slender thighs slick with the mixture of semen and lubricant.
Yi Kyung looked toward the bathroom. With every step, he could feel fluid running between his ass cheeks. Whenever his hole twitched, he barely managed to draw his trembling thighs together. Even then, semen forced its way out. Watching from behind, Seung Jae let out a long, low breath.
Red streaks ran across Yi Kyung’s back where it had rubbed against the table. His ass was no different. Seung Jae had gripped him with all his strength while pounding into him, so it was only natural that handprints remained.
“I’ll be gentle this time.”
“……?”
Doubting his own ears, Yi Kyung turned around. Or rather, Seung Jae caught him by the elbow and turned him.
With a soft thump, something as light and plush as down touched his back. It happened before he could fully understand Seung Jae’s words. Yi Kyung’s body sank deep into the bedding, then bounced back up. Before him, Seung Jae slipped off the bathrobe that had been draped over his shoulders.
A narrow waist tapered down from his broad shoulders, and defined abs curved across his exercise-honed torso. His upper body slowly bent as he climbed onto the bed. The sight alone made Yi Kyung feel as though his breathing had stopped. Still unable to catch his breath, Yi Kyung’s limp legs fell open of their own accord. Seung Jae spread his thighs wider, lifting Yi Kyung’s faintly trembling legs.
Seung Jae brought his newly swollen cock to the hole that had turned bright red and rubbed against it. The hole, as obscene as its fragrance was alluring, closed tightly around him.
Even after all that pounding had opened a path, the hot inner walls remained impossibly narrow. Seung Jae snapped his hips forward with a hard thrust. Yi Kyung’s mouth fell open at the sensation of being pierced through from below, but not even a broken cry escaped him.
“Damn.”
That had been a mistake.
Seung Jae’s voice reached him as a distant, muffled hum. His hole stretched to its limit, his abdomen filling unbearably tight, and Yi Kyung’s vision gradually blurred. He had barely managed to take all of Seung Jae with his entire body on the terrace. Now, he did not have enough strength left even to speak.
“Ah, haah……!”
His eyes closed of their own accord as the chandelier swayed threateningly overhead. Or perhaps it was Yi Kyung’s body that was being jolted back and forth.
Wind poured through the open terrace doors, making the curtains billow. Their pheromones mingled thickly and drifted throughout the room. The white agarwood pheromones that had been pouring steadily from Seung Jae’s body wrapped around Yi Kyung as though pressing down on every inch of him.
“Mmm…….”
Seung Jae’s relentless kiss covered Yi Kyung’s panting lips. All the while, his hips drove forward savagely. He pulled back until the head emerged through the endlessly spread opening, then buried himself all the way to the base again.
“Ah, ngh, mm……!”
Seung Jae’s broad shoulders and the solid muscles beneath them moved violently. Yi Kyung’s hair clung to his forehead. His wet body was tossed about in utter disarray.
Knock, knock.
Early the next morning, Yi Kyung opened his eyes at the repeated knocking. Sunlight spilled in through the window, and the room was silent.
Yi Kyung narrowed one eye. His eyelids felt stiff, and his eyes stung. He murmured, “Yes.” But the word that escaped his parched mouth apparently failed to reach the door.
Knock, knock.
Someone knocked again, louder and heavier than before. Yi Kyung raised a hand to cover his eyes. It felt strange. The faint sound of his own voice had been hoarse, perhaps even slightly cracked.
Images flickered through his mind of himself trapped beneath Seung Jae and gasping until dawn. Even when nothing more would come out, Seung Jae had squeezed his cock as though wringing it dry while relentlessly spreading his hole and churning inside him.
“I apologize, Young Master Yi Kyung. I’m coming in.”
After knocking several times without receiving an answer, Butler Do opened the door. He swept his gaze across the spacious room and immediately approached the bed.
Yi Kyung lowered the hand covering his eyes and watched Butler Do hurry toward him. Only belatedly did he make out the worry on the butler’s face through his blurred vision.
“You were awake? Why didn’t you answer? Breakfast is ready. You never sleep late, so why today of all days? More importantly, Director Han will soon finish his exercise, so you must hurry and wash up before…….”
You must go downstairs.
Butler Do’s voice abruptly died as he seized the blanket covering Yi Kyung up to the neck. His fingers curled slightly. He did not need to uncover him any further to guess what had happened the previous night.
What was more, a bruise marked the wrist protruding from beneath Yi Kyung’s blanket. Butler Do spoke, his face stiff.
“Are you able to get up?”
“…….”
Yi Kyung parted his dry lips, but the answer came from behind Butler Do.
“Who told you that you could come in?”
Butler Do’s shoulders went rigid. Lowering the blanket he had begun to pull back, he slowly turned around. The sound of approaching footsteps repeated at measured intervals.
Butler Do swallowed dryly.
In truth, Secretary Park had already told him not to approach this room except during the daytime cleaning hours. There had been no need to ask whose orders he was conveying.
But when Yi Kyung showed no sign of getting up, Butler Do had grown anxious and entered the room.
From what he had observed during his brief time here, Seung Jae spent most of his time away from the house. Butler Do had therefore hoped that the couple might at least spend their mornings together and grow closer. More precisely, his greatest concern was ensuring that Yi Kyung did not fall out of Seung Jae’s favor.
Seung Jae’s gaze grew sharper as he approached. Perhaps because he had just returned from an intense workout, the heat rolling off him was extraordinary.
“I did.”
His cold gaze settled on Yi Kyung, who lay on the bed.
Yi Kyung struggled to push away the blanket and sit up. His features twisted involuntarily. He had not even possessed the strength to move a finger. His nipples stung where the blanket brushed against them, and his ass burned as it rubbed against the sheets. Pain likewise throbbed along the insides of his thighs, which had been crushed down and spread to their limit.
The slipping blanket exposed his chest. Yi Kyung’s upper body was so covered in red marks that he looked ill. Bruises bloomed everywhere Seung Jae’s lips had touched. It was difficult to find an untouched patch of skin.
Yi Kyung looked down at the bruise on his right wrist and extended his trembling arm.
“Seung Jae did this too.”
Remembering how Seung Jae had declared the previous day that he would throw Butler Do out if the wrist bruised, Yi Kyung deliberately made it clear that Seung Jae was responsible.
“…….”
A strange silence settled over the room.
Moving only his eyes, Butler Do slowly looked between them. Seung Jae’s eyes were fierce as he stared down at Yi Kyung on the bed, while Yi Kyung’s face had gone pale under his gaze.
Butler Do belatedly collected himself and barely managed to open his mouth. The image of Seung Jae casually seizing a man by the head had risen before his eyes.
But Seung Jae spoke first.
“I know.”
Yi Kyung lowered the arm he had been struggling to hold up.
“Then that’s all I needed.”
Butler Do’s lips moved soundlessly. He felt something he could not put into words. The frail Young Master Yi Kyung he knew was not someone who challenged others, demanded definite answers, or questioned what he was told. He had simply accepted the natural order of things and obeyed.
“Get up.”
There was force behind Seung Jae’s low voice. But Yi Kyung, sitting on the bed, looked aggrieved.
And whose fault is that? Does he think I’m sitting here because I want to be?