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“It’s not polite to look at your phone when we’re together.”

“Yuwon might have tried to contact me in the meantime. I’ll just check quickly.”

“Stop talking about that friend too.”

“I need to check.”

“When you’re with me, I want your undivided attention.”

Woo Hyunse brushed back Kwon Siyul’s disheveled hair and kissed his lips. He rubbed his cheek against Kwon Siyul’s and nuzzled their noses together. His clingy behavior was full of affectionate demands for attention. Kwon Siyul paused for a moment with his arm stretched toward the table, then lowered it to wrap around Woo Hyunse’s back.

“You’re like a cat, Mr. CEO.”

Contrary to what he just said, the corners of Kwon Siyul’s mouth curled up like a cat’s. Woo Hyunse’s lips followed suit. Though they hadn’t shared any particularly funny anecdotes, small giggles filled the space between them.

Woo Hyunse hugged Kwon Siyul and rolled over, bringing Kwon Siyul on top of him. Suddenly stacked like an otter placing a clam on its belly, Kwon Siyul’s eyes opened wide briefly before curving into crescents. He comfortably rested his ear on Woo Hyunse’s chest, listening to the pounding of his heartbeat. The steady thump-thump was louder than his own.

“Isn’t it about time we changed that form of address?”

The vibrations reached Kwon Siyul through Woo Hyunse’s chest, like an instrument responding to sound. Kwon Siyul raised his eyes a beat later after the waves of sound had abated.

“You mean me calling you ‘Mr. CEO’?”

“Yes.”

“What would you prefer?”

He hadn’t particularly thought about changing it, but hearing Woo Hyunse mention it just now, he realized it was definitely a bit formal. Kwon Siyul rested his chin on Woo Hyunse’s chest, while lost in thought. The word “ahjussi” (middle-aged man) came to mind first. Considering their age difference, it wasn’t entirely inappropriate, but…Kwon Siyul glanced up at Woo Hyunse. Calling that face “ahjussi” didn’t seem right at the same time.

“Ahjussi?”

Feeling playful, Kwon Siyul grinned and tried it out. Woo Hyunse’s brow immediately furrowed.

“Calling me ‘ajusshi’?”

“Don’t you like it?”

“I don’t like it.”

He seemed to genuinely dislike it, the wrinkle between his brows refusing to smooth itself out. Kwon Siyul reached out and pressed between his handsome eyebrows. He didn’t mind this reaction either. He inwardly giggled, thinking he should call him “ahjussi” every now and then just to ruffle his feathers.

“Then, hyung?”

“How about Hyunse-ssi?”

They spoke simultaneously. Kwon Siyul blinked. While Woo Hyunse occasionally called him “Kwon Siyul-ssi,” calling him “Hyunse-ssi” himself felt awkward.

“That doesn’t roll off the tongue well. Hyung is better.”

“Whatever is comfortable for Kwon Siyul-ssi.”

“—Hyunse hyung.”

The body beneath him flinched. Worried he might roll off, Kwon Siyul quickly placed his hands on Woo Hyunse’s chest. The muscles there were firm and swollen.

“…Hyung?”

Something else pressed against his lower bottom. Kwon Siyul raised his upper body and looked down. The flesh that had been lying quietly just mere moments ago was now standing erect. Kwon Siyul turned back to Woo Hyunse, unable to hide just how surprised he was. He couldn’t fathom which part had stimulated the other.

All he had done was say “hyung” once. When Kwon Siyul’s eyes urged him to explain quickly, Woo Hyunse rubbed his forehead as if troubled by something.

“This is Kwon Siyul-ssi’s fault.”

“Pardon?”

“Who told you to call me that so seductively?”

But he was the one who told him to call him that. Kwon  Siyul had innocently obliged, and now he was being blamed. Kwon Siyul almost retorted, “Me?” Woo Hyunse reached down and grasped Kwon Siyul’s buttocks with his large hands.

Kwon Siyul tried to escape, fearing he might unintentionally stay the night if they went for another round, but when had he ever succeeded? His body was flipped over, and a shadow fell across his face. His thighs were spread wide open soon after.

Woo Hyunse inserted a pillow under his hips and pressed down on Kwon Siyul’s hamstrings. The plump, rounded opening was clearly visible. With a press of his finger, the semen he’d just deposited inside oozed out, glistening. The hole flinched shut as if disliking the sensation, then the buttock muscles relaxed, and another drop trickled out.

“Again…ugh.”

He had learned through countless nights spent together that resistance was futile when they were caught up like this. Kwon Siyul could only clutch at the sheets. A finger probed inside, pressing against the moist, slick membrane and folds, saturated with semen and gel. Exploring deeper, the finger curved gracefully, smoothly scraping against the inner flesh. Kwon Siyul bit down on his lower lip, and a moan barely leaked out of his lips.

“I’m going to put it in now.”

The finger withdrew quickly. The firm tip forced its way into the softened entrance. Having been there before, the head slid in easily.

“Ugh…”

Kwon Siyul gritted his teeth tightly and squeezed his eyes shut. It was difficult, no matter how many times they did it. Even after the head passed, he couldn’t relax—the thick part below the head still remained. At times like these, Kwon Siyul inexplicably resented Woo Hyunse’s nose. They say a man’s penis resembles his nose, and how could their curves be so similar?

“…Hmph!”

As if punishing Kwon Siyul for thinking these thoughts, Woo Hyunse pushed all the way in. With a thud, his body was thrust upward, his head thrown back over the edge of the bed. His tightly closed eyes snapped open. Tears instantly welled up in his eyes and fell, one by one.

“Shouldn’t it be looser by now? Why are you still so tight.”

“Ah, ah…!”

“It needs to be loose to properly fuck you, Mr. Kwon Siyul.”

He was pulled along, his waist held captive. He was rammed to the hilt once more. Kwon Siyul covered his mouth with both hands. He felt like he was on the verge of screaming. His insides felt like they would burst open, and the penis, which he thought had exhausted all its semen, was now powerfully rigid.

“Ugh…hmph…”

He looked down at his lower body, clutching the bed with all his might. It wasn’t as good as before. His testicles were shrunken, tightly coiled, and the shaft was limply swollen, like a water balloon, draped across his belly. It was still erect, though. When his buttock muscles tightened, pressing against Woo Hyunse’s penis, a thin droplet of fluid welled up at the tip.

Kwon Siyul hesitantly reached down and touched his lower abdomen. The space there seemed to bulge. When Woo Hyunse pulled back, it flattened, but when he thrust inside, a thick cylinder seemed to be hidden beneath the skin, creating a curve from his lower abdomen to his navel.

He realized belatedly that it wasn’t just a feeling—it was real.  He tried to lift his head to confirm, but Woo Hyunse lifted him up, preventing him from getting a good look.

Woo Hyunse brought his legs together and draped them over his shoulders, thrusting deeply and repeatedly. His stomach felt like it would burst, and he feared his navel might be pierced if this went on for much longer. But when the tip of the penis pounded the curved path like a hammer hitting a nail head, and the thick shaft relentlessly rubbed against the sensitive pleasure points of his inner flesh, all fear vanished, and his fingers and toes curled involuntarily from the overwhelming pleasurable sensation.

The rough pubic hair rubbed against the entrance, reddening the surrounding skin, but when the thick penis crushed the plump opening, a shiver ran up and  down his spine. Each deep thrust caused butterfly-shaped dimples to appear on Kwon Siyul’s buttocks.

“Ugh, gently, gently…Ah, ah, aah!”

Kwon Siyul, whose upper body had been pushed up and down, finally tumbled off the bed. His whole body trembled at the feeling of his inner flesh sliding out.

The soft rug cushioned his fall, so his back and head didn’t get hurt in the process. Kwon Siyul didn’t even realize how he’d fallen. But he instinctively knew now was a chance to escape. He tried to push himself up using his elbows, but Woo Hyunse, who was chuckling from the bed as if amused, stepped onto the rug.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Kwon Siyul lifted his head. It was still stiffly erect, twitching as if displeased at being exposed.

Woo Hyunse didn’t move Kwon Siyul back onto the bed. He simply grabbed his ankles, folded him in half, and mounted him. He rammed his penis into the loosened hole as if pounding a nail again and again.

Kwon Siyul cried out, “Hick!” It was too deep. It had never been this deep before. The swollen scrotum was crushed between his reddened buttocks, then pulled away, then pressed against him again.

“Ah―!”

Woo Hyunse’s weight pressed even further. He pounded the curved part repeatedly. Kwon Siyul’s stomach ached. Every thrust made his navel bulge.

“No, no, not there…Aaah!”

“Why won’t you open up here?”

“Th, ugh, th…ere! Ugh!”

Every time the bent, blocked passage inside was hit, it felt like he was repeatedly cumming, even though not a single drop was coming out of his dangling genitals. The tip of the penis felt scorched, and his testicles ached from being overworked, as if they had been squeezed dry.

Yet, his body faithfully responded to the pleasure. Tears streamed down his face, and clear nasal mucus clung to his nose. His parted lips were glistening with saliva.

“Sir, please…”

He’d forgotten to call him “hyung.” The act had erased everything from his mind. He was that overwhelmed. Kwon Siyul, flushed from head to toe, clinging to Woo Hyunse. Every downward thrust made it hard for him to breathe. He gasped for breath, and Woo Hyunse bit his lower lip and tangled his tongue with his.

“Call me ‘hyung.’”

“Hyung…Hyunse, hyung. Aah…Please…!”

“One more time.”

“Ugh, hmph, ugh…Just a little slower, hyung, hyung…!”