BHB 60

“Is it manageable because I’m going easy on you?”

“Whatever… What about me?”

“You even came to pick me up, eager to suck my dick.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Can’t you shut that mouth?”

“Then why provoke me? Someone who’s barely holding it together.”

“Did I… huh, not think you were… holding back? Ugh.”

“That’s always your problem.”

“What again, you bastard. Ack. Wait… too deep―.”

“You provoked me first.”

“Ugh… Ugh! Hey… why suddenly, feels too strong… Kugh.”

“Someone who’s desperately holding back, you provoke first.”

At the minor provocation, Lee Taegang started moving like a switch had been flipped. As if he had truly been barely holding back, the car shook violently in all directions with his rough piston-like movements. From the outside, anyone could tell they were having sex, it rattled so relentlessly. The movements were so intense, deep, and fast that Yeowon couldn’t stop him, gasping and shaking like someone struggling to breathe.

“Hah, heuk. Ack, hey, wait… Lee Taegang, Kugh, ugh, Lee Taegang!”

In the mercilessly thrusting guy’s eyes, a cool light flickered, different from the burning heat. In his relentless movements, a tenacity was visible that didn’t seem to be solely driven by pleasure and lust.

“It hurts…, it fucking hurts…! Ugh, hah!”

“Does it just hurt? It doesn’t, does it? Huh… feels good, right?”

“Hah, ugh… ugh!”

“Feels good, right? You like it too, right?”

“Shut your fucking mouth, heuk, wait… hey, hey, wait… Ah, aaugh!”

“You like it too… you… fuck, you fucking like it.” As the sensation of climax slowly surged, Lee Taegang also gritted his teeth and barely managed to speak. 

Yeowon was shaking so violently that he could no longer even hold a conversation, his hips bucking. The intense sensation of climax began to ruin Yeowon’s thought process.

“I’m gonna cum, ugh.”

“Cum.”

“Hah. N-no….”

“Your dick really wants to cum too, huh.”

“You, you crazy… bastard… heu.”

“The tip of your dick is fucking trembling.”

“Kugh, ugh.”

“Why? Not enough yet, can’t cum?”

Slap

“Now?”

Slap

The force with which he slammed into him, crushing his groin, was almost violent. Each time he thrust, Yeowon’s head was thrown back, and moans devoid of resignation burst from his throat.

“Feels good?”

“Heuk… hah.”

“Does it feel good?” Pushing him relentlessly until he couldn’t even breathe, Lee Taegang continued to press for an answer. “Huh… I’m asking if it feels good.”

Yeowon trembled like someone cornered. Not stopping his thrusting, Lee Taegang asked again, “… Say it feels good.”

“Ugh!”

“Even if it’s just words, you fuck… just.”

“Kugh, stop…!”

However, the other’s words didn’t reach Yeowon’s thought process. He writhed all over, ruined by the pleasure that urged him to climax. Eventually, forgetting even his shame, he spread his legs and ejaculated. His swollen, pale-colored dick trembled minutely like Yeowon’s body.

“Ugh!”

“Keugh…!”

Having released the whitish fluid, Yeowon immediately slumped down, panting. He didn’t even have the strength to get angry at Lee Taegang, who had also climaxed inside him once more; he simply let out quiet, breathless sounds. Overwhelmed by exhaustion, he threw his head back and raised his arm to cover his face. Whenever he had sex with that guy, an immense wave of emptiness washed over him. It felt like he had been rolling around like a beast.

It didn’t feel like sex that a human would have. It felt like he had done something he shouldn’t have. Nevertheless, he had now learned the taste of it, and a deep confusion, like that of a teenage boy, stirred his mind.

“Shooting it out the front and back.”

The thick fluid was flowing and pooling on Yeowon’s dick and in his ass. 

At the embarrassing remark, Yeowon kicked the guy’s waist and curtly ordered, “Cut the crap and go home.”

He couldn’t possibly go out like this, for others to see, and he couldn’t go out with it leaking from his ass, as the guy said. He had underestimated the guy too much. He hadn’t known he was the type to so easily break promises, and he hadn’t known he was the type to be so blinded by lust.

He still knew nothing about the guy, after all.

Humans are creatures of adaptation, but could adaptation really be this fast?

Just the other day, sex with a man was impossible for him, and he even felt repulsed, but now, he was doing it every time he ate and even just made eye contact with Lee Taegang. He even suddenly found himself taking off his pants and rolling around enthusiastically on the sink while eating. His once ordinary home had now been completely transformed into a place for sex with that guy. Right in front of the front door, in the bathroom, on the living room floor, on the sofa. In the kitchen, of course, and in the bedroom. Suddenly looking back at his home, it felt like he was looking back at the circumstances of his own corruption.

Yeowon was enjoying time without Lee Taegang for the first time in a while. Because they had been stuck together so frighteningly closely for the past few days, this time felt strangely leisurely. Before, he had spent comfortable and peaceful days even when he was with Lee Taegang, but these days it felt like he was riding a roller coaster countless times. He felt tension, but also comfort; a subtle atmosphere would suddenly make him feel suffocated, but he would also feel a sense of relief that he could breathe because of the guy.

Precarious emotions stirred him, but Yeowon was trying hard to ignore them. Still, the conclusion was that it was better for Lee Taegang to be by his side. If he had refused the guy’s suggestion and fought again, if he hadn’t given in, Lee Taegang probably wouldn’t be by his side right now. In short, both the guy and he were acting like children.

Yeowon, who had just woken up, blinked his eyes and looked around. With Lee Taegang gone, the gently settled silence seemed almost visible. The fact that the silence was almost visible meant that he was already looking for Lee Taegang’s presence. 

‘This is a disease, Han Yeowon. Since when have you been so helpless and obsessed with Lee Taegang?’

Yeowon suddenly felt regret for his corrupted life, and he reached for his phone to regain his daily life, taking advantage of the guy’s absence. Should he go to Kim Myungjoo’s club for the first time in a while? Should he call all his high school classmates and have a big drink? As he was pondering, he received a call from Kim Myungjoo. 

Kim Myungjoo. 

A somewhat affectionate name appeared on the screen.

“Oh. I was just about to call you.”

-What’s the matter? Does a thorn grow in your hand if you call first?

“Why are you being so dramatic?”

At the familiar voice he hadn’t heard in a while, Yeowon chuckled and rummaged for the underwear he had taken off to roll around in bed this morning.

-You’ve been like that since high school. You’re so devoid of affection that I have to go find you to meet you, and I have to call you first to meet you.

“Hey, you bastard, who was it that fought back when you got ganged up on by those vocational high school kids next to you?”

-You may not have affection, but you have loyalty.

At the immediate change in attitude, Yeowon laughed in disbelief and got to the point, “So why did you call?”

-Oh, right. Hey, Choi Youngdoo has been looking for you lately?

“What? Why is that bastard?” At the unpleasant name he hadn’t heard in a while, Yeowon’s face twisted terribly.

-I guess he’s trying to vent his anger after being humiliated by you and Lee Taegang back then.

“Damn it. He really has nothing better to do even after getting older.”

-Hey. Still, be careful. That bastard is a real gangster now, you know.

“How did he become a gangster when he always gets his ass kicked in fights? It must be really easy to become a gangster.”

-He came to my place the other day looking for me, and he asked how you were doing.

“So what did you say?”

-I said I hadn’t been in touch with you for a while.

“Do you think he believed that?”

-What else could he do? I’m also kind of on our boss’s line, so those low-level thugs can’t mess with me easily.

“Isn’t Choi Youngdoo the one who always beats our gang-up specialist Kim Myungjoo?”

Yeowon switched the call to speakerphone and checked his appearance in the mirror. He applied some lotion and slicked back his hair with wax.

-Ugh, you fucking bastard. You really know how to talk pretty.

“Anyway, let’s get together with the guys sometime. I’ll contact Jin Youngchae too.”

-Oh, that bastard went drinking there yesterday too. I’m tired of seeing his face.

“Do you contact the other guys too?”

-Of course. It’s just you guys who don’t. You guys have no loyalty.

“What don’t I do?”

-You only told me that you changed your number when you went to college.

“Really? You should have told the guys.”

-Lee Taegang told me not to.

“What?”

At the sudden remark, Yeowon’s hand, which had been changing clothes, stopped. His attention was drawn to Kim Myungjoo’s voice, which was pouring out with concern at the unfamiliar sound.

-Lee Taegang kept telling me not to spread your number around, so only Jin Youngchae and I knew.

“Why would he?”

-That’s what I’m saying. Does he think your number is some kind of sacred object?

“Bullshit. He probably just didn’t want to be bothered.”

-He didn’t care about his number, though. I sold his number a few times.

“You crazy bastard, are you out of your mind?”

-He didn’t say anything? Anyway, he’s not the type to care about those little things.

“He should worry about himself.”

-Well, Lee Taegang knew that if anyone messed with him, they wouldn’t stand a chance, so there were a lot of guys who resented you because you were close to him. And you, well, you’d always jump in without thinking. He was trying to give you a new identity? Something like that.

“What new identity.?”

-There are a lot of guys like that. Guys who have fun in high school and then pretend to be scholars in college. Exactly! Like you right now.

“Do I look like that kind of guy?”

-Isn’t that why you went to college? I thought you were determined to quit being a thug when you said you were going to college. You haven’t really been in touch with the guys either.