⚠ Content note for this chapter: explicit sexual content.
“Ask me to put it in.”
“…….”
“Hurry.”
The heat-blazing cock rubbed underneath. At the artificial feel, so unlike human flesh, he looked down to see Han Jaeheon sheathed in a condom, as always at his demand. But was that really because of his demand? …He simply didn’t want to get him pregnant.
“You want me to put it in, don’t you?”
The tip of the head slipped in and out. Stiffening, Eunseo drove his teeth into the wound on his lip again. Pain flared, and the pleasure receded just slightly.
“If it touches there like before, you’ll go insane.”
“Ah, hau…”
This time it went in up to under the head. Eunseo balled the hand that had unconsciously reached to cling to him. Cold sweat ran here and there.
“It’d be even better if it went into that hole.”
“…….”
“So stubborn…”
Watching Eunseo still chewing his lips without answering, Han Jaeheon unwound the arm around his back and cast his shadow over him. Sliding his arms under his thighs and pulling, he rubbed the hole a few times with his cock, then began to push inside as it was.
“Hu, hh…?”
Breathing out like a deep sigh, Han Jaeheon held Eunseo with rather desperate hands. Then, seeing the arm lying limp on the bed instead of holding him back as usual, he took it and draped it over his shoulder.
The condom-slick cock burrowed inside to the hilt. Just as Han Jaeheon had said, it grazed past the half-open place and struck something deep inside with a thud. Then it slowly pulled out and entered fully again.
“U, hhn…?”
“Fuck, and you call this rape?”
“Ah, hau, ah, hh, ungh…”
The moment the head jammed against the end of that other hole inside, Eunseo’s cock spat out cum. White flashed before his eyes, and with the sensation of falling into a bottomless pit, Eunseo squeezed his eyes shut. Without knowing it, strength went into his hands and he scratched his back. As if stimulated by it, Han Jaeheon began moving faster and faster.
He’d asked a few times — stick out your tongue, wrap your legs — and when Eunseo didn’t move as told, he started doing as he pleased. Forcing his mouth open to suck his tongue, pulling his limp legs up to wrap around his waist.
“Can you feel it? Your insides sucking my cock?”
He could distinctly feel his inner walls sucking the cock in on their own. He resented his own body, getting lewdly wet, drunk on pheromones. And yet, through his melted brain, Eunseo conjured one hypothesis, one hope. If this was how it was, Han Jaeheon might tire of him right away — lose interest, and abandon him… let him go.
“Hah… what are you thinking so hard about?”
He wished to be abandoned, and still feared it. Without answering, Eunseo put strength only into the arm Han Jaeheon had placed on his shoulder as he pleased. At that moment, Han Jaeheon’s cock forced its way into the other hole deep inside his body and began to swell.
“U, ah, it hurts…”
“Hh, huh…”
The hole, already at its limit, stretched more, more. The cock, its base swollen huge, stretched the hole to just before tearing, and Eunseo’s body slipped beyond control and began to tremble in fine shudders. Even utterly soaked in pheromones, the pain was so bad he spoke of it without knowing.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
Kissing Eunseo’s face all over, Han Jaeheon carefully lifted him and held him like a glass jar. As his added weight made the swollen cock grind inside, Eunseo arched his back to get away, but every movement brought worse pain, so he couldn’t even do that.
“Hh, ah, it hurts, hngh…”
“Just a little, haah… hold on.”
Han Jaeheon’s hand groped his lower belly. The movement was like tracing the outline of the cock and the organ it was lodged in, and goosebumps rose on Eunseo’s back. And he really thought he’d go insane. The urge to strip off the condom and take raw flesh inside him was turning him into a beast. Just as Han Jaeheon had said, he needed cum so badly his tongue was drying out.
“Should I have put it in raw?”
At the sensation of his head tipping clean past his nape, he dropped his head back, and Han Jaeheon put his lips to his nape, lightly sucking and biting.
“You want cum, don’t you.”
“Hh, ah, no…”
“No? I know how much you love my cock.” The hand stroking his hair and the lips finding and pressing each sensitive point on his skin were nothing if not tender — but the words coming between them were filthy. But with every single word, Eunseo felt his cock stiffen again and his inner walls squirm, and despaired.
After what felt like an eternity, the cock inside his body slowly began to shrink. Stripping the condom off what slid out with a rush and disposing of it, Han Jaeheon slowly began rolling on a new condom. The sight of the thick cock jutting between white, straight fingers was a little frightening.
“Take tomorrow off work.”
Pulling his limp ankle, Han Jaeheon spoke like passing sentence. It started over from the beginning, a countless repetition. Blinking in and out of consciousness several times, Eunseo saw sunlight shining through a gap in the curtains.
“Ha… I had a feeling. My cock stood up the moment I saw you — I thought that was strange.” Pinning the prone Eunseo completely beneath him, Han Jaeheon drove his cock down hard. With his face smashed into the bed, only muffled sounds escaping, his voice rang dully in Eunseo’s ears.
“The moment I thrust in, hah… fuck, the way it bites and pulls…”
Han Jaeheon’s chest covered his back like a blanket. Gnawing with his teeth at the back of Eunseo’s hand, where finger marks remained from how hard he’d gripped, he squeezed it again tight in the shape of his fingers.
Eaten up by the pheromones Han Jaeheon deliberately poured out, Eunseo’s every muscle had long since half-melted. Even so, it was hard to bear the cock going in and out through the gaping hole. He couldn’t even count how many times his cock had already swollen to its limit, and still it was hard.
The heat-generating womb — the organ Eunseo had been loath to even think about — truly craved cum. The hole felt torn and raw, yet the heat wouldn’t settle.
Once more Han Jaeheon’s cock swelled. Once more it plugged the hole leading to the womb, and ejaculation happened inside the condom. Frantic, Eunseo kicked the blanket with his feet and rubbed his forehead hard against the bed. Then he lost consciousness for a while again, was shaken again, and woke to find himself in the bathroom.
“Awake?”
“Ah…”
At his idiotic sound, a large towel was draped over his shoulders. With familiar hands Han Jaeheon dried his body and hair, then lifted him just like that. In his blurry vision, Choi Inseong flickered past, then was gone.
“Anywhere hurt?”
“…No.”
“You won’t know yet, with the pheromones.”
Drying Eunseo’s hair by shaking it with a small towel, Han Jaeheon laid him on the bed with its crisp bedding. Then he lay down beside him, half-sitting.
Han Jaeheon played with his hair idly. Winding it round and round his fingers, tugging it lightly and putting his lips to it. Thinking the next thing would surely be a kiss, Eunseo’s cheek and lips were touched by soft, hot lips before he knew it.
He didn’t want to chew over the question of why anymore. And yet Han Jaeheon kept confusing him. If he’d truly handled him like a sex toy — if he’d truly acted like they were only about sex — Eunseo wouldn’t have foolishly misunderstood like an idiot.
“Don’t think too deeply, okay?”
He didn’t really know. What he wasn’t supposed to think deeply about — just… to stay like an idiot like this?
“I don’t want to force you, Senior.”
“……”
“You don’t want to be trapped, right?”
Opening his eyes, puzzled at what he’d just heard, Eunseo found Han Jaeheon smiling prettily. At the expression, completely at odds with the words, no words would come.
“Really no thought of coming to Seoul?”
“…What?”
At the out-of-nowhere question he asked back, and Han Jaeheon added,
“I’ll get whatever you need ready.”
“No… no thought.”
At the firm refusal, Han Jaeheon looked down at Eunseo for a moment, then wound his hair around his finger again. After blinking a few times, Eunseo closed his eyelids fully. He didn’t want to think anymore, didn’t want to see anything.
***
For several days, Eunseo tried very hard not to think deeply, just as Han Jaeheon had said. So he acted as if his talk of marriage had never happened. As if what he’d done to him by force that day had never happened.
He went to work as if nothing were wrong, started new work, and in the process ran into the now-cold Jin Seunghu, but that was nothing. Only, Han Jaeheon’s marriage kept coming up as a topic among the employees, and every time his name came out, his left chest went cold again and he shuddered.
Sometimes it grew hard to breathe, and he’d run into the bathroom and spend a long time steadying his breath. No matter how he tried, his lungs wouldn’t properly inflate; his vision blurred yellow and physiological tears welled up. After gasping and barely returning his breathing to normal, all the strength drained from his body.
He’d turn on his phone, but there wasn’t a single person to contact. No family, no friends — only work people and school acquaintances with whom he kept up a superficial connection, that was all. No matter how far he scrolled the list, there wasn’t one person he could press the call button for, and Eunseo pounded his chest, unable to bear the frustration.
“Hh…”
A groan slipped out of him without his knowing, at the pain, and Eunseo barely straightened his back and stood. Coming out of the cramped stall, he splashed cold water on his face several times at the sink and looked in the mirror a moment. Maybe because he hadn’t been taking proper care of himself for days, the shadows under his eyes were dark and his cheeks looked sunken.
“…What a mess.”
But he could never be fine. Traces of that day’s acts still remained on his body, and every word he’d heard from Han Jaeheon scraped at him raw from time to time. Eunseo tried so hard not to recall it, but more often than not it was beyond him.
Barely steadying his wobbling knees, he returned to the lab, where the team leader — who’d been spying out from inside his partition — beckoned as if he’d been waiting. Eunseo roughly wiped the water still on his hands with a tissue, took his notebook and pen, and went over.
“You called for me?”
“Ah, sit for a moment.”
Whenever the team leader called for him, it had never once been good. Eunseo dragged a chair over and sat, feeling a well-founded dread.
“Your head okay?”
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