The urge to pee creeping up on him had been a problem for a while now. It was like his cock wasn’t satisfied unless it spewed something, so instead of semen it went looking elsewhere, hauling water up from some other place. Every time his insides lurched as his belly got shoved around by that cock, Haejun twitched his thighs and clenched his ass and lower stomach tight.

But even that had its limits. Twisting his body, Haejun pushed at Lee Kangjoo.

“W-wait. Stop.”

“Already?”

“C-can I just, hngh, rest a little?”

He knew Kangjoo hated having things interrupted, but right now survival came first. He just wanted a bit of time to catch his breath.

Even five minutes would’ve been a blessing, but Lee Kangjoo wasn’t the kind of man to show that sort of mercy. He dragged Haejun back as he tried to crawl away, plopped him down on top of himself. No matter how Haejun shook his head in panic, Kangjoo gripped the soft flesh of his ass and lined his cock up with the plump, swollen hole.

“Sit.”

“Please, can’t we really just rest a bit? Five minutes—no, three.” 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

He begged with his hands pressed together, but all he got was a sharp smack to the ass. His cheeks, already red from all the pounding, now had a handprint stamped on them. Sniffling, Haejun reached down. The cock standing under him, veins raised and hard as a bat, loomed threateningly.

They said if you couldn’t avoid it, you should enjoy it—but he’d already enjoyed everything there was to enjoy, nothing left but ashes. And now he was being told to get back on the fire. It was torture. Desperate, Haejun tried to pull a trick or two. He gripped and stroked, rubbed the head, teased the rim, then deliberately let go.

“No, it’s too wet.......”

There was no way Lee Kangjoo wouldn’t see through such shallow tricks. With a faint sneer, he grabbed Haejun by the waist. It happened so fast—spreading his ass and pressing his cock to the sealed opening—that Haejun didn’t even have time to protest. It was only when the head started forcing its way past the ring that he flailed.

“Wait—wait, no, I really—!”

The casual speech slipped out from how desperate he was. He tried to get away, but there was no strength left to fight Lee Kangjoo’s grip. Burying the head inside his soft flesh, Kangjoo grabbed Haejun’s hips and yanked him down hard.

“Hii—!”

The cock slid slickly into the mushy, soaked heat. When it rammed all the way in to the root in one go, Haejun folded forward. His insides shook. His toes curled, his hair stood on end, his vision went white—his mouth fell open and tears dripped down.

That was when his wilted cock sprang back to life. It swelled thick and dumped everything it had been holding back. A clear stream shot upward like a fountain. He jerked his knees up and clamped his thighs together, but his legs were shaking too badly to stop it.

This was fundamentally different from his previous orgasms. Those had been a flash of pleasure followed by languor and relief—this felt like every drop of liquid in his body had been dragged into his cock and fired out. He felt dizzy, like his soul had gone with it.

“Huh... hngh....”

Every time he leaked, Haejun’s body trembled as his inner walls clenched tight. They bit down like they were tearing him apart, then loosened again, kneading him. Lee Kangjoo grabbed his side like he meant to rip him open.

Greenish veins stood out on Kangjoo’s forehead and neck, fine wrinkles creasing between his brows as he scowled. He seized Haejun’s ass with both hands, lifted it up, then pressed him down so hard his pubic hair was crushed, drilling into him relentlessly.

The sense of being filled made Haejun’s upper body wobble. He nearly toppled forward, barely catching himself by bracing against Kangjoo’s abs. When he felt the slick wetness coating his palm, his eyes welled up. He made small, hitching sounds, hiccups born from holding back sobs.

“T-that’s why I said we should rest...! I told you so many times...!”

It didn’t smell like piss, but what else could come out of a dick if it wasn’t cum? He’d definitely pissed all over Lee Kangjoo.

He’d seen customers squirt while working as a host—but that was possible because they were women. It wasn’t supposed to happen to a male body like his. He’d heard men could do it, but he’d never once seen it, not in porn, not in real life.

Face burning red, Haejun whimpered. There was no shame greater than this. He grabbed the blanket and frantically wiped down Lee Kangjoo’s body.

Lee Kangjoo swiped his own wet stomach with his palm. Water trickled down along the lines of his hand, dripping through the air. Haejun’s entire body felt like it was on fire.

“We should wash up.”

Lee Kangjoo supported Haejun’s ass firmly and stood up from the bed. Losing his balance, Haejun almost tipped backward and hurriedly hooked his arms around Kangjoo’s neck. His heart pounded—he’d almost fallen.

“If you put me down, I’ll take care of it myself.......”

“No.”

“Wait—”

He’d expected Kangjoo to curse, shove him away, call him filthy for such a colossal faux pas. Instead, breaking all expectations, Lee Kangjoo held him close. Face burning with shame, Haejun swallowed his words and pressed his forehead into Kangjoo’s neck.

Lee Kangjoo was impossible to read. One moment he drew cold, glacial lines, the next—when their bodies overlapped—he burned like firewood. He heated the air, melted Haejun too.

Haejun clung to him quietly. Truth was, this was what he’d wanted to do the moment he saw him. He swallowed his embarrassment and indulged his desire.\

* * *

It seemed they’d rolled around in the bathroom too, then he must have passed out for a bit. Feeling the bed tilt to one side, Haejun opened his eyes. After washing him and carrying him to the bed, Lee Kangjoo had ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) come out of the bathroom later and was sitting by his head.

Haejun squirmed over and patted the empty spot beside him. Lee Kangjoo stared for a moment, then lay down slowly. With no clothes to put on, he was naked; the bed was narrow, bare skin pressed to bare skin. He wasn’t soft or squishy—he was hard like a log, like a stone that hurt when pressed.

Still, Haejun didn’t want to move away. He liked how narrow the bed was. He wished it were even tighter.

“These past few days.......”

His voice came out hoarse. He’d held back his moans so hard, but he couldn’t stop his throat from giving out. When he cleared his throat, Lee Kangjoo handed him a bottle of water from the table. After Haejun drank, Kangjoo naturally took a sip too.

“How have you been?”

Haejun deliberately turned his head away because his eyes kept drifting to Kangjoo’s lips. He’d just drunk water, yet his mouth was dry again.

“Every day was the same. What about you, Cha Haejun.”

“Me too.”

In truth, a lot had happened. It had rained. There had been thunder and lightning. He’d met a loan shark and had liquor poured all over him. He’d been slapped. When he checked later, his lip was split. Now the scab was gone—unless you looked closely, you couldn’t tell.

He didn’t mention the dark things. He wanted Lee Kangjoo to stay comfortably. Even if he told him, Kangjoo wouldn’t care much anyway.

“Why didn’t you bring the bread.”

“...Sorry?”

He’d been staring at those moving lips and answered late. Pretending to think, Haejun looked up at the ceiling.

“Oh, that delicious bread.”

If he meant that bread that melted in his mouth—he’d debated bringing it. But since there was no way he’d eat breakfast on his own when Kangjoo wasn’t there, he’d left it.

When alone, Haejun tended to skimp on meals. If Yohan didn’t insist on eating together, he often skipped them. Maybe Kangjoo would eat a little more if it wasn’t something Haejun made with his own hands—he’d thought that too.

“I forgot.”

Haejun smiled sheepishly. Lee Kangjoo looked at him in silence for a moment.

“Then the frame?”

“That’s a gift. I wanted to give it to you myself, but I didn’t have time. ...You don’t like it?”

It was just a picture frame—hardly something that would change the mood—but he’d hoped it could be like a small flower in Kangjoo’s barren home. He wouldn’t deny there was a selfish desire tucked inside it. He wanted Kangjoo to think of him when he saw that photo upon entering, to send a text, make a call.

“I’ll return it.”

“You can just keep it.”

“I don’t need it.”

That wall-like rejection made Haejun’s lips pout. He covered it by pretending to yawn so Kangjoo wouldn’t see.

Lee Kangjoo suddenly reached out, brushing the hair stuck to Haejun’s cheek away. He rejected the gift without hesitation, yet his touch was gentle. The disappointment melting away at just one kind gesture felt pathetic.

Haejun’s gaze naturally drifted back to him. He could only see his lips. He chanted to himself, like brainwashing, that he wasn’t seeing anything—but no matter how he tried to look away, his eyes kept returning.

One word, one curved smile, even just breathing—he’d look. His eyes chased nothing else. Sometimes he went blank. Sometimes his mouth fell open, swallowing reflexively. Like an idiot, he just stared at those lips.

Could he do it first. Would Kangjoo be disgusted. Last time, it had been a reward for his efforts—but right now, he hadn’t done anything praiseworthy. He searched for a reason, but there was nothing convincing.

Should he ask if he could kiss him.

Just thinking about it dried his lips. Haejun’s head had tilted without him noticing. His lips parted. His body was unconsciously leaning toward Lee Kangjoo.

At the last second, he snapped back to his senses and pulled away. That was close. What if Kangjoo thought he was crossing a line and got annoyed? If no one were watching, he’d have slapped himself hard.