PAHO 43

To be precise, it was a black silicone necklace with a mountable device attached, but from the thickness of the strap to the design of the buckle, the intended form was no different from one worn by an animal.

“I just took the device from the smartwatch you were using before. Even if we’re going to be seeing each other all the time, we still need a way to get in touch in an emergency. If it’s urgent, it can track your location, and it can detect your bio-signals right away too.”

It was obvious he’d brought it as a mockery, yet looking at his nonchalant face was dumbfounding. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had been staring at the device, answered indifferently.

“If that’s the reason, you could have just put it on a watch strap instead of a necklace.”

“This way looks better.”

“I don’t know about that. It probably only looks good to you.”

“Then that’s even better. I’m doing this so it looks good to me.”

“Anyone who saw this would think I’m your dog or something.”

“Ah, a dog.”

Smiling, Na Taebeom lightly spun the necklace hanging on his finger. Thwack. He snatched the necklace in his palm and leaned in.

“I’ve wanted a dog for a while now.”

“…”

“You can be it for me.”

His dark, ash-gray eyes glittered ominously. It was a gaze filled with a sinister interest. He seemed to be hoping for a refusal or an angry outburst, but was there any need to respond to every single childish taunt? It wasn’t like it had a bomb attached to it; he could just take it off again and shove it in his pocket, and that would be that.

Nam Gyeonhwa, who had been silently watching Na Taebeom, snatched the necklace dangling from his fingertips. He opened the clasp of the decorative ring and put the necklace on right in front of him.

The feel of the silicone clinging to his skin made him feel inexplicably suffocated, but he didn’t bat an eye. After straightening his collar, he lowered his head as if to ask if he was satisfied now. The gaze that had been lingering on the bridge of his nose traveled past his chin to tickle his neck.

“If you’ve given me everything you were going to give, I’ll be on my way now.”

Nam Gyeonhwa’s steps, as he naturally turned to leave, did not continue. Na Taebeom abruptly grabbed his clothes and pinned Nam Gyeonhwa down on the sofa. The impact sent his body bouncing, and a groan escaped through his teeth.

“I need to get what I came for, too.”

His knee, which he had forcefully shoved between his thighs, prodded at Nam Gyeonhwa’s groin. Clenching his jaw, Nam Gyeonhwa pushed him away with all his might using both arms.

“Get off me.”

“I already got off you once in the car.”

Despite the angry punches, Na Taebeom pressed his body in closer. Nam Gyeonhwa was suddenly flattened between the sofa and Na Taebeom. Is this what it would feel like to be crushed by a boulder? He had prided himself on being stronger than average, even if not remarkably so, but in front of Na Taebeom, he was so powerless it was meaningless.

“Go out and find some other male prostitute or sex partner. You’re capable of that much.”

“I hate skin-to-skin contact with men.”

The words he uttered, while busily rubbing their bodies together, were that he hated it.

“I’m a man too. I have a dick.”

“I know.”

“If you know, then why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re an exception.”

“What…?”

“You’re excluded from that.”

Na Taebeom pressed down on Nam Gyeonhwa’s forehead, forcefully holding his eyes still, and met his gaze.

“Honestly, I used to wonder what could possibly be good about having a dick. Even now, just looking at other homo fuckers disgusts me. But strangely, there’s something about you that’s a bit of a turn-on. And when you’re sucking a dick, whether it’s from the top or the bottom, your expression changes a little, so you’re quite a sight to see.”

His voice held not even a hint of trying to hide his barbaric and primal interest. All of a sudden, his fingertips touched the bridge of his nose.

“Especially here, this mole on your nose keeps catching my eye.”

They say a mole on the bridge of the nose is a beauty mark. You certainly live up to your face. That was what his parents would say as a compliment every time they saw a client he had brought in by soliciting.

“…First you put a collar on me and treat me like a dog, and now you’re going to treat me like a whore too?”

His voice, filled with rage, was fierce. A hand suddenly grabbed his chin and crudely forced his lips apart. Each time the finger shoved into his mouth pressed down on his tongue, his breathing grew labored.

“I wasn’t particularly thinking of you as a whore, but if you want, I can treat you like a whore who’s even worse than a dog.”

At the low, deepened voice, Nam Gyeonhwa bit his lip. The warmth of the breath on his cheek made it tingle as if he had already been slapped several times. Would he have a chance if he fought? No, would there be even a sliver of benefit? There wouldn’t. The moment he had gone to him on his own and begged for help, the power dynamic had been set.

“…It hasn’t healed all the way yet.”

Nam Gyeonhwa said, grabbing the hand that was forcefully prying his clenched thighs apart. His impassive voice made Na Taebeom’s expression turn sullen.

“Still? It’s been a week.”

His face seemed to say, Are you lying?

“A man’s body is different from a woman’s. It doesn’t just get wet because you shove something in recklessly. It needs some preparation.”

“What kind of preparation?”

“Like last time, you have to start by, uh, stretching me out down there. There’s something called foreplay, you know.”

Having to give such a pathetic explanation, as if this were sex education, made his throat feel strangely dry.

“It would be even better if you used a condom or lube, if possible.”

The more he talked, the more Na Taebeom’s eyebrows slanted fiercely. It seemed that simply saying it hurt down there wouldn’t be enough to reach a compromise. Nam Gyeonhwa, who ran his tongue over the corner of his mouth to reconfirm that it was torn, let out a deep breath.

“I’ll use my mouth.”

“Just your mouth?”

“I told you. It needs, some, preparation. Or do I have to say I nearly died because your dick was so big for you to get it?”

Na Taebeom, who had been pinning his arms down and scrutinizing his face, finally released his grip on his wrists. The sight of his thick crotch came into his lowered eyes. He couldn’t tell what on earth had gotten him so aroused.

Facing him as he sat leaning against the side of the sofa, Nam Gyeonhwa curled his body into a ball and knelt down. He could feel the hot sensation distinctly through the surface of the sweatpants. Without hesitation, he pushed the pants aside, and a thick warmth emanated from the penis that popped out with a clunk. He brought his lips to the tip, took a breath, and then placed his tongue on the slit of the urethral opening, licking it in a long swipe.

Each time his tongue passed over the veiny penis, a low, hot moan hovered above his head. Only after thoroughly coating the entire shaft with saliva did Nam Gyeonhwa finally pull his mouth away and sweep back his messy, disheveled bangs. Even though all he had done was lick the penis, his neck was already warm with sweat, perhaps because it had been taxing to open his jaw so wide.

Nam Gyeonhwa, who had been prodding here and there with his tongue, pulled his head back. The sound of wet breaths being drawn in and let out through his slightly parted lips could be heard. He clamped his mouth shut and moved his tongue around, holding the saliva that had pooled in his mouth without swallowing. After parting his lips with a pop, he slowly sucked the penis in, as if drinking it. A salty taste spread over his tongue, perhaps because of the fluid that had started to leak from the tip. Hollowing his cheeks, he pushed it in to a depth that wouldn’t reach his throat, then pulled it out.

“Hah, mmm, good.”

Na Taebeom, who had his hand wrapped in his hair, let out a rough groan. He wrapped his tongue around the penis filling his mouth and moved his head a little faster. Schlick, schlick. The sound of flesh rubbing against the mucous membrane was wet. Lowering his body to take the penis in more tightly, Nam Gyeonhwa relaxed his throat. In a movement as natural as a long-held habit, the head of the penis was sucked deep into his widened throat.

“Shit, ah, fuck.”

Every time he swallowed, his throat quivered, and the surrounding membranes tightened around the penis, making Na Taebeom curse. As the thick penis twitched with arousal, the Adam’s apple wrapped by the necklace bobbed and rose along with it. Clenching his teeth, Na Taebeom rolled his eyes to look down. Nam Gyeonhwa was sucking him off with his mouth full, making all sorts of wet noises. It was truly a lewd display of mouthwork, so fitting of the expression “wringing out semen” that Na Taebeom was the one who was about to lose his composure. No, any semblance of a relaxed attitude was already gone.

“I’m about to come, so, pull out, for a second.”

Na Taebeom pulled on the hair in his hand, making him lift his head. The moment the penis slid out of his mouth, he brought the throbbing member to the bridge of Nam Gyeonhwa’s nose.

“Haaah, ah.”

Before long, semen gushed out. The semen, splattered across his closed eyes and the bridge of his nose, trickled down and formed droplets on his lips. Squeezing his eyes shut, Nam Gyeonhwa remained still even with his face covered in semen. A stream of semen trickled down his flushed cheek, making it look as if he were crying white tears. It was a sight that stirred a strange sense of conquest, enough to make his upper abdomen ache.

“How many guys have you sucked off until now?”

The voice, shrouded in damp breath, was grim. Nam Gyeonhwa silently wiped the semen running down his face with the heel of his palm. Unlike Na Taebeom, who was somewhat languid in the afterglow of his orgasm, Nam Gyeonhwa was no different than before, only his breathing was rough.

“Your homo lover? A sponsor?”

It was a question that seemed to rehash the previous one.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

He seemed intent on asking until he got some kind of answer. After a long moment of thought, Nam Gyeonhwa opened his mouth.

“…I’ve never thought about it.”

It wasn’t an attempt to be evasive. He truly had never thought about it. The moment he submitted, Nam Gyeonhwa forgot all their faces. So what great meaning could there be in counting how many, and how much he had gone through? And it was the same with Na Taebeom, right in front of him. In the future, he would remain a transient, meaningless moment that he would not even think about.

Wiping the remaining semen from his face, Nam Gyeonhwa touched the corners of his mouth. His attitude was nonchalant, as if he had been through this kind of thing countless times. So many that he’s never even thought to count? Unconsciously frowning, Na Taebeom pressed down on Nam Gyeonhwa as if to crush him.

“Ah!”

Nam Gyeonhwa thrashed wildly at the hands trying to forcibly strip his clothes off. Na Taebeom grabbed his flailing arms and pushed up his shirt with his other hand. As the shirt rode up, the body revealed under the light was attractively lean, but it was so covered in bruises that it was hard to appreciate his figure. He hadn’t controlled his strength on purpose, intending to break his spirit completely on that day he had returned, but looking at it like this, he had gone too far.

So wouldn’t it have been better if he had just accepted my offer when I made it? Clicking his tongue, Na Taebeom slowly patted the bruised skin from his exposed bare chest to his side. Each time he touched a bruised area, his navel flinched. And yet, his jaw was clenched so tightly that wrinkles formed, as if he didn’t want to make a sound of pain. After continuously prodding only the bruised areas, he suddenly flicked a nipple.

“By the way, do men feel it here too?”

“…”

“Huh? Do you feel it when I touch your tits?”

At the look urging him for an answer, Nam Gyeonhwa turned his head to the side without replying. It’s not like he won’t touch them just because I don’t say anything. With a smirk, Na Taebeom put more force into his fingers and rubbed the nipple hard. Although it was a chest that didn’t seem to have much flesh to knead, the sensation of the nipple rubbing against his thumb wasn’t bad at all. It felt a bit like touching a cat or dog’s paw pad, and also a bit like an unripe dried fruit.

“Hh, ugh.”

A small breath escaped through the teeth of Nam Gyeonhwa, who had his face turned to the side. It was a moan that was clearly fainter, though he was trying to suppress it.

“The sound you make is completely different when I touch your tits.”

The nipple, which had been swaying along with his wiggling fingers, was now erect enough to stand firm even when he rubbed it with force. The size was just right to take into his mouth, and Na Taebeom lightly licked his lips before ducking his head abruptly.