PAHO 55

It was a question full of mischievous intent. His eyes, staring intently, were playful yet held a unique glimmer of naive curiosity. Parting his lips to rub the mucous membrane, he chuckled.

“I’m curious if you’re as good at kissing as you are at sucking dick.”

It was a lewd laugh mixed with ridicule. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had swallowed a groan, finally spoke.

“…I haven’t done it much.”

“So you have done it before.”

His mumbling voice was low and damp. A hint of what seemed like displeasure seeped into it. Leaning his head closer, he tilted it.

“What guy? Or was it a woman?”

For a moment, Nam Gyeonhwa couldn’t hide his perplexed eyes. Why would he be curious about something so trivial? If it was simply about the act, the answer that he had experienced it would have been appropriate. Pressing unwilling lips together, holding his breath to tighten the inside of his mouth like the soft, loose flesh of a penis, and rubbing against the inserted tongue as if to strangle it. In terms of the act itself, he was neither good nor bad at it.

No, perhaps he was on the bad side. He could only recall being beaten until his eardrums burst because he couldn’t stand the revulsion and would bite their tongue every time.

“I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember again?”

“It’s not particularly important, is it? Especially not here and now.”

Nam Gyeonhwa, who had shot back coldly, gave him a light push and pulled at the hem of his shirt with both hands. From the T-shirt, still slightly damp and clinging to his skin like a peel, to the worn-out pants and underwear, he took everything off and moved it to the passenger seat. It was a slight precaution against having to go back looking like a tattered mess.

“Just get on with it and take it. Like you said, I’ll do enough to show my sincerity.”

Brushing back his disheveled hair, he brazenly displayed his completely naked body in front of Na Taebeom. To describe it as a display was not an exaggeration, given the dry atmosphere, but the rigid lines of his tensed body only served to incite a vile lust.

Na Taebeom’s eyes roamed down his body as if fumbling. His skin, having been showered not long ago, was lukewarm and moist. The bruises that had been streaked diagonally across his stomach and side had since faded to a yellowish hue, and in their place, purplish contusions mottled the fleshy, tender parts around his nipples, under his armpits, and on his lower abdomen. The traces of endured violence and sex were all marks made by Na Taebeom’s own hands. However, while the violence had faded somewhat, the sex was growing progressively more intense.

A hand reached out to his white, straight neck. Around his Adam’s apple, which was the thickest part of his otherwise slender, flower-stem-like neck, was a silicone necklace. Na Taebeom, who had smirked, gently stroked his neck with his thumb, then pressed down on his laryngeal prominence. At the touch, like a greedy grasp on a luscious fruit, his tightly shut eyelids trembled, and he swallowed silently. It was a faint tremor rooted in the learned fear that his neck would be choked.

“Let… go.”

Twisting his body slightly to avoid the impure touch, Nam Gyeonhwa pushed Na Taebeom down as if to lay him flat and then mounted him. Slowly lowering his head, as if sliding down from his shoulder, which was faintly scented with pain-relief spray, he pulled at his pants with his lips. Nam Gyeonhwa, who was naturally about to bury his face in his groin, lifted his eyes. He met a gaze flushed with expectant excitement.

“Why?”

“…Today, no, for the time being, I can’t suck you with my mouth.”

Though he sounded nonchalant, he seemed to be gauging the reaction to come. Na Taebeom, supporting himself with his elbows on the floor, shook his head slightly.

“Why?”

His thick eyebrows arched like a mountain ridge. It was the same question as before, but a little more persistent. Nam Gyeonhwa pushed his tongue against the inside of his mouth, making his cheek bulge.

“It’s… sore inside.”

“Sore?”

“Inflammation.”

A brief reason was added along with the indirect indication that the lining of his mouth was festering. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it if forced, but the wound could get bigger and the inflammation could spread. Especially small inflammations like in the mouth or on the tongue were like weeds, prone to lingering for a long time. Na Taebeom, who had been staring blankly at his lips, let out a short “Ah.” His expression was suddenly cheerful.

“I have a mouth too.”

“What…?”

Before he could fully comprehend the meaning of the lively retort, Na Taebeom grabbed Nam Gyeonhwa’s shoulders forcefully and pushed him down to the floor. As Nam Gyeonhwa fell onto the firm car seat with a thud, Na Taebeom’s shadow loomed over him, as if controlling all his senses and vision. Grinning, he stuck out his tongue. Flawless and a healthy red color.

“We don’t have to use your mouth, we can just use mine. I’ve never sucked a dick before, but I’ve sucked a lot of tits. Big and small, I don’t discriminate.”

“…”

At the explicit vulgarity, Nam Gyeonhwa drew in a breath. The fingertips that had been stroking his clavicle, which was slightly more prominent due to his slightly stooped shoulders, moved down to the left. Na Taebeom spread his palm wide, cupped his rib cage, and moved it slowly from bottom to top, as if kneading dough.

“And with this size, well, it’s not like I can’t suck it.”

Every time he kneaded his chest, the fingers touching his nipple applied pressure, pressing the flesh firmly. His cheeks paled at the touch, which was meant to tame him with strong stimulation. There was no sign of resistance, but he seemed to be enduring a shiver rather than being nonchalant. Na Taebeom, looking down at the white face composed of delicate features, in contrast to his indifferent expression, bent his large body and buried his face in his neck.

“Haah, for sure, being washed feels different in its own way.”

Not perfume, but soap. And a mass-produced one that probably cost a thousand won per bar. Just because it was cheap didn’t mean the scent was cheap. In fact, there were cases where a cozy scent like this suited a person like their own body odor. Savoring the sweetish smell of his skin, he soon began to slowly nibble along the sternocleidomastoid muscle.

“Ngh…”

Every time his lips pressed and pulled away, Nam Gyeonhwa turned his head to the side. The breath spilling from between his lips was ticklish. Even though he wasn’t being choked, he felt suffocated and wanted to keep fidgeting. The tongue that had been gently circling his shoulder stopped at his rib cage. In contrast to his body, which was chilled white by the car’s air conditioning, his nipples, stimulated by the cold, were standing erect.

“Ngh, heuh.”

Whether it was a conditioned reflex or because it hurt, the breath that seeped out was moist. It was quite a sight to see him fall apart in shame at such a trivial caress. And yet, he held back his moans, suppressing and swallowing them. It was an avoidance born of habit. A demeanor acquired and learned to not make a sound, to consider pleasure a sin.

Na Taebeom, letting out a disgruntled snort, buried his lips in the upper part of his chest and sucked the flesh deep. It was neither full nor soft like ripe fruit, but the moderately tender flesh filled his mouth. With an elasticity that seemed better suited for biting than sucking, Na Taebeom set his teeth and bit the flesh. He pressed his lips against the neat marks and sucked, persistently mashing the traces with his tongue as if to seal them.

“Heuh, ngh.”

At the unfamiliar, obscene, and erotic stimulation, his two arms, with nowhere to go, pushed against the seat. He had focused on becoming numb for so long, but he didn’t know how to react to withstand the teasing of having his flesh licked, sucked, and savored so sweetly, like a starving beast. It was ticklish and hot to simply endure, yet overwhelming to accept it openly with sounds. His outstretched arm blocked Na Taebeom. Before the reflexive answer of ‘stop’ could come out, Na Taebeom grabbed his arm and moved it away first. That pathetic struggle became a violent stimulant. Ignoring it, he pinned both his arms down and sucked on his areola as if inhaling it.

“Listen to me, ah! Haah, ngh.”

After the gasp, his whole body trembled like a fish caught in a net. Thanks to being thoroughly sucked and chewed, both his nipples were plump and red. Just when it seemed he was holding his breath to the point where the veins in his neck were bulging, he would bite his flesh firmly to make him finally let out a moan. His mind grew dull from the rapidly successive stimulation.

Na Taebeom lifted his lips, which had been lingering near his navel, and let out a long, hot breath. His face, as he wiped his drenched mouth with his arm, was flushed.

“See, I told you I’m good at sucking, huh?”

His mouth, agape, met the two unfocused eyes. A predator that seemed to have taken an interest in something unknown and unfamiliar. A gaze like a fleeting moment when a wildness, unviolated by others, wavered.

“But unfortunately, I can’t compare it to your dick-sucking skills. Because I’ve never sucked another guy’s dick before.”

His eyes, elated with a sense of conquest, curved slightly. When he flicked the nipple that was so swollen from being touched, his chest heaved weakly. Nam Gyeonhwa, who blinked a couple of times to clear his distorted vision, lifted his knees and fumbled at Na Taebeom’s crotch with the tips of his toes. The heavy, hot flesh could be felt even through the thick fabric of his pants. Therefore, he deliberately exhaled a long breath and moved his foot around. Na Taebeom, who let out a moan at the persistent stimulation, grabbed the ankle that was rummaging through his pants and pulled.

“I sucked your tits for you, and now you’re begging me to fuck you right away?”

“Ah…”

A feverish palm slid down his thigh and then pulled it wide open. A hole, as soft as his damp skin, was revealed beneath his reddened eyes. Na Taebeom snorted. He had made him wait for a whole hour, and there was a good reason for it. The anus, slightly elongated vertically from having countless things inserted into it, was moist. It even seemed like he had filled it with lube, because every time it puckered, a clear, sticky fluid that looked like arousal fluid trickled down the taut wrinkles.

Suddenly, Na Taebeom recalled the cash card transaction history that had been sent via text. Some pharmacy, and 53,000 won. He had never once in his life thought about money, but for those few days, he had been curious about that mere 53,000 won. He had wondered if the joke about being a medicine peddler in front of the fighting pits was actually true, but now he seemed to finally understand what these five digits were for.

“I wondered why you went to the pharmacy again.”

You bought lube. And solely for the purpose of having sex with me. Nam Gyeonhwa, with his upper body pressed to the floor, did not answer. He had a habit of staying silent when he was embarrassed or awkward, and Na Taebeom seemed to have hit the nail on the head. Na Taebeom, who burst out laughing, then shook as he laughed. Was he really trying to become a homo, just as the rumors said about him getting a taste for cock, like in the Song of Seodong? He lowered the hands that had been covering his face.

“You’ve prepared yourself thoroughly to take my cock.”

“…Because if I don’t, I’m the only one who loses.”

To accommodate that ignorant size, he had to hold half a tube of lube inside just to be able to insert it without pain. Nam Gyeonhwa, who took a deep breath, lifted his body. The leather seat shifted, making a creaking sound.

“Turn… around, and fuck… me.”

Nam Gyeonhwa, who lifted his body and flipped his position, lowered his waist and spread his buttocks with both hands. His raised rear moved up and down with his breathing. There was not a hint of hesitation. The gesture, which simply pleaded for the erect penis to be steadily thrust, moved, and cummed, was vulgar yet neat. A contradictory body, loose and chaste.

Whose hands had touched him, and how often? How many guys? What faces had enjoyed watching this sight? It was annoying. Annoyed, and at the same time, unable to contain his excitement at the sight, Na Taebeom hastily undid his pants. His penis, fully erect without even being sucked, proudly displayed its might. Grabbing and kneading the penis that was throbbing from the base, he aimed it between the buttocks and thrust up in one go.

“Hahk!”

His prone body was pushed forward by the force. Gripping his lower back firmly, he slowly pulled back and then slammed in hard again. Thwack. The sound of his lower body hitting the buttocks was dull. As the rough, violent hip movements repeated, a messy foam formed at the point of contact. It was because the lube, like arousal fluid, had been churned around inside, mixing with air bubbles.

“Do you know why… I like having sex in a car?”

Pressing his body tightly against his hunched back, Na Taebeom whispered softly in his ear. Contrary to his gentle tone, the movement of his lower body, digging into him, was rough and persistent.

“A bed is too serious, which I don’t like, but doing it just anywhere is a bit much. A car provides a place anytime, anywhere. Plus, it’s cramped.”

“Ugh!”

“So even with just a little movement like this, it reaches deep inside, so it’s easy… for you to go wild every time I thrust.”

“Ah, ah!”

At the same time as he spoke, Nam Gyeonhwa, his face buried in the seat from the strong movement of being rammed hard, let out a breath. As much as he was pressed underneath, Na Taebeom, who dominated him from above, showed no signs of his breathing slowing down either.