PAHO 56

Licking his lips with his tongue, he wrapped his arms around Nam Gyeonhwa’s stomach in a circle and shifted his weight, moving his hips in a wide motion. A single thrust of his hips made the pit of his stomach tremble, a second one caused a panting breath to escape from beyond his throat, and after three or four deep upward thrusts, a path was forged along the contours of the bulge below his flat abdomen.

His squirming body was like that of a moth caught in tweezers. Holding onto the white, thin body and ruthlessly ramming up into him, a movement akin to a heartbeat was felt distinctly in his palm, and every time the overwhelmed insides tightened around the intruding foreign object, it was spine-chillingly euphoric.

Unable to move beyond the confined space, he could drive his partner into a corner without any chance for the sensations to be dispersed elsewhere. And among his numerous sexual experiences, there had never been a time he was as focused as he was now. Na Taebeom wanted to make him burst. He was curious what kind of pathetic state he would be in, cumming from both ends, after being stimulated and stimulated again, pushed to his limit. Nam Gyeonhwa was the problem. He should have known from the moment he provoked him, who had no interest in fucking, into taking a dick in his mouth. The faint displeasure and discomfort that colored his bland face, and the raw expression he finally revealed when prodded, were an unholy stimulation.

“Ah.”

Letting out a gasp, Nam Gyeonhwa barely managed to turn just his head back. A slightly anxious gaze brushed past Na Taebeom’s jaw and lips.

“I-it’s deep, hngh, just a little back, ward…”

The back of his ear, where a cold sweat was beginning to form, was red. If voices could be divided by color, his was a seductive shade somewhere between red and white.

“Deep? How deep?”

Smiling, Na Taebeom slowly pulled back. The moment his inserted penis slipped out, hanging precariously at the edge of the hole, a brutish hand seized Nam Gyeonhwa’s wrist. At the same time, thwack, he slammed his body forward forcefully, as if his lower abdomen would crash into the other’s buttocks.

“This deep?”

“Ah, huck!”

After two attempts, the penis went all the way in, leaving only the base. Letting out a deep gasp, Nam Gyeonhwa’s eyes widened before he winced. The twisting sensation inside his body from the insertion made his throbbing stomach feel queasy. It felt as if his organs had been pushed up past his solar plexus. But it wasn’t simply nauseating and painful.

The tingling sensation in his lower abdomen, as if it were cramping, was different from a dull ache. A shiver ran down his spine from the unpleasant thrill that made him wish it would just hurt instead, and sweat beaded behind his arms and legs. He tensed the arm that was being held. In response to the desperate movement to pull away, Na Taebeom’s arms suddenly wrapped around the trembling body.

“This isn’t it either?”

“Just, let go and do it, ah!”

Thwack, flesh slapped against flesh. Instead of the words that should have followed, only a wanton moan escaped.

“Ah, my mistake. I fucked you deep again.”

Na Taebeom let out a wicked laugh and pressed his groin hard against the tightly held buttocks. The moment he thrust upward deeply as if to gouge out the inner flesh, Nam Gyeonhwa’s body, which had risen on its own, trembled violently. The white body, perched awkwardly on thick thighs, swayed precariously, thump, thump, in time with the fierce hip movements.

His hands, which were kneading the chest he held in a tight, binding embrace, moved to Nam Gyeonhwa’s nape, which he took a mouthful of and sucked audibly. The silicone necklace kept rubbing against his prominent nose.

“Speaking of which, this necklace I gave you.”

Leaving a fresh bite mark on his shoulder, he nonchalantly tapped the necklace as if he had just remembered.

“It reacts to biological signals, you see. It tells you the levels. Especially, heart rate.”

It was a functional survival device included to prevent everything from heart attacks to getting lost or being kidnapped, but now, thanks to Na Taebeom, one more function was about to be added. The hand that had been stroking his stomach reached down and grabbed Nam Gyeonhwa’s penis. A thick thumb touched the tip, which had become slightly hard and flushed from the stimulation.

“Your heart beats faster when you’re aroused, right? Even more so when blood rushes down there.”

While stimulating the top of the penis in his hand, Na Taebeom also thrust deeply from behind, as if to ram his testicles in as well. Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, Nam Gyeonhwa couldn’t make a sound. Lewd, creaking sounds continued from their point of connection, and physiological tears streamed from the corners of his reddened, swollen eyes. It hurt. It was merciless and violent, but it felt as if his very mind was melting away from the rough movements. Even knowing the end of this pleasure would not be so pleasant, he couldn’t endure it.

“Ah…!”

Streams of fluid spurted from his open urethral meatus, splashing onto the seat and elsewhere. Without a moment to block the messy sight with his own hands, his tightly joined lower body lurched. The hole that had been constricting tightly slackened from the semen that poured into his winding intestines. Even while ejaculating, Na Taebeom continued to pound his hips, thump, thump, savoring the loosened inner walls.

Panting as he held onto the car door handle, Nam Gyeonhwa placed both arms on the floor and arduously pushed his body up. Looking down at him as he struggled, trying to forcefully pull his penetrated lower body away, Na Taebeom clicked his tongue.

“Ah, well now.”

A crinkling plastic sound came from his hand as he rummaged through his pocket. Na Taebeom held up a condom and grinned.

“Forgot to use this.”

Na Taebeom was quite active, so he frequently consumed protein and fluids. The in-car refrigerator, installed solely for the convenience of a man who drank water like a hippo to match his build, was always well-stocked with water and sports drinks.

He opened the small refrigerator placed between the front seats and took out a water bottle. The area in front of the refrigerator, which was kept clean through regular car washes, was cluttered with various trash. Except for one bottle of a vitamin drink, most of it was condom wrappers and used condoms. Even then, he had only grabbed a few and put them in his pocket, so the one he had just put on was the last.

After thoroughly quenching his parched throat, he wiped his mouth with his forearm and then looked ahead. Nam Gyeonhwa was lying flat on his stomach on the seat.

“Want some?”

“…”

“Say, ‘please.’ Then I’ll give it to you.”

Leaning down, Na Taebeom playfully rolled the water bottle against his cheek. Glaring up at him, Nam Gyeonhwa brushed his arm away as if it were nothing and opened the small refrigerator to take out a new water bottle.

“I have hands too.”

At the cool refusal, Na Taebeom broke into a wide smile. At times he acted as if he could see right through him, but then in another moment, he would catch him off guard like this.

Tossing the half-empty water bottle onto the floor, he straightened his back and thrust upward toward the inside. Thump. Their connected lower bodies locked together more deeply, and his sphincter and internal muscles twitched simultaneously. After ejaculating satisfyingly, he pulled his body back and withdrew his penis. The glob of semen collected at the tip of the condom dangled in place of his testicles.

Throughout the sex, Nam Gyeonhwa’s lips had been red and swollen from enduring more than half of it in silence. But the moments that were slightly less than half were, in a word, hellish pleasure. He had cried, panted, and ultimately, come undone.

Even if they weren’t exactly cries of pleasure, it had to be said that he had come undone. Over nearly two hours, his heart rate had twice reached its highest level. It was a level comparable to when Nam Gyeonhwa went on his intense jogs every dawn. Or perhaps he had been pushed even harder than that. After all, while being pounded, he hadn’t even been able to make a sound of pain, even as his head thumped against the ceiling. Na Taebeom had been just as excited. For the first time in a while, his cock hadn’t had a chance to dry of cum.

He felt as if he had expelled all the high-calorie pizza and french fries he had eaten for lunch as semen. He was starting to get hungry, and the hunched-over position was uncomfortable. Suddenly recalling the car body wobbling with the force of his thrusts, he licked his lips. Should I buy a bigger car? A car bigger than this would have to be something like a military jeep, but he hadn’t even considered it because it would be inconvenient in many ways in underground parking lots with height restrictions. It might be a nice sight to dress him up in a uniform and have him sit on the hood of a jeep.

The light from a streetlight seeping through the car window spread over his prone back like silver powder. At the colors that announced the evening, Nam Gyeonhwa, who had been lying limply in exhaustion, sat up. His arms trembled as he corrected his posture and opened a water bottle. After emptying one bottle, he reached over to the passenger seat and retrieved his clothes. Na Taebeom, who was staring blankly at the hand carelessly patting down the messy hair at the back of his head, tilted his head.

“Puppy.”

“…”

“I’m sleepy, should we just take a nap here? What do you think?”

Nam Gyeonhwa glanced at him and then immediately pretended not to hear, tidying his hair. Resting his chin on his arm propped on his knee, he met his eyes again.

“I said I’m sleepy.”

“Go and sleep, then.”

He’s not a child, a mumble followed and then ceased. Na Taebeom grinned. It was a soft smile, as if half of the wildness had vanished from his usual fierce and arrogant expression. After neatly putting on his pants, he suddenly began picking up the trash scattered on the floor one by one.

“If you’re planning on keeping them as souvenirs, we can go one more time.”

“…I’m cleaning up.”

He didn’t want Gwon Jongdae or Gil Useong to see a mess like this. Not that they would care in the slightest or would pretend not to see it. Opening the car door, Nam Gyeonhwa hesitantly got out of the car.

“Really, you’re just going to leave me?”

Facing Na Taebeom, who was watching him from inside the car, Nam Gyeonhwa just gave a slight nod of acknowledgement and closed the door. Na Taebeom let him walk away, watching him silently. Nam Gyeonhwa rubbed the small of his back but walked without delay, staggering up the slope. A faint smile escaped as he watched the profile of the man quietly returning to the house located a hundred meters ahead, without a thought of straying anywhere else.

Entering the bathroom, Nam Gyeonhwa turned and fumblingly touched the back of his neck as it was reflected in the mirror. He left bite marks everywhere, as if he were some dog. It wasn’t just bite marks; red handprints stained the small of his back and his forearms. It seemed he would have to wear clothes with high collars, like turtlenecks or mandarin collars, for a while.

Still, since he had used a condom later on, the cleanup wasn’t long. It was surprising that he hadn’t forgotten what he’d said, after acting like he wouldn’t use one at all. And besides, that impatient movement, so persistently pressing against the sensitive spots inside. Does having good motor skills also improve one’s skill in sex? It was distinctly different from when he would fuck so crudely it felt like his insides would be torn raw.

It had been a while since he had trembled, unable to bear the feeling of wanting to cum. Perhaps it was because he didn’t really want to remember. For Nam Gyeonhwa, sex had always been a continuum of submission and torture, so he had never wanted to enjoy it, nor had he the capacity to.

A cuckoo clock chimed after he finished washing up. The hour hand had moved into the time called night. Nam Gyeonhwa dragged his exhausted body to the sofa and sat down. Even that small movement made his lower parts throb. Despite using so much lubricating gel, it couldn’t handle the crushing pressure on his stomach. Thanks to that, his stomach felt full as if he had eaten a large meal, even though he hadn’t eaten anything. But fullness was just fullness; the hunger was felt just the same, so in the end, he had no choice but to open the refrigerator.

The only thing he could eat right away without cooking was a carton of leftover milk. Milk, of all things, right after sex; it was a deeply unpleasant situation, but he didn’t have the energy to go out and buy something. Sighing, Nam Gyeonhwa picked up the milk.

Without even needing to move, he stood in front of the refrigerator and drank the milk. Only after finishing the whole carton in two or three gulps did the dizzy feeling subside. After rinsing the paper carton in the sink, Nam Gyeonhwa was looking for a paper towel to dry his wet hands when he suddenly spotted a business card on the table. A manpower agency. Recalling the errand he had almost completely forgotten, he tapped the corner of the business card he held against the table. If he kept dawdling, he might have to bring Nam Haejin to Seoul without having saved up enough money. If he wanted to provide at least as much as others did, even if not lavishly, he wasn’t in a position to be spacing out like this.

Besides, it wasn’t just about the money; Nam Gyeonhwa also needed to act proactively to prepare for unforeseen variables. Unforeseen variables could mean many things. For example, a change of heart from Na Taebeom. This was the most important and largest variable, and also the main basis for Na Taebeom’s control over him.

Still, compared to their first meeting, Na Taebeom’s attitude these days was quite different. The fading of the bruises that had remained like ornaments all over his body was proof of that. Of course, he now wore new ornaments with a different meaning on his body, but the fact that he hadn’t been hit even once by the man who would resort to violence first if he didn’t like something could be considered a form of him going easy on him. Of course, there was a corresponding amount of self-congratulation on his part, but in any case, thanks to that, Nam Gyeonhwa was also able to endure Na Taebeom more or less.

Hopefully, everything would just conclude with the evaluation without any trouble. Sighing, Nam Gyeonhwa put the business card in his pocket. The day was short, and his worries were endless.