Into The Thrill

"He said that wasn't it, but Woojin was already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Anxious, he forgot the first rule. Woojin carefully embraced him, covering his back with his chest, and slowly kissed his nape and cheek.
He pulled down Haewon's underwear and kneaded his moderately plump buttocks. Haewon slightly spread his legs and turned his head back towards him. His long eyelashes blinked slowly as he gazed at Woojin.
With a dizzying twist of his upper body, Haewon reached out and grabbed Woojin's nape. Clenching his hand, he pulled Woojin down and deeply kissed him. Their tongues didn't mesh perfectly, the movement of their tongues in each other's mouths was explicitly visible. Their flesh entangled messily, each urgently trying to draw the other in further. Woojin rubbed against his tongue and bit and swallowed his lower lip.

"Ugh...!"
As Woojin sucked hard enough to hurt, Haewon detached his lips and licked his sore lower lip with his tongue. Haewon murmured,
"It's strange."

"What is."
"When we broke up before, actually... back then..."
"Actually what."

"No, it's not that, but there was a time when my lips hurt too much. It hurts just like that time."
"What are you talking about? We were apart, why would your lips hurt? Who did you kiss?"
"...What?"

"Did you kiss someone else?"
"No."
"Then why do your lips hurt."

"I don't know."
"What are you even saying."
Unaware that he had sucked on those lips all night, Haewon touched his lips as if they hurt like before.

Haewon quietly shut his mouth, fearing he might reveal that day's events. He pretended nothing had happened and just looked up innocently. It was pitiful and cute. Had he not known the truth, he would have wanted to believe him just for that innocent look.
"Kissing you makes my lips hurt..."
Haewon brought his lips close to Woojin's and murmured. Heat rose like a mirage. Woojin gently bit his lips, chewed without hurting, and licked them. Their tongues entangled again. Woojin grabbed his penis, which was growing hot, and rubbed it against Haewon's buttocks. Haewon turned around. Lying face to face, Haewon's hands wrapped around his shoulders.
The kissing deepened as they sought to feel each other. His throat swallowed his own saliva. Haewon, his pupils dilated and lost, let out a desperate moan and urged Woojin on.

Haewon grasped his member. With sparse body hair and a pale color indicating he wasn't often with men, Woojin felt almost no aversion. In fact, he knew exactly where to touch to stimulate a man, making it easier to pleasure him.
Lips overlapping, Haewon's hand gripped Woojin's erect flesh. Woojin grasped his in return. The excited fluids from their flesh trickled out messily. Saliva he couldn't swallow in time dripped from his parted lips. The heat from their naked bodies seemed to fill the room.
It was hot. Woojin, sweaty, stroked Haewon's sticky back and moved his hand down to his groin. Haewon's body jerked, and the member he held reacted. As he touched both front and back simultaneously, his chest heaved heavily. His erotic movements writhed. Woojin inserted a finger deep into Haewon's hot hole.

"Ah, uh!"
Woojin moved his lips down to his sweaty neck and chest. He enveloped an entire nipple with his mouth and circled it with his tongue. Haewon's entire body spasmed as if it couldn't bear the stimulation.
"Woojin, ah, good, good..."

Haewon preferred fingers in his back entrance over Woojin's penis, and it clung well. Unashamed, he writhed and moaned too vividly, and Woojin focused on tormenting him.
"I hate it, ah, I hate it... Woojin, I hate it..."
When was it ever good, and now he resists? He was unpredictable. Woojin detached his lips from the nipple that he had moistened with his saliva, now vividly colored.

Leaving only instinct, Haewon got Woojin onto the bed and climbed onto his lower body. Grasping the erect penis, he aimed at his groin and sat down without hesitation. Woojin watched his face change every moment.
"Uh...!"
As he inserted himself deep and arched his head back with tightness, the movement was provocative. To think he had shunned such actions, Woojin belatedly regretted his misjudgment. He should have taught him with his body. To never say those things again, to never leave him again, he should have engraved it into his body, which felt so good.

Quickly moving his lower body, Haewon swallowed and spat out his member. Watching Haewon's mincing, Woojin lay back, supporting his head with both hands, watching him.
With eyes tightly closed as he moved, when Haewon's eyes fluttered open, Woojin made a pained expression and egged him on. Haewon placed his hands on his chest and swung his bent waist back and forth.
"Brother, I want to come. Ugh, I want to come..."

"Just five more minutes, uh."
"I want to come. Let me come. Huh? I want to come."
"Just hold on a little longer."

It wasn't about permission; he was enjoying it. He didn't want to end this pleasant moment too soon. Woojin sat up. He hugged Haewon's waist tightly. He grabbed his throbbing member. He pressed on the urethra with his thumb to block it.
He knew when and how he would ejaculate, when the unbearable pleasure would push him to release his fluids. Pressing hard on the urethra and not just blocking but pressing it in a circular motion and lifting from below, Haewon couldn't resist the pleasure of urination.
"Ah, I hate it. Brother, I hate that. Don't do it. Don't do it!"

"It's been a while, ha, in front of brother Haewon, huh? You have to pee. Heh!"
"I hate it, don't do it! Bastard!"
A fierce fist hit Woojin's shoulder. Woojin held him and laid him down on the bed, pressing him from above.

"Ah!"
Unable to escape and only able to twist his pelvis, Haewon sobbed.
Woojin's insertion deepened and sped up as he looked down at Haewon with a serious face. The panting and heat intensified. Punching him, trying to escape, Haewon gasped as if he was losing his breath.

"I hate it, ah, let me go! Let go! Ah, Woojin! You bastard! Don't do it!"
Please don't, Haewon agonizingly twisted his upper body. Woojin gripped his penis as if to burst it and blocked his hole.
"Like a baby, ha, you just want to pee anywhere, huh? Look at me, Haewon. Look at my face."

"I hate it, I hate it!"
Woojin grasped both of Haewon's cheeks with one hand, forcing him to look. As he reached an unbearable moment, Haewon finally burst into tears.
"Don't do it! Don't do it...! I'm really going to come! I hate it, don't do it, huh, come out, come out, it's going to come out. Please... Please...!"

Haewon sobbed, begging Woojin. Woojin's face grew increasingly rigid with excitement.
"Ah, fuck."
Woojin cursed as he forcefully thrust into Haewon. Sweat spread across his heaving chest.

"Mun Haewon, Haewon. You have to look at me. Huh? Fuck, look at my face...!"
Curses kept bursting out. Woojin grabbed Haewon's nape and lifted him. Their eyes met. Haewon's eyes, brimming with tears, looked at Woojin, no, beyond him.
"Ah, ugh, ah!"

As Woojin's whole body trembled with convulsions, he released his hold and a warm fluid spurted from Haewon's member. Woojin did not stop; he moved his hips faster and more vigorously, and Haewon intermittently spilled secretions every time Woojin penetrated him.
As the muscles contracted, the inner walls tightened, contorting his brow. Woojin thrust deeply, making a squelching sound, and held his breath.
"Krugh..."

Power surged into his lower abdomen as he climaxed. His abs clenched visibly. His lower abdomen heaved as he ejaculated.
"Haah, haah..."
The pleasure of releasing inside Haewon pierced through his entire body. Although it was an odd thought post-sex, Woojin felt indescribably refreshed.

Covering his face with his hands and sobbing, Haewon bit his lip. Even then, with Woojin still inside him, his body shook with each thrust. His member quivered, dripping lukewarm fluid. His chest and stomach, soaked with the fluid, glistened under the light.
Supporting Haewon's knees with his hands, Woojin slowly withdrew. The flesh column that came out was slick with semen and arousal fluid. The narrow opening between his legs twitched, regurgitating Woojin's semen. Woojin laid down Haewon's legs and removed the arms that covered his face. As he tried to clear his wrists, Haewon resisted.
"It's okay. Let me see your face."

"No… leave it."
"I want to see your face."
"No!"

At this moment, he truly did not want to show his face. Knowing this, Woojin forcibly pulled down Haewon's arms and pinned them to the bed. Haewon twisted his head, trying to hide his face by any means. His eyes were red, and his cheeks were flushed. His lips trembled continuously from holding back tears.
"Show me your face."
Haewon twisted his neck so much it might break and buried his cheek in the bedding, shaking his head. Finally, Woojin forcefully grasped his cheek and straightened Haewon's face. His eyelashes were wet and clumped together. Haewon avoided making eye contact, looking down instead.

"What did I tell you?"
"I don't know, go away."
"I said to look at me when you come."

"Go away!"
"Don't bite your lips. Open your mouth."
With a hiss, Haewon glared at Woojin, who ignored his protests. Defiantly, he bit his lips hard and stared back. Woojin looked down at him and spoke softly, yet his tone carried an authoritarian edge.

"Open your mouth."
"..."
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

"..."
"You said you love me, didn't you?"
"..."

"Don't you love me? Should we break up then?"
"I love you, you fucking bastard."
Threatened by Woojin, Haewon's pupils wavered. He released his bitten lips and hastily responded while blinking away his tears. His reluctant additions could be taken as playful. His tear-filled eyes sparkled clearly.

"Then open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to kiss you."

"..."
"Very deeply."
Reluctantly, Haewon slightly parted his lips and only just extended his red tongue, like a rodent's tongue poking out between the lips. Woojin's tongue licked and twined around that protruding red flesh.

After a long kiss, Woojin lifted Haewon and led him to the bathroom.
Embarrassed and humiliated, as if it was natural to release when stimulated, Haewon still faced the wall inside the shower booth, like a child shunning him.
Woojin adjusted the hot water and stood under the shower, letting the stream drench him from head to toe, combing back his soaked hair. Haewon, standing with his back to him, refused to turn around when Woojin tried to embrace him.

"It's okay. What's the matter?"
"I told you I don't like that..."
"You said you wanted to come."

"That's not what I meant."
"It's okay. It excites me, so it's okay."
Woojin inadvertently spoke his true feelings. He felt Haewon's gaze turn slightly but pretended not to notice and embraced him. He cradled Haewon's face to his chest, concealing it. The hot water drenched Woojin and soaked Haewon.

"...Does that turn you on?"
Haewon pressed his lips against Woojin's chest and murmured, his voice muffled by the falling water, but Woojin managed to hear it.
"It turns me on."

"Does peeing turn you on? You like that?"
"I guess I do like it."
"Pervert."

"Only do it in front of me."
"Pee only in front of you, undress only in front of you... and you only come in front of me."
Haewon finally looked up and met Woojin's eyes. Woojin did not voice the thoughts in his head; instead, he just smiled.

Woojin enjoyed high-stakes play. He was holding back the urge to grab his member and cover Haewon's pale body with his own urine. He planned to teach him gradually.
Haewon, who had only had normal sex before, could not handle Woojin. And unexpectedly, even without such acts, Woojin was easily aroused and easily came during their time together. No provocative acts were needed to stimulate orgasm.
Even during the shower, Woojin deeply kissed Haewon's lips for a long time.

After the shower, as if on cue, rumbling sounds came from Haewon and his stomach. While Woojin finished preparing dinner, Haewon cleaned the bed. Ashamed of his traces, afraid Woojin might see, he hurriedly changed the sheets. Unaware that Woojin was pretending not to see, Haewon noisily disappeared into the utility room with the laundry.
While eating dinner face-to-face, the awaited call came.
"Yes."

"Where are you now, Prosecutor Hyun?"
It was President Kim Jeong-geun. Eight forty in the evening. He had called him immediately upon returning to the country. The fact that he sought Woojin instead of Park Hyung-soo showed he had no intention of heeding Woojin's advice. The situation was moving exactly as planned under Woojin's control. Checking his watch, Woojin put down his fork.
"I'm near the prosecutor's office."

"If you're not too busy, come home. You know what it's about."
"I was just about to contact you. I'll be leaving soon."
After ending the call, Woojin flipped his phone face down on the table. Haewon, who had been stuffing spaghetti into his mouth, barely managed to swallow and asked,

"Are you going?"
"I'll be back. Just rest."
"I wanted to watch a movie together."

"It might be late."
"Finish your dinner before you go."
Woojin finished his meal and stood up. Haewon clung to his waist, pleading for him not to go. He had to drag Haewon all the way to the front door.

The Haewon who had harshly rejected meeting someone his dead friend had liked, a vision unimaginable now. Woojin wondered if he was like this with everyone, or if his countless past lovers had seen this side of Haewon too. He was so curious he wanted to summon a few for interrogation. It was a regret that always came too late.
At the doorway, Woojin looked down at Haewon silently, ignoring his silent demand to detach.
"I told you I'd cling to you. I'd be clingy, do things you hate."

"I said I'd be clingy, not that I'd be a baby."
"I'm a baby. I pee everywhere, so I'm a baby."
"For twenty-nine, yeah, a baby. I'll be back soon."

"Why go if you'll be back soon?"
Haewon had always obstructed Woojin's intentions by just being present, which is why he had been wary. Haewon constantly disrupted his priorities.
"I'll kiss you."

"Can't I come? I'll stay in the car."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Brother, Prosecutor, sir, old man, great-grandfather."

"Mun Haewon."
Before he could say more, Haewon's lips crashed into Woojin's. The intensity of the kiss pushed Woojin back against the door. Eagerly kissing, Haewon's hand reached for Woojin's groin. He grasped the flesh mound and groped indiscriminately before Woojin could pull away.
Woojin forcibly detached his lips and breathed heavily. Haewon looked down at his own lower half, then looked up at Woojin's face. His member was clearly bulging to the left under his pants.

"Have a good trip."
"..."