Into The Thrill

After returning to the hotel with Seo Ok-hwa, Haewon saw her requesting a massage service and decided to order one as well.
His shoulders and arms, tense from performing, were sore, and he was planning to receive a full-body massage in the room.
Woojin looked down at Haewon, disheveled, without saying a word. When the chime rang again, he finally tucked his rumpled shirt back into his pants and straightened his appearance as he stood up.

When he opened the door, just as Haewon had said, a massage therapist in a white uniform was standing there.
"Sorry, something came up—we’ll have to cancel. How much is it?"
Woojin paid more than the cancellation fee and sent the therapist away, then closed the door and turned around. Haewon, who had half-straightened his clothes and sat up, stared at him blankly and asked,

"What’s going on?"
"You said you don’t like people touching you."
"I can’t even get a massage?"

"Don’t. I don’t like anyone touching you."
He pulled off his tie and approached. As Woojin came close, seemingly to lay him back down on the bed, Haewon pushed against his chest.
He tugged Woojin to the side, trying to get him to sit and calm down. Woojin tossed his loosened tie onto the bed, then unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and sat down beside Haewon.
His hands moved hastily, trying to quickly shed the clothes still clinging to his body.

"I asked what’s going on. You showed up without a call."
"Since when were we the kind of people who needed to call ahead and make an appointment to see each other?"
"How did you know I was here?"

"Does it matter?"
Even when Haewon constantly changed the door code to his officetel, Woojin always figured it out and let himself in. He even knew when Choi-sunbae had visited Haewon’s place.
And that wasn’t all. Haewon had witnessed Woojin abuse his authority so many times that he didn’t even feel particularly surprised at his uncanny ability to appear wherever he pleased.

Finding out where Haewon was staying would’ve been even easier than getting the door code.
Technically, two people usually shared a room, and Haewon had originally been assigned to room with a member of the quartet from the lower floor—but he had used the "Seo Ok-hwa card" to upgrade his room.
The concertmaster had quietly asked him not to mention it to anyone, as other orchestra members might get upset if they found out he had a room to himself.

Except for the concertmaster and the cellist who had been supposed to share his room, no one knew which floor or room number Haewon was staying in.
It wasn’t information Woojin could’ve gotten from hotel staff either. If he’d asked, they probably would’ve given him the wrong room number on purpose.
Haewon stared at Woojin.

That sharp, direct gaze pierced him, as if it had blocked out every miscellaneous thought in the world.
There were so many things he had wanted to say. So many questions he wanted to ask.
But facing Woojin like this made his mind go blank, like everything had been vaporized—he couldn’t think of a single thing, couldn’t say a word.

He just wanted to press his lips to Woojin’s, quickly—faster, even one second sooner.
Haewon grabbed his shirt and pulled him in.
He crushed their lips together, eyes tightly shut.
They had been together so many times, had spent countless nights intertwined—but his heart had never burned like this before.

"Haa… Did you miss me?"
"I missed you—haa—I missed you so much I chased after you like a madman."
It was an uncharacteristic response. Woojin placed a hand beneath Haewon’s knees and spread them wider as he slammed his hips downward. His cock, already deep inside, drove in sharply. Haewon’s chest jolted up, and his chin tilted back. Woojin lowered his face to rub his burning lips along Haewon’s exposed neck and collarbones.

"Ahh, it’s too deep… too… wait, wait, pull out for a second."
"Too deep? Want me to go even deeper?"
"Hngh! Hyung, I’m serious—it’s too deep. Ah, aah…!"

When Woojin drew back slightly and then thrust hard, his cock drove in to a place where it couldn’t go any further. Haewon’s whole body trembled. His breath caught, and the heat rising like a shimmer of haze made his body feel like it was melting.
"Haa, does it feel good?"
Woojin asked. Haewon looked up at him. His legs ached from being pinned down under him for so long. Usually, if Haewon looked like he was struggling, Woojin would change positions or take him from behind—but staying like this, staring directly at each other for so long during sex, was almost a first.

When Haewon tried to wrap his arms around Woojin’s neck, wanting to feel him more deeply, Woojin would straighten his back and pull away, only to resume gazing down at Haewon’s face like he was watching it gradually succumb to him, become wholly his.
The pleasure tingling from the surface of his skin was purely sexual—but Woojin’s purpose lay elsewhere.
He wasn’t doing this to satisfy lust. He was doing this because he missed Haewon. Even Woojin himself seemed confused by that realization.

The sight of Haewon with his legs spread, moaning as he took Woojin deep inside—he was unbearably, crazily lovely.
Even while looking at him, Woojin still missed him. The thirst in his throat burned like fire as he watched Haewon’s face twist with pleasure and pain.
"Feels good, Haewon? Hm?"

"Uh… yeah, it feels good. So good I’m going crazy."
It wasn’t the kind of breathless panting that came at the edge of climax, but rather the maddening tension of being held just beneath it—Woojin’s calculated, sharp rhythm neither pushing Haewon over the edge nor letting him fall back down. Beneath Woojin’s body, Haewon was experiencing what it truly meant to go insane.
It was driving him mad. He felt like his mind was about to snap.

"Faster, please? Faster… Hyung, go faster."
"You only come when I tell you to. Haa, Haewon. Say my name."
"Woojin-hyung… hyung… ah, Woojin… ahh."
Sweat-drenched fingertips kept slipping, but Haewon clung tightly to Woojin’s shoulders. Every time Woojin thrust in, Haewon’s fingers clenched in desperation. When he pulled out, the grip loosened, only to tighten again—over and over.

Haewon nodded uncontrollably. Woojin brushed back his hair and held his cheek, fixing his face forward. His thumb slipped between Haewon’s lips and pushed inside. Haewon stuck out his tongue, wrapped his lips around it, and sucked.
Woojin’s hips jerked. Holding ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) the same position for so long had made Haewon’s thighs tremble intermittently. Still, Woojin didn’t change positions.
He braced himself on both sides of the bed and raised his torso, then began pounding faster and harder. Slap, slap—the sound of wet flesh colliding echoed each time he drove in deep, and Haewon’s moans grew louder.

Haewon pressed his lower belly tightly to Woojin’s and rubbed, grinding his own aroused cock. Thick, viscous fluid leaked out, sticking between Woojin’s stomach and Haewon’s lower body.
That suffocating motion drove Woojin to the edge of delirium. Saliva dripped from Haewon’s parted lips, making them glisten. Woojin leaned down and licked the red-hot lips. His back rippled sensually.
Haewon’s hands gripped his shoulders, then slid down to his waist. The sweat-slicked spine burned like the surface of heated iron.

"Haa… Haewon…"
"I want to come… I… Hyung, I want to come."
"Not yet. Feels good, doesn’t it? Being like this with me—haa—it feels good, right?"

"It feels good, it feels so good… too good. Hngh…"
A distorted expression spread across Haewon’s face—neither bliss nor pain. His eyes twisted along with it, and the tears that had pooled at the corners spilled down past his ears.
Woojin licked up even those tears.

He devoured everything that came from Haewon’s body.
The fiery pleasure beneath his waist was pooling at the brink without tipping over into release. He had long since lost track of how long they’d been like this.
"Do you… do you love me? Hnngh… Tell me. Haewon. Tell me you love me."

At Woojin’s question, Haewon, as if out of his mind, nodded and shook his head all at once, frantic on his own. Then he started clawing at Woojin’s back with his nails.
He scraped his flesh with his fingernails. Haewon wrapped his arms tightly around Woojin’s slowly moving waist and rubbed himself against him from below. His panting breaths grew sharper and more disordered.
"Do you love me?"

"I do… hngh, I do, hyung, I love you, I love you…"
"Haah, fuck… Say more. Keep saying it. Tell me again and again that you love me… haah, keep saying it."
Muttering curses under his breath, Woojin bit his lower lip. He lowered the hand that had been supporting his weight and buried his face in Haewon’s neck. He bit and sucked the pink-glowing earlobe and nape. His movements grew fiercer, and Haewon’s moans burst out sharply.

"Ahh, ah, aaah! Ngh… ngh! Hyung, let me come. Let me come, I want to. I… ahh!"
Haewon clung to his neck as if dying, sobbing as he begged. Because Woojin wouldn’t let him climax, he cried until his voice went hoarse, pleading.
And at some point, Haewon’s cries had turned into a confession of love, just like Woojin demanded.

"What do you want me to do? Huh? Haewon, tell me—how do you want it?"
"Fuck me. Harder. More… more, faster."
Haewon, gasping as if he might stop breathing, rubbed his wet cheek against Woojin’s and whispered.

"It feels like my hole is tearing… hngh, but I still want you to fuck me harder?"
"Yeah… yeah… hurt me. Make it hurt more. Ngh."
Woojin bit down on Haewon’s lips. His breath came ragged through the parted lips. Suddenly, Haewon’s lower body twitched and trembled as if in a spasm. His flushed face showed he was climaxing. The tension in his thighs gave out, and both legs went limp. Haewon looked up at Woojin with dazed, teary eyes.

"Ahh… uh… mmh."
"I told you to come only when I say so. You couldn’t even hold out… haah."
"Haa, haa…"

"Fuck, Moon Haewon, why is your body so fucking filthy. Huh? What am I supposed to do with you?"
"Do more…"
Clinging to him with murky, unfocused eyes that begged for more, Haewon made Woojin want to kill him for a moment. He wanted to strangle him.

Still buried deep inside Haewon, Woojin reached for his neck. Haewon didn’t understand what was happening—he just stared up at him, soaked in dazed confusion.
Woojin lifted him. The city nightscape spread out beyond the hotel window. Carrying Haewon, limp in his arms, he brought him to the window.
He sat on the bed and placed Haewon on his lap, facing the window.

Their forms reflected vividly in the dark glass.
"Ngh…"
Woojin spread Haewon’s legs wide and thrust his wet, erect cock into that hole. Haewon’s back curled inwards.

Woojin rested his chin on Haewon’s shoulder and looked out the window with him. Haewon turned his face away, unable to bear looking.
What Woojin should’ve filmed in that bunker wasn’t that—it was this. What he should’ve recorded was Haewon, being consumed by him. Regret surged violently. Reflected in the black window, their image was so provocative, so devastatingly ecstatic, it felt like it wouldn’t matter if they died right then and there.
Woojin realized for the first time how overwhelming it was to possess someone, to devour someone.

He, the one devouring Haewon, grabbed his cheek and turned his face, crashing their lips together.
"Mmgh, ngh… mm! Ngh!"
Grabbing both of Haewon’s knees and spreading his legs wide, his pelvis opened as Haewon moaned in pain. Woojin raised his hands and crushed both of Haewon’s nipples at once with his thumbs. The pressure increased, and the area below quivered violently.

"Haa, ah! Don’t! It hurts, ah!"
When his nipples were bitten, Haewon thrashed his head like he was losing his mind. He couldn’t hold it in and came again, flailing his limbs. An embarrassingly thin stream of cum spurted out, splurt, splurt.
Woojin pried open Haewon’s tightening thighs again. He draped Haewon’s legs over his own, forcing the angle wider. Haewon, sobbing with hiccups, arched his back like he couldn’t breathe.

"You came again? Haah, I told you to come only when I said so. Huh? Haewon."
"Ugh… hyung, stop. Please, I don’t want this. I can’t. I can’t anymore. Stop, stop, stop!"
"But you have to let me come too, don’t you? Huh? In our Haewon’s hole… haah, let hyung cum too."

"Ahh! Ah!"
Woojin drove his hips upward, thrusting even deeper into Haewon’s lower body. Like he’d taken a stimulant, Haewon’s entire body trembled uncontrollably.
His sweat-soaked hands moved frantically to push Woojin’s hands away from his chest, but it was no use. Every time his nipples were touched, the muscles around Haewon’s groin contracted like his hole was clenching. Woojin knew just how much that stimulated Haewon. His cock twitched pitifully, still fully erect.

Woojin stared blankly at Haewon, who reflected in the window, completely soaked and turned into his.
He wanted to devour Haewon. To make him completely his, but there was no other way. As if to obliterate Haewon’s consciousness, Woojin rolled his hips again. Haewon jerked, goosebumps rising, grabbing tightly at the arms holding his chest. His toes spread out like fans, curling and stretching over and over. His fingers clutched Woojin’s forearms so hard his nails turned white.
Woojin let out a rough groan, watching Haewon. Haewon had completely forgotten the obscene reflection of himself being ravaged in the glass, panting like he was about to die.

Woojin stood and lowered the hand that had been toying with Haewon’s stiff nipples. He slowly gripped Haewon’s cock. Haewon’s body tensed up all at once.
"Don’t, don’t! I don’t like that, stop! I can’t, no!"
"Haah, let hyung make you come. I want to cum inside you too."

As Haewon shook his head, tears spilled down his cheeks. Woojin gripped his cock tightly and began stroking it. At the same time, he thrust up from below, stimulating him inside. Haewon’s mind gave out, and he came in a shuddering climax, releasing an uncontrollable burst of hot fluid.
Woojin stared fixedly as Haewon spilled so much he could’ve soaked the window reflecting them. His own face twisted in a haze as he came as well, filling Haewon’s insides completely.
"Haa, haa, haa!"

He exhaled all the breath he’d been holding. Haewon, still leaking small spurts of clear fluid like urine every time Woojin wrung him, sobbed so hard his nose clogged as he collapsed against Woojin’s chest, utterly spent.
"Uhh… ngh…"
"I love you, Moon Haewon."

Woojin whispered low into Haewon’s ear, his voice pressed down.
They’d done it many times—sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn’t—but never had Haewon’s mind been so thoroughly broken like this.
Haewon stared at Woojin with eyes that seemed to have lost himself. Maybe someone far away, if they had seen it, could have recognized it. In that state, straddling Woojin with his legs wide open, he had reached the furthest limits of human sensation. Tonight’s sex had taught Haewon what it truly meant for the whole body to melt down.

Woojin laid Haewon, completely drained, onto the bed, soaked a towel in water, and carefully wiped down his body. Then he lay beside him, bringing Haewon’s dazed gaze—aimlessly fixed elsewhere—back to him.
He lowered his head and kissed Haewon’s lips, closing his own eyes. Sliding in his tongue, he began sucking Haewon again, as if it were the first time.