Chapter 17 - 2#

Thwack!

Hyejun’s lithe body slammed hard against the long sofa. Every time he tightly closed and opened his eyes, the small sign on the door in front of him that read ‘Prayer Room’ flickered in and out of view.

Barely supporting himself on the sofa with both hands, Hyejun glanced back. Only his belt unbuckled, Dojin clung to him like a predator, thrusting his penis inside him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Hyejun stared up at the lewd sight as if possessed, and the moment their eyes met, he protested strongly.

No matter if this was the only place in the entire building—main or annex—where there were no people.

He couldn’t accept why it had to be the special room where Muslims prayed.

“This place is too ho—ugh!”

Before he could finish his sentence, Dojin ground his blunt glans deep into him and licked his ear as he replied.

“What was that?”

Too holy? Ah!

This time, Dojin yanked his hair back, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“What are you saying? Speak properly.”

“You crazy bastard! You’re doing this on pur—! Ah! Ah!”

“How can you be so unrefined as to cut off the endings of your sentences? Finish your words.” With his hair pulled back and busy moaning, Hyejun’s mouth fell open. Dojin, cupping his jaw as if to support it, shoved his middle and ring fingers into that dark cave and began to stir. His fingers, exploring as if searching for a slick piece of flesh, became drenched in saliva. The squelching sound as they met the sticky mucous membrane was erotic.

Hyejun flinched, finding the posture of leaning back too difficult. Seeing this, Dojin kept his grip on his hair and forced his head down forward again. Suddenly leaning his weight forward, Hyejun stood gripping the sofa in a right angle, taking him in.

The long pillar raked through his secret parts. Passing the small, blunt protrusion of the prostate, it buried itself to the root deep inside. Dojin pulled his hips far back and then thrust in violently. With a thud, Hyejun’s waist trembled violently.

“Ah, ah-hng…”

Just during their last sex at the hotel, Hyejun hadn’t known what position to take when he was being penetrated, but now he shifted his hips on his own, looking for a pleasurable spot. As if he was nearing ejaculation, he let out pained groans and rubbed his insides against Dojin’s length over and over. His body temperature rose, and his white skin flushed red in patches like heat-rash blossoms.

A dangerous light seeped into the eyes of the ‘arsonist’ looking down at him from behind. A possessive desire to further monopolize this body—which already knew no one but him—welled up. Gently wrapping one hand around the nape of Hyejun’s neck, Dojin leaned down until his chest was flush against Hyejun’s back and reached one hand forward.

Grabbing the penis that was twitching in succession, he blocked the urethral opening with his fingertip as if to say ejaculation wasn’t allowed.

Both the one touching and the one being touched had their nerves on edge. When a startled Hyejun tried to look back, Dojin pressed down on the back of his head with his free hand to keep him from moving and whispered in his ear.

“You look like you’re feeling good.”

“Let… let go.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that you should ask politely?” He tapped the back of Hyejun’s calf with his kneecap. Hyejun’s eyelids closed slowly in fear. When he opened them again, perfectly timed, Dojin’s member drove into a pleasurable spot.

“Ah…!”

However, the intensity was frustratingly average. The urethra he was blocking twitched a few times. Hyejun remembered every moment of his encounters with Sa Dojin. He wasn’t the type to thrust as if it were child’s play. Usually, his piston movements were so vulgar they made his lower abdomen ring. He didn’t have the confidence to beg for it to be like that, so he moved his body instead. He lifted and lowered his own hips, hoping for the moment when a more intense spark would fly. But it all came to naught as Dojin suddenly pulled halfway out.

“Ah, no. I hate it.”

In the end, Hyejun reached back and pulled Dojin’s hips, which were encased in high-quality trousers, toward him. But as if in response, this time Dojin withdrew his penis completely. He even took away the fingers that had been tightly blocking the urethra. Hyejun, his cheeks pale, stumbled.

What was this?

When he tilted his head in bewilderment, Dojin rubbed his stiff, rigid pillar as if burying it between the cleft of his buttocks. Knowing the sensation of being wrapped in soft mucous membrane, he repeated the action a few times, but apparently finding it insufficient, he suddenly hoisted Hyejun’s body up and sat him on the sofa.

“How do you want me to do it?”

At this point, even if Hyejun wanted to ignore it, he couldn’t. Dojin was trying to tame him. He was trying to make him say it on purpose. Even though he knew, he couldn’t resist. Even though he guessed that if he held out just a little longer, Sa Dojin would pounce first, he couldn’t wait. His current state was quite literally his limit. Wrapping his legs tightly around Dojin’s waist, Hyejun hugged his neck and spat out desperately while kissing him.

“Thrust… harder, ha-ugh!”

Before the plea could even finish, Dojin couldn’t hold back and pierced right through him. At the moment of union, both their bodies convulsed simultaneously. Dojin, who pressed down by appropriately shifting his weight, seemed like a man who had steadily practiced how to keep a hostage from escaping. It occurred to Hyejun that he might even know inside and out how to tie a knot tightly, and how to drive a person into a panic.

Gripping Hyejun’s pelvis firmly with one hand, Dojin raked through his insides as if crushing the inner walls with a club.

As he moved in and out, the sound of their hard hip bones colliding was graphic. Because he went in so deep, Hyejun’s lower belly throbbed. He felt a pain as if his stomach were tearing. The paradox of this act was that the most thrilling pleasure came at the very moment his glans slammed into that distant space that felt like it shouldn’t be entered. He couldn’t stop.

Hyejun realized his already-at-limit penis was rubbing against Dojin’s shirt and shook his head.

“Chief… Sa Dojin… a-ah, no.”

“What do you mean, ’no’?”

“I think I’m going to come on your clothes… I’d rather… the fabric sofa… the laundry…”

“You think some Muslim bastard is going to lick it? It’s mine. Come on me.”

“Who would lick… gasp!”

“If you spill even a single drop anywhere but on me, I’m starting over from the beginning, so think carefully.” The stimulation inside continued relentlessly. A stinging sensation, as if alcohol had been poured inside, persisted. It hurt, it tingled, and it felt so good he thought he’d lose his mind. Perhaps it was the same for Dojin, as his piston movements slowed down. Hyejun sensed that both he and Dojin had reached their peak. Worried that he would truly ejaculate on those expensive clothes, he moved his body side to side, trying to escape.

But of all things, he chose the wrong direction, and the stand to his right fell over with a loud crash! Dojin caught Hyejun’s body just as it was about to collapse that way and pulled him into his embrace. As the reciprocating motion increased in speed, words disappeared between them. Only the low-class sounds of panting like mating animals and the wet squelching of the penis moving in and out remained.

“I’m going to leave marks on your neck now. If you can’t stand it, grab my arm. Do you understand?”

As if he could understand.

If marks appeared where they could be seen, it would cause misunderstandings among the team members.

“No, don’t do it where it’s visible…”

The moment Hyejun tried to protest not just with words but with his eyes—Dojin, who had been moving his hips with almost vulgar intensity, reached out with both hands and wrapped them very preciously around his long neck. Hyejun, who was about to refuse immediately, bit his lip because that face, looking so crazed for him, was so unfamiliar and thrilling.

Taking this signal correctly, Dojin strangled him.

“Ugh… kh…”

His long neck was caught in Dojin’s grip. Breath becoming difficult, Hyejun let out a groan. Even that short breath couldn’t escape his throat. Tension rose tightly along his spine. His pale face turned red like fruit that someone had fermented on purpose. As if that alone wasn’t enough to kill him, Dojin’s relentless upward thrusts made his vision grow dizzy.

“Does it feel good?”

At his question, Hyejun barely shook his head. To be honest, he didn’t feel much from this particular action. It was just full of unfamiliar sensations and fear. However, because it felt like an animalistic behavior of leaving a mark that said ’this is mine,’ he didn’t want to make him stop.

“Chief, kh, Chief, huff, do you… like this?”

“It’s not bad, seeing you cling only to me as if your life depends on it. Doesn’t look like you’ll be able to run away.”

“Ugh, huff.”

“Your gaze is too loose.”

“Where am I… huff… ugh!”

Hyejun’s senses were heightened by Dojin, who was breathing heavily after seeing Hyejun completely under his control. Surprisingly, he was pushed to the brink of ejaculation while being strangled. As if noticing this, the strength in Dojin’s hands, which hadn’t completely cut off his airway, began to increase.

The muscles in both legs wrapped around Dojin’s solid waist contracted involuntarily. Finally, in distress, Hyejun grabbed Dojin’s veiny forearm.

At that moment, Dojin jerked his hands away and slammed his member in to the root, as if to shove his scrotum in as well.

“Ah-hng! Hah!”

Hyejun, his breathing finally free, felt a sense of relief the moment Dojin pierced deep inside and ejaculated. Sticky semen splashed over Dojin’s clean dress shirt and suit pants. Hyejun, completely exhausted and limp, lifted his head to look at him. His gaze met Dojin’s, who had been watching him the whole time. Without anyone needing to start, they kissed, tangling their tongues together in a messy mess of flesh.

Sometime during that, Dojin also seemed to be nearing ejaculation. He sucked on Hyejun’s lips and tongue as if he were going to devour them. Not satisfied with that, he made Hyejun wrap his two legs—which were hanging like laundry—firmly around his waist again and then lifted his body up.

The advantage and disadvantage of the lifting position was that the weight caused the penis to be buried at its deepest, even without intending it. As he increased his speed, his member raked messily through the inside. With his dobok top slipped down to his chest and his head thrown back, Hyejun grabbed Dojin’s neck with one hand and braced himself against the sofa with the other, fainting over and over. His highly sensitive penis rubbed against Dojin’s abdomen again, and he was anxious that he might get hard again soon.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Dojin, frantically licking Hyejun’s entire face, had already lost his mind. The power in his hips, thrusting upwards, was wickedly greedy. His hard lower body collided between Hyejun’s buttocks multiple times. Finally, the semen that had spurted through his urethra began to accumulate densely within the narrow, dark interior.

“Haah, fhu…”

Dojin swallowed a pained sigh, his brow furrowed. Thud. Resting his forehead on Hyejun’s shoulder for a moment, he kissed the red handprints left on the neckline with satisfaction before slowly pulling his upper body away.

Giving him pecking kisses on his face wet with sweat and tears, they switched positions. As Dojin sat on the back of the sofa while still holding the slender body firmly in his arms, Hyejun grabbed his collar as if he’d made up his mind. Dojin, his collar gripped, turned his face back and shamelessly demanded an explanation.

“What are you doing now?”

“You’re asking because you don’t know? What am I supposed to do if you leave something like this in this season? I told you not where it’s visible.”

Even without looking in a mirror, he could guess that handprints would remain on the stinging spot. Hyejun tilted his head to the side and thrust the spot in front of Dojin’s eyes as if to say ’look at this.’ After staring quietly at the reddened area, Dojin asked back meaningfully.

“Does that mean it’s okay where it’s not visible?”

“O……”

“Do you hate it?”

The problem was that he didn’t hate it.

“That… no.”

“I see. I’ll keep that in mind next time. Here, or here.”

His fingers, which had slipped between Hyejun’s crotch, toyed with the inside and outside of his thighs. Sa Dojin was already planning for the next time. He was taming him without even having any intention of taking responsibility. When the time came, he would meet a woman of equal status and conduct business through marriage as if nothing had ever happened with Nam Hyejun, yet he was giving him this unnecessary hope.

Because he kept wanting to lean on that, he didn’t have the courage to face him further. Instead of a verbal answer, Hyejun hesitated and then threw his arms around Dojin’s neck. Gripping the soft hair at the back of Dojin’s head, he tried his best to accept this situation without burden.

As this arrogant man had once said. Lightly.

It wasn’t easy.

As if responding to the warmth, Dojin stroked his back, and Hyejun belatedly enjoyed the afterglow of ejaculation before slowly lifting his head. Then, he spotted the same English nameplate as before and bit his lower lip.

Damn it, I can see it again.

He wasn’t particularly religious, but doing this in a holy space made him feel like he was committing a sin.

Strangely, when he hit a crisis, he kept seeking Dojin out. Desperately hugging his neck, Hyejun took Dojin’s earlobe into his mouth and licked it, just as the man occasionally did to him. Then, suddenly wondering what he was doing, he paused. Dojin didn’t seem to mind, letting out a wet breath as he leisurely thrust his hips. As if saying a final goodbye with the penis that was still half-buried inside, he wiggled, using the glans to smear the slippery semen against the mucous membrane.

Pulling his upper body back and brushing Hyejun’s hair aside, he warned in a low voice.

“From now on, don’t wear your dobok without my permission.”

That it wasn’t just words was clearly transmitted through his firm actions.

Flicking the nipple through the gap in the open top with his fingertip, he met Hyejun’s eyes as if to get a confirmation.

Under the weight of such a fiercely colored gaze, Hyejun found himself not wanting to wear something like a dobok without Sa Dojin’s permission. Letting out a laugh as if mocking himself, Hyejun cupped Dojin’s face with both hands. Was it okay to kiss since he’d ejaculated? Since he was still inside him, wouldn’t it be fine? While he was struggling with the thought and looking into Dojin’s pupils, their bodies rubbed together, and a whitish glob of fluid dripped from Dojin’s clothes onto the floor.

The gaze of the two men followed the semen as it fell to the floor, and then they looked back at each other.

A satisfied look appeared on Dojin’s face.

“I told you, if you spill, we’re starting over from the beginning.”

Hyejun tried shaking his head, but of course, he was rejected.

Plump. His lower body convulsed as he shoved back in to the root of the tight interior in one go.

“Wait, Chief, just a, ah!”

Feeling the scrotum touch his buttocks, Hyejun hugged Dojin’s neck even tighter.

Soon, Dojin bit his moist lips as if to swallow him whole and began his violent hip movements once again.