Swallow Hunting

“.......”

“Get up.”

Haejun sprang to his feet. He snapped into attention. Since he’d gone straight into the army right after graduating high school, his arms were glued to his sides and his legs were locked straight, muscle memory kicking in on its own.

“Take your clothes off.”

“......My clothes?”

Caught completely off guard, Haejun stared at Lee Kangjoo with a blank, stupid look. Kangjoo didn’t repeat himself. Looking thoroughly annoyed, he just flicked his fingers downward through the air, like scrolling a screen.

After hesitating, Haejun started undoing his shirt buttons. He’d done this countless times in front of customers. Sure, the only times he’d ever stripped in front of a man were at public bathhouses or in the army showers, but still. It wasn’t like he was some blushing newlywed trembling on his wedding night.

And yet—his hands shook worse than the day he lost his virginity. His lips dried out, his tongue flicking out like a clam’s siphon, desperately wetting his cracked skin. He finally got the shirt open and pulled it off, only to be told to take off his pants too. He undid his belt and stepped out of his slacks.

By the time he came to his senses, he was down to just his underwear. Lee Kangjoo gestured again. Take off the last layer too. Haejun’s ears burned red.

If he tells you to strip, you strip. No choice. This is a bathhouse changing room, he told himself. The man sitting in front of you isn’t Lee Kangjoo, it’s just some old guy from the neighborhood. Lying to himself like that, he started peeling off his underwear. He hesitated right at the point where his cock was about to show, then flinched at the sound of a yawn and hurriedly yanked it all the way off.

“.......”

Completely naked. Haejun brought both hands together in front of him, shyly covering his cock and balls. It felt like being dragged back to boyhood, when even showing his belly button made him want to die of embarrassment. If there’d been a mouse hole nearby, he would’ve kicked the mouse out and crawled in himself.

Lee Kangjoo leaned back against the sofa and looked him over. His gaze was cold, like he was inspecting merchandise. His eyes traveled slowly downward, from Haejun’s forehead, past his lowered lashes and tightly bitten lower lip, down to the flushed nape of his neck.

He had a smooth, clean-lined body. Straight collarbones, long, slim limbs. He was a man, at least technically—faint veins ran like thin branches across the backs of his hands. But his flat chest was plain, and his nipples and areolae were an unusual pink.

“Your hands.”

At Kangjoo’s comment, Haejun flushed bright red and dropped his hands. The cock revealed beneath them was the same color as his nipples. Pale cherry blossom pink, shaft and head alike. His balls too. Completely hairless, and untouched-looking in color as well—it gave off a strange impression.

Lee Kangjoo crooked a finger. Like a dog on a leash, Haejun stepped closer. Close enough their knees might touch. Kangjoo reached out, and Haejun squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away. The reflex of someone who’d been hit too many times.

But Kangjoo didn’t grab his hair. He didn’t slap him.

He just flicked the tip of Haejun’s protruding nipple.

“......Hik!”

Haejun recoiled with a strangled sound, shrinking in on himself. His eyes reddened, his mouth fell open, like he’d just been assaulted out of nowhere. Judging by his reaction, he looked like some untouched virgin who’d never slept with anyone.

“Why, why there—”

“Before I use something, I need to check if it has any defects.”

“There aren’t any.”

Whether Haejun bristled at the word defect or not, Kangjoo casually grabbed his crotch. He glanced sideways at Haejun, who flailed uselessly.

“Do I need to tie you up?”

He said it flatly, like a simple preview of what would happen if Haejun resisted again. Haejun clamped his mouth shut and moved both hands behind his back, clasping them there.

He wasn’t small. Not at all. And yet his cock and balls fit neatly into Lee Kangjoo’s one hand. Kangjoo kneaded the soft sack, then lifted the shaft with his thumb and index finger, inspecting it. Like he was checking for rot.

Haejun couldn’t keep watching. He closed his eyes.

That was a mistake.

Once he couldn’t see, all sensation rushed straight to his crotch. A big, callused hand wrapped around his shaft and ruthlessly peeled back the skin.

The cock that hadn’t reacted no matter how many times he rubbed against customers in bed suddenly sprang to life, like this was exactly what it had been waiting for. No matter how much he threatened it—don’t you fucking dare, don’t you fucking do this—it acted like a separate personality altogether. The crazy bastard looked like it was about to die of happiness in Lee Kangjoo’s hand.

“C-CEO, hngh...... just a second. Please. Wait.”

“.......”

He opened his eyes to stop him—and their gazes met. The moment they did, the cock trapped in another man’s grip grew even harder. When Haejun hunched his shoulders, Kangjoo finally let go.

“Posture.”

“Yes, sir—”

Without thinking, Haejun snapped his hands back behind him again. The man who’d said he had no interest in putting things in his mouth was having no trouble playing with Haejun’s cock. He yanked it down hard, lifted it again, dug his fingers around the head, then toyed with his balls too, all with the same hand.

“Huhk— ngh, mmph. Hah...... ah......!”

Haejun usually tried to keep quiet in bed. Customers didn’t like the sound of some whore panting and moaning.

But this was different.

Even biting the inside of his cheek and sealing his lips shut, obscene sounds spilled out of his throat. He groaned and struggled to hold it in, but from the moment Kangjoo grabbed him, his toes had been wriggling like an octopus dropped into boiling water. His hands clenched behind his back with the same force you’d use to crush a massage ball.

Blood flooded his cock until it felt like it might burst. He wasn’t a premature ejaculator. But Kangjoo’s rude, rough, utterly indifferent touch—clearly not meant to make him cum, just to see if the thing worked—made a bead of fluid form at the tip. His pale skin darkened into a flushed red, veins rising along the shaft poised on the brink of release.

“Hah— CEO, ah...... ngh......!”

Just a little more and he’d go. His ass clenched, the flesh bunching up into tight curves, dimples forming deep. Sharp pleasure twisted through him, his neat eyebrows knitting together, tears welling up in his eyes. His lips reddened from panting, a flower-like flush blooming across his cheeks.

He was just about to snap his hips forward, like he was being fucked—

And Lee Kangjoo let go without hesitation.

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hand—barely even damp—then leaned back against the sofa.

Haejun jerked, staring at him. Heaven had been right there, and the door had slammed shut in his face. Of course he was confused. His cock stood rigid against his lower belly, his brain screaming at him to get the semen out, now. And yet the man who’d dragged him right to the edge sat back like none of it concerned him.

“What are you doing.”

“Pardon?”

“Finishing is your problem. How far do you expect me to go for you.”

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Haejun dropped his gaze, eyes filling with tears. His cock hung there, a teardrop clinging to the tip, crying pitifully. Desperately waiting for anyone’s touch.

Anyone who’s been pushed away right before climax knows. It’s torture. Real torture. If it would just die on its own, maybe it’d be merciful, but his lower half had no sense at all. At times like this, it never went down.

No matter how much he’d lived like a rag, he’d never masturbated naked in front of someone. There were rumors about customers lining up checks on a table, betting on who could shoot the farthest—but he’d been lucky enough never to meet people like that. He’d been told to suck cock, sure, but never this.

“Are you planning to stay up all night?”

As Haejun hesitated, Lee Kangjoo curled his middle and index fingers into a ring and flicked the twitching cock with a sharp snap. It should’ve hurt. Instead, a shiver shot straight up his spine. The droplet at the tip swelled, then slid down along the ridge of the head. He almost came, but clung to his sanity by sheer will.

Sing the national anthem and kill it, or jerk it fast and get it over with.

His vision swam. He wanted to cum. The urge was like needing to piss—when your bladder’s full, you have to empty it. When semen packs your shaft, you have to get it out somehow.

Instinct won.

Haejun grabbed his cock with his own hand. He stroked the shaft and rubbed the head, but his weaker grip and softer palm felt lacking compared to Kangjoo’s. The precum refused to flow easily. Touching his nipples might’ve sped things up, but there was no way he could bare himself that completely in front of Lee Kangjoo.

It dragged on. Haejun wanted to cry out loud. He even wanted to do something insane—grab Lee Kangjoo’s hand and force it back onto his cock. He clenched the swollen shaft with both hands, stuck hovering just below climax, unable to cum, unable to die.

“Hngh, hh—!”

Head bowed like a punished student, he jerked himself off. When his arm muscles were close to cramping, the feeling finally started to build. By habit, Haejun tilted his chin back—

And met Lee Kangjoo’s eyes head-on.

Kangjoo had his head slightly tilted, watching him with complete indifference. Like he was looking at some ancient porn clip filmed thirty years ago, so dull it didn’t leave even a trace of stimulation behind.