Swallow Hunting

Lee Kangjoo’s place wasn’t that far from where Haejun used to live. It was a complex he’d delivered to once before. Back then, he’d handed the food over in the lobby and left, so he hadn’t known what the inside looked like.

Standing in the living room, Haejun slowly looked around the place. It was spacious for someone living alone, with several rooms—spacious enough that someone could be secretly living there and you’d never notice.

The house was so perfectly styled it looked drawn by hand, spotless without a speck of dust, and admiration slipped out of him without thinking. There was just one thing missing: it didn’t smell like anyone lived there. There were no laundry racks, no exercise equipment—nothing chosen for practicality over design. The sofa, the table, the dining set all looked like they’d been lifted straight out of a model house.

“Pick any room you like.”

“Thank you. I’ll bring the rest of my stuff tomorrow.”

“Do that. I’ll leave the key on the dining table, so remember.”

It didn’t feel real that he was actually allowed to stay here. Haejun pinched the back of his hand when Lee Kangjoo wasn’t looking and asked casually, ƒгeewёbnovel.com

“So... how long should I stay?”

“Until the neighbor situation is dealt with.”

The word “dealt with” snagged a little at him, but Haejun figured Lee Kangjoo would handle it somehow and relaxed. In any case, it was better than Yohan’s place. His heart would probably settle on its own with time.

Haejun replied with a bright yes and chose the small room near the entrance. It was simple—just a desk, a bed, and a built-in closet. Smaller than the others, but it had a tiny bathroom attached. Perfect for a temporary stay.

After unpacking, Haejun went back out to the living room. Lee Kangjoo seemed to have gone into his own room. At Yohan’s place or his old one, there’d always been some level of background noise, which made things comfortable—but here, it was so quiet it felt like even breathing got swallowed up.

At Yohan’s place, he’d have turned on the radio or TV without a second thought. But this was Lee Kangjoo’s house, and even that made him hesitate. After some deliberation, Haejun turned on the TV and lowered the volume as much as possible. Just that was enough to ease the tightness in his chest.

Haejun didn’t like silence. He’d lived with it for far too long as a kid.

What he needed wasn’t the sound of howling wind, rattling doors, insects crawling on the floor, or rats running across the ceiling—he needed human voices. Music was fine too. Anything that made him feel like someone else was nearby. Only then could he escape that bone-chilling sensation.

That was why the sound of footsteps alone made him happy. Haejun turned around with a wide grin. Lee Kangjoo, apparently just out of the shower, was roughly toweling off his wet hair.

He was dressed simply. Seeing him in casual clothes after always seeing him in a suit naturally drew Haejun’s gaze.

“You’re going to burn a hole staring like that.”

Maybe he’d been too obvious. His ears heated up and he quickly turned his head back to the TV.

“You showered?”

“I showered at home, but... should I shower again?”

“Whatever’s comfortable.”

“I’ll go shower quickly, then.”

Haejun jumped up like he was fleeing. He went into the bathroom attached to his room and scrubbed himself thoroughly. He knew Lee Kangjoo would be waiting, so he should hurry—but standing under the hot stream made his mind go fuzzy, and he just wanted to crawl into bed and pass out.

Even when there was nowhere left to wash, he stood there blankly letting the water hit him.

That was when the doorknob turned and the door opened. Through the shower booth with water running down and the hazy steam, Lee Kangjoo’s figure loomed.

Before Haejun could get out, Lee Kangjoo opened the shower booth and stepped in. Since the water was still running, his entire body was instantly soaked. He swept his hair back out of his eyes, revealing his face clearly. His brows were creased with irritation.

“Do you always take this long to shower?”

“No. I’m usually quick... it’s just, the water was warm.”

Haejun hesitated as he made excuses. Every time he spoke, water slid over his lips and into his mouth. He reached back blindly to turn the faucet down—but his wet hand slipped. The temperature shifted, turning a bit more lukewarm.

“I’ll finish outside—ngh.”

Lee Kangjoo spun him around. He grabbed the soft flesh of Haejun’s ass, kneading it before smacking it hard, like cracking a wet whip. Haejun’s yelp, half whine and half scream, echoed inside the narrow booth. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

“I’ve waited long enough.”

A thick middle finger teased at the tightly clenched hole before pushing inside. The stream of water running down between his cheeks soaked the back of Lee Kangjoo’s hand and fingers. Haejun bit his lower lip and leaned his head against the wall. His inner flesh tightened around the finger, his ass twitching.

Without any patience left, Lee Kangjoo pulled his finger out. The tip of his cock brushed the slackened entrance. The blunt head pried the narrow hole open and pushed inside. Just the head going in was enough—the not-quite-loosened walls clamped down hard from all sides.

“Hoo....”

The low groan above him made Haejun’s thighs draw together, muscles standing out sharply. His nails dug into the wet wall on their own. His stomach tensed and relaxed, moving on its own.

Catching a brief opening, Lee Kangjoo grabbed Haejun’s hips tightly and thrust forward. His cock, drenched by the water outside, tore into Haejun’s insides, driving deeper.

“Hik—!”

Haejun’s eyes flew open as he instinctively pressed himself flat against the wall, trying to escape. His ass, caught in Lee Kangjoo’s hands, was dragged back helplessly.

“......Huhk.......”

The thick, long mass disappeared entirely into Haejun’s body, leaving only the root outside. Haejun’s body trembled violently. After the heavy, bell-like pain rang through him, a sharp pleasure followed, and his softened cock lifted again. When he glanced down, his cock—flushed a strawberry-milk pink—was twitching at the urethra, spurting water like a small fish blowing bubbles.

Pushing aside the clinging flesh, the head reached deep, pressing against a hidden inner wall. When Lee Kangjoo pushed up firmly, Haejun shrieked. His heels lifted and his body rose, but Lee Kangjoo held his waist and dragged him back down. Haejun sucked in a sharp breath.

The veined shaft’s head pressed down on a spot that made sounds slip out just from being touched, ramming against the blocked wall as if it might break through. Pulling back, crashing forward, slipping out only to drive straight back in—each time, choking, broken sounds spilled from Haejun’s mouth.

Tears pooled in his eyes. His lips hung open uselessly. Drool washed away in the pouring water. His butt, scraped raw by coarse hair, turned red, and the deeper Lee Kangjoo pushed, the more the outline of his cock bulged against Haejun’s smooth lower belly.

“Ah—!”

Haejun’s legs wobbled. Clicking his tongue, Lee Kangjoo pinned him harder against the wall. Crushed flat between the wall and Lee Kangjoo’s body, Haejun’s eyes slowly lost focus.

His tongue slipped out, and only mindless sounds—huff, huff—came out of his mouth. One foot barely touched the floor on tiptoe, heel raised; the other dangled uselessly in the air.

Only sensation remained. Pain dulled, and pleasure hovering just shy of climax swallowed him whole. He felt like nothing more than a hole—a cock sleeve—existing only to take Lee Kangjoo inside and convulse in pleasure.

Lee Kangjoo gripped Haejun’s hips, muscles in his thighs and ass standing out viciously as he slammed his cock in. The root that had wandered outside finally pushed all the way in. The head that had battered the inner wall was shoved by the root, forcing through the narrow space and claiming it completely.

“......Hhngh......!”

Haejun’s head snapped back. He drew his thighs together and shook like an aspen leaf. Semen shot from his cock toward his navel, splattering against the wall. It spurted twice, then dribbled out clear, weakly, like piss.

Lee Kangjoo dropped his forehead against the back of Haejun’s neck. Inside, slick flesh squelched around him, sucking at the head—not a mouth, yet wrapping it like a tongue, smacking and pulling. The overworked flesh clenched around the shaft like it meant to squeeze oil out of him.

Lee Kangjoo tightened his grip until Haejun’s waist indented under his fingers. Veins bulged at his temples, his jaw clenched hard enough to carve grooves.

His cock, swollen to bursting, blasted out the semen packed deep inside. Wrapping an arm around Haejun’s sagging waist, Lee Kangjoo hauled him upright and thrust a few more times, wringing every last drop into him.

When Lee Kangjoo released him, Haejun collapsed ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) to the floor with a wet thud. Head against the wall, his whole body shuddered as he gasped for breath. When his ass twitched against the floor, pale streaks of semen mixed into the water pooled there like thin snakes.

“.......”

Lee Kangjoo looked down crookedly at the shivering Haejun. It wasn’t cold water, yet he was trembling. He wasn’t done yet. Not the kind of man to show mercy just because someone looked tired, Lee Kangjoo grabbed the crook of Haejun’s arm and hauled him up. His limp body followed weakly, eyes lifted to Lee Kangjoo with a hint of fear.

That look stoked hunger.

Hoisting the unsteady body over his shoulder like baggage, Lee Kangjoo carried him out of the bathroom. The thirst that hadn’t been quenched yet screamed for Cha Haejun to be torn into, loud and insistent.