Free Web NovelThe days Lee Kangjoo came by started increasing. Lying sprawled on the bed, gasping for breath, Haejun recalled the conversation he’d had with Yohan.
If nothing else worked, at least put distance between your bodies. Then the heart will drift apart too.
He’d believed that would be possible once he left Kangjoo’s house. After all, he was just a fish in a tank. It wasn’t like he could see Lee Kangjoo whenever he wanted. They only met when Kangjoo decided to. freēwēbnovel.com
Besides, Kangjoo wasn’t the type to look for him that often. It seemed more like he dropped by when he was bored, when desire built up, or when he suddenly remembered he’d stashed Haejun in this officetel.
“What are you thinking about.”
Haejun turned his head. His own body was still trembling, yet Lee Kangjoo looked barely disturbed, like someone who’d just finished a light jog. Only the black hair fallen over his forehead and the faint flush on his cheeks hinted at what they’d just done.
Behind Kangjoo, the curtain was slightly parted. Bright light filtered through the gap.
It was broad daylight.
Startled by the sudden daytime summons, Haejun had rushed home. Kangjoo had arrived earlier. Even though he knew the password, he hadn’t gone in. He’d been waiting outside the door, hands deep in his pockets, leaning against the wall.
‘You could’ve gone inside.’
‘Why would I, when Cha Haejun isn’t there.’
Since Kangjoo was the one who’d given him the place, it shouldn’t have mattered. Worried he might’ve waited in the cold, Haejun had hurried him inside.
That concern had been pointless. The moment he stepped in, Kangjoo devoured Haejun’s lips first. Once they’d crossed that line, there was no hesitation. He stripped Haejun’s clothes off like peeling off a husk, shoved him face-down on the bed, and pressed hard into the ass that had been warmed by the bike seat.
On the floor, standing up, hanging onto him—after rough, relentless rounds, they ended up on the bed. In that short span, Haejun came twice, like wringing out a soaked rag.
“I was just thinking you came early.”
“I had something nearby.”
“Did your work go well?”
Kangjoo nodded. Watching him, Haejun rubbed his eyes.
Maybe some of the semen had gotten into them. Kangjoo looked gentle. His gaze as he looked down, his lips, his overall expression—they seemed soft. Was it the effect of the streak of light falling over him? Or something wrong with Haejun’s eyes? He blinked a few times before looking away.
“Did I interrupt your work?”
“No! Of course you come first, sir. You can call me even at dawn.”
Haejun shot upright, waving both hands. Then he flinched and lowered his head. He tightened his ass, but the semen pooled inside him slowly leaked out anyway.
“Ugh...”
His body shuddered. No matter how many times it happened, it always made his skin crawl.
“Um... next time, could you maybe use a condom?”
He’d prepared them despite the awkwardness, but Kangjoo hadn’t used one even once. That was why he had to deal with moments like this every time.
Not that he’d had many chances to bring it up. And honestly, Haejun hadn’t cared that much. He could clean up afterward himself, and there was no risk of pregnancy.
So it was just a small complaint. Something light enough to toss into the languid after-sex mood.
“Why?”
“No, it’s just... never mind.”
He drew his weakened legs together. Why had he said that? It was embarrassing, but not unbearable. Haejun lowered his gaze and curled inward slightly.
Kangjoo stared at him, then suddenly yanked him closer. Like spanking a misbehaving child, he flipped Haejun over onto his thigh and grabbed a fistful of his ass. When Haejun gasped and tried to lift himself, a sharp smack landed.
“Stay still.”
When he squirmed as if to get down, another slap came. Each time, the flesh of his ass rippled and semen trickled out in small spurts. Even when he tensed and lifted his hips high, it was useless. There was too much pooled inside; even when the hole clenched shut, it kept leaking.
As if soothing tension, Kangjoo kneaded the soft mound of flesh before pressing a long, thick middle finger between his cheeks. He teased the plump rim, making Haejun tense, then suddenly pushed inside.
“...Ugh.”
Haejun squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed the blanket with both hands. Kangjoo’s finger moved around as if searching for a spring where the semen had collected. As big as Kangjoo’s cock was, the amount he spilled was generous too—just one stir of a finger and white streaks flowed out. Cloudy semen dripped down over his round balls and splattered onto the sheets.
“Because of this?”
Haejun’s head dipped low. His ears and the back of his neck were bright red. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
“I’ll take care of it from now on.”
“I—I can do it...”
“If you’re telling me to use a condom because cleaning up is annoying.”
That wasn’t exactly it, but before he could answer, a moan slipped out. Each time the finger stroked along his inner walls, his lower half twitched. Soon his cock began to fill slightly, the tip brushing against Kangjoo’s thigh.
What a mess. Haejun buried his face into the blanket. He wanted to get up, but the fingers weaving inside him stayed right where they were.
“Sir... please, stop.”
“Don’t want to.”
“No, I mean— ...ah!”
The fingers suddenly became three. Enough semen had been pulled out. But ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) the relentless thrusting was a prelude to sex. Haejun twisted his hips and flailed like a grasshopper, but Kangjoo was unmoved. One finger was teasing. Two were smooth. Three or more was too much. With firm fingers repeatedly pushing in, semen swelled up inside his cock.
“Ahh—!”
Climax hit right at the edge. Haejun half-raised his knees. At the same time, thin semen spilled from his half-hard cock. With a sharp gasp, he tensed his entire body, clamping down around Kangjoo’s fingers like he might cut them off.
His thighs trembled before he collapsed back down. Only then did Kangjoo slowly withdraw his hand. From the loosened hole, the remaining semen flowed out.
At this rate, it’d be better to just handle it alone. It was mortifying to come with his ass raised high from just fingers, but it wasn’t like this was the first time. He had to put on a thick skin. Covering his flushed face, Haejun wriggled to escape from Kangjoo’s thigh.
But Kangjoo didn’t let him go. He flipped him onto his back and pushed up the back of his knees. When Haejun looked up, pale with shock, Kangjoo stared down as if blaming him—your fault—and slowly pressed forward. The size, the hardness, the thickness—felt even clearer the slower it came. Haejun pressed his face into the pillow, swallowing his voice.
The small bed, cramped for two, thudded violently, shaking the curtains. The gap widened and even more light poured in, but neither of them thought to close it. They didn’t have the presence of mind. It was a daytime fiercer than night.
* * *
The moment he opened his banking app and saw the balance, Haejun slid from the sofa onto the floor. As expected, pitiful savings.
He’d worked hard on deliveries this month and diligently served Lee Kangjoo, thinking he might finally have some breathing room. But after phone bills, a bit of food money, and private loan interest were withdrawn, only cold wind seemed to pass through his account.
“Fucking interest.”
No matter how hard he ground his bones to work, nothing improved. As he sank into gloom, the doorbell rang, snapping him out of it.
It wasn’t Kangjoo. He’d cautiously asked if he was coming today and received a reply saying he was busy. He’d sulked briefly, then recovered quickly. It wasn’t like today was the only day.
“Who is it.”
“Hyung, it’s Eunjae.”
Though they’d texted like they were close, this was the first time No Eunjae had come over in person. Puzzled, Haejun opened the door. Eunjae scratched his cheek awkwardly. He must’ve just woken up—his hair was messy, eyelids puffy.
“Hyung, sorry, but do you have any bottled water?”
His voice was hoarse and cracked. He kept clearing his throat like he was parched.
“Yeah. Hang on.”
He might be broke, but he wasn’t stingy enough to refuse a bottle of water. He took one from the fridge and handed it over. Eunjae drained it in one go right there, shaking out the last drop onto his tongue before wiping his mouth in relief.
“Ahh, I feel alive. Thanks, hyung.”
“It’s nothing. But why bottled water?”
Haejun glanced at the clock. It was a little past midnight.
“I ran completely out at home. I was going to drink tap water, but when I saw the color of the filter, I lost the will.”
He said the filter was black as dirt and made a face. Then he told him to wait a second and dashed back to his place. Haejun was about to close the door without thinking, but just before it shut, a slippered foot slipped into the gap.
“Hey, hyung. I said wait a second.”
Eunjae grinned shamelessly and waved a can of beer through the crack. It looked freshly taken from the fridge, beads of condensation clinging temptingly. Haejun had almost bought one on his way home earlier but gave up because he was short on cash.
Clearing his throat, Haejun opened the door again. Eunjae slipped inside with a laugh.
“Perfect time for a drink.”
“Is it.”
“Hyung, don’t you remember when we used to work together? This was when things started.”
It hadn’t been that long since he’d quit the bar, yet those memories felt distant. Thinking back, they’d open around this time and run until late dawn. Nodding slowly, Haejun accepted the beer Eunjae handed him.
“Back then, it was fun.”
