Into The Thrill-Chapter 12.8

"Don't put it in. Haa, just do it. I like this."

"...But I want to put it in."

"Don't. Just keep doing it. Just... ah."

Haewon adjusted his position beneath Woojin, moving his hips to lock them together more tightly. The surface area of contact increased, and the angle of connection deepened. Woojin's chest, rippling as he rubbed below, heaved as he held his breath.

With his eyes closed, Haewon searched for Woojin's lips. His lips, which had been licking along Woojin's jaw and cheeks, finally found their mark.

Woojin’s mouth, which had been tightly closed, opened, releasing a burst of hot breath. Haewon inhaled it deeply, grabbed the back of his head, and bit his lips.

Heat surged upward. The rise of their bodies and emotions mirrored the sound of an orchestra reaching its climax.

His flushed red tongue traced Woojin’s teeth, stirring inside, darting around like a baby bird urgently begging for food.

Woojin twisted his head. He pressed down hard with his hips, as if penetrating. A mixture of a moan and a sigh burst from Haewon's mouth, devoured by him. Haewon groped and grabbed at Woojin’s shoulder blades, which stood out sharply with every shift in position. His fingers clenched.

They ground and rubbed desperately against each other’s most sensitive places. Woojin’s lower back arched and twitched. Haewon’s heat-filled hands grasped at his tightening buttocks and slick back with urgent need.

This much wasn’t going to be enough to make him come.

Woojin let the strength out of his supporting arms and completely collapsed on top of Haewon. With his body weight pressing down, he reached down with his lower half and grabbed their two erect shafts together.

"Ah! Hyung...!"

"Does it hurt?"

"No, uh... don't rub it so hard. I think I'm gonna come."

Haewon’s flushed cheeks were burning hot. The whisper that he was close to coming flowed into Woojin's ear, sending blood rushing to his lower abdomen.

His hand moved faster. Haewon’s body, which had been gasping and raising in pitch, began trembling in sharp jerks. A choked moan, almost like a sob, spilled from lips brushing Woojin’s ear.

"Hyung, Woojin hyung... ah, ah, old man, wait. It hurts—just a sec, grandpa, hold on."

Overwhelmed by the explosive sensation, Haewon squirmed desperately, trying to stop Woojin’s hand. Woojin frowned. His jaw trembled as he clenched his molars tight.

"Hyung, I... ah, ah...!"

"Kh...!"

Unable to hold back, Woojin grimaced and came. His lower body trembled with the force of release.

The breath he had been holding burst out all at once.

"Haa, haa..."

Woojin slumped on top of Haewon, completely drained. With hazy, clouded eyes barely open, Haewon stared blankly up at the ceiling from under him, limbs twitching intermittently. After a while, as their breathing calmed, the thunderous beat of his heart finally began to settle.

Woojin slowly lifted his torso. Their eyes met. Wet pupils looked up at him. Woojin wrapped an arm around Haewon’s back and pulled him up. Seated on his thighs, Haewon looked down with that endlessly soft gaze, cupping Woojin’s cheek.

"Haa... ah... I came."

"You did."

"It's been a while since we came together, huh?"

Both of Haewon’s cheeks were flushed. Woojin fixed his gaze dazedly on that face. Haewon brushed aside Woojin’s disheveled hair and played with his cheek, pressing their lower bodies tightly together.

"Great-grandpa. I like it."

"...Do you realize how wildly inappropriate that is?"

"Pervert. Does that word turn you on?"

"Don't tease your elders."

"I'm thirty too. Huh? Come to think of it... being thirty... I guess that means I'm an adult now, right?"

Woojin hadn’t realized just how relieved he was that Haewon had turned thirty, that he had safely made it past twenty-nine.

Everything was ideal.

From checking things off the list one by one, to stabilizing his work, and now, just as he had wished, Haewon had safely become thirty.

It almost felt like this was his reward for all that effort.

Haewon, sitting on his thighs, felt like that reward. Even Haewon’s very appearance did.

Not just because he was beautiful. Not merely because his looks appealed to him. It was Haewon’s gaze, his expression, his gestures as he looked at Woojin.

Woojin had always had an unusually strong desire to be acknowledged and an equally strong urge to dominate someone. But the feeling of being loved by Haewon—while satisfying both of those needs—was something on a completely different level.

Haewon wrapped his arms around Woojin’s neck and leaned his cheek on his shoulder.

Their lower bodies, still faintly warmed by lingering contact, rubbed dreamily against each other for a long time.

"Shall we shower together?"

Haewon, limp and drowsy, gave a slight nod.

They got up from where they lay, bodies sticky with sweat, and stepped into the bathroom. Shedding their clothes at the door, Haewon and Woojin stood naked, face to face, under the shower.

Woojin turned the faucet. Warm water poured over their shoulders, slightly overlapping.

Blinking slowly, his eyes heavy with sleep and fatigue, Haewon rubbed his cheek against Woojin’s chest.

Woojin left him be and squeezed some liquid soap onto a shower towel, working it into foam. Starting from the back of Haewon’s neck, which rested against his chest, he slowly ran the towel down along his spine. But something felt lacking.

"A bathtub would’ve been nice."

"...Hm?"

At Woojin’s murmured comment, Haewon lifted his face.

"The bathroom’s too small."

"That’s why we’re so close together like this."

"It’s uncomfortable."

"I’ll make you even more uncomfortable."

Haewon’s hand wrapped around Woojin’s cock. It had gone limp after ejaculation, but with just a few strokes, it quickly stiffened and stood upright again.

Woojin’s hand, thick with soap foam, slid down Haewon’s spine and groped between his buttocks. As Haewon flinched, Woojin grabbed one cheek tightly and pulled him close. Their wet lower bodies collided with a splashing sound.

"Are you saying what we did this morning wasn’t enough?"

"I keep wanting to touch you. Cut it off and give it to me."

"Is it my dick you like, or..."

"Out of twenty-one dicks, yours is the best."

"...Haewon."

"I was wrong."

"Haa..."

Woojin let out a sigh drawn up from deep in his gut and ran a hand through his wet hair. The stream of water from the shower scattered as it struck Haewon’s shoulder.

Still holding Woojin’s cock, Haewon looked up at him cautiously.

"So this is what ‘pissed off’ means."

"You only just figured that out? Are you really pissed?"

"Quite a bit."

Woojin’s face twisted with menace at Haewon’s habit of picking up weird phrases and deploying them with perfect timing.

He knew Haewon was doing it on purpose—to provoke him. And yet, every time, it stunned him how new the rage felt.

Knowing he ranked behind fingers and toes was infuriating enough, but the idea of so many other men having touched Haewon—this face, this body, this Moon Haewon—was unbearable.

More than the uncertainty he couldn’t endure was the way that dirty feeling pushed him to act rashly and impulsively just to shake it off.

He had never acted irrationally before, but when provoked by Haewon, that impulse hit him every time—and it didn’t go away until he did something about it.

He grabbed Haewon’s arm and turned him roughly.

Haewon’s chest thumped against the fogged-up glass of the shower booth. Woojin parted the slick buttocks, glistening with soap suds, and drove his fingers straight into the warm inside.

"Uugh...!"

The flesh of his ass clenched around the intruding fingers and trembled.

Woojin shoved in two fingers without hesitation and moved them roughly on purpose. He stirred the tightly clenching inner walls. Haewon’s back arched as if constricted.

Woojin stood with his upper body pressed closely to Haewon’s, as if crushing him. He ruthlessly thrust inside the twitching heat. Pressing his forehead to the shower wall, he looked down at Haewon, who was panting below him. Haewon’s wet eyelashes trembled delicately like the wings of a damselfly.

His eyes, detached and emotionless, stayed fixed on Haewon, who was flushed with heat and at a loss for what to do. Every time Woojin hit a spot of pleasure, Haewon’s knees buckled, trembling uncontrollably.

"Ah, ah... hyung, I’m... I think I’m gonna come again. Ah, aahng..."

Woojin pulled his fingers out from inside and pushed in his erect cock.

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"I was wrong. Hngh, I was wrong. I won’t do it again. Never again—ugh, uh!"

"Does it hurt? Haewon, does it hurt?"

"Aahng, ugh, uuuh! It hurts, it hurts... ah, ah!"

"You—words don’t work on you, haah, no matter how many times I say them. Hm? So I’ll carve it into your body."

"Hhng, uuh, ah, hyung, hyung, please... please, hngh, too deep, aah!"

With a heavy smack, the cock shoved inside banged against his inner organs, pushing them aside.

Woojin grabbed Haewon’s hair. Sweat from his violently moving body rained down onto Haewon’s spine, which squirmed beneath him, pinned to the bed.

The grip on his hair was strong enough to pull at the scalp. Haewon’s head tilted back. Tears streamed down his cheeks, over his jaw, and ran along the curve of his neck.

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Woojin stuck out his tongue and licked up from Haewon’s damp neck, along his jaw, all the way to his cheek. His cheek tasted salty and sweet.

"If it won’t stick in your head, ngh, I’ll just carve it into your brain. Hht!"

"Stop it, stop, stop... stop!"

Haewon thrashed his head and shouted, but then his body suddenly collapsed like a switch had been flipped. Sprawled across the bed, limbs slack, he looked unconscious. Woojin kept moving like a beast, still buried deep inside him.

He wrapped his arms around Haewon’s waist and came. Even as he spilled inside, he didn’t stop moving. With his cock still inserted, he raised his sweat-drenched torso, filling the narrow space inside Haewon with cum.

"Haa, haa..."

He raked his fingers through his disheveled hair like claws. Then he pulled out the cock that had been rammed in deep.

Thick mucous fluid trickled lazily from the open hole. Woojin spread Haewon’s ass cheeks apart. He rubbed his thumb over the red, swollen hole. With every stretch, pale fluid oozed out in messy globs. It was a clumsy and impatient act, but somehow, seeing the soaked, ruined space between Haewon’s thighs washed away all the vile emotions that had made Woojin feel so unsettled.

His mother had said love wasn’t about possession, but Woojin couldn’t explain this irrational coupling in any other terms.

He bit Haewon’s ass. Left a round mark where Haewon could never see it.

Haewon’s fading consciousness slowly stirred back awake.

His body was lying on the bed, covered in soft blankets.

When he turned his head, the clock on the wall showed 2 a.m. Woojin wasn’t beside him.

Haewon struggled to lift his sore, heavy upper body. Woojin, wearing only pants, was sitting at the dining table reading something. Even with his bare chest exposed and his clothes disheveled, he looked strangely composed and intellectual.

Haewon silently stared at him. Without looking up from the papers, Woojin spoke.

"You’re awake?"

"...I’m thirsty."

At Haewon’s words, Woojin immediately stood up. He filled a glass with cold water from the purifier and brought it over. Haewon took the cup and drank it down.

His lips were cracked and dry, and his throat, raw from screaming and crying, stung with every swallow.

He handed the empty cup back to Woojin. Woojin looked down at him for a long moment, then turned away with the cup and returned to the table, picking up the documents again.

Haewon had seen him catching up on backlogged work at home plenty of times, but watching him now—sitting in that uncomfortable dining chair with no proper desk, sometimes even crouched on the floor, fully immersed—felt especially pitiful today.

Maybe he should buy him a desk.

Haewon looked around the officetel, trying to figure out where a big desk would fit. To make room, they’d probably have to move the sofa and get rid of the audio equipment.

He grabbed the shirt Woojin had discarded and draped it over himself, then got up from bed.

Unsteadily, he walked over to Woojin. Even though there was no sign of welcome or a beckoning gesture, Haewon sat down on Woojin’s thigh. Woojin naturally wrapped his arm around Haewon’s waist and pulled him in close, lifting the documents higher. Haewon wrapped his arms around Woojin’s neck and buried his face there. He rubbed his lips along Woojin’s shoulder and mumbled softly.

"...What are you reading?"

"A fraud case."

"What kind of fraud?"

"Real estate fraud."

Real estate scams, often introduced through acquaintances, usually ended up deceiving even the acquaintance, and by the time the fraud was revealed, there were often no legal grounds for conviction. Financial loss alone wasn’t enough to establish fraud.

They required both civil and criminal charges—under property and fraud law simultaneously—and the loopholes in the legal system were something perpetrators already knew how to exploit. That’s what made real estate fraud both cunning and difficult to handle.

Woojin, who also had to oversee HanKyung’s business reports, had asked Lee Seung-min to reduce his case load, and yet he’d ended up with a complicated, irritating case that was a pain to dig into.

He knew these kinds of cases took up a lot of time and didn’t do much for his performance record, but Woojin couldn’t bring himself to just breeze through them.

Turning a page of the documents submitted by the victim’s lawyer, Woojin absentmindedly stroked Haewon’s bare ass with one hand.

"Did I pass out during it?"

Woojin nodded.

"It’s the first time I’ve passed out."

"Are you sick?"

Finally peeling Haewon off his cheek, Woojin looked at him with a serious expression.

"It’s your fault. Take responsibility."

"Alright. I’ll take responsibility."

He always said the right things, and that made it all the more infuriating.

Haewon felt indignant and bitter. Staring at Woojin with disgruntled eyes, he eventually gave up on thinking and buried his face into Woojin’s shoulder, letting out a ragged breath.

Woojin slid his hand beneath Haewon’s shirt. His large palm moved eagerly across Haewon’s smooth back and buttocks.

"...I’m sleepy. Put me to bed."

Haewon whined. Woojin’s hand gently patted his back. Haewon, completely exhausted, curled up for a moment and then, like a lie, fell asleep right there on Woojin’s lap.

Woojin set the documents aside. He embraced Haewon, still radiating warmth, with utmost care—like he was cradling a newborn who had just fallen asleep.

"...Run away? Ridiculous."

He let out a snort of laughter. Anyone hearing them would think Woojin was exploiting and beating Haewon.

But he did everything Haewon asked, gave him everything he wanted, matched him in every way. Woojin only showed Haewon what he wanted to see. He didn’t sit around shirtless for no reason.

Even now, it wasn’t like he’d forced Haewon onto his lap. Haewon had come to him of his own accord, crawled into his arms first.

Yet people said absurd things, as if Woojin had done something vile to him.

Every time he remembered Taeshin’s diary, Woojin felt deeply unpleasant. He frowned. Those clueless people, judging him with just a few scraps of information, cutting him down.

Woojin knew he could be a good man for Haewon. There had never been, and would never be, any reason for Haewon to run away from him.