Flushing crimson, Haebom glared before yanking Wonho down by the cheeks and biting his lower lip hard.
He knew Wonho wasn’t the only one struggling—but logic didn’t matter.
The one getting fucked always hurt more, so this was his revenge.
Wonho groaned at the sting, his hips shifting slowly.
He wanted to bury himself to the hilt and pound into him ruthlessly, but he held back, not wanting to hurt Haebom further.
Still, even these shallow thrusts threatened to undo him.
Each time he pulled out and pushed back in, he went deeper.
“Hah…! Ah—!”
The thick, burning stretch stole Haebom’s breath, like his lungs were being crushed.
Running a hundred meters wouldn’t leave him this breathless.
Then Wonho’s cock hit a particular spot, and his body jerked.
Noticing the shift, Wonho smirked.
“Haebom, does that feel good?”
“Ah—! S-Stop, it’s too…!”
He wanted to tell him to stop pressing there, but moans kept spilling out instead.
Not that it would’ve mattered—Wonho wasn’t stopping either way.
His thrusts grew faster, relentless, hammering against that spot until Haebom’s half-soft cock stiffened completely, slapping against Wonho’s abdomen with each movement.
Wonho wrapped a hand around it, stroking.
“Ah—! L-Let go…!”
As if he’d listen.
If he were the type to hold back, they wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with.
Ignoring Haebom’s pleas, Wonho tugged at his cock, then pulled his hips back until just the head caught on his rim—before slamming back in.
“Hah…!”
Haebom’s vision whited out.
The force was so brutal he thought he might pass out—but Wonho’s ruthless pace gave him no chance.
His lower stomach ached, each thrust so deep he swore it’d pierce his throat.
He knew it wasn’t possible, but the thought kept resurfacing.
Yet, as always, coherent thought soon dissolved.
His prostate was being crushed, his walls pounded relentlessly until his mind blanked.
The precum dripping from Wonho’s cock mixed messily with Haebom’s earlier release, the lewd squelches filling the room.
Wonho focused only on filling Haebom completely, making up for lost time.
“Ah—! Ngh…!”
When he was struck deep inside, Haebom’s body jerked violently.
Thinking he might try to escape, Wonho released his grip on Haebom’s cock and instead wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him up into a tight embrace.
The angle shifted just as he was already being driven deep, and Haebom’s mind went blank.
The only thing that escaped his lips was a broken moan.
Wonho held Haebom like that, slamming his hips up relentlessly.
He buried his face in Haebom’s pale chest, sucking and biting until the once-pristine skin was littered with red marks.
“Ah—hah…! S-stop, ngh…! Don’t…! Nngh—!”
“Fuck. Yoon Haebom, if you clench like that—khh…!”
Haebom came first, his body convulsing as his prostate was ruthlessly assaulted, his inner walls tightening so much that Wonho could feel every ridge.
The sensation was too much—Wonho spilled inside him with a groan.
The hot pulses of cum against his oversensitive walls made Haebom twitch uncontrollably, his already spent body reacting to even the slightest stimulation.
Wonho caught his parted lips in a greedy kiss, tongue sliding in as if he couldn’t get enough.
His climax lasted longer than expected, and even as he came, he lazily rolled his hips, drawing out the pleasure.
Unlike Wonho, who clearly had no intention of stopping at just one round, Haebom was already completely drained, his body limp after multiple releases.
“…I’m exhausted.”
He mumbled weakly against Wonho’s shoulder.
Truthfully, Haebom had already guided another esper at the Busan branch earlier, which made him even more fatigued.
But he didn’t tell Wonho.
He didn’t mention that it was the same esper from the elevator—because he knew it wouldn’t go over well.
“…Hah, did you lose stamina along with weight? Just stay still. I’ll do all the work.”
“Huh?”
He hadn’t expected Wonho to stop just because he was tired, but he’d at least hoped for a short break.
But Wonho was far from satisfied.
He wanted to feel more, to fill Haebom up until there was no space left.
If he could, he’d keep Haebom locked inside this house, fucking him like an animal to make up for all the time he’d been gone.
“Wai—! Ah—ngh!”
Wonho flipped Haebom onto the bed in one swift motion, the cock still buried inside him dragging against his walls in a way that made him whimper.
Pressing Haebom flat against the mattress, Wonho draped himself over his back and started moving again, his hips working in a steady rhythm as his length plunged in and out.
True to his word, Wonho did all the work—but just feeling him, just being filled by him, was enough to drive Haebom mad.
Wonho didn’t stop until Haebom was completely unconscious, and even then, he stayed sheathed inside, savoring the way Haebom’s walls twitched around him in his sleep.
It was a long time before Wonho finally pulled out, watching as his cum spilled out from the stretched hole.
He gripped his own cock, already hard again, and stroked himself until he came one last time, painting Haebom’s marked-up body with another layer of white.
When Haebom opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the wall—and he let out a sigh.
It felt strange to be back in Wonho’s arms after so long apart.
‘I’m really home.’
He’d felt it yesterday too, but Wonho had been so relentless that he hadn’t had time to process it.
But now, as he nestled deeper into Wonho’s embrace, something felt… off.
“Nn…?”
His body was slowly waking up, and with it came the return of sensation—specifically, the feeling in his lower half.
His nape prickled.
No, not prickled—it was burning.
“…Crazy bastard… Psycho… Perverted piece of shit…”
He clenched his eyes shut, muttering every insult he could think of.
He knew worse, but he’d never say them to his lover.
Even if said lover had spent the entire night buried inside him.
The fact that his body felt clean meant Wonho had washed him after he passed out—and then put it back in.
Seriously? His face burned.
The real problem was how to get out of this situation.
Even ignoring the mess between his legs, Haebom had never once managed to slip out of Wonho’s arms in the morning.
The man’s grip was ironclad.
“Ah… ngh…”
A pitiful whine escaped him.
Now that he was aware of it, the thick heat inside him was impossible to ignore.
How had he not noticed the second he woke up?
Wonho had worn him out before, but he’d never slept like this.
Haebom didn’t know what to do.
Maybe he could pull it out himself.
He couldn’t move much, but if he reached back—
“Hhk—!”
The moment he tried, Wonho thrust up sharply.
Haebom nearly bit his tongue in shock.
His eyes flew open, and he glared up at Wonho, who looked far too peaceful for someone who was clearly awake.
“Wonho, if you’re up, pull this out—! You damn pervert! Ah—ngh! Stop moving…!”
Realizing the act was pointless, Wonho started moving in earnest, rolling his hips in slow, deep strokes before picking up the pace.
Haebom’s walls were still loose from being fucked open all night, making every drag unbearably slick.
The position was awkward, so Wonho hooked one of Haebom’s legs over his arm, grinning down at him.
“Hah… Sleep well?”
“D-did I—! Nngh! S-sleep well—!? You—! Ah! S-stay…! St—! Ngh!”
His boyfriend was absolutely a deranged pervert.
Not that Haebom minded—he liked it.
But being worked over all night and morning felt like cheating.
“Couldn’t help it. After I cleaned you up and laid you down, your hole kept wriggling, begging to be filled. Not my fault.”
Haebom scowled at the blatant lie.
But Wonho had tried to hold back—he really had.
