Soo-hyun’s body moved frantically, following Ho-beom’s every pull and push. Yang Ho-beom was better at kissing than expected. That bastard. Being this good but only doing it with women. The thought suddenly crossed his mind, and he laughed inwardly. As their breathing grew heavier, Ho-beom bit Soo-hyun’s nape like he wanted to tear it apart. A chill ran down the back of his neck.

“Ah!”

After licking that spot with his tongue, Ho-beom grabbed Soo-hyun’s chest with his large hand. He squeezed the flat chest tightly and stared at the n*pples. That gaze alone made Soo-hyun’s c*ck harden. Ho-beom’s eyes moved from Soo-hyun’s face back to his n*pples. He pushed up a n*pple with his thumb.

“Matches your face perfectly.”

“What does that mean?”

Ho-beom smiled slyly.

“Vulgar.”

What the hell. This bastard. Before Soo-hyun could curse back, Ho-beom took a n*pple into his mouth. He sucked so hard that Soo-hyun’s chest tingled. Looking down, he could see Ho-beom’s face as his jaw moved. His eyelashes were longer than expected, and his features were intensely erotic. Just watching him made Soo-hyun’s abdomen tense up. He was persistent, like a starving child.

Slurp, the lips detached. In that brief moment, the n*pple had become red and swollen from all the sucking and biting. Then he moved to the left side and tormented that one too. It was clear that Yang Ho-beom had more affection for Soo-hyun’s n*pples than Soo-hyun himself did. If he’d known he would like them this much, he would have shown his chest and appealed to him during their first time.

While thinking these ridiculous thoughts, Ho-beom stood up and looked down at Soo-hyun intently.

“Now it’s Baek Soo-hyun’s turn.”

Huh? Just for doing that? Soo-hyun glanced at him sideways and put his lips on Ho-beom’s chest, but Ho-beom pressed down on his shoulder. Not there. Soo-hyun looked up with raised eyebrows.

“That’s not fair. Why is it your chest but my c*ck?”

As he opened his mouth to say “c*ck,” Ho-beom pushed the head of his p*nis into Soo-hyun’s mouth. With the c*ck tip in his mouth, Soo-hyun glared up at him. Ho-beom smiled as he brushed back Soo-hyun’s wet hair. Whether it was the alcohol or not, his touch seemed genuinely gentler than before as he caressed Soo-hyun’s earlobe and traced the corners of his eyes.

“Because I have no interest in sucking another man’s c*ck.”

Soo-hyun wanted to argue that he wasn’t born sucking other people’s c*cks either, but he worried that would make Ho-beom thrust brutally like before. So instead, he grabbed Ho-beom’s c*ck and lifted it upward. He pushed his head between Ho-beom’s legs and licked his balls, hearing him swallow hard. The hand in Soo-hyun’s hair tightened.

“F*ck…”

After licking from the base up, Soo-hyun pointed his tongue and probed the slit at the tip. Then he opened his mouth and took in the c*ck. Yang Ho-beom’s c*ck was just like him—big, hard, with veins bulging out, making it look more like a weapon than a p*nis.

Taking it into his mouth made his jaw stretch painfully wide. As he moved his head back and forth, the breathing above him grew rougher. Soo-hyun held Ho-beom’s thighs with both hands. His muscle-defined thighs were rock-hard. Every part of his body was solid. He was like Superman from childhood cartoons, though in reality, he was more like the Joker.

When Soo-hyun opened his throat to take him deeper, Ho-beom’s thighs tensed. Soo-hyun had expected him to move roughly like before, but this time he was gentle. Then Ho-beom pulled out his c*ck. Soo-hyun, who had been tense, caught his breath. Ho-beom grabbed his arm to pull him up and pressed their lips together.

He was surprisingly passionate for someone who had seemed like he would never kiss no matter what. Soo-hyun wrapped his arms around Ho-beom’s neck and clung to him. Strong arms encircled his waist. Soo-hyun rubbed his c*ck against Ho-beom’s thigh and moaned.

Meanwhile, he was bothered by occasional pain in his upper abdomen. Maybe he drank too much. Hopefully he wouldn’t throw up. Yang Ho-beom would flip out. Before he could think further, Ho-beom turned Soo-hyun around.

He made him brace against the wall, then grabbed Soo-hyun’s hips and pulled them back, tapping his c*ck against his as$. He spat on his hand and rubbed it against Soo-hyun’s entrance. Ho-beom roughly grabbed his b*ttocks and spread them apart. The hole was fully exposed, and Soo-hyun expected immediate penetration, but there was silence.

Parched and with a flushed face, Soo-hyun glanced back to find Ho-beom tilting his head and admiring the view. Growing impatient, Soo-hyun urged him on.

“What are you staring at?”

“Your hole is pretty.”

Soo-hyun snickered.

“Other guys have said the exact same—”

A cold gaze pierced him. Oh sh*t, he thought, trying to change his words, but Ho-beom showed no mercy and thrust in hard. Ack! Soo-hyun flailed his arms, unable to brace properly against the wall. The shock made his whole body tremble. F*ck. As he tried to straighten up, Ho-beom pulled back and thrust in again.

Slap, slap, the sound of wet flesh colliding echoed obscenely.

“Hey! Aah! Ahh! Wait, wait! Ah!”

Unable to properly brace against the wall, he grabbed the shower handle. Thud, thud, thud, with each thrust, Ho-beom’s balls slapped against his as$, and his lower belly bulged. As Soo-hyun struggled to straighten up, Ho-beom pulled his shoulders back into his embrace. He could feel the firm, broad chest rising and falling against his back.

Yang Ho-beom spoke in fragments by his ear while moving his hips.

“That’s what you get, for talking about, other guys, during s*x, huh? f*cking, bad manners.”

You crazy bastard. You don’t have manners eith—ugh! Ho-beom reached around and grabbed Soo-hyun’s c*ck, probing the tip with his thumb. The urge to come built up, and Soo-hyun’s toes curled. Aah! Ah! Mr. Yang! You bastard! I’m going to come. I’m going to come. In response, Ho-beom blocked the tip while pounding him from behind almost violently.

Lightning flashed in Soo-hyun’s mind, and his vision went white. It felt like all the blood in his body was flowing backward. As he tilted his head back, Yang Ho-beom bit his nape hard. I want to come. I want to come, damn it. He tried to push away the hand gripping his c*ck, but Ho-beom was too strong. Unable to release, Soo-hyun clawed at his arm and sobbed.

“You bas—ah! Aah! Hic! Fu—ck. You, ungh!”

Ho-beom sucked on Soo-hyun’s lips and licked the tears flowing down his cheeks and jaw. Ha, haa, haa, his breathing grew increasingly rough. As the urge to climax reached its peak, Soo-hyun trembled and choked, barely able to breathe. Ho-beom increased his speed. Slap, slap, slap, moving so forcefully it felt like he would pierce through Soo-hyun’s belly, he suddenly pulled Soo-hyun tight against him. The rough pubic hair rubbed against Soo-hyun’s as$.

At the same time, he released Soo-hyun’s c*ck, and white s*men splashed onto the black bathroom floor. After coming with a shudder, Soo-hyun’s body went limp, and he tried to sink to the floor. Ho-beom supported him by holding his waist and whispered in his ear.

“Was it terrible this time too?”

Bastard. Acting cool but holding a grudge all along. However, Soo-hyun was in no position to mock Ho-beom. The pain in his upper abdomen that had been bothering him grew intense. Aah, he moaned, clutching his stomach, and Yang Ho-beom pulled out. s*men dripped down his thighs.

“What trick are you trying to pull now?”

Ho-beom came around to face him, grabbed his shoulders and checked his complexion, but a pain unlike anything before overwhelmed Soo-hyun. It felt like someone was stabbing his stomach with a red-hot skewer. When he tried to sink to the floor, Ho-beom held his shoulders. His expression darkened as he checked Soo-hyun’s face. Soo-hyun forced out words that barely came.

“I think my… intestines are torn.”

Whether from the alcohol or the terrible pain, his vision blurred. He heard Ho-beom calling, “Baek Soo-hyun?” but couldn’t answer. He had already passed out.

He couldn’t remember what happened in between. When he briefly opened his eyes, he was in an ambulance. He heard sirens and saw unfamiliar faces. Hearing they were transporting him to the nearest hospital, Soo-hyun’s first worry was health insurance. He had paid his premiums in his early twenties, but at some point, he could no longer afford it and gave up. Even when sick, he didn’t go to the hospital, mostly relying on pharmacies.

The paramedics touched his stomach and asked several questions. Does it hurt here? How about here? What did you have for dinner? Are you dizzy? How much did you drink? Too weak to answer, he broke out in a cold sweat as the paramedic’s face grew blurry.

When he opened his eyes again, he was at the emergency room entrance.

Lying on a gurney as they entered, he heard someone’s voice. Guardian, please go to reception first. Guardian… Did I ever have such a thing? Just then, Yang Ho-beom, who had followed, headed toward the reception desk. When a hospital staff asked if he was the guardian, he simply answered, “Yes.” It was laughable that the man who had beaten him senseless was now acting as his guardian.

When they reached the inside, a doctor and nurse approached. They spoke with the paramedics. He had drunk a lot and suddenly developed abdominal pain. Either they didn’t know about the s*x or chose not to mention it. Soo-hyun wanted to tell them himself: Yang Ho-beom seems to have torn my organs during s*x.

As his consciousness faded, he suddenly remembered his single remaining kidney.

Could something be wrong with it? Could it have been rotting inside from lack of proper treatment? Could he have lost the use of his last kidney? He wanted to ask the doctor, but he simply couldn’t get his mouth to work.