Chapter Text
Prologue
Breathless and panting, he wiped the blood trickling from his torn forehead with the back of his hand. He dashed through the desolate alley, surrounded by high fences that seemed to tower endlessly. The dry membranes of his throat stuck together unpleasantly as he inhaled through his mouth, unable to get enough air through his nose.
"Hah... Huh..."
Fear gripped his staggering legs, as if a rough hand could grab him by the hair and throw him to the ground at any moment. As he sprinted down the alley, his heart pounded amidst the eerie silence of the familiar yet strange neighborhood, the asphalt beneath his feet spotless and smooth. The identical fences, the empty alleys, and the streets devoid of people all blurred into one.
The pebbles poking at his bare feet awakened his confused mind. Today was not the day Seo Haeyoung was supposed to visit, and he had unintentionally fallen asleep. Only when he was grabbed by the collar and fell to the floor did Seo Haeyoung's scent pierce his nose. By the time he realized the bastard had come, it was already too late.
"Haewon-ah!"
"Uh..."
His running legs came to a sudden halt. In the moment of recoil, Seo Haeyoung stood at the end of the alley, smiling and holding a golf club. The midday sun brightly illuminated Seo Haeyoung's face, his round eyes squinting downward and his mouth stretched wide.
"You should have gone this way!"
The expression of joy sent shivers down his spine. Without hesitation, he turned and ran.
Seo Haeyoung followed Haewon, who was fleeing at a speed that made it unclear whether he was running or crawling, tapping the fences of other people's houses with the head of the golf club.
"If you don't get caught by the road, I'll spare you!"
Haewon lifted his head at the sound of the laughter-filled voice. A road with guardrails was visible about twenty steps ahead.
"Ha... Huh...!"
There was no time to assess the situation. With each step he took, crossing his legs, the spot where something as thick as his arm had relentlessly torn into his flesh moments ago now throbbed hotly.
"Hurry up."
Staggering yet determined, Haewon made his way to the road. Seo Haeyoung, following him, put strength into his legs and turned the club backward when the distance had narrowed. Just as Haewon reached the end of the alley, he swung the club in a swinging motion. He released the golf club handle without hesitation after putting great force into the swing. The long metal club flew and struck Haewon's ankle, tangling it. Haewon, unable to even scream, collapsed onto the asphalt with bent knees.
"Kuh...!"
Colliding with his chest, Haewon coughed up blood. His roughened knees and elbows quickly formed beads of blood. Seo Haeyoung gently stroked Haewon's sweat-drenched back as he trembled on the ground, unable to stand.
"You didn't make it?"
His fingers, slipping through Haewon's hair, suddenly clenched into a fist. Haeyoung grabbed Haewon by the hair and lifted him from the spot stained with vivid blood marks. Haewon, knowing it was useless, still grabbed Seo Haeyoung's firm wrist and mumbled the words he had uttered countless times before.
"Haeyoung, Haeyoung-ah... I can't, I can't do this."
"You're doing well, but you're acting crazy and running away."
No matter what happened, the neighborhood alley that never looked outside, the futile chase that took place once a month like an annual event, came to an end.
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"Ugh, ah...! Ack...!"
"You want attention, don't you? That's why you run away every day, huh?"
The hideously erect dick forcibly thrust into the bloody gap between his thighs. Every time Seo Haeyoung bucked his hips, Haewon’s crumpled back banged against the wardrobe door. The hot dick without a condom caused an excruciating pain that overturned his insides. The feeling of his organs being pushed aside and filled by someone else's dick was something he couldn't get used to, no matter how many times he experienced it.
"Uhk... It hurts, it hurts, Haeyoung-ah..."
"You like it. You did it alone when I wasn't there, didn't you? You did it from behind?"
"Ah, no, ugh...!"
A long finger wrapped around his neck. Seo Haeyoung, gripping Haewon's neck with both hands, applied sudden force. In an instant, blood rushed to his face, turning it red, and he slammed Haewon's back against the wardrobe, unable to take his eyes off him.
"Guh, huh...!"
"What do you mean, ‘no’?"
Breathless, Haewon scratched the back of Haeyeong’s hand with his short, painless fingernails. Haeyoung, who didn't release the grip on his neck even slightly, shoved his dick back inside, and Haewon's long eyelashes trembled.
"Huh...!"
"Haewon-ah... If you lie, I'll fucking kill you."
Seo Haeyoung, forcibly pushed apart the sticking walls of Haewon’s hole and entered, continued his fierce hip thrusts, making slimy sounds. As Haewon slipped from the wardrobe he was leaning on, dozens of streams of tears flowed from his eyes. Unable to bear it any longer, Haewon squirmed his body wildly.
"Is it hard? Should I let go?"
"Uh, uh..."
Haewon reached out and stroked Seo Haeyoung's firm shoulder, who seemed to let go but didn't. The fingers that had been tremulously seeking forgiveness pathetically dropped and clutched the shirt. Through his tear-filled vision, he saw a wide grin. At the same time, the hand pressing his neck gently released.
"Heok...! Ha, huh...!"
He quickly inhaled the missing breath. Haewon's chest rose and fell violently, and the hole gripping the dick tightened. The contraction, as if to sever the dick, gave Seo Haeyoung a terrible pleasure, and he bit his lip as he bowed his head.
"Ha... Why don't you masturbate from behind? It's too tight."
"Huh, uh... Ah, ah!"
Seo Haeyoung, who had lifted Haewon's leg with the blood-stained wound, pushed his hips in. The sound of slapping flesh echoed in the small, shabby room. Haewon, who was sandwiched between the wardrobe and Seo Haeyoung with his pants off, tried to gather his rapidly fading consciousness, but it was difficult after being beaten and chased.
"Uh... Huh..."
Looking at Haewon's face, which seemed to roll back, Seo Haeyoung raised his hand and slapped his face.
"If you pass out, I'll tear your hole apart."
"Ah... Yeah, yeah..."
Barely nodding his head, dripping with tears, Seo Haeyoung shoved his dick into the hole mixed with blood and semen.
"Huh...! Ack...!"
He grabbed the backward-tilting head and pressed it to the floor with his palm. Seo Haeyoung, who had pushed his dick as if to insert his testicles into the tightly rounded body, slammed it in with a greater sound of flesh hitting than squelching.
"Guh...!"
Haewon, dug his fingernails into the floor beneath Seo Haeyoung, writhed and screamed. Seo Haeyoung, shoved his penis into the hot, almost scorching hole, sweetly exhaled, and semen slowly oozed from the hole that had been stretched to its limit. As the aftermath of the ejaculation faded and his eyes opened, Haeyoung slapped Haewon's tear-stained face with the back of his hand.
"Ya. Aren't you coming to your senses?"
"I, I want to stop... I want to quit..."
"Why are you deciding that? That's funny..."
As soon as Seo Haeyoung let go of the leg he was holding, he slipped out of the slumping body and smirked at Haewon's lower body, dirty with sticky fluids.
"You're cumming while being choked? Amazing..."
Seo Haeyoung grabbed Haewon's waist, which was shaking from the abrupt withdrawal, and matched the messy hole with his dick. Haewon, who couldn't catch his breath, shook his head vigorously and pushed away his broad chest.
"Ha, Haeyoung-ah..."
"Relax, relax."
Seo Haeyoung, pierced Haewon's organ in one sitting, leaned against the wall and sat down. Along with the sound of gasping, Haewon's waist bent forward.
"Ah...!"
"Stand up. Don't lean."
Haeyoung, pushed Haewon's drooping shoulders back, and fumbled around under the bed. He took out the cigarette pack he always kept in the same place and looked inside. The remaining five cigarettes rattled and rolled to one side whenever shaken. He picked one out, lit it between his lips, and Haewon, who couldn't open his eyes properly, stumbled and took out the lighter tucked between the mattress and the bed. Seo Haeyoung caressed Haewon's butt, marked with red handprints, and asked bluntly.
"Did you think I wasn't coming today?"
Blocking the non-existent wind with one hand and lighting the lighter, Haewon nodded slightly. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth and inhaling it deeply, Haeyoung gripped Haewon's dazed face and turned it side to side. The swelling would go down soon, but the torn forehead seemed to need a hospital. He threw away the filter and inhaled it in.
"Like this..."
"Ah...!"
With one arm around Haewon's waist, Haeyoung lifted his hips. Haewon's eyes, which had been dimming, widened.
"Ah, it hurts! It hurts, Haeyoung-ah...!"
"When you're dazed like this, I have to come find you."
With each syllable, the thrusting dick pushed and pulled the swollen walls. The tears that had stopped flowing burst out again, and Haewon, who had been shaking and swaying, was slapped by a sharp hand without warning. The sound echoed hollowly, and for a moment, his vision turned black, unable to turn his twisted neck back. A whimper mixed with a groan followed late.
"Ah...!"
"Haewon-ah. Do you only want to say it hurts?"
Even Haewon's unblemished lips were torn and bleeding. Haewon blinked his eyes several times to dispel the darkness and slowly lifted the corners of his mouth. After gritting his teeth, he forced a smile that reached the corners of his eyes.
"No, I like it... I liked it."
"If you say it hurts one more time..."
"I won't. I'm not like that."
Glaring at Haewon, who was interrupting urgently, Seo Haeyoung extinguished the cigarette he had been smoking on the floor and grabbed his waist with both hands. It was a sign of seriousness. Haewon, finding solace in the fact that the smoke rising from the dying cigarette butt was not from his thighs, buried his face in Seo Haeyoung's neck.
Burying his nose in Seo Haeyoung's neck, he inhaled the scent that now brought fear rather than excitement. As Seo Haeyoung panted and thrust his dick into the torn hole, heated breath and moans flowed from Haewon's dried, blood-stained lips.
It was dizzying. He didn't know if it felt good or hurt. Haewon rubbed his bruised cheek against the firm shoulder and let out a small sob. Who could he ask to find an answer to this relationship? Honestly, he had no idea.