PHUW 88

“Hhhng.”

When he tightened his grip a little, plump lips parted and a high-pitched moan broke out. That delighted reaction excited Jeong Mok even more than the direct stimulation to his cock.

He squeezed the penises in his hand and stroked up and down. The thin skin shifted, rubbing along the core inside. Like striking a fire starter, invisible sparks popped with each motion, then suddenly his whole body was ablaze.

His movements grew rough.

“Ha.”

The startled boy reached out to grab Jeong Mok’s wrist. His urgent nails scratched across the back of his hand and forearm, but it was not nearly enough to stop him.

Haeri climaxed first. Even after ejaculating once, he still poured out thick, sticky semen. Feeling the trembling body steeped in the afterglow, Jeong Mok also shot up toward a blinding peak in an instant.

“No… no… please… no more!”

The body in his arms panicked and resisted. But to Jeong Mok, who had already surrendered to his rampaging lust, it was nothing more than sweet struggling. He pressed down the shaking head with his chin, and with the hand not holding their cocks, he rubbed and pinched the boy’s nipples.

“Ahh… not my nipples…”

The tingling sensation surged like waves across his whole body. It was more violent and immense than any wave he had faced while relieving himself alone, thinking of Ahn Haeri. As the crushing tide cut off his breath, his lower body squeezed tight.

“Ahhh!”

Already finished, Ahn Haeri cried out in a sound that could only be called a moan of climax.

Woof woof!

Somewhere a dog barked. Its voice was deep like a large breed, but it sounded strangely far off, like through industrial headsets.

Driven by ecstasy, Jeong Mok’s lust surged inside his cock squeezed tight. At last, milky semen spurted out, covering the traces of Haeri’s earlier climax. The release that followed was so immense it felt like freefall from a dizzying height.

“Hhh… uh.”

He could have died right then, and it would have been fine. As the tension faded, irresistible weakness set in and his grip around their cocks loosened.

“Hhhnghh.”

With a sob-like moan, Haeri slumped. The hand that had scratched at Jeong Mok’s wrist dropped, and his shoulder once raised fell down.

“Mmff… ngh.”

A low cry followed. His senses snapped back at last. Jeong Mok released his hold and checked Haeri’s face. Blood rushed back quickly into the whitened cheeks. It was not sexual excitement or embarrassment. To Jeong Mok it looked like pure anger.

“Are you al—”

Whack!

Before he could finish, a firm fist hit his shoulder.

“Ow.”

It did not hurt much, but he exaggerated the pain. Haeri did not stop. He jumped up and rained blows down.

“You said it didn’t hurt!”

“It didn’t….”

“I thought my cock was going to burst!”

Woof woof woof! The dog barked again.

“And I told you not to touch my nipples earlier.”

Haeri shouted through falling tears. While blocking the flurry of blows from the furious hare, Jeong Mok belatedly noticed his own hand smeared with semen. Red scratches streaked his hand and arm, like marks from a puppy’s claws. He had thought the struggling was from pleasure, not real pain.

“Did it hurt a lot?”

“It really hurt. Look. There’s a mark.”

Haeri pointed at his crotch. Sure enough, on the smooth surface of his mushroom, an embarrassing mark stood out. The color drained from Jeong Mok’s face. His neck tingled.

“Sorry. What do I do…”

He reached out in a fluster, but Haeri recoiled and covered himself with both hands.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Ah.”

“And go wash your hands, they’re dirty.”

Even while seething, his demands were clear. Jeong Mok was the one flustered, nearly tripping over the bath towel at the foot of the bed as he climbed down. Without his sharp reflexes, he might have tumbled disgracefully. Thump. Landing like a misstep, he hurried to the bathroom, then quickly came back to cover his groin with the towel. He regretted it a little. After all that touching and seeing, why bother covering? But he went in and washed the semen spattered on his hands and abdomen under the shower.

Woof woof!

“Gom-i! Quiet!”

Haeri shouted from outside. The barking cut off at once. In its place came whining, and sharp claws scraped at the door.

So it had been Gom-i barking all along. Not an illusion. When Haeri screamed in pain from his cock being squeezed, Gom-i had sensed it and barked in anger. If Jeong Mok had not made sure to shut the main bedroom door tight, the dog might have bitten him.

He found a small towel, soaked it in warm water, and came out. Haeri glared at him, face twisted. But when Jeong Mok carefully pressed the wet towel to him, Haeri let his body relax to make wiping easier.

“I may be discharged, but I’m still a patient in a wheelchair.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You said it wouldn’t hurt, but every word out of your mouth is a lie.”

“I was really wrong.”

He carefully wiped the soiled thighs and the pitifully shriveled mushroom. The hand marks looked like they would linger for some time. He folded the towel over to clean the surrounding area gently.

Haeri kept grumbling.

“How are you so stupidly strong. I thought it was going to get crushed. What are you, so great you can do sex change surgery with your bare hands?”

“That’s not a sex change. It’s neutering…”

At that moment Ahn Haeri’s eyes flashed. Jeong Mok instinctively knew he had just died and come back to life once.

“Enough already, just give me my pants.”

“Yeah.”

When he handed over the underwear and pants he had fetched earlier, Haeri put them on quickly. Then he tried to get up from the bed. Jeong Mok stopped him.

“You just rest here. I’ll go sleep in another room.”

“……”

Haeri huffed for a moment, then flopped down and turned his back. Watching the back of his head radiating anger, Jeong Mok let out a long sigh. He gathered the clothes scattered around and opened the bedroom door.

Woof!

A mass of black fur leapt in.

“Ugh.”

Gom-i shoved Jeong Mok aside and ran to the bed, sniffing Haeri from head to toe. Then he shoved shoved thick nose between his buttocks, and Haeri, who had been lying still, flinched in alarm and shouted.

“Go away.”

At his irritated rebuke, Gom-i shrank back, then suddenly lowered his stance toward Jeong Mok and began to growl. It was a threat.

One wrong move here and he would be bitten again. Jeong Mok averted his gaze, trying to show he meant no harm. But the already riled-up giant dog lunged.

Thump!

He knocked him down and mounted him, barking fiercely. When Jeong Mok reached out to calm him, Gom snapped at him as if ready to bite for real. With his neck exposed it was frightening, and more than anything, the deafening noise was unbearable.

“Hey, Haeri. Can you call Gom-i off?”

Finally Haeri looked back and slapped his palm against the bed.

“Gom, come here.”

Just like that, Gom-i clamped his mouth shut. As if he had never been aggressive, his ears drooped and he whimpered like a newborn pup.

“Up here.”

The bed was larger than king size, so even the giant dog had plenty of room. Gom-i wagged his tail and lay beside Haeri. Then he looked at Jeong Mok, who was slowly getting up, with a smug expression.

Another realization came to Jeong Mok. From now on, if he made Haeri angry, the one who would be sleeping on the living room sofa was not Gom-i, but himself.

Right after Jeong Mok left, Haeri finally let out a ragged breath. It had been one dizzying moment after another. He had been so tense and trembling that his head felt faint.

Gom-i pressed his snout to his back. Haeri turned and patted the warm, damp ridge of his nose. He also scratched the fluffy back.

“I’m fine.”

Gom-i licked his cheek with a wet tongue. Relieved, he stopped whining. From the hospital stay to the move, there had been plenty of stress. He should have waited a few more days before seducing Jeong Mok.

He had been so preoccupied, watching Jeong Mok hovering around him all through his hospitalization, seizing the chance the moment it came, that he had forgotten about Gom-i.

Fresh out of the hospital, Gom-i was tired too and soon fell asleep. Haeri also felt drowsy and worn out. But his heart was pounding too hard to rest.

What had just happened?

He had done it. With a man he had insisted he would never cross the line with, the man who had rejected him bluntly, saying he would not sleep with a homeless, memoryless brat.

The sudden realization made his heart race again. His groin throbbed too, as if his pulse were beating in both places. The afterglow of climax revived, heating his face. His nipples, pinched hard at the end, now started to assert themselves too.

Though no one was watching, he felt embarrassed. His neck shrank. If he could, he would have pulled the blanket over his head and kicked around. Or spun in circles like a madman. It was frustrating that his injured legs kept him from doing so.

At the start, he had thought even a kiss would be lucky. If it went further, that would be a jackpot. And if it went all the way, like in those gay videos he had watched out of curiosity, it would have been the end of the line. But even the kiss was no small thing. The difference between what he knew from media and the real thing was like night and day.

“To think he sucked my tongue.”

He had never imagined such a thing. Unconsciously his index and middle finger touched his swollen lips. The rest was too embarrassing, and he could never do it again right now. But he somehow wanted to kiss him again..