Rabbit Hole Chapter 17

ith that response, Go San unzipped his pants. The metallic clicking sound was hair-raising. Geumseo had no strength left and no will to fight, so he simply let it be. Since he was already in pain, he figured he might even faint if this went on. It was clear that passing out would be better than enduring this exhausting, painful, pleasurable, and confusing act while fully conscious. He had never fainted before, but he thought, let’s give it a try. No, he had already done it once a little while ago.

Go San masturbated in front of Geumseo. It was such a ridiculous sight to behold while he was in pain that he squeezed his eyes shut. He preferred to just fall asleep quickly. However, Go San wasn’t about to let that happen. He pulled Geumseo’s legs together and moved against his thighs just as he had before. It felt as though the insides of his thighs would be chafed to the point of discoloration. It was an exaggeration on Geumseo’s part, but it was true that Go San was obsessed with these thighs and this skin to that extent.

“You tasty little bastard.”

Go San laughed with satisfaction. This was said after biting Geumseo’s ankle. The funny thing was, this guy used to throw a fit every time he came back from work, complaining that he smelled like oil, yet now he didn’t say a word even though Geumseo hadn’t washed. Maybe he thought it was fine since he had showered after falling into the pool before going to work? He didn’t know. He was too lazy to even think about it.

“I’ll finish quickly.”

Instead of answering, Geumseo squeezed his eyes shut. Go San aimed the tip at Geumseo’s entrance and ejaculated. The time it took him to ejaculate was as long as the time one could hold their breath underwater. In the meantime, Go San shoved his glans against his own entrance, thrusting violently, and sprayed inside as well. Both inside and out were completely soaked. Go San’s eyes, watching that, were also damp.

“Is it over now?”

“It’s just starting.”

He asked back as if wondering what that was supposed to mean. Geumseo had just been forced to ejaculate as his sex organ was rubbed against Go San’s. Because he was exhausted, the ejaculation was also pathetic. It pooled weakly on his stomach and splattered slightly onto his chest. Wanting to wipe it off, he roughly rubbed his hand over his chest, which only made Go San’s eyes flash more sharply. Unaware of that, Geumseo stared blankly at the fluid on his hand before instinctively licking it.

“Ah, I must be crazy.”

Geumseo shuddered, repulsed by the taste of his own semen. It must have been from the habit of sucking the sauce off his fingers while eating things like chicken. He should have broken that habit sooner.

But it was already too late. Go San’s member had been rock hard ever since Geumseo was caressing his own chest. He flipped Geumseo over abruptly.

“Ah, no. I, I’m dizzy….”

“I know.”

Go San was being considerate in his own way because Geumseo was in pain. Since he said he was dizzy, he would make sure he wasn’t. He hooked his arms under Geumseo’s armpits, lifted his upper body, and leaned him against his own body. Then, he slid his hand down below. Thanks to having sprayed both inside and out, and thanks to the way he had greedily sucked him off, his fingers slid in without any trouble.

“Ah, aah….”

His index and middle fingers spread the entrance wide like a pair of scissors. Go San brought his member up to the widened area. He was anxious to break him in properly. Go San shoved his member in and slowly pushed with his hips.

“Ugh, ah, Go San, ah… j, just a moment… huff.”

“Ha, fuck… so hot. Haha.”

Geumseo didn’t know how hot his own body was, but he figured it must be at least as hot as the breath Go San was pouring onto his cheeks and shoulders. His head felt hazy. Even while in pain, his breath was pushed right up to his throat. Like when he fell into the water earlier in the day, his body went limp, and he was barely breathing thanks to the kisses Go San planted on him from time to time.

“Ugh… ah, ah….”

Yang Geumseo’s groans remained as coarse as ever. Go San found that funny yet arousing, so he bit into Geumseo’s shoulder and thrust his hips in, thud, thud. Every time he did, the inside dilated a little bit more. It was slow but steady, and unlike the wet entrance, the friction against the dry insides was maddeningly good. Veins stood out on Go San’s neck. The same went for the arms holding Geumseo. He was panting, uncharacteristically, from excessive excitement. Go San, who wouldn’t drown even if he were underwater, looked like he was about to suffocate to death out of the water. Go San’s hip movements, overwhelmed by excitement, gradually became more intense.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

As his body was slammed back and forth, Geumseo let out a loud groan. The way his voice cut off in staccato bursts told of just how forcefully Go San was slamming into him.

Bang, bang, bang.

It was when the drool was dripping from Geumseo’s hanging head. Go San’s member was halfway in, repeatedly pressing against the spot where Geumseo felt it for the third time. A loud knocking sound was heard from outside. It was due to the nature of the rooftop room, which lacked a doorbell.

“Fuck. What the.”

Go San muttered in a rough voice.

“Porr….”

At that moment, Geumseo answered in a fading voice.

“Porridge? You said you’re going to die?”

“Porr… has arrived….”

“Ah….”

Go San let Geumseo go. As Geumseo slumped forward, Go San’s member slipped out. It was somewhat congested from the friction, but it bobbed as if it didn’t know the meaning of pain. He somehow shoved the part that reached his navel into his underwear, and with his pants zipper not even halfway up, he headed to the door.

Then, he came back and threw a blanket over Geumseo’s naked body. Only then did he realize he had also left his wallet behind.

Because of this, the delivery worker had to wait for a long time. Since he had heard what was clearly a groan, no matter who listened, he was beyond annoyed. He was waiting while cursing under his breath when the iron door swung open with a bang.

“Yes. It’s porridge, right?”

“Yes, it’s porridge….”

The delivery worker’s heavily furrowed expression smoothed out. A breathtakingly flashy, pretty, yet handsome man had come out, and even though he clearly belonged in the category of a pretty young man, the overwhelming pressure he emitted was too strong. His top was untucked and his pants zipper wasn’t even half-closed; he should have looked ridiculous, but he didn’t. Perhaps it was because of the impressive muscles visible. And to top it off, the silhouette of something visible through the gap in his pants, regardless of what his underwear was covering…

“It’s porridge.”

The delivery worker muttered blankly and held out the bag. Go San handed over the card and waited anxiously, his heaving chest rising and falling. Receiving the receipt, the words “thank you for your hard work,” and the closing of the door happened almost simultaneously. Even after the bang of the door, the delivery worker stood blankly until the sound of sobbing that followed made him come to his senses, and he fled down the stairs.

“Stop… stop, I feel like I’m going to die….”

The groan the delivery worker had heard was indeed Geumseo’s sobbing. Geumseo felt like he could die from sorrow. Go San’s mouth watered at the sight of his face, which was swollen and damp like a steamed dumpling. The cock he had barely shoved back in was now bobbing outside his underwear again.

“Alright. I’ll just cum one more time.”

This time, Go San threw off his shirt. Then, he held Geumseo facing him so their chests met. The lower opening was acting as if it had never been slightly dilated. Go San hurriedly spat into his hand to lubricate his member and this time, he shoved it deep, all at once, halfway in.

“A-hu-hu-hu-huck.”

Geumseo wept bitterly, and Go San stimulated his member while thrusting into his insides without hesitation. Geumseo’s feet kept curling and uncurling. His thighs were on the verge of cramping. His waist kept arching backward; if it weren’t for Go San’s arms, he surely would have collapsed long ago.

“Ah… you are seriously hot.”

Of course I’m hot because I have a fever, you crazy bastard.

Geumseo’s tears fell to the floor. He couldn’t tell if the drops falling were sweat or tears. Watching Geumseo’s chest bones stand out as his waist arched flexibly, Go San was reminded of a bird. He wanted to clutch it tightly before it flew away. Instead, he gripped Geumseo’s member firmly and rubbed the tip roughly.

“Ah… ugh….”

Geumseo’s knees trembled violently. Go San giggled at the squelch, squelch sounds of the fluid bursting out. It was a boyish laugh. That left Geumseo bewildered. How could a guy like that laugh like that? As if he had gone between a cold bath and a hot bath too many times and no longer knew where he was, Geumseo’s sense of reality was drifting further and further away.

It wasn’t a metaphor; it was actually drifting away. Go San, as a gesture of consideration, ejaculated on Geumseo’s dripping cock instead of inside him, but Geumseo wasn’t grateful. He would have been more grateful if he had been fed the porridge.

“Hot… I like it so much….”

Go San’s excited muttering sounded dangerously like “I like you so much.” So, to prevent that from happening, Geumseo raised his limp hands and covered his ears. Go San chuckled and rubbed his cheek against Geumseo’s chest.

“…I’m hungry.”

Geumseo muttered in a dazed voice.

“Yeah. Let’s eat.”