Rabbit Hole Chapter 37

Go San looked up, resting his cheek heavily on Geumseo’s thigh. It seemed that in moments like this, he actually showed his age as the youngest. They say the second-born children are often possessive of their own things because they frequently have to inherit items from the first-born—is that why you’re writing your name on my thigh right now? Geumseo’s mind raced quickly to figure out what was going on.

“Passport photo? What are you talking about?”

Go San’s fingers, though somewhat small and stubby, were still repeatedly writing the same characters that meant the same thing.

“Go Unha went to America, remember?”

Geumseo was silently horrified. Wow, he had even forgotten about that. Ever since he had mistakenly slept with Go San, he hadn’t had a clue how the world was turning. In any case, it was certain that things had slipped far out of Geumseo’s grasp. The routine he had managed to cobble together was completely shattered, and time was lazily, yet rapidly, disappearing.

“I have to go there too. Because of visa issues.”

Go San is a foreigner. Geumseo knew he was in Korea for training, but he didn’t know what kind of visa he had. Anyway, he said he had to visit his home country for an extension. Geumseo brushed off the explanation. The important thing was why his passport photo was needed.

“We’re going together.”

As if everything had already been decided, Go San said, “Let’s go,” not even asking, “Shall we go?” Geumseo suddenly felt suffocated, as if he were completely enveloped underwater.

“Me too?”

“Yeah. You’ve been there a few times anyway. Or should I say, you’ve come there.”

Go San, who was incredibly fluent in Korean, muttered that the language was a little confusing at times like this. Geumseo stared blankly for a moment before grabbing Go San’s hair firmly. Go San chuckled as if it didn’t even hurt. Well, that made sense. Unlike when Go San pulled his hair, Geumseo was just clutching at his locks.

Just as Geumseo’s hand began to tighten, feeling a bit resentful at the thought, Go San gently pressed down on Geumseo’s wrist to remove it.

“You’re going, too. Got it?”

“You wouldn’t listen even if I said I didn’t want to, would you?”

“Yang Geumseo has gotten a bit smarter.”

Go San stroked Geumseo’s hair softly. Geumseo realized, without even noticing, that he had leaned his head into that touch. Had he wagged his tail at the compliment that he’d gotten smarter? Startled by his own actions, he gasped and lifted his head. In that brief moment, Geumseo was so flustered he nearly broke into a cold sweat, but Go San just smiled brightly at him. As if to say, Everything is going well, isn’t it?

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Since when did he stop thinking about Unha hyung? Since when did he become completely accustomed to having Go San by his side? Since when… did this start to feel natural?

Geumseo felt like he was going to get motion sickness from the tiles in front of his eyes. Because his body was swaying, the tiny pebble-like tiles were warping back and forth.

“I, I think I’m going to throw up….”

If his hand, which was gripping the wall that was causing the nausea, slipped, it was certain he would hit his head or mouth and get seriously hurt. He didn’t want to be in pain. He was afraid of blood. With his vision confused and his hand constantly slipping, Geumseo begged Go San.

“It’s, it’s swaying too much…. Plea…please….”

“Is it too deep?”

Actually, that was true, too. Go San always started by inserting himself right up to the point that Geumseo feared. If Geumseo said his stomach hurt, instead of stopping there, he would keep thrusting, going deeper and deeper. Before he knew it, it felt like he was piercing his very solar plexus. That probably wasn’t actually the case. If that were true, he would have had to go to the hospital. Because before any pain or pleasure, his life would have been on the line first.

“You should have said something.”

“You wouldn’t have listened… anyway.”

“What are you talking about? I listen to everything you say. I even found you a job and got your money back. See? You said it hurts, so I’ll turn you around.”

Is that so? Geumseo sniffled. Go San turned Geumseo around from that dizzying tile wall and lifted one of his legs to wrap around his waist. Being penetrated while standing on only one leg in the slippery swimming pool shower room was even scarier than when he felt like he was going to fall forward a moment ago.

“Th, this is scary.”

“Then just hold on properly.”

Having said that, Go San lifted Geumseo’s other leg as well. Geumseo tightly wrapped his arms around Go San’s waist. It was still scary. What if Go San took a step back and his back came off the wall? What if he wasn’t leaning against the wall at that exact moment? He’d fall backward and either hit his head or break his back, wouldn’t he? Watching the ashen-faced Yang Geumseo, Go San slowly licked his lips.

“Hold on tight, Geumseo.”

Go San had learned the ropes lately. Yang Geumseo is timid. If you drive him into a corner and then soothe him gently, he thinks it’s his only exit and trots along after you. Without even knowing it’s a door leading further inside. So, Go San decided to be affectionate toward Geumseo. Yang Geumseo was unfortunate enough as it was, even without Go San planning or setting anything up. He was a monkey’s paw of misfortune to himself, while being a lucky rabbit’s foot to Go San.

“There’s no one else to hold onto anyway.”

“I like that phrase. Say it again.”

Geumseo, holding onto the wish that Go San would continue to treat him this way, played his favorite lines back like a phonograph.

“It’s strange, it hurts, …there’s no one but you.”

A vein bulged on Go San’s forehead. He was beautiful, but with that vein popping out on his forehead, he looked even more grotesque and terrifying. Geumseo hugged Go San tightly. Because he was scared. And because, even though he was scared, there really was no one else but Go San to hold onto.

Just as Go San was learning how to handle Geumseo, Geumseo was learning how to make Go San treat him well. Honestly, he should have realized it sooner, but it was too late. But Geumseo was always slow, so this was his normal speed. It was just that Go San was always, always too fast.

“Ha, shit. I want to do anything for you right now. What should I do for you? Yang Geumseo.”

Saliva pooled in Go San’s mouth. It felt as if the roots of his teeth were itching. Go San scraped against Geumseo’s opening while thrusting upward.

“Ah, ngh, uh, ugh, th, then please… Ah! Please, a…a little gentler….”

Even though they were having sex under the running water, Yang Geumseo’s body tasted savory to Go San. The arm supporting Geumseo had veins bulging viciously. After a forceful, deep thrust, he rubbed against him slowly. After a dazed sound of Ah, aaaah, escaped, Geumseo scratched his back. It was a bit of a shame that he had no pubic hair because he groomed. Yang Geumseo’s perineum was so soft that if he had scratched it with coarse hair, he would have pissed himself completely.

“I’m, I’m going to cum.”

Geumseo opened his lips wide and panted. Since he was thrusting from bottom to top, it seemed to be going deeper than usual, leaving him breathless. Go San pressed his lips against Geumseo’s and blew air into his mouth. However, his breathing technique was a mess, so it didn’t help.

“Haeeee….”

Go San touched Geumseo’s member, meaning at least he shouldn’t have a hard time. He focused on the sensitive tip of the glans. He made a loop with his hand and tapped under the glans, but thinking it was inefficient, he just covered the end with his palm and gripped it.

“If it feels better… does it hurt less…?”

Go San asked, nuzzling Geumseo’s shoulder. Geumseo couldn’t hear the question as his mind was blank from the short, sharp breaths he was taking. He felt like he was going crazy from the way Go San was roughly rubbing him, covering him with his palm. Geumseo’s toes, curled behind Go San’s back, began to tremble violently. His waist jerked. His hips kept contracting. He wanted to run away. It felt as if someone were grabbing and pulling from the thin strip of skin between his testicles to his perineum.

“Uh, ah, aue… ah, Sa…San….”

Geumseo’s tongue went limp, as if it had become thick. His pronunciation was slurred. As he jerked around, wanting to run away, his back rubbed against the tiles. He didn’t even know he was being scratched by the corners of the tiles, which had been exposed because the grout between them had worn away over time.

Go San didn’t let him go. He was so persistent that no matter how hard Geumseo tried, his grip strength, or whatever else, could barely reach the level of Go San’s feet.

“I, I… huff, ah, I… I’m gonna, huck, cum…! Ah, stop, stop it! Ah! Ngh! Ugh, ah!”

If he tried to run upward, it was the same as rubbing the tip of his cock against Go San’s palm, and if he tried to run downward, Go San’s member would go in deeper, sending a freezing sensation of pleasure and pain all the way to the back of his neck. Geumseo cried ugly tears. He sobbed uncontrollably. He pressed his head hard against Go San’s shoulder.

“Ah-heuuu… hng, huh…. Hu-huck….”

“Ah, shit, it’s going to get cut off….”