"Ugh."

A sound escaped that was not exactly glamorous to make during sex. Though when your survival feels threatened, there's hardly room to worry about glamour.

A man whose height fell about three centimeters short of two meters and whose weight fell about five kilograms short of a hundred pressed his entire body down onto Jo Taeeun. The mattress beneath his chest was reasonably soft, yet Taeeun felt flattened from above and below.

The problem was that a cock like a blunt weapon was buried deep inside Taeeun, deep enough that it seemed about to punch through his stomach wall, and two large, hot hands were clasped together gripping his lower belly, as if to keep that from happening.

"My stomach, ugh, my stomach."

On instinct he tried to curl his body inward to escape the pressure. He even tried twisting sideways, but the weight pressing down on him only seemed to grow heavier. None of it worked.

And through all of that, the cock shoved in to the very end of him ground relentlessly against his insides every time he moved.

He was squirming on his own when the sensitive spot inside him got rubbed directly against the shaft, and Taeeun went rigid with a sharp "Haak." He curled his toes and trembled and moaned, and from just beside the back of his head came a low, snickering laugh.

"What are you doing, by yourself."

Then a jab of the hips. The sound that spilled from Taeeun's already-open mouth was another moan.

"Hng, ah, I, I can't breathe."

Jo Taeeun's voice was low to begin with, and even normally it often came out husky and thick with air. So when sex rubbed him to the edge and a high moan slipped out against his will, it sounded less like something sweet and more like something choked and cracked.

"Ah, hk, haa, r, really, hng."

The problem was that the other person loved this sound. It only made him torment Taeeun more to draw it out.

The man's full weight was on him. Maybe it was because a large cock was digging into his insides while a firm hand pressed down on top of that. All the pressure seemed to converge on his belly.

Taeeun gasped and gripped the sheet in his fist. He tried to crawl forward toward the edge of the bed. His body, of course, did not move.

What did happen was that the cock, as if punishing him for the attempt, dragged along the swollen, flushed entrance on its way out and then slammed back in all at once.

The moan that came out was choked flat by the pressure, like it had been squeezed shut. His head went blank, as if someone had their hands around his throat.

His mind began to blur, like his eyes were about to roll back. Even though Taeeun's face wasn't visible, the man seemed to sense his state, and the grip that had been pressing hard against his belly eased slightly.

"Haa."

Taeeun exhaled faintly, eyes unfocused, feeling like he might survive. The man lifted his body off Taeeun.

He braced on his knees and shifted position, then gripped Taeeun's waist firmly with both hands repositioned. At the same time, the angle of the head of his cock, which had been driving straight up as if to bore through a wall and churn through his insides, changed.

Having been opened so many times, Taeeun could feel exactly where it was nudging and testing, trying to push through somewhere new, and he panicked and tried to lift his upper body. That failed too, of course.

"Right now, ah, no. I, hh, I really think I'm going to die."

"That's your line every single time we fuck. I'm going to die."

It's not like you're the one getting opened up. The man laughed and bit the back of Taeeun's neck in a teasing way. And then, regardless of the owner's wishes to keep the door shut, the muscle inside was forced open, pried apart.

Oh, this is somewhere I've been before, the cock head seemed to say as it pushed its way in.

"Hk, haa."

His toes curled inward, then snapped straight until the tops of his feet ached, then curled again, helpless.

"Ngh."

"Hey, breathe out. Relax."

The man casually ordered something that was entirely beyond Taeeun's control.

Like this is some custom-built system you can configure however you want.

Even so, Taeeun groaned and tried to steady his breathing. The sight of his flat stomach moving in the man's hands as he worked to soften the opening and take the cock deeper was something else.

"Haak."

He was finally pierced all the way through. The penetration was so deep it felt like what had come in from below could be expelled from his throat.

The large cock, packed full against his inner walls, moved smoothly and kept pressing its head into the small opening it had forced. His colon clenched and gripped the intruder tight. Taeeun, out of his mind, kept letting out choked, stifled moans.

At this point it was half feeling like he'd become an animal, and half feeling like he was being mounted by one.

Every time the cock drove through him and pulled back out, it dragged hard across one overheated spot and ground it down.

Ah, ah, ah.

Taeeun clawed at the sheet until he couldn't anymore, then buried his face in it and bit down. He shook his head back and forth like he was tearing at thin fabric with his teeth.

Behind him, the thrusting picked up without hesitation, growing rougher. The wet slap of skin against skin rang in his ears.

"Hng, ah, haa."

"Ah."

The man's body collapsed back down over Taeeun. His hot bare chest pressed down onto Taeeun's sweat-slicked back.

Taeeun's cock, crushed between the bed and the man's body, spilled thin, watery come in pulses, and the man reached up with one hand and gripped the back of Taeeun's neck.

He pressed the back of his neck down into the mattress and drove in once more with a heavy thud, and then he came too.

The inside, which had already taken come several times, grew wet again. A thin thread of breath escaped from the throat held down under that large hand.

God, I really am going to suffocate and die.

"You're not dead, right?"

As he slowly pulled out, watching Taeeun's waist tremble, the man laughed like it was a joke.

This kind of sex never got familiar no matter how many times they did it. Every time, breathing was hard enough that he felt like he might lose his mind.

And every time, it was Fuck incredible.

At the end of Taeeun's languid exhale, the cock pulled out completely from the flushed, swollen opening.

Really, how many minutes had it been since he'd thought he was going to suffocate and die from being packed so full inside. Somehow his belly felt a little hollow.

The sensation of his hole not closing, fluttering open, made Taeeun twitch involuntarily. The man, who had been pulling tissues from the nightstand to hand to Taeeun, brought his palm down on Taeeun's ass.

"Ah."

"Stop acting like such a slut."

The arousal hadn't fully faded yet. Even though the hit was fairly hard, pain and pleasure came up at the same time. Usually the man found this reaction amusing and would smack his ass and thighs a few more times.

That would make the skin flush hot and, more often than not, set the mood again. But tonight he didn't seem to have that in mind.

It was clearly a relief, and yet somehow a little disappointing. Taeeun licked his lips and watched the large back rising from the bed. His gaze followed the movement down to the clothes scattered on the floor.

Baek Baek Beomgu. Twenty-eight years old.

His build alone read as either athlete or gangster, but his face had no trace of anything respectable, so nine times out of ten people assumed gangster. Since that was the truth, it wasn't an unfair assumption.

That face. Taeeun stared, slightly dazed, at the side of Beomgu's face as he picked up his clothes.

He was pretty sure he'd been briefly captivated by that face. By the time he came back to his senses, more than three years had passed of him panting and rolling around happily under a body that stood a hundred and ninety-seven centimeters and weighed around ninety-five kilograms.

Time really does fly. Taeeun, who had been spacing out, rolled halfway over on the bed.

He settled into a position where he could see Beomgu's face a little better, and looking at the neat shirt in the hands that had been tormenting him just minutes ago, he asked.

"What did you talk about when you went home today?"

If a god of sex existed in this world, Jo Taeeun had been insisting for years that it would look like Baek Beomgu.

Sexy, smoldering, well-built. Even those words fell a little short.

If someone asked "What does Baek Beomgu look like?", Jo Taeeun could only answer, "Just... like sex."

How can a person look like sex. But if a dictionary were to be illustrated with one image per word, in Jo Taeeun's opinion the entry for sex would have to include a full-body photograph of Baek Beomgu. No exceptions.

Because that was simply correct.

He dressed in a way that suited him perfectly. From what Taeeun had observed at Baek Beomgu's side, the fashion of his subordinate "employees," most of whom had heads that were genuinely shaped like a block of rice, fell into roughly one of three categories.

Suits that screamed gangster to anyone who looked, flashy knockoff designer shirts in garish, shiny fabrics that announced gangster from a hundred meters away, or just openly shabby.

Baek Beomgu was a different cut. He dressed to match his face, like a dissolute, promiscuous mess.

Solid-color shirts unbuttoned down to the chest, or pitch-black short-sleeved shirts in a fabric that clung to his firm shoulders and chest. He seemed to run hot, or maybe he felt the cold easily, because in winter he often wore black turtlenecks, and the way that thick fabric pressed tight against his body and traced every contour was genuinely a work of art.

Of course, even standing around the house in a sleeveless shirt and grey sweatpants, his appearance was inevitably that of a dissolute, promiscuous mess.

Still, nothing beats him with nothing on.

Unlike the lower-ranking members who started with irezumi as a matter of course, Baek Beomgu had no ink on his body.

A dragon or something on that back would have been a masterpiece in its own right. But if even a small design had been there, it would surely have ruined the aesthetic of that bronzed skin, which was already a spectacular sight to behold.

Having asked his question and waited through a brief silence for an answer, Taeeun licked his lips and nodded to himself.

And then the god of sex and dissolute promiscuous mess who had just rolled around with Jo Taeeun in spectacular fashion picked up a quiet white shirt and a plain black belt that had nothing to do with his usual style, and replied.

"I went to meet the woman I'm going to marry."

...Huh?

Jo Taeeun's eyes, half-glazed from the rough sex, went wide for a moment.

"You're getting married? When?"

At the questions coming one after another, Baek Beomgu looked at Jo Taeeun lying on the bed and raised one eyebrow. His patience was roughly the length of an ant's leg.

"Sometime this year, probably. I'll start wrapping things up here before the ceremony."

Taeeun glanced at the calendar on the nightstand. April was almost over. So even if the wedding was on the last day of December, there were only about eight months left of rolling around in this apartment.

"I see."

The back of his neck where he'd been bitten earlier suddenly stung and itched. He scratched at the area with blunt fingernails and replied in a drawn-out voice. Baek Beomgu looked down at him.

"What. Are you going to miss it?"

Instead of answering, Taeeun rubbed the still-stinging spot with his fingertips. He felt, honestly, a little strange.

It seems like I should be really upset, but, hm.

...I'm not that sad about it?

Whatever Baek Beomgu made of Taeeun's hesitation, he gave a short laugh and said.

"We've had more than enough of each other by now."

That was true. How many years had it been of sex so intense he was certain his body would eventually break.

Not that he'd ever wanted to stop.

That was because Baek Beomgu, who had already been a finished product the day they first met, had ripened further and more impressively over the years. It gave Taeeun the certainty that this man would still be good even twenty years from now, and the physical and technical development of a body and skill set he had already considered complete at their first meeting had also been impressive.

So if this was how it ended, he should have felt at least a little sad.

"I should probably start keeping my chastity before I walk into the ceremony."

...What is he talking about.

Jo Taeeun stared up at Baek Beomgu in disbelief, then caught those eyes, predator-before-the-kill, and looked away again.

Is it really chastity if you're abstaining for a few weeks or months before the wedding? The objection stayed inside his head.

He shifted his body toward the far edge of the wide bed.

The conversation about wrapping up this arrangement had ended with a rather flat, anticlimactic finish. Sleeping in the same bed without passing out from an all-night session of sex felt somehow awkward.

He felt the faint vibration of the mattress as the man dropped down beside him. Taeeun stared blankly at the ceiling and murmured, almost to himself.

"They say your first love never works out."

A sharp gaze from beside him.

He glanced over, and the face looking back at him was one that plainly said, "First love, he says." Baek Beomgu was expressing his complete disbelief through his expression alone.

"What, what."

He couldn't tell whether it was the "first love" part that was the problem, or the "never works out" part. But he was intimidated either way, so Taeeun carefully averted his eyes.

Baek Beomgu let out a short, humorless laugh.

"You really are a funny bastard."

He didn't say anything more cutting than that, but it was clearly a denial of the word "first love" itself.

What's wrong with me calling it a first love? Taeeun thought, though he was also slightly confused himself. It had slipped out because he'd suddenly wanted to say it.

But still. Even so, if the sex had been this good, and he'd been going out of his mind over the face and body, and he'd never gotten tired of it for so long, and he was going to look back on it as a good memory afterward.

Wasn't it okay to call it a first love?

Taeeun, whose thoughts were arguably liable to be sued on the spot by the dictionary definition of first love, felt his mind gradually sinking into sleep.

And faintly, at the same time, the face of Baek Beomgu under a back-alley streetlight, seen for the first time at the tail end of his nineteenth year, began to surface.