Swallow Hunting - Chapter 53.2
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He hadn’t seen Lee Kang-ju for several days because the man was busy. They shared brief texts and phone calls, but that alone was not enough. Hae-jun suppressed his surging emotions by staring at old photos until they were practically worn out.
He knew this foolish feeling was longing, but he didn’t attach that label to it. He felt as if the moment he opened the lid, those feelings would ferment, swell up, and soar to the ends of the sky.
After several days of suppressing his emotions by focusing on deliveries, the day Lee Kang-ju was finally supposed to come arrived. As soon as Hae-jun received the text, he finished his work and rushed back home. Flapping about like a bird cleaning its nest, he organized the house and groomed his own feathers.
[Hyung, what are you doing]
While he was diligently preparing, a text arrived from No Eun-jae. Hae-jun made up an excuse, saying he was in the middle of deliveries.
[I have a club gathering today, do you want to come]
[There are a lot of pretty girls]
He even sent a photo as evidence. They were all fresh, young students. In the past, he might have been tempted, but now he had absolutely no interest.
[I’m busy, so I can’t go] [Hyung, the alcohol is free, I’ll pay] [Next time] [Hyung, you’re cold]
Being kind enough to even reply was a lot, yet the boy was talking such nonsense.
However, it was true that he had rejected him without giving any room, so Hae-jun tapped on the keypad to say he was sorry. Before he could finish the sentence, he heard the keypad at the door chime. Hae-jun tossed his phone aside, sprang up, and scurried to the entrance.
“Welcome back!”
He couldn’t have been happier to see him.
Hae-jun’s expression changed as if melting away. A shimmer sparkled in his eyes, and his cheeks were flushed. He tried to hide his uncontrollable smile by biting his lips, but he failed as his rising cheekbones pushed the corners of his mouth upward.
In his heart, he wanted to leap up and cling to Lee Kang-ju like a cicada on an old tree. Even if he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, Lee Kang-ju would easily support him. With those strong arms and hands that had lifted him over the bridge railing as easily as pulling a weed.
But Hae-jun simply stood there with his hands clasped behind his back. He didn’t embrace Lee Kang-ju or cling to his side. To throw himself into Lee Kang-ju’s arms was, in every sense of the word, crossing the line.
“It feels like it’s been a long time.”
He secretly counted on his fingers just how long it had been. It was five whole days. For five rotations of day and night, he hadn’t seen even a shadow of Lee Kang-ju. Water slowly began to fill the well that hadn’t been satisfied by short phone calls under five minutes or meaningless daily reports.
“Have you been doing well?”
Lee Kang-ju gazed at Hae-jun silently. Unable to handle the gaze that pierced him like an arrow, Hae-jun fidgeted with his fingers. Meanwhile, his eyes were busy tracing Lee Kang-ju’s lips. If only he could taste them just once more, he would have no more wishes. Those firmly closed lips, and the tongue hidden within, were sweet, dense, moist, and soft—quite unlike Lee Kang-ju’s cold, stern exterior.
Just then, the sound of the front door closing seeped through the gap. Simultaneously, Hae-jun’s Adam’s apple surged up and down. His mouth was parched. He wanted to moisten it with something. He parted his lips and looked up at Lee Kang-ju.
As if he had been waiting, Lee Kang-ju lunged. Sinking his teeth into the nape of Hae-jun’s neck like a hunter, he strode inside.
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Since he had Lee Kang-ju’s orders, he hadn’t slept with anyone else, but he didn’t know if Lee Kang-ju had done the same. Because it was a territory he didn’t dare ask about, he had kept his mouth shut despite being curious.
“Heuk…!”
Lee Kang-ju tore into Hae-jun like someone who had been starving for days. From the moment his clothes were stripped off at the entrance and he collapsed, Hae-jun’s legs never had a chance to close. They were constantly spread apart. It was a good thing he had prepared, or he might have seen blood.
Hae-jun had also lived abstinently, pinching his thighs without even masturbating once, so he initially accepted it gladly. However, that was only until the second time. By the third ejaculation, his groin was trembling and he had no strength left in his body. His once plump testicles became flat, empty sacks after the profuse releases.
While Hae-jun came three times, Lee Kang-ju didn’t finish even once. He had to hold out until at least Lee Kang-ju reached the end, so he gripped the bedsheets tight and endured, but the tip of the man’s cock struck deep inside, pushing up against his internal organs.
“Ha-euk…”
Flashes went off before his eyes and a groan surged to his throat. His parched testicles stung, and his limp member ached as if someone had squeezed it dry.
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