Double Junk - 202

“Brother. Seokju, brother! No more, it won’t go in, no, huh, I’ll die…”

“…”

“Brother, ah! Please, it’s too deep…”

Ajin was scared. At first, he was scared about what would happen to his body, the accumulating pleasure, and the churning inside. But the fear started to shift in a strange direction.

“Ah… ah…”

Seokju’s face blurred out. At the same time, various afterimages clung to his body like rats, on his neck, around his eyes, cheeks, under his chin, and even at his elbows.

Cruel pleasure. A blurry vision as if surrounded by fog. Continuous tears. Terrible heat. Communication cut off despite their bodies being closely pressed together. The grip on his wrists. A bound body. The oppression of not being able to do anything.

Suddenly, his body turned cold. From head to toe, it was chilly as if he had never been boiling. It felt like he had gone back to a past life. Cold bl00d slowly circulated through his body. A winter-like chill seeped in.

Ajin’s trembling eyelids froze. His dark blue eyes became hard like a doll’s.

Something snapped in his mind. It felt like something heavy had fallen off or something tightly closed had opened.

Ajin, lying on the bed, plunged into a deep darkness.

‘Boss, no. Boss, it hurts. Please stop. Please. Boss, boss…’

‘Boss… please…’

‘No! Stop! Fvck! Ahhh! Stop-ah!’

‘It hurts, boss… ugh, it hurts…’

‘I didn’t… do it. Huh, I didn’t do it…’

Finally, the memories surfaced. Tears rippled like waves over Ajin’s wide-open eyes. Large drops of tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

‘Boss, boss…’

‘Boss, please don’t. Don’t do it. I was wrong. Please don’t. Okay?’

A voice that was both familiar and strange echoed. The voice, once dripping with moisture, gradually dried up. In the end, it crumbled into pieces, leaving only anger.

‘I hate you, boss.’

‘You’re a liar, boss.’

‘I wish you were dead.’

‘I hate you so much. Even if I’m born again, I’ll hate you. I’ll keep hating you.’

Ajin gasped for breath, but his windpipe was blocked. It felt like someone was choking him. Someone kept trying to kill him. Ajin desperately tried to see through the foggy vision. He saw the large hand around his neck. Thick wrists and arms came into view, then the face revealed itself.

It was Seokju. Seokju, dressed in a black robe, was choking him. Like a grim reaper. Like a demon.

Ajin’s mouth opened wide. His body stiffened and cooled as if trapped in the deep sea with high pressure. He spoke in a suppressed, stammering voice.

“I’m scared, I’m scared…”

“…”

“I’m scared… huh…”

Stop, stop… Ajin’s voice was small, so small it was barely audible even to himself. But Seokju’s movements suddenly stopped.

It felt like time had stopped. Seokju’s previously cloudy black eyes became clear as if cut by a knife, and Ajin silently shed tears. About a minute passed in this meaningless time.

Seokju, pale as if he had seen a ghost, quickly pulled away from Ajin. His long p3nis slid out, scraping the inner walls. The grip on his wrists loosened, and the heavy weight pinning him down was gone.

“Huh…”

Ajin curled up, holding his aching stomach. His dry back arched, making his spine prominent.

Seokju had moved down from the bed in the blink of an eye. Standing there, he looked blankly at Ajin’s back. His face slowly crumbled. His brows furrowed, his eyes twisted, and his lips turned down. He covered his face with his large hands as if crushing it.

“Ajin… ah…”

I, I, in the end… It was incomprehensible. Fvck, crazy bastard, there was a hint of cursing beyond the small sigh. But Ajin couldn’t tell if Seokju actually cursed or if he was hearing hallucinations from sinking into the past.

All he could think was how the bed felt too wide, how his body was too cold, how painful and lonely it was. Ajin curled up even more. He tried to contain the past that was rising like bile by tucking his chin in.

However, the past that scratched and bit at him did not disappear easily. His body grew colder and colder. It felt like ice hung from his fingers and toes instead. His frozen cheeks prevented him from speaking.

While Ajin fell into the pit of his past alone, Seokju stood there, unsure what to do, repeating useless apologies.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“…”

“I lost my mind for a moment… I shouldn’t have. I tried. But I, I…”

Fvck… Seokju bit down hard, clutching his head. He seemed out of his mind too. He looked as shocked and fearful as Ajin.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry…”

Ajin looked at him dully, wrapping his arms around himself, calling out to Seokju in a hoarse voice.

“…Brother.”

But Seokju did not respond to his call. He just kept repeating his miserable apologies. If left alone, he seemed like he would apologize until his lips burst and his throat tore.

“I’m sorry, Ajin. I-”

“Brother.”

With a slightly more forceful call, Seokju froze. He looked directly at Ajin. Ajin gave a faint smile and said softly.

“Hug me… please…”

“…”

“I’m cold…”

At those words, Seokju’s eyes widened. ‘I’m cold.’ That short phrase put him on edge. Before he could even think, his body moved first. Climbing back onto the bed, he wrapped his large arms around Ajin. The warmth he had taken from Ajin now enveloped him again.

“Ha…”

Ajin let out a short sigh, burying his face into Seokju’s shoulder. Seokju stroked his back, ran his hands down his arms, sharing his warmth, then pulled up the blanket that had slipped halfway down the bed. While thinking about going to the bathroom, how long it would take to get warm water.

Suddenly, Ajin grabbed Seokju’s p3nis. It had lost some of its size but was still thick and hard.

“Ajin…?”

Seokju raised his eyebrows at the inexplicable action. Was Ajin very angry? Was he thinking of breaking it? Well, even if that was the case, he had no intention of dodging. He wasn’t going to defend himself either. After all, his life had been one where it mattered little whether he had a p3nis or not. He had been a virgin until this age, so what did it matter?

But then, Ajin did something unexpected. Turning his body to the side, he aimed his rear at Seokju’s p3nis. The rear hole, which had been gaping from being thoroughly thrust into, now aligned with the head of Seokju’s p3nis, semen still oozing out.

Seokju, taken aback, tried to pull his hips back, but Ajin spoke with a firm voice.

“Keep going.”

“Ajin.”

“Keep going, quickly.”

Ajin turned to look at Seokju. His face was stubborn with lips pressed together, full of moisture. Tears were clearly visible, shimmering in his beautiful eyes.

“Keep me from thinking about other things.”

Ajin pulled Seokju towards him again. You keep reminding me of someone I shouldn’t think about. If this continues, I feel like I’ll go back to that time. You’re not that Kang Seokju. Cover up the Kang Seokju who left scars on me. Make me forget. Free me from that horrific past.

That room where the stakes were driven keeps chasing me. The wave patterns burned into me try to swallow me. You, dressed in black, keep choking me, gagging me, blinding me.

You keep, keep tormenting me.

Making me cry.

Making me want to see that person.

Making me curious about where that person who left me dead has gone. Making me miss him. But it shouldn’t, it keeps making me, me…

Ajin swallowed down his mixed feelings of resentment and longing, which had become like sludge. His pale face was distorted messily.

Seokju stared intently at Ajin.

“…”

Then, reluctantly, he inserted his p3nis into Ajin from behind. Unlike before, it was slow and gentle. Not too deep. He made sure Ajin could feel just enough pleasure.

“Huh…”

The now slick and loose rear hole easily accepted Seokju’s p3nis. Ajin, with his head turned straight, let out a soft moan. His cold body trembled pitifully.

Seokju hugged him from behind, moving his hips slowly. While stamping kisses on Ajin’s shoulders and neck, he also gently shook Ajin’s limp p3nis with his hand.

This s3x was not for satisfying desires or seeking pleasure. It was an escape, a comfort, a way to hide what must be hidden. It was a struggle to maintain the hard-won reality.

The strange s3x continued for a long time. Then, at some point, Ajin burst into tears. At first, it was a small cry, so small that even Seokju, who was close, might not have noticed if not pressed against him.

That cry quickly turned into sobs. Ajin did not hide his tears or his sadness. Or rather, he couldn’t.

“Huh, hic, huh…”

“…”

“Huh, gulp, huh… hic, huh…”

Ajin cried earnestly. His ears trembled, his chest heaved greatly, and his once cold body warmed up with the intensity of his cries. He shed all the tears he had accumulated over the long time.