Don’t Look at Me Like This…

The size alone had been overwhelming, making his lower abdomen seem to bulge outward. Now, as it swelled even larger, it felt like both the entrance and his insides might burst. It wasn’t an exaggeration—it felt like something was truly wrong with his body.

“Ahhk…! What is this, hngh, ah! Stop, sto-op…!”

“Haah, ha… Stay still… Fuuh, if I force it out, you’ll get hurt.”

Overwhelmed by the blinding sensation and fear, Haejin thrashed, trying to escape. But Beomwoo wrapped his arms tightly around Haejin’s struggling body.

It wasn’t about ignoring his pain or fear due to lust; if the knot had formed, he couldn’t simply pull out. Trying to force it could cause even more damage. It was common sense, yet Beomwoo was the one acting on it while Haejin was too lost in instinct. Beomwoo was the one holding him back.

If Haejin had any rationality left, he would have understood why Beomwoo was restraining him. But there was no way he could think clearly. Feeling like he was about to burst, like his body was breaking, he could only resent Beomwoo for not letting him go.

“Hnn, why… it hurts… Hic, take it out… Hnn…”

“…I’m sorry.”

As Haejin struggled tearfully, Beomwoo cupped the back of his head and apologized.

His rut had clearly hit, the knot had formed, his arousal was at its peak—yet seeing Haejin in so much pain and distress seemed to help him regain his composure, forcing restraint.

Knowing that simply accepting the knot was difficult enough, Beomwoo stopped his thrusting. But with the knot lodged deep and still growing, even staying still constantly stimulated the swollen inner walls.

Though Haejin writhed and groaned in pain, his inner walls squeezed the cock tightly, making it hard for Beomwoo to maintain his composure. His brow furrowed sharply. Taking a deep breath to control his excitement, he spoke as calmly as possible.

“Fuuh… To make it subside, I need to pull out halfway.”

“Hnn, ngh… I, I can’t…!”

Just staying still felt like dying, and now he wanted to pull out halfway?

Haejin shook his head, his face pale, saying he couldn’t. But Beomwoo said it was the only way. He spoke as if there was no other choice, soothingly pressing a gentle kiss to Haejin’s forehead. Still, it seemed he couldn’t bring himself to say it wouldn’t hurt.

Trying his best to soothe Haejin, Beomwoo slowly moved his hips.

“Ahhk! Haah, ah!”

“Fuuh…! Ngh!”

He seemed to be pulling back slowly, but it was no use. Staying still felt unbearable, and even the slightest movement was magnified tenfold. Even now, as he pulled back, it felt like his insides were being dragged out. Whether forcing it out caused injury or moving like this caused problems, either way, something was going wrong with his body.

He understood what Beomwoo was trying to do, but it was impossible. Just as he was squirming, trying to push him away, Beomwoo thrust his hips forward again, and Haejin’s mouth fell open.

“Hyaah! Haaah…?!”

The moment the cock pushed back in, it pressed against somewhere it had never reached before. A sharp, strange pleasure shot up his spine, and something trickled from the tip of Haejin’s erect cock.

Dribble…

The moment the hot liquid wet his stomach, Haejin desperately tensed his lower abdomen, trying to hold it in.

It wasn’t the sensation of ejaculation. He had just come, and besides… it felt closer to the urge to urinate.

Had he just made a mistake he hadn’t made since he was a child? Startled, Haejin hurriedly tensed his abdomen, trying to stop the feeling, and frantically checked below.

As he’d sensed, the liquid wetting his stomach was too thin and clear to be semen.

It didn’t have the distinct ammonia smell of urine, but he could only assume he’d had an accident. Forgetting the pleasure that had consumed him moments before, flustered with shame, Haejin half-turned, trying to get up from the bed.

“Hnn, ju-just a minute…! Bath, bathroom…”

“Haah, fu… What bathroom. I can’t pull out.”

Even knowing he couldn’t pull out because of the knot, his mind was so consumed by the need to get to the bathroom that rational thought was impossible.

When Beomwoo dismissed his plea as nonsense and refused to let him go, Haejin’s face went even paler, his expression one of despair.

He couldn’t go to the bathroom. He was barely holding it in by tensing his lower abdomen, but could he last until it was over? He didn’t think so. Just one thrust had made him leak a little; continuing would only make it worse.

Then… was there no avoiding making a fool of himself right in front of him?

The knot was Beomwoo’s doing, and if he explained, Beomwoo would likely understand it was an unavoidable situation. But separate from that, there were things he didn’t want anyone to see.

His mind went blank as if in a panic, but Beomwoo, unaware of his state, began to move his hips gently. It seemed he thought Haejin’s request to go to the bathroom was just a trick to get away.

Knowing there was no other way, Haejin could only deny reality and try to stop him.

“Ah, hnn…! Sto-stop! Please, just a moment, ngh…!”

“Haah, how long am I supposed to wait? I can’t, ngh, keep it buried inside forever, can I? Fu, not that I’d mind…”

Though Haejin begged him to stop, Beomwoo brushed it off, saying they couldn’t just stay still. He even joked that he wouldn’t mind staying connected with the knot forever, but it felt like some kind of new torture.

It must be torture for him too, so what was he saying with such nonsense? It was absurd, but this was no time to argue. Haejin hurriedly tried to stop him again, but there was no way it would work.

Just when the pressure seemed to ease, Beomwoo pulled back more boldly than before and thrust deep. Haejin had been tensing his whole body, afraid of another accident, and managed to hold on at first. But the thrusts didn’t stop at one or two.

He was barely holding on, but as his bladder was pounded again and again, each thrust more forceful, he felt like he was losing his mind.

It was too much. His limit.

“Haaah, ahhk!”

The tension he had been desperately maintaining in his lower abdomen gave way, and a copious amount of liquid burst from the tip of his erect cock.

Stars exploded before his eyes, his mind went white. He couldn’t see anything.

It wasn’t a trickle this time; with a shhhh—, a clear liquid arced and gushed out.

This time, Beomwoo saw it too. The thrusting that had been disregarding Haejin’s pleas stopped.

Only after he had already released half did his senses slowly return. Though he had already let some out, he frantically tensed his lower abdomen again, trying to stop the rest, but the flow didn’t stop.

“Ahhn, hnn, why do you keep… Don’t, don’t look…!”

“……”

Since he couldn’t stop it, he at least wanted Beomwoo to look away. He wanted to hide. He wanted Beomwoo to look elsewhere.

But even as Haejin begged, Beomwoo didn’t look away. If anything, he stared harder, and Haejin floundered, reaching down to cover himself with his hand.

But he had already shown this most primal side of himself. Covering it wouldn’t hide the sound of it still flowing, or the liquid soaking his belly and the bedsheet.

As time passed, the stream that had burst out like urine weakened, becoming a trickle, then stopping.

As the overwhelming urge to urinate faded, his scattered wits slowly returned. The realization that he had done this, right in front of Beomwoo, and that Beomwoo had seen it, left him in despair.

As he stared blankly at the liquid dripping through his fingers, Beomwoo, who had been silently watching, spoke.

“Fu… Haejin-ssi… What is this?”

“Hnn…”

“Here, it’s soaking wet.”

“No, don’t, don’t touch it…!”

As Beomwoo asked what it was, he ran his hand over Haejin’s damp belly, as if wanting to confirm.