Dirty Switch

Joo Taehyun blinked slowly. The tears he had been holding back to avoid crying fell in large drops.
“Does it hurt a lot? I haven’t come inside you even once yet.”
At least a few more times would be needed to see if your pheromones improve. While saying that, Seo Baekhan bent his index finger and wiped away Taehyun’s tears. His worried voice and comforting gesture were full of tenderness, yet the fierce cock lodged inside hadn’t softened one bit.

“...It doesn’t hurt, I like it.”
This was the truth. The tears were not from pain or sadness, but from an overwhelming sensation that was hard to bear. Taehyun wore as indifferent an expression as possible, hoping Baekhan wouldn’t misunderstand and think he was crying in shock from his words.
“And I’m not a virgin either. I’ve done it with you.”

Just look at that. Baekhan’s expression, with a slight twitch of his eyebrow, seemed to say exactly that.
Taehyun stubbornly met Baekhan’s gaze and held his ground.
Even the great Seo Baekhan didn’t know everything yet. Taehyun’s heart was deeper than Baekhan guessed, and he was no longer a seventeen or twenty-year-old kid.

Joo Taehyun had never beaten Seo Baekhan, but that only made him want him more desperately.
Though their marriage had started with a lie, he just wanted to stay with Baekhan as long as possible.
He only learned today that his eldest brother had visited Baekhan before their wedding. Also, that Busan was the best ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) travel destination in Korea, and that when he started college, he secretly drank and got so drunk his parents struggled to deal with him—he’d only heard that a little while ago...

Even if the end comes someday, even if the day comes when his lies are uncovered, things must not end this way. Absolutely not.
“Honestly, the people I met before didn’t have cocks as big as yours.”
Taehyun’s cracked voice sounded very tired, which made it easier to feign his usual gloom. This was much easier than sex that felt like his body was being torn apart.

“So, cough, I’m not very confident... but if you want, we can change positions. You said it’s my turn now, right?”
At the mention of turns again, Seo Baekhan let out a short, hollow laugh. Taehyun’s teasing was pushing his nerves to a thin line, but from his expression it was unclear whether it was still bearable or if he was close to his limit.
“Joo Taehyun.”

“Hyung, aren’t you tired? You’re the one who said to change positions, right?”
The long line beneath Baekhan’s eyes twitched just slightly, like a brushstroke.
“This is quite the honor. Hearing from you that my cock is better than other men’s. Thanks?”
Only after hearing Baekhan’s unusually sarcastic tone did Taehyun become certain. This time he had crossed the last line Baekhan could tolerate.

He had provoked Baekhan on purpose to divert his attention...
Since he abruptly proposed marriage, he’d never been this cocky with Baekhan. Or maybe this was even worse than then. Baekhan’s frequent smirks felt strangely uncomfortable.
Was it just his imagination? Judging by this alone, it seemed Baekhan actually enjoyed this situation and Taehyun’s insolent attitude.

“Ah, heh...”
No, it wasn’t imagination. Even just watching Baekhan’s cock still buried inside him thicken and grow confirmed that.
“...!”

Suddenly, his vision flipped, and Taehyun had to endure a pain so fierce he couldn’t even scream as his body was shaken violently.
Seo Baekhan shifted positions smoothly while still inserted. Not a small or easy body to handle, but Baekhan played with Taehyun’s like he was a soft doll.
Holding back nausea rising from the gut-wrenching pressure, Taehyun forced open his closed eyes.

Seo Baekhan was watching him with a calm expression.
A gaze full of curiosity swept over Joo Taehyun’s body, and as he unconsciously followed that look, he suddenly realized his hand was resting on Baekhan’s firm abs.
That was still all there was. Although he was mounted on Baekhan’s body, Baekhan’s hand was supporting beneath his buttocks, so he hadn’t fully settled down yet.

Still, for some reason, this felt embarrassingly intimate.
Compared to the previous position, where his legs had been spread to the limit exposing everything below to Baekhan, this position—riding on top and able to fully admire Baekhan’s proud face and body—felt far more shameful.
“...Hah.”

Taehyun took a short breath as if steeling himself.
It seemed easier than he had imagined... the position had changed suddenly, but he arrogantly thought it was more bearable than fretting alone.
...Maybe this time I’ll move first?

He subtly lifted his hips, trying to adjust the angle of Baekhan’s cock that poked uncomfortably inside, but Baekhan, watching his struggle, let out a short, deflating laugh.
“Trying hard.”
Baekhan’s hand supporting Taehyun’s waist and hips tightened.

“...!”
As his body lowered a little more, Baekhan’s cock plunged deep to the root. Like a ship hitting a reef and sinking, it happened in an instant.
Taehyun couldn’t even let out a groan this time, clutching his lower abdomen with trembling hands. He clearly felt Baekhan’s cock pressing beyond his firm abdominal muscles. It wasn’t his imagination—one part was abnormally swollen and protruding.

“Seems like it’s not too late to learn with your body.”
Taehyun shuddered lightly from the shock that felt like his inner walls and even his heart were being pounded—was it Baekhan’s cock inside or a fist?
“I told you not to tighten like that.”

Baekhan grabbed Taehyun’s hips as if to split them apart, then thrust his hips powerfully from bottom to top. Taehyun’s eyes rolled back as he shot clear semen weakly. There was nothing else he could do.
“This time I’ll come inside you.”
Baekhan’s relentless thrusting became a bit more fluid. His pubic hair, wet with the fluids Taehyun had leaked, tickled his bruised buttocks, and that sensation made Taehyun ejaculate again.

“When it’s all over, you’ll suck my cock clean, got it?”
Brushing off the semen that dripped over his belly, Baekhan muttered casually.
“Yeah, that’s how you practice fellatio.”

...What did that mean? Baekhan’s words didn’t quite register, but Taehyun couldn’t ask again, too dizzy from the shaking.
“Raise your hips, spread your legs wider. No, it’s better to put your hands behind you. Mm... yeah.”
Each blink felt like passing in and out of consciousness. Wrapped in Baekhan’s pheromones rising and swirling, Taehyun exhaled deeply.

Not joking—I felt like I was going to die.
Still, there were no regrets.
Neither from taking Dirty Switch to marry Baekhan, nor from striving to be a useful partner, nor from this punishment-like sex that followed.

...Whatever it was, I will never regret it.
***
— Director, what’s the matter?

“Oh, you already saw the message? You could’ve called me in the morning.”
Tightening the belt of his shower gown, Seo Baekhan stood before the table laid with liquor and snacks. The ice had mostly melted, leaving the drinks barely tasting right, but right now, even that was desperately needed.
— No, I was just about to sleep. May I ask what exactly you mean by “records of Joo Taehyun’s study abroad period”?

“Exactly that. From right after he went to America until just before we married... no, since we married, he’s often visited Washington, so I need all records from his childhood to now. Who he mainly met, where he ate, whether the Switch he bought matches the documents, and if he used the Switch, how he did... those kinds of things.”
— That’s not difficult, but judging from “matches the documents,” do you suspect there’s something beyond what DH and we have verified?
“Yes.”

Baekhan smirked crookedly, surveying Taehyun’s naked body, motionless as if passed out.
“I hadn’t cared much before, so I didn’t know, but my spouse seems to be a worse bastard than I thought.”