Taming the Obsessive Attachment

For some reason, his solar plexus felt heavy and uncomfortable.

He wanted to scrape out whatever was lodged inside. If he could wedge his fingers into his chest, he would claw it out, but the fact that he couldn’t was frustrating.

“Ah, what a shame.”

The trembling dishes neatly stacked themselves and flew toward the kitchen all at once. Soon after, the sound of running water and the squeaking of a sponge filled the air. Seo Eui-woo pressed the head of a toothbrush firmly against Kwon Jae-jin’s slightly parted lower lip.

“Alright, open wide.”

“…Ah.”

“I’m going to make sure not a single one of your teeth decays, so trust me and leave it to me.”

Seo Eui-woo gripped Jae-jin’s chin, forcing his mouth open. He carefully examined the red mucous membranes inside before slipping in the toothbrush and beginning to brush.

White foam formed as the bristles scrubbed against the pristine teeth.

Seo Eui-woo brushed Jae-jin’s teeth with extreme meticulousness.

He started from the front teeth, moving one by one to the molars, gradually pressing in deeper, until he reached the wisdom teeth, which had erupted perfectly straight. The tip of the toothbrush pushed firmly against them.

Kwon Jae-jin had exactly thirty teeth.

Two wisdom teeth had grown in on his lower jaw, while his upper jaw remained smooth and unbroken.

Saying he would brush his teeth had just been a spur-of-the-moment remark, but as he meticulously ran the toothbrush over each of Jae-jin’s evenly spaced, white teeth, an inexplicable sense of satisfaction bloomed within him.

A deep pull in his lower abdomen, a swelling heat—it was almost exhilarating.

It wasn’t even a guiding act, yet such fervor surged through him, leaving him bewildered.

“…Mmh.”

Kwon Jae-jin, who had been absentmindedly keeping his lips open, let out a faint sound and slowly lowered his eyelids. As his vision dimmed, the darkness welcomed him. A cool peppermint scent spread through his mouth.

Seo Eui-woo, his eyes burning with heat, studied Kwon Jae-jin intently and slowed his movements further.

He liked how Jae-jin sat obediently, accepting his touch with his eyes closed. He liked the act itself—pushing the foam-lathered toothbrush deep into Jae-jin’s defenseless mouth.

Seo Eui-woo already knew the exact number of Jae-jin’s teeth, but he counted them unnecessarily two or three more times as he thoroughly scrubbed. Once the pristine teeth gleamed with a polished shine, he finally turned his attention to the tongue.

If he pressed too hard, Jae-jin might gag like last time, so he carefully, almost teasingly, brushed over it.

Every time his tongue was touched, Kwon Jae-jin flinched ever so slightly. Seo Eui-woo stared at him, unblinking, as if completely absorbed in the sight.

Their breathing slowed, and it felt as if time had lifted, floating in suspension.

At some point, the unguarded excitement in Seo Eui-woo’s expression began to twist and distort.

Something massive, long buried deep within him, started to shift and crack, splitting open with subtle fractures.

A dark thing, long suppressed, stirred and raised its head. Like a coiled serpent, it was the very essence of his ability—the power that had grown alongside him.

Not the portion that merely leaked out onto the surface, but the true, monstrous core of his being, buried deep in the abyss.

Seo Eui-woo briefly halted his movements, exhaling a low breath.

He resumed brushing immediately after, but the atmosphere had changed drastically.

The air had turned thick, damp, and oppressive.

A subtle but chilling pressure weighed down, pricking against the skin.

…

Seo Eui-woo didn’t utter a single word as he finished brushing Kwon Jae-jin’s teeth.

And when it was done, the toothbrush in his hand crumbled to dust, disappearing without a trace.

“Jae-jin.”

Seo Eui-woo extended his large, calloused palm toward Jae-jin’s mouth.

“Spit.”

Jae-jin gathered the toothpaste foam in his mouth and spat it into Seo Eui-woo’s hand.

Seo Eui-woo clenched his fist, crushing the thick, white foam, and when he opened his hand again, it had vanished completely, leaving not a single trace.

His hand was spotless, as if freshly washed—or rather, as if it had never been touched in the first place.

Just like the toothbrush, the foamy residue had been erased from existence.

Jae-jin rinsed his mouth with the remaining water in the cup on the table. His mouth felt fresh, the lingering scent of peppermint cool and crisp—but none of that mattered in the slightest.

The uncomfortable tension was unwelcome. It was a sign of imbalance, of impending change.

Jae-jin averted his gaze, unable to meet Seo Eui-woo’s eyes. The weight of his presence clung to his soul, pressing down with an unbearable heaviness.

***

“Haa, there… It’s full.”

“Uh, ngh… Hhngh…”

Jae-jin trembled, arms shaking as he knelt on all fours atop the bed.

He had protested this position, saying he hated it, but the complaint had been dismissed outright—because it made it easier for Seo Eui-woo to lick him.

Just like last time, Seo Eui-woo had spent a long time sucking and licking his lower half, thoroughly drenching him.

He had learned that when he stroked Jae-jin’s cock, he would spill his cum almost immediately. And if he used that as lubrication, he could shorten the preparation time significantly.

So this time, he didn’t hesitate. His hands worked him over freely.

By the time Seo Eui-woo pushed his cock into the loosened entrance, Kwon Jae-jin had already come twice.

The guiding had barely begun, but Jae-jin already felt exhausted.

“You know…” Seo Eui-woo sighed from behind, “seeing your stomach bulge like this… it’s so satisfying.”

Seo Eui-woo’s cock was pressed firmly against Jae-jin’s abdomen, making it round and taut. Each thrust made Jae-jin’s stomach visibly ripple, molding to the shape of Seo Eui-woo’s cock. Seo Eui-woo, overcome with excitement, pressed his weight onto Jae-jin, pinning him down like a mounting animal.

“You feel it too, right? Here. Your stomach moving.”

“Stop… pushing…”

Jae-jin trembled as Seo Eui-woo pressed his palm against his stomach, feeling the shape of his cock through the skin. The sensation was overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.

“I think I really like your body, Jae-jin… How can a person’s body be like this?”

Seo Eui-woo moved his hand up, tracing the lines of Jae-jin’s abs before grasping his firm pecs.

“When I say I like it, I mean…”

Seo Eui-woo thrust slowly, caressing Jae-jin’s chest.

“I want it.”

Jae-jin shook his head, overwhelmed by the sensations. Even the slow thrusts were too much.

“It’s… too much… Just be quiet and… do it… Ah!”

Seo Eui-woo responded eagerly, slamming deep inside. His excited cock reached the deepest point, making Jae-jin’s body jolt.

“Just do it? Can I? You look like you’re about to pass out. You can’t even breathe properly.”

Seo Eui-woo pounded into Jae-jin relentlessly, like an animal.

“Ah! Ugh! Ah!”

“You didn’t want me to knock you out and guide, right? I was trying to be considerate…”

Jae-jin’s vision blurred, and his arms gave out. He collapsed forward, unable to maintain his position. Seo Eui-woo followed, pressing Jae-jin into the bed, continuing his relentless thrusts. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room.

“Ah! Eui-woo, please… slower… Ah!”

“Hmm? What did you say?”

“Ugh…”

“Can you handle it like this?”

“You… stop… doing that…”

“Okay. I should take it easy, right?”

“…”

“Say it, Jae-jin. Say it in your voice.”

“…”

“I want to hear you say it. Come on…”

“Please… go easy… please…”

“Haha, okay.”

Seo Eui-woo paused his vigorous movements, catching his breath. Jae-jin tried to steady himself on all fours but couldn’t lift his body. He remained face down on the bed, feeling humiliated. Seo Eui-woo, oblivious to Jae-jin’s feelings, buried his nose in Jae-jin’s sweaty hair, inhaling his scent. His hand continued to roam over Jae-jin’s chest, seemingly content.

“Ah… this feels good…”

Seo Eui-woo murmured dreamily, rubbing his cheek against Jae-jin’s hair. Despite the sweat, he seemed unbothered, completely satisfied with everything about Jae-jin—his skin, his flesh, his insides.

His hand moved up to Jae-jin’s armpit, gently tracing the crevice with his thumb before pausing. There, hidden from plain sight, was a small, dark mole.

“Wow.”

Seo Eui-woo leaned in to examine the mole, so small it was barely noticeable. He kissed it softly, then flicked it gently with his fingernail, a playful smile in his voice.

“Did you know, Jae-jin? You have a tiny mole right here on your armpit.”