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KS

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im too tired to stay up. will reply tomorrow !

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    he had grown accustomed to bum jumping right into the opportunity of becoming intimate with him regardless of where they were. always so eager to please—begging for sangwoo’s validation, in a way. it had always been like that, wasn’t it? while he watched the other pull down his pants and underwear, lavishing his cock with attention, he drawn back to the first time this had occurred. even then, his cheeks were rosy over how turned on he was. that lustful stare lost in the image of him while all he could do was place a hand on top of his head. a few strands of raven hair caught in between his fingers.

   “—you really enjoy doing this, don’t you?” the same could be said about everything else the two of them did. that lovestruck expression left him feeling some kind of way he couldn’t quite explain. “you’ve gotten better, too.”

      There’s no point in answering Sangwoo, especially since his mouth is occupied at the moment. He continues to stroke himself while slowly moving his head up and down, sucking on the top and then choking on it. Just imagining this inside him already has his cock leaking and if this continues for long, he might cum without Sangwoo having touched him at all. 

      He pulls away from the man’s cock with a soft pop, saliva still connecting the tip with his bottom lip. He’s drooling, tongue swirling around his lips to clean. “I love Sangwoo’s taste...” He shuffles closer so that his knees touch Sangwoo’s hips. He gently wraps his fingers around the wet shaft, pushing it against his own much smaller one. He moves his hips and his hands at the same time, rubbing the two together while moaning loudly. “Ahh.. Sangwoo... Sangwoo, I love you...”

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      his face when sangwoo is mean to him

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      Bum doesn’t wait long after asking permission. His hands are already positioned perfectly to hold his weight as he leans further in between Sangwoo’s thighs. His tongue runs from the base of his shaft to the top -- giving the tip of it a little kiss before taking it into his mouth. This isn’t his first time, nor will it be his last. His gag reflexes are seemingly non-existent now, so he’s able to fully take Sangwoo’s length in -- bobbing his head slowly. As he does this, one hand removes itself from Sangwoo’s thigh. He begins to rub his own erection slowly, moaning around the cock in his mouth. “Mmm... Hahh...”

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【腐】KS

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キリストらくがきー2。

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キリストらくがきー2。

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KYRIE

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      “I’m sorry.” It’s an immediate response given as the other approaches menacingly. He shrinks away and stumbles backward, arms flying up to protect his face from what he expects to be a harsh blow. This is what he gets for openly defying...

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杀戮跟踪

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Like for a starter?

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   sangwoo watches him go before he gets back into handling the body, outstretching the man’s limbs to begin cutting each of his limbs off. the scent of blood and death, all too familiar to him to bother him any more, and as he stares at the man’s face, he’s unable to suppress the grimace that takes over his expression.

   disgusting old bastard. the motion of the hacksaw increases as he thinks back to the tale the other told him, serving as his fuel to carry on with this task. piece of shit. sangwoo associates the image of bum and how defenceless he was against him, and thinks back to this man. the mental image leaves a vile taste in his mouth.

  “—why would he want to spare you…?” he wonders to himself in a low murmur, unable to look at the man’s face for too long without feeling disgusted by the mere idea of the things he did. the words that came out from bum’s lips continued to play as he dismembered the man and wrapped each limb on plastic paper. how could bum forgive someone like him?

   it took a while for him to be over with it, cleaning after his mess and placing the parts on trash bags to dispose later on. as of now, all that sangwoo wanted was to have a bath. he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so dirty after dealing with a body. with the apron and gloves now gone, he walked into the living room with only his underwear on to check on yoon bum.   “—enjoying yourself…? i’m done with it, but i need a bath. do you want to join me?”

      Surprisingly, the movie lasted just long enough. As Sangwoo entered the room, the credits just began to enter the last stage -- listing off the editors and background characters at a speed nobody could ever hope to actually read. That didn’t stop Bum from trying to piece together a few of the names, if only out of pure boredom.  

        The sudden appearance of his lover causes the smaller to jump out of his curled up position. His legs extend so that his feet brush the carpeted floor and give his upper body some stability. His gaze lingers on Sangwoo, trying to find anything out of place that might prove that his uncle is still alive -- that he fought against Sangwoo as he cut him up into little pieces. Nothing looks out of place... Sangwoo looks fine, and he says the job is done... “You’re... You’re sure? He’s... It’s done?” 

        The job is done. His Uncle is gone. He doesn’t need to worry about anything anymore. He can go back to being lovers with Sangwoo... He can go back to their ‘normal’ life, right? He slides off the couch slowly, keeping his arms wrapped around himself. He doesn’t make eye contact with Sangwoo, deciding to instead focus on the plush beneath his toes. 

        “Mhm...” He moves closer. “Then... Can we watch another movie, um, together maybe?” He didn’t have television back at home and so he’s rather enamored by the motion pictures -- even if it’s just some child’s cartoon.

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    hollow eyes stare at the body after hearing him say that, then back at yoon bum, wondering if it was his mind playing tricks on him the same way that he sometimes experienced. it could be difficult to differ fiction from reality in those cases, but there was nothing sangwoo could do other than to prove it to him by kicking the body. when there was no response, he looks back at him with an expression devoid of emotion.

  “—see? dead. i already made sure of it.” no matter how many times bum insisted otherwise, sangwoo had experience dealing with dead bodies. the man’s corpse was only getting heavier the longer he took on disposing him, sign that he was beginning to swell. there was no risk here.

     he keeps his stare on the body before placing his right foot against his chest, adding his weight by stepping on it. another proof that the man was long dead without being too graphic about it. sangwoo briefly considerate showing bum just that by ripping on of his arms with the hacksaw, but that was most likely going to startle him rather than reassure him. with a sigh, he looks back at him.   “—you will have to be by yourself while i finish this, or make me company. i doubt you’d want to see me do this kind of thing.”

        The relief he feels at seeing the body motionless and soundless after being kicked sickens him. How could he feel such emotion after witnessing such a horrendous act? The stench of death lingers in the basement and threatens to choke him. He takes another step back up the stairs. He’s now at the very top, where he can no longer see Sangwoo’s face. Just the body and the lower half of the killer’s body.

        “I-- I’ll wa-wait...” He’s quick to pass the threshold back into the home’s entranceway, shutting the door behind him and rushing into the room where Sangwoo had left him. Bum sits down on the couch and brings his knees up to his chest and stares blankly at the screen that flashes with moving pictures. The movie is still on, nearing the climax, but he’s lost on the actual story. He’s not paying attention now, either, sitting with his chin on his knees and waiting for Sangwoo to return. 

        The movie is loud, thankfully so. It slowly begins to distract him to the point where he’s no longer seeing movement. He relaxes, even starts to get involved in the plot even if it’s confusing since he’s missed some of the beginning... 

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   there’s no surprise over the answer that he’s given. however, his following words cause sangwoo to raise both of his brows as he stares at the other. somewhere between amused and indignant. he held onto the hacksaw to put it on display and give bum an idea of how he was going to do it. if only he had listened to what he said, he wouldn’t have to know.

    “—aren’t you a little demanding…? it seems you’ve grown quite comfortable around me if you’re able to speak your mind like that.” not that he was entirely opposed to the idea, but it could be dangerous. even if all this time, this was what he expected from bum, his authority wasn’t to be questioned. he was still the one on control. “—i told you o distract yourself with a movie. or did you miss me that much?”

        “...” Movement, again. He sees it out of the corner of his eye and yet the body still lays motionless whenever he brings his attention back to it. His grip on the railing tightens and his knuckles begin to whiten as he takes a single step back up toward the basement’s door. 

        “He’s... H-He’s not dead. Sangwoo, he’s not dead.” The movement won't stop. Every time he takes his eyes off the body, whether it’s to look at the floor or look at Sangwoo, his mind plays a nasty trick on him. The movie subsided it for a while, but the paranoia struck hard causing him to venture down toward the killer. “I’m... I don’t like being b-by myself...”

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        “N-No...” The trash in question moves. Bum’s head snaps to the side and eyes clouded with unshed tears blink rapidly, shaking away the paranoid illusions. The body lay still on the basement floor without showing any signs of moving seconds before. “Can... Can’t you hurry? I-I-- I hate it.” I’m scared.