庆功酒 Success Toast

by New_Eyes

Summary:

《向着炮火片场记事》后续番外
Into the Fire On-Set Notes: Extra

 
走错路，难免看到不该看的。
Wrong turns lead to wrong sights.

 
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English version is available in Chapter 2.

Chapter 1: 庆功酒

 

看来咱们这片子是赚了点——听说今晚剧组把会所上下两层都包了。
一开始都聚在派对主厅喝酒，虽说挤了点，好歹塞下了所有人。监督、演员、剧组前辈在中心位置，资历稍浅的就坐得比较远或者站着。能躲在角落正好，没人管我看谁。

前几天隔着屏幕见了一面，现在见着崔胜铉真人，总觉得他好像不太一样了。我盯着他仔细研究，哪儿不一样了又说不清。
他穿着浅色西装，衬衣扣子开了几颗，坐在中间的沙发上，被挤在权相佑和车胜元前辈之间。样子还是那副青涩样子，可他那对反着光的耳钉偏能看出点妩媚味道。反正不再是片场那副清纯到死的模样。

我隔着酒杯瞄崔胜铉，过去劝酒的人来来回回，他被灌了不少，灯光下的脸开始泛红，微笑带点羞涩，不怎么说话。
他逐渐有点儿不对劲——头越来越低，肩膀还不时微微抖动。
我瞟了眼周围，好像除了我没别人发现——毕竟也没人和我似的紧盯。
我看崔胜铉快要伏到面前的茶几上了，忍着什么似的一直打颤。
车前辈像是注意到了，俯到他耳边关切了几句，然后和权前辈交换了一个眼神。然而他俩都没什么表示，依然坐着不动。
过了一会，崔胜铉似乎缓过来点，不再抖得厉害，又慢慢直起身子。面上倒没太多痛苦，只是脸带红晕、眉头微蹙，盯着面前的酒杯，魂归天外般眼色迷离。
我抿了口酒，再一抬头，崔胜铉已经贴到车前辈怀里了。
两个前辈终于有所行动，把他扶起来，和周围打了个招呼，说是要带胜铉去别的房间休息一会。

下酒菜没了，这酒喝得一下没滋没味。

不一会，李监督和金前辈也分别告退。几位大哥一走，剩下一群人胆子大起来，吵吵嚷嚷夸夸而谈，把剩下酒水全分了。勾肩搭背几几分组，有人说要继续喝，有人说要去按摩放松，几个平日好赌的提议换个房间打花牌。
我酒量也就到这，喝是喝不动了，道具组那小子说要不咱们也去牌局凑个热闹，我说行，你先去吧，我得先去放个水。
结果这地方跟迷宫似的，等我从厕所出来，那几个人不见了，我给那小子发简讯，问你们人呢，过了会收到条——上楼左转直走，最里面右手那间。

 

拉开这扇门之后三秒，我就知道全完了。
今晚喝下去的每一滴酒精瞬间从我毛孔渗出，化为冷汗蒸发殆尽。

——和我对上眼的，不是某个崽子输红的双眼，而是崔胜铉那双水光迷蒙的眼睛。
崔胜铉面朝着门，塌着腰跪伏在一张沙发床上，赤身裸体一丝不挂，全身只剩手腕上叮呤咣啷几个手环。
很显然他正骑跨在一个男人身上。大腿张开，贴在男人身上趴着。虽然看不清楚，但我估计他底下塞着根鸡巴。屁股高高撅着，屁股后头也贴着个男人，两手扶着他的窄胯做活塞运动。

这屋里没人因为我的出现而停下动作。崔胜铉被他身后的男人顶得一耸一耸，嘴巴微微张开，舌尖若隐若现。
安静的空气里只传来肉体拍打的潮湿水声。

我怔怔盯着他看。我知道我应该立即关上门装作从未打开过，可我跟踩了高压电似的挪不动脚。
我全身上下也只剩眼球能转，勉强辨认出半躺着的是金承佑前辈，笼在他身后的是权相佑前辈。十分庆幸前辈们基本还套着衣服，显得比较体面，要是在非工作场合看到大哥们光个屁股那我别混了。

「进来，把门关上。」
有个声音从我侧面传来。
此时我才注意到，这间装修精致灯光暧昧的包厢里还有其他人。
不止一个。
李宰汉监督和车胜元前辈都在这儿。

我僵直迈步踏入，按照李监督的吩咐，把门拉上，拉紧，顺便锁死了。

「正好。」李监督语气平淡，把手中的DV递给我。
「会用吗？」他问。
「……会。」我答。很难分清是语言中枢还是神经反射操控我开口。
「你拍全景。」李监督吩咐道。
「是。」我举起手中的机器。

李监督则从车前辈手中接过另一台DV，走近热火朝天的三人。他应该正在拍崔胜铉的表情特写。
崔胜铉没看镜头，而是看着李监督，满目春情，整张脸泛着潮红，舌尖从不太整齐的齿贝中露出来。

在我进来之前，这几个人大概已经操了崔胜铉一轮。除了李监督，其他人的裤裆拉链都是开的。
崔胜铉胸脯和乳头殷红肿胀，陈旧爱痕和新鲜咬痕叠成一片。

李监督捏起崔胜铉的下巴，大拇指碾着他的下唇。他一点点轻舔李监督的拇指，然后轻轻叼住那根手指吮吸起来。
似乎为了惩罚他偷懒，金前辈向上顶了两下。崔胜铉立刻乖乖自己动，配合着被后入的的节奏努力晃起屁股，卖力骑起来，两处肉穴都打出啪啪的水声。
他含着监督的手指哼唧，口水沿着手指溢出来一些，眼球微微上翻。
这么干了一会，金前辈握住他的腰，把他往自己身上压，往上狠顶几下，埋进去抖了抖，全射了进去。

见金前辈交待了，权相佑暂时停了动作，握住崔胜铉的腰把他从沙发床上拉起来。自己坐到旁边的单人沙发椅上，然后让胜铉背贴着他的胸口坐在他怀里，屁股里还插着他的鸡巴。权相佑把住崔胜铉的大腿，像把尿一样，让他双腿大开。

李监督比了个手势示意我靠近些拍，自己用手指撑开崔胜铉刚被射满的肉穴，拍下白精缓缓流出的特写画面。
我裤裆一下绷紧了，好在根本无人在意。

车前辈走到崔胜铉大开的双腿间，俯下身，揽起他两条腿，环在自己腰侧，把刚才已经撸得发硬的鸡巴捅进他还在流精的小洞。
「嗯…嗯…」身体里又同时吃进两根，崔胜铉低声叫起来，颤抖的尾音不知是害怕还是满足。
刚才他是骑乘位被后入，现在换了个个，变成坐在别人怀里，后面插着，前面又进来一根。车前辈把住胜铉的两条腿，权前辈握着他的腰。车前辈大开大合操起来，小穴里刚才吃进去的白精被噗噗捣了出来。
这个体位似乎对崔胜铉来说刺激很大，这么被操了十来下，他的舌头就全吐出来了，一伸一伸的，双眼翻白，哼哼个不停。

在片场的时候我可从没见过他被操出这种淫荡不堪的表情。到底哪种才是演技。

两根肉棒在崔胜铉肚子里隔着层薄肉一起磨他，还是相当拥挤，随着肉茎在他逼和屁股里捣进捣出，他瘦薄平坦的肚子微微鼓动。
权相佑前辈揉捏起怀中后辈饱满的奶子和乳头，碾弄拉扯，另一只手来到他的腹部摩挲。前辈的手掌随着肉棒捅进捅出的节奏，在崔胜铉小腹施力按压刺激他的迷走神经。崔胜铉被按得吐着舌头直叫，在权相佑怀里扭动挣扎，又被两个前辈摁住继续干。
他的哼叫逐渐成了哭叫，口水和眼泪一起往下流，爽得浑身发抖，随时要晕死过去的模样。

怎么他妈的骚成这样？
我纳闷到开始有点恼火。

「小声点。」
李监督指示崔胜铉。
于是他好像很努力地把叫声吞下去，变成哽咽吐出来，模样实在可怜。
车胜元放慢了干他的节奏，让他能缓一缓。抱着崔胜铉的权相佑也安慰似的开始亲他的耳侧和脖颈。他迫不及待地侧过头，头往后半仰着去够权相佑的嘴，想和前辈接吻。前辈却捏着他的下巴定住他，逗弄着亲他鼻尖和脸颊。他发出撒娇抱怨，这才如愿以偿，权相佑吻上他那张总是微微撅着的兔子嘴，两人亲得啧啧作响。
崔胜铉看上去应该很喜欢接吻，边亲边伸舌头，湿乎乎的，十分投入。两人接吻和做爱似的，互相吞吃吮吸。

车胜元还埋在他身体里，低头啃吻崔胜铉侧着头暴露出的脖颈锁骨，然后往下走，叼住乳头吃起来，大概是前辈的胡子蹭得他奶子又疼又痒，崔胜铉拱着腰想躲，又根本逃不开，双腿夹紧车前辈的腰，脚跟乱蹬乱蹭。

几个人又亲又嗦好半天，崔胜铉吭吭唧唧缓过来一些。随后车胜元揽着他的腰把他直接抱了起来，他屁股里的肉棒啵一声从后穴里滑出去。车胜元站起来，托着怀里的崔胜铉的臀腿把他往上掂了掂。车前辈个子很高，崔胜铉害怕掉下去，赶紧抱住前辈的肩头，肉穴猛地绞紧身体里那根玩意。
权相佑前辈也站起身，把硬挺的鸡巴又重新塞进他湿滑柔软的后穴，握住他的腰顶弄起来。
两人就这么站着操他，虽然操得没有坐着深，但胜在新鲜，悬空感让崔胜铉很紧张，前后都把前辈们进出的肉棒夹得紧紧的。
李监督的机位也来到了三人结合处的下方，从下往上这个角度拍两口小穴一起挨操的特写。

干了一会，权相佑示意了一下，车胜元便抱着崔胜铉来到沙发床上躺下，让崔胜铉骑趴在自己身上。
权相佑走过来，扶着崔胜铉屁股挺进去继续干，两手握住他的髋骨往前一个劲顶，操得又快又猛，臀肉腿肉的撞击声啪啪作响，和崔胜铉嗯嗯呜呜的呻吟声混成一片。又干了十好几下，埋在崔胜铉屁股里射了进去。
等屁股里的肉棒泄完了拔出去，崔胜铉也脱力地趴在车胜元前辈身上喘气，后面的小洞翕合着，一点点流出权前辈刚射进来的白精。

李监督的镜头来到前方，发现崔胜铉刚才竟被操射了，薄精混着腺液稀稀地流了一堆，阴茎半硬不软地搭在车前辈腹肌上。
崔胜铉看向脸旁的DV镜头，然后眼神又滑向李监督的脸，露出那种超级委屈的神色，像在求情。
李监督拽着他头发把他拉起来。
「很不乖。」
李监督让我接替他继续拍近景，把自己手里的镜头放下。
我此刻确认了崔胜铉和李监督大概真是那种关系，包养？恋爱？谁知道。
李监督也够恶趣味，自己不操，就喜欢看别人操自己的小婊子。还一次上好几个。

仿佛听到吐槽，李监督褪下裤子，释放出勃起的肉茎。
李监督扶着他的屌放到崔胜铉嘴边，在他脸上蹭了蹭。崔胜铉吞咽了一下，讨好地张开嘴，一点点把那根肉柱含进嘴里，卖力吮吸起来，嗦得双颊凹陷进去，鼻腔发出闷哼。
李监督按着他后脑，操了一会他的嘴，便退了出来，龟头在他唇边拉出水丝。崔胜铉意犹未尽地舔舔嘴唇，有点搞不明状况。

几个年长的男人交换了一下眼神，似乎在确认猎物该如何分割。
车胜元拉着崔胜铉往自己身上摁，崔胜铉立刻乖乖趴到前辈怀里，屁股撅起来，以为李监督要干他后面的穴。
李监督两手掰开他水光湿滑的软厚臀瓣，龟头只在后穴洞口蹭了蹭，便顺着会阴滑下去，往崔胜铉还插着一根屌的小穴里怼。
崔胜铉察觉到身后男人的意图，身体一下绷紧了，恐惧又难耐地扭着腰。
「不要……」
他又噘嘴，拧起眉头扭头向李监督撒娇。
「胜铉啊，乖。」
李监督语气温和，诱哄似的。但龟头依旧挨着另一根肉棒往里挤，强迫柔嫩紧致的逼口张开。
崔胜铉这下害怕得挣扎起来，被车胜元抱住。
「宝贝，别动。」车前辈哄着，把他按在怀里不让他乱动。
李监督挺身，把鸡巴一点点挤进那口绷得紧紧的蜜道里，强行塞进去半截。
「不要…不要…要坏了」崔胜铉摇着头一直哀求，在前辈怀里扭来扭去，结果一寸寸把穴里两根鸡巴吃得更深。
李监督看了看，估计这被操得烂熟的小洞能承受得住，一挺腰，把整根干了进去。两根肉棒把穴道填得满满当当，感觉一动就要把那肉缝撕成两半。
崔胜铉张着嘴发不出声音，啜泣哽在喉咙里，眼泪扑簌往下流。
李监督让我走近拍崔胜铉表情特写，然后自己拿起DV拍三人的交合处。崔胜铉听他这么说，想把脸埋进车胜元颈窝里，结果被捏着下巴抬起来。
他身后的男人往前顶弄起来，两根屌有节奏地开始一起操起他的小洞，崔胜铉也随之又哭又叫，浑身发抖，但是操他的两个人不为所动，一个抱着他往上顶，一个掐着他的腰往里撞，他的挣扎在前辈们的桎梏下于事无补。

我正拍着他的特写，发现他眼泪怎么变黑了，吓了一跳。随即反应过来他今天画了眼线？我还真没看出来，画蛇添足，没什么差别啊。看他化的那点妆全哭花了，我心中一动，从怀里摸出手帕给他擦了擦眼角。结果他眼泪掉得更多。睫毛沾成一丛一丛，像我隔壁邻居家小孩养的黑眼圈兔子。

我还在这怜香惜玉呢，抬眼一看，金承佑前辈去旁边拿了个毛茸茸的玩意过来，看样子是个兔尾巴造型肛塞。
金前辈给那玩意抹了点润滑，就往崔胜铉空出来的后穴里头推。但他下面的肉洞已经满满当当塞了两根，空间被挤占，推得很有点费劲。崔胜铉摇着屁股拒绝，被李监督狠打了几下臀肉，就不敢乱动了，身体发着颤，硬把那段兔尾肛塞吃了进去。

肚子里三根东西不断挤压他的腹腔空间，崔胜铉被折腾得开始干呕，双眼阵阵翻白，要随时晕厥的模样。他拼命扭了几下，然后不动了，大概是终于昏了，像个娃娃似的趴在前辈怀里，任由几个男人发泄欲望。

李监督把自己的DV放下，示意我过来接着拍，然后双手扶着崔胜铉屁股用力操起来。
我赶紧挪到后面，确保镜头把该拍的都拍进去——可以说毫无美感和构图可言，只有最直白露骨的肉打肉。不过那团兔子尾巴一颤一颤是挺可爱的。

双人一洞这么操了好一会，李监督拔出来，绕到前面，把崔胜铉耷拉着的脑袋拽起来，快速撸了几下，射到他脸上。
随后车胜元把怀里的后辈仰面放倒在床上，换成崔胜铉躺着。车胜元直起身跪坐起来，握着崔胜铉的大腿往里撞，一下整根挺入，崔胜铉啊了一声，闭着的双眼睁开了一点。崔胜铉仍旧晕乎乎的，眼神迷离，随着前辈的操弄嗯嗯地叫，声音和身体都被插得直抖，看样子快到了。车前辈加快节奏猛顶几下，闷哼一声，也射在这口小穴深处。
前辈拔出去之后，不用指示，我赶紧去拍这张被两根肉棍一起操过的逼——洞口现在完全合不拢，艳红肿胀的穴肉彻底外翻，看着很凄惨。

此时李监督走过来，按住崔胜铉小腹，往还在一颤一颤的肉穴里插了几根手指，手指弯曲，不断快速抠弄。
崔胜铉哭叫一声，像濒死的鱼一样用尽最后的力气扭动起来，想摆脱这灭顶的刺激，但被身上的男人用膝盖压住他一侧大腿，不准他逃走。崔胜铉捂住自己的嘴，把哭叫尽力闷回去，随着那几根手指在他体内用力抠挖，身子一抽一抽地发颤。
李监督的手指一拔出来，那小洞就开始喷了，每抽插一下，往外喷的淫水就把白精冲出来一点，不知道混了几个人的。

李监督把一手的水往崔胜铉大腿上抹了抹，倒了杯酒坐到旁边休息去了。但没人让我停，我也只能举着机器继续，记录崔胜铉高潮后躺在那一边犯晕一边痉挛的样子。
权相佑前辈已在一旁小吧台休息许久，便放下手中的啤酒，走到床边。我以为他要抱崔胜铉去洗澡，却见他又扶着家伙杵进那口还在抽搐的肉穴，崔胜铉呃嗯一声，腰弹了一下就不动了。
我怀疑崔胜铉今晚要被操死在这。

权相佑双腿抵住崔胜铉大腿根，一下一下，慢节奏地往里干。
崔胜铉被前辈温柔地操了一会，又来感觉了，半眯起眼睛，迷迷糊糊地扭起屁股来，唇齿间露出一点鲜红的舌尖。
权相佑看着他这样子就笑，「胜铉很舒服？」
「嗯…嗯……」崔胜铉酷似兔子三瓣嘴的嘴巴微微撅起来，也像微笑似的。
权相佑用力顶了几下，把后辈肚子里的白浆捣出来一些，顺着屁股缝往下流。他在两人交合处摸了一把，把手上的东西抹在崔胜铉脸上。「这么脏，嗯？」

权相佑把崔胜铉的双手拽到他小腹那按住，往里狠干几下，顶在深处，闷哼一声，泄了劲儿似的压在他身上。
我纳闷——前辈这回太快了吧？但随即发现不太对。前辈埋在里面不动，僵着腰，喉咙里压抑着低喘。射的时间未免太久了。
崔胜铉显然也感觉到了，身子开始一个劲往后缩，却被死死拽着手腕，不让他逃。崔胜铉的下腹逐渐微微鼓起，被灌得撑满。看来前辈刚才啤酒喝的确实不少。
崔胜铉咬着下唇哽咽，脸颊泛红，羞耻和快感混为一色，泪水挂在眼角，眼神实在委屈。
「乖，」权相佑嘴上哄他，「快了。」
权相佑发泄完一抽出来，滚烫的尿液便从穴口汹涌溢出。前辈接着摁着崔胜铉自己的手，在他下腹一阵猛揉猛按，那小穴里混着精水的浊液就被挤得咕啾咕啾一股股往外喷，比刚才的潮吹还壮观，流得沙发床上一片狼藉。
崔胜铉被这力道搞到彻底崩溃，涕泗横流，哭叫着求饶，可前辈压着他不松手，逼迫他把身体里灌进去的东西一点点排空。
等到什么都喷不出来，崔胜铉也没了挣扎的力气，双眼似阖非阖，躺在那一动不动。他脸是彻底哭花了，我又掏出手帕帮他擦了擦糊了一脸的泪水口水。
旁边前辈看我一眼，我有点心虚。

过了一会，李监督开口。「你帮胜铉泡个澡吧。」
只能是对着我说的。
我点头哈腰把DV放下。

我把那个已经透湿的兔尾肛塞从他屁股里拔出来，然后估量了一下，吸了口气，把床上的人打横抱起来，幸好崔胜铉骨架不大，肌肉量也一般，没多大分量。
包间配了浴室，设施挺齐全的。浴室里头雾气蒸腾，浴缸里已经放了热水，大概某位完事的好心前辈洗完澡后顺手放的。
我把崔胜铉小心地放进清水里。他舒服地哼唧一声，挪了挪位置，面对着我，背靠冰凉的瓷砖壁坐着，水漫到他胸口。他很自然地把两腿抬起来，膝窝搭在浴缸白瓷边缘。

「累…」他声音沙哑，眼皮半垂。「不想动…」 腿微微摆动，脚趾若有似无地扫过我的裤腿。意思再明白不过。没想到兜兜转转这给他清理内射的差事还是落我头上了。跟做梦似的。
我把右手袖口挽过手肘，单腿跪上浴缸湿滑的边沿，身体前倾，弯下腰，手探进温热的水里，水面荡开涟漪。我手指找到了位置，小心地探进去。他里面又软又热，还残留着滑腻的触感。我耐心地抠挖、清理。随着动作，混杂着白浊的液体一点点从前后两个穴口被带出来，像浑浊的丝线，在热水里晕开、扩散，慢慢沉下去。
「嗯嗯可以了，」他闭上眼，头微微后仰靠着瓷砖，「辛苦你了。」

我离他很近，能看清他脸上晕出一层细密汗珠。我鬼使神差地抬起没沾水的手背很轻地、快速地蹭了一下他的脸颊，想擦掉那点汗渍。
他微不可闻地抖了一下，睁开眼，还带着高潮后的迷蒙水光，那张天生就微微噘着的兔子嘴巴更翘了。我装着啥也没干准备离开——他搭在浴缸边沿的一条腿抬了起来，湿漉漉的脚掌带着温热的水珠，直接挪到了我身下，不偏不倚地抵住了我早已绷紧、硬得发痛的裆部。
我全身的肌肉瞬间僵住，大脑一片空白，所有的感官都集中在了那一点——那只温热湿润的抵着我鸡巴的脚掌，开始一下一下不轻不重地往上踩。布料摩擦着最敏感的顶端，湿热的压力隔着裤子清晰地传来。
我像今晚推开门那一刻一样被钉在原地。全身的血液都在往下冲，感觉下面要爆炸了。一晚上积蓄的欲望像绷紧的弦。他加了点力往上一碾，我被电流击中般一抖，隔着裤子射在了他的脚心。

我射完了脑子里嗡嗡作响一片混沌。短暂空白后，理智像冰水一样兜头浇下。
完了。我低头，裤裆那块的布料上清晰地洇开一大片不规则的水渍。他脚上的水，还有我自己刚射出来的精液。
我傻了，这等会怎么出门？
他应该察觉到了我的僵硬和懵逼，那只还踩在我湿透裤裆上的脚移开了，紧接着一把攥住我的衣领。我来不及反应，被他猛地往前一拽。
砰，哗啦。
巨大的水声炸开，我砸进浴缸，溅起的水花像小型瀑布，瞬间泼出去半缸水。热水呛进我的口鼻，我狼狈地扑腾着坐起来，浑身湿透，我抹了把脸，脑子还是懵的。
浴室门被推开一条缝，探进来一张脸。
「怎么了？」某个前辈的声音。
我坐在热水里像只落汤鸡，心脏狂跳喉咙发紧，挤出干巴的声音。
「对不起，前辈。脚滑了。」

只要全身湿了，就没人能看出我裤裆湿了。

崔胜铉撑着浴缸边缘站起身，水哗啦啦从他身上流下。我僵坐在浴缸，看着水珠顺着他饱满的大腿滑落，沁进地砖。他扯过旁边挂着的白色厚浴袍，把自己裹好，腰带随意一系。他拉开浴室门走了出去。门在他身后轻轻合上。

 

我找到正确的那扇门推开。
里面烟雾缭绕，牌局正酣。几张熟悉的脸转过来，看到是我，表情瞬间凝固，像见了鬼。
「操！你一晚上他妈去哪做鬼了？！」其中一个猛地站起来，烟都掉了，「一直不来！电话也不接！哥几个差点去报警了！」

冷水浸透的衣服贴在身上，又重又冷。我抹了把还在滴水的头发。「掉江里了。」我声音没什么起伏。
他们面面相觑，眼神里全是惊疑和茫然，张着嘴，一个字也吐不出来。

没有衣服可换。走出会所，凌晨的风瞬间穿透潮湿的布料，刮进骨头缝里，把我脑子里那点混沌、燥热和荒诞一一冷却。
真他妈冷，我一哆嗦，彻底清醒了。

 

—完—

Chapter 2: Success Toast

Notes:

〔sunbae: senior〕

Seems our film turned a decent profit—tonight the crew booked both upper and lower floors of the club.
Everyone gathered in the main hall for drinks. Crowded, but at least we all squeezed in. The director, actors, and senior crew occupied the center; those with less seniority sat farther out or stood. My corner spot suited me—no one noticed exactly who I watched.

Having seen Choi Seunghyun only through a screen days prior, he just felt…different, in person. I studied him intently. What exactly had changed?
He wore a light-colored suit, shirt unbuttoned several buttons, seated right in the middle of the sofa, wedged tightly between Kwon Sangwoo sunbae and Cha Seungwon sunbae. His face retained that boyishness, yet his earrings caught the light with a sharp glint, hinting at something unexpectedly alluring. Certainly not the picture of pure innocence from the set.

I observed him over the rim of my glass. People kept coming over to toast him; he drank heavily. Under the lights, his face flushed crimson. His smile stayed shy, words scarce.
Then, he grew visibly unsettled—his head sank lower, shoulders trembling intermittently.
I glanced around. Seemed no one else noticed—after all, no one watched as fixedly as I did.
He nearly collapsed onto the coffee table before him, body shuddering as if suppressing something.

Cha sunbae seemed to notice, leaning close to his ear to murmur a few concerned words, then exchanging a meaningful glance with Kwon sunbae. Yet neither took further action, remaining seated.
After a moment, Choi Seunghyun steadied somewhat. The violent tremors eased; he slowly straightened up. His expression showed no acute pain—just flushed skin, a slight furrow between his brows, gazing blankly at his glass as if his spirit had departed.
I took a sip of my drink. When I looked up again, he was already nestled against Cha sunbae's shoulder.

Finally, the two sunbaes moved. They helped him up, excused themselves to those nearby, announcing they’d take Seunghyun to another room to rest.

With my appetizer gone, the drink just lost its flavor.

Soon after, Director Lee and Kim Seungwoo sunbae also made their exits. With the top brass gone, the remaining group grew emboldened—voices rose in boisterous bragging, finishing off the remaining alcohol. They split into factions: some wanted more drinks, some suggested massages, while the habitual gamblers proposed moving to a separate room for a game of cards.

I’d reached my drinking limit. The props guy nudged me: Wanna join the card game? I said, Go ahead, I need to hit the restroom first.

The place was fucking labyrinthine. Back from the bathroom, I found they’d vanished. I texted the dude: Where are you?
Reply came: Upstairs. Left turn. Straight to the end. Last door on the right.

 

Three seconds after sliding that door open, I knew it was over.
Every drop of alcohol I'd drunk that night seemed to leach out through my pores, replaced by ice water.

—What met my eyes wasn’t some guy’s gambling-reddened stare.
It was Choi Seunghyun’s glazed, watery gaze.

Choi Seunghyun faced the door, back arched low, kneeling stark naked on a sofa-bed, adorned only by jangling bracelets on his wrists.
Clearly, he was straddling a man—legs splayed, torso pressed flat against the man beneath him. Though obscured, I knew a cock must be buried inside him. His ass was raised high; another man pressed close behind, hands gripping his narrow hips, thrusting mechanically.

No one paused at my intrusion. Choi Seunghyun jolted with each push from behind. His lips parted slightly, the tip of his tongue just visible.
The only sounds in the hushed room were the slick, wet slaps of flesh.

I stared, transfixed. I knew I should slam the door shut, pretend I’d never opened it.
But my feet were rooted, as if electrocuted.
Only my eyes could move, straining to identify: the man half-reclining beneath him was Kim Seungwoo sunbae; the figure looming behind, driving into him, was Kwon Sangwoo sunbae. Profound relief washed over me seeing the sunbaes mostly still clothed—relatively decent. Spotting a sunbae’s bare ass off-set was definitely not a good thing.

"Come in. Shut the door."
A voice came from my left.
Only then did I register others in the opulent, dimly lit room.
More than one.
Director Lee and Cha Seungwon sunbae were both present.

Moving stiffly, I stepped inside. Following Director Lee’s order, I pulled the door shut, firmly, and locked it.

"Perfect timing," Director Lee stated flatly, handing me his DV camera.
"Know how to use this?" he asked.
"...Yes," I answered. It was unclear whether language or reflex controlled my tongue.
"Shoot the wide shot," he instructed.
"Understood," I replied, raising the camera.

Director Lee took another DV from Cha Seungwon and approached the fervent trio. He was undoubtedly capturing close-ups of Seunghyun’s expression.
Choi Seunghyun ignored the lens, fixing his gaze instead on Director Lee—eyes brimming with desperate arousal, his entire face flushed crimson, tongue sliding out a bit between slightly crooked teeth.

Before I entered, they’d probably already fucked him for a round. Except for Director Lee, everyone else had their fly undone.
Choi Seunghyun’s chest and nipples were flushed and swollen, old love marks layered under fresh bite marks.

Director Lee pinched Seunghyun’s chin, grinding his thumb over the young man’s lower lip. Seunghyun lightly licked the thumb, then gently sucked the finger into his mouth.
As if punishing him for slacking off, Kim sunbae thrust upward twice. Seunghyun immediately obeyed, rocking his hips diligently to match the rhythm of being taken from behind, riding hard until wet slaps echoed from both holes.
He hummed around the director’s finger, drool leaking down the digit, his eyes rolling back slightly.
After a while, Kim sunbae gripped his waist, slammed him and drove up hard several times before burying himself deep, shuddering as he came inside.

Seeing Kim sunbae finish, Kwon Sangwoo paused. He pulled Seunghyun off the sofa bed by the waist. Settling into a nearby armchair, he positioned Seunghyun back against his chest, his cock still buried in the young man’s ass. Kwon Sangwoo held Seunghyun’s thighs apart, spreading his legs wide like holding a child during potty training.

Director Lee gestured for me to move closer and shoot. He then used his fingers to spread Seunghyun’s freshly filled hole, capturing the slow ooze of white cum in tight close-up.
My own pants tightened instantly. Luckily no one paid any mind.

Cha stepped between Seunghyun’s widely spread legs. Bending down, he hooked the young man’s legs over his waist and thrust his already hard cock into the dripping, cum-slicked hole.
“Ngh… ngh…” Seunghyun let out soft cries as two cocks filled him at once, the tremble in his voice unclear whether from fear or satisfaction.
He’d been ridden from behind earlier; now the positions flipped – sitting in someone’s lap with one cock in his ass, another pushing into his front.
Cha sunbae gripped Seunghyun’s legs, and Kwon sunbae held his waist. Cha fucked him in broad, deep strokes, the white cum inside getting churned out with wet, squelching sounds.
This position seemed intensely stimulating for him. After barely a dozen thrusts, his tongue lolled out completely, panting, eyes rolling back, moans spilling nonstop.

I’d never seen him wear such a lewd, ruined expression on set. Which one was the real act?

Two cocks ground against each other inside Choi Seunghyun's belly, separated only by a thin layer of flesh. It was incredibly crowded. As the shafts pistoned in and out of his cunt and asshole, his thin, flat stomach visibly rippled.
Kwon Sangwoo kneaded the junior’s full tits and nipples, pinching and pulling. His other hand slid down to the younger man’s belly, rubbing. Following the rhythm of the cocks thrusting inside, Kwon’s palm pressed firmly on Seunghyun’s lower abdomen, stimulating his vagus nerve. Seunghyun yelped, tongue lolling out, writhing and struggling in Kwon’s hold. But the two sunbaes pinned him down and kept fucking him.
His moans gradually turned into sobs. Drool and tears streamed down his face. Trembling all over from the pleasure, he looked ready to pass out at any moment.

How the fuck is he this slutty?
My confusion was starting to edge into irritation.

"Quiet down."
Director Lee instructed him.
So he seemed to try very hard to swallow his cries, letting out only choked whimpers instead. Looked utterly pitiful.
Cha slowed his pace, giving him a moment to catch his breath. Kwon, holding him, began comfortingly kissing his ear and neck. Seunghyun eagerly turned his head, half-leaning back to reach for Kwon sunbae’s mouth, seeking a kiss. The sunbae instead gripped his chin, holding him still, teasingly kissing the tip of his nose and cheeks. He made a petulant complaining noise and finally got his wish: sunbae kissed his perpetually slightly-pouted bunny mouth. They kissed wetly, lips smacking.
Choi Seunghyun clearly loved kissing. Tongue sliding out as they kissed, messy and wholly absorbed. They kissed like they were fucking, devouring each other.

Cha was still buried deep inside him. He lowered his head, kissing and nipping at the exposed curve of Seunghyun’s neck and collarbone, then moving lower to suck a nipple into his mouth. Probably the scratch of the sunbae’s beard against his tender nipple was painful and ticklish. Seunghyun arched his back, trying to escape, but couldn’t get away. His legs clamped tight around Cha’s waist, heels scrabbling against his back.

After several minutes of this kissing and sucking, Seunghyun’s whimpers subsided somewhat. Cha then wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him straight up. The cock in Seunghyun's ass slipped out with a wet pop. Cha stood, hoisting Seunghyun higher, adjusting his grip under the younger man’s ass and thighs. Cha sunbae was quite tall. Afraid of falling, Seunghyun quickly wrapped his arms around the sunbae’s shoulders, his cunt clenching tight around the shaft still inside him.
Kwon sunbae also stood up. He guided his hard cock back into Seunghyun’s slick, yielding back hole and gripped his hips, starting to thrust.
Two men fucked him standing like this. Though the thrusts weren’t as deep as when seated, the novelty and the feeling of suspension made Seunghyun tense. Both holes squeezed the pistoning cocks tightly.
Director Lee moved his camera beneath the trio, angling it upwards to capture a close-up of both holes being stuffed.

After a while, Kwon signaled something. Cha carried Seunghyun to the sofa bed and laid down, letting Seunghyun ride him, chest-to-chest.
Kwon approached, gripped Seunghyun’s hips, and thrust back inside. Holding his hipbones, he drove forward relentlessly, fucking hard and fast. The smack of flesh against flesh – ass cheeks, thighs – echoed loudly, mingling with Seunghyun’s muffled moans and whimpers. After another dozen or so thrusts, he buried himself deep in Seunghyun’s ass and came.
Once the cock finished pulsing and pulled out, Seunghyun collapsed limply onto Cha sunbae’s body, gasping for air. His back hole fluttered weakly, oozing the white cum Kwon sunbae had just deposited.

Director Lee moved his camera to the front. He noticed Seunghyun had actually come during that – thin semen mixed with pre-cum had spilled out messily. His cock hung half-hard against Cha sunbae’s abs.
Seunghyun looked towards the DV lens near his face, then shifted his gaze to Director Lee’s face. He shot an innocent look, pleading for mercy.
Director Lee yanked him up by the hair.
"Very naughty."

Director Lee told me to take over filming the close-ups. He set his own camera down.
At that moment, I confirmed Choi Seunghyun and Director Lee really did have that kind of relationship. Sugar baby? Lover? Who knew.
Director Lee had quite the kink himself – not fucking, just enjoying watching others fuck his little slut. And several at once.

As if hearing my thoughts, Director Lee pushed his trousers down, freeing his erect cock.
He guided it to Seunghyun’s mouth, rubbing it against his cheek. Seunghyun swallowed, then obediently parted his lips. He slowly took the thick shaft into his mouth, sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks, a muffled groan escaping his nose.
Director Lee gripped the back of his head, fucking his mouth for a short while before pulling out. The tip left a strand of spit on his lips. Seunghyun licked his lips absently, looking a little confused.

The older men exchanged glances, seemingly confirming how to divide their prey.
Cha pulled Seunghyun towards himself. Seunghyun obediently pressed himself against the sunbae's chest, raising his hips, assuming Director Lee was going to take his back hole.
Director Lee spread the glistening, soft thick cheeks of his ass with both hands. His cockhead rubbed briefly against the entrance to his back hole, then slid down his perineum, pressing against the front hole where another cock was already buried.
Seunghyun sensed the man's intention behind him, his body tensing instantly. Fear and restless need made him twist his waist.
"No..."
He pouted again, frowning as he turned his head to whine at Director Lee.
"Seunghyun-ah, be good."
Director Lee's tone was gentle, coaxing. But his cockhead kept pressing inward alongside the other shaft, forcing the tender, tight pussy lips to stretch open.
Now truly scared, Seunghyun struggled, but held fast by Cha Seungwon.
"Baby, don't move," Cha soothed, pinning him against his chest to stop his squirming.
Director Lee thrust forward, forcing his cock bit by bit into the tightly clenched honeyed passage, forcibly stuffing half its length inside.

"No... no... 'll break," Seunghyun begged, shaking his head and writhing in the sunbae's embrace, only succeeding in taking both cocks deeper inch by inch.
Director Lee assessed the situation, deciding the well-fucked little hole could handle it. He drove his hips forward, burying his entire length inside. Two cocks filled the passage to absolute capacity; it felt like a single thrust could tear the flesh seam apart.
Seunghyun's mouth hung open, soundless. Sobs choked his throat as tears streamed down his face.

Director Lee told me to come closer and film Seunghyun's expression. He then picked up his own DV to film the point where the three bodies joined. Hearing this, Seunghyun tried to bury his face in Cha's neck, but his chin was gripped and lifted.
The man behind him began thrusting forward. The two cocks started fucking his little front hole in rhythm. Seunghyun cried and screamed in response, his whole body trembling. But the two men fucking him remained unmoved; one lifted him with thrusts, the other gripped his waist and slammed in. His struggles were useless against the sunbaes' restraint.

Filming his close-up, I was startled to see his tears had turned black. Then I realized: eyeliner? I truly hadn't noticed. Pointless, made no difference. Seeing his meager makeup completely ruined, something stirred in me. I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the corner of his eye. This only made more tears fall. His lashes clumped together in tufts, like the black-eyed rabbit my neighbor's kid kept.

While I was busy playing the gallant fool here, I looked up to see Kim sunbae returning with something furry – it looked like a rabbit-tail butt plug.
Kim sunbae coated it with some lube and pushed it into Seunghyun's now-empty back hole. But the lower hole was already stuffed full with two cocks, space severely cramped, making it difficult to insert. Seunghyun shook his hips in refusal. Director Lee landed a few sharp smacks on his buttocks. He stopped moving then, body trembling, forced to take the rabbit tail plug inside.

Three objects inside him now squeezed relentlessly against his abdominal cavity. Seunghyun started retching, his eyes rolling back white, seemingly on the verge of passing out. He twisted desperately a few times, then went dead still – likely finally unconscious, lying limp like a doll in Cha sunbae's arms, letting both the men vent their desires.

Director Lee set his DV down, signaled me to take over filming, then gripped Seunghyun's hips with both hands and began fucking him hard.
I quickly moved behind them, making sure the lens captured everything required – it could be said there was no beauty or composition, only the rawest, most explicit flesh meeting flesh. Though the trembling little rabbit tail was kind of cute.

They fucked the shared hole for a while. Director Lee pulled out, walked around front, yanked up Seunghyun's lolling head, gave himself a few quick strokes, and came on the young man's face.
Then Cha laid the junior flat on the sofa bed, Seunghyun now on his back. Cha knelt upright, grabbed Seunghyun's thighs, and slammed his cock deep inside in one thrust. Seunghyun gasped "ah", his closed eyes fluttering open slightly. Still dazed, his gaze unfocused, he moaned "Mmm... mmm..." with each thrust, his voice and body trembling from the penetration. He seemed close.
Cha sped up, pounding fiercely a few times, groaned, and came deep inside that little hole.
After he pulled out, no instruction was needed. I rushed to film the hole that had just taken two cocks together – the entrance now gaping open, the swollen red flesh completely everted, looking utterly ravaged.

Director Lee walked over then. He pressed down on Seunghyun's lower abdomen and pushed several fingers into the still-throbbing hole. He crooked his fingers and rapidly scissored them inside.
Seunghyun screamed, thrashing like a dying fish, using his last ounce of strength to escape this overwhelming stimulation. But the man above him pinned one thigh down with his knee, forbidding escape. Seunghyun clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately muffling his cries. As those fingers dug forcefully inside him, his body convulsed in tremors.
The moment Director Lee pulled his fingers out, the little hole began gushing. With each spasm, spurts of fluid pushed out more of the white cum, impossible to tell whose was whose now.

Director Lee wiped his wet hand on Seunghyun's thigh, poured himself a drink, and went to sit down. But no one told me to stop, so I kept holding the camera, recording Choi Seunghyun lying there post-orgasm, half-fainting, half-convulsing.
Kwon sunbae, who had been resting at the small bar, put down his beer and walked to the sofa bed. I thought he was going to carry Seunghyun to wash, but instead, he guided his cock back into the still-twitching hole. Seunghyun whimpered "Uh...nn...", his hips jerking once before going still.
I seriously wondered if Choi Seunghyun would be fucked to death here tonight.

Kwon braced his legs against Seunghyun's thighs, thrusting in slowly, one stroke at a time.
Choi Seunghyun, being fucked gently like this, started feeling it again. His eyes half-closed, he began wriggling his hips dazedly, a flash of bright red tongue showing between his lips.
Kwon laughed seeing him like this, "Seunghyun feels good?"
"Mmm... mmm..." Seunghyun's bunny-like mouth pursed slightly, almost like a smile.
Kwon thrust hard a few times, churning up some of the white fluid inside the junior's belly. It trickled down his ass crack. He touched the place where they joined, then smeared what was on his hand onto Seunghyun's face. "So dirty, huh?"

Kwon grabbed Seunghyun's wrists and forced them down onto his own lower belly. He fucked in hard several times, buried deep, groaned, and collapsed on top of him.
I was puzzled – was sunbae finished already? That was fast. But then I realized something was wrong. He stayed buried inside, motionless, hips locked, a low, suppressed groan in his throat. He was taking too long to come.
Choi Seunghyun clearly felt it too. He started trying to squirm backward, but his wrists were held fast, denying escape. His lower belly began to swell slightly, stretched full. Kown sunbae must have drunk quite a bit of beer earlier.
Seunghyun bit his lower lip, whimpering, cheeks flushed, shame and pleasure mixed together, tears clinging to the corners of his eyes, his gaze truly pitiful.
"Good boy," Kwon soothed him. "Almost done."

The moment Kwon finished and pulled out, hot urine gushed from the hole. He then pressed Seunghyun's own hands hard against his lower belly and rubbed vigorously. The murky fluid inside the little hole, mixed with cum, was squeezed out in gushes – gush gush – more spectacular than the earlier squirting, leaving the sofa bed a complete mess.
Seunghyun was pushed to total collapse by this force. Snot and tears streamed down his face as he screamed and begged for mercy. But the sunbae held him down, forcing him to expel every last drop of what had been poured inside.
When nothing more came out, Seunghyun had no strength left to struggle. His eyes fluttered, neither open nor shut, lying motionless. His face was a total mess. I pulled out my handkerchief again and wiped the tears and saliva smeared across it.
The sunbae nearby glanced at me. My throat tightened.

After a moment, Director Lee spoke up.
"You help Seunghyun take a bath."
It could only be meant for me.
I bowed and put down the DV.

I took a breath and gathered him up, cradling his weight against me. He wasn't short, but slight of frame and lightly muscled— weighed less than expected.

The private room had an attached bathroom with decent facilities. Inside, steam fogged the air. The tub was already filled with warm water—likely drawn by some kind sunbae who'd finished earlier.
I carefully lowered Seunghyun into the warm water. He let out a soft, contented hum, adjusting his position to face me. He sat with his back against the cool tiled wall, water lapping at his chest. Then he lifted both legs, resting the crooks of his knees on the tub’s edge.

"So tired…" His voice was hoarse, eyelids half-lowered. "Can't move…" His legs swayed slightly, toes brushing my trouser leg almost imperceptibly. The implication was crystal clear. After all that circling, the task of cleaning out the creampies had still landed on me. Felt like a dream.
I rolled my right sleeve past my elbow, braced one knee on the slippery rim of the tub, leaned forward, and bent down. My hand dipped into the warm water, sending ripples across the surface. My fingers found their target and slipped carefully inside. He felt soft and hot inside, still slick with residue. I worked patiently, scooping and cleaning. With each movement, murky threads of whitish fluid seeped out from both entrances, swirling and diffusing in the hot water before slowly sinking.
"Mmm… enough," he murmured, eyes closed, head tilting back against the tiles. "Appreciate it."

I was close enough to see the fine sheen of sweat on his face. Acting on impulse, I lifted my dry hand and brushed the back of it swiftly, lightly, against his cheek to wipe the dampness away.
He trembled, opening eyes still glazed with post-orgasm haze. His naturally pouty bunny lips curved higher. Pretending nothing happened, I started to pull away—then his leg lifted from the tub edge. His wet sole, dripping warm droplets, moved directly beneath me and pressed firmly against the bulge in my trousers—already taut and aching.

Every muscle in my body locked. My mind blanked. All sensation concentrated on that single point—the warm, damp sole pressing against my cock, now stroking upward, one deliberate pump after another. Fabric rasped against my oversensitive tip. Heat and pressure radiated through the cloth.
I was pinned, just like when I’d first opened that door. Blood surged downward, threatening to burst. A night’s worth of pent-up desire was a drawn bowstring. He pressed up harder—a jolt like electricity hit me. I shuddered and came violently in my pants, against his arch.

White noise filled my skull post-climax. Then, like ice water dumped over my head, clarity returned.
Fuck. I looked down. An unmistakable, irregular wet patch soaked the fabric at my crotch. Water from his foot. My own fresh cum.
I froze. How the hell was I supposed to leave like this?
He must’ve sensed my panic. The foot withdrew. Then, he grabbed my collar. Before I could react, he yanked me forward.
Thud. Splash.
Water exploded. I crashed into the tub. A miniature waterfall sloshed over the rim, draining half the bathwater. Warm water choked my nose and mouth. I flailed, sitting up drenched, wiping my face. My brain still buzzed.
The bathroom door cracked open. A face peered in.
"What happened?" A sunbae’s voice.
Sitting soaked in water like a drowned rat, heart hammering, throat tight, I forced out a dry croak:
"Sorry, sunbae. Slipped."

If everything’s wet, nobody can tell your crotch is wet.

Choi Seunghyun pushed himself up using the tub’s edge. Water streamed off his body. I sat rigid, watching droplets trace paths down his full thighs and soak into the tiles. He pulled the bathrobe hanging nearby around himself, tying the belt loosely. He opened the bathroom door and walked out. It clicked shut softly behind him.

 

I found the correct door and pushed it open.
Smoke hung thick inside. The card game was in full swing. Familiar faces turned. Seeing me, their expressions froze—like they’d seen a ghost.
"Fuck! Where the hell’ve you been all night?!" One guy shot up, cigarette tumbling. "Never showed! Didn’t pick up! We almost called the cops!"

My soaked clothes clung, cold and heavy. I wiped dripping hair from my forehead. "Fell in the river." My voice was flat.
They stared at each other, faces blank with shock and confusion, utterly speechless.

No change of clothes. Stepping out of the club, the predawn wind sliced through the damp fabric, straight into my bones. It chilled the haze, the heat, the absurdity right out of me.
Fucking freezing. I shivered. Completely sober now.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of 炮火宇宙 What if INTO THE FIRE was a porno