Jaewoo nearly lost his composure and physical body the moment he finally got to touch this beauty, but hearing the gasps of begs rippling from underneath him broke everything within him. Any flash of ideas for causing the smaller one torment were swallowed whole by the immense wave of ecstasy rushing from the pit of his stomach down toward his dick. "Nngh-!" was all that could come out of (his mouth, that is) the undead boy-- an inconceivable amount of cum spilled onto the sweat soaked sheets, transferred first from the elder and now currently leaking out of the smaller boy. In a flustered panic, the ghost dissipated moments after climax; Jaewoo's entire being was suddenly slipping through the prostitute, bed, and floor.

Perhaps his soul could finally leave this earth with just how embarrassing this all was, as he felt as though he had died all over again. Speed was never something Jaewoo dealt with, whether in sports or the bedroom, it could count as a curse and a blessing. That is until tonight. Now a lone soul wandering around, naked and afraid, absconding into the void that was his own thoughts. Had... had the angel told him to hurt him? Had he got overly excited at the idea of someone wanting pain? Was the angel truly living up to the golden standard of prostitutes and their deep seeded (literally) issues? Who knew. The only thing Jaewoo could do was to let out a shaky sigh as he was trying to pull on a nearby forgotten pair of slacks to no avail. Much like the angel, he really was fucked.