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It took some time due to his intoxicated, unsteady body. Even while drunk, his eyes were red and puffy from fear, though it was rather admirable that he wasn’t crying.
“Let me tell you something first.”
“Yes.”
“Don’t run away.”
“Yes, I won’t run away.”
“Good. Then shall we proceed with your punishment?”
Choi Mujin turned off the gas burner. There was still food left, but he was no longer in the mood to eat. He led Haseo to the bathroom, which was quite spacious compared to the size of the apartment.
“Take them off.”
Haseo obediently removed his clothes as Choi Mujin instructed. Choi Mujin first took the wall-mounted showerhead in his hand. When he turned on the shower, cold water immediately poured out. As he directed it at Haseo, the slender body quickly began to tremble. Still, Haseo didn’t run away and accepted whatever Choi Mujin did.
“Tsk.”
Clicking his tongue, Choi Mujin turned the shower lever toward the hot setting—not too hot, not too cold. When he sprayed it on Haseo again, a small moan escaped from him.
“It’s warm.”
The alcohol seemed to have unlocked the restraints on Haseo’s lips. Fortunately, his emotions flowed out naturally.
As the warm stream of water poured over him, his body began to gradually relax. Haseo raised both hands to catch the falling water in his palms. Watching the droplets fall, somehow his mood seemed to bounce along with them. While he was absently staring at his palms, the stream of water suddenly changed direction.
Now striking his chest instead of his palms, Haseo slowly blinked at the sensation. He had never considered himself particularly sensitive, but the continuous stimulation created a strange feeling.
Haseo raised his head to look at Choi Mujin. He was examining Haseo’s naked body thoroughly with eyes different from usual. A light shiver ran down his spine as he felt the gaze traveling from head to toe.
“Choi Mujin-ssi.”
“Didn’t we agree you’d call me differently?”
“Mujin-ssi?”
This time there was no response from Choi Mujin. Only then did Haseo recall a certain term of address in his hazy mind.
“Hyung.”
Was it okay to call him that? It had been quite some time since he had called him “hyung.” The situation then and now was different. So he glanced at Choi Mujin for approval, but he didn’t seem displeased.
“Hyung.”
When he called again, Choi Mujin gave a slight nod. Ah, so this was the right way to address him. Haseo nodded back and pointed at his chest.
“It feels strange here.”
Under the persistent stream of water hitting his chest, his soft nipples had become erect. He had never thought of his chest as particularly sensitive, but there was a throbbing deep in his belly. Wondering about it, he looked down and saw his manhood was half-erect.
“Huh?”
He needed to cover it. But Haseo’s alcohol-affected body wouldn’t move as he wanted. As he floundered, Choi Mujin grabbed his forearm. It was a bit shameless, but Haseo took the opportunity to lean his body against Choi Mujin. Meanwhile, the water stream that had been targeting his erect nipples changed direction. Lower, a bit lower.
From the pointed tips of his nipples, remaining droplets fell.
“This isn’t right.”
Haseo anxiously tried to catch the water stream, but couldn’t.
“Trying to catch water?”
Only after hearing Choi Mujin’s words did Haseo come to his senses. If he wanted to stop it, he should grab the showerhead, not the water. But his hands wouldn’t move easily. Unless he was completely out of his mind, he couldn’t defy Choi Mujin once he had regained even a bit of his senses. After hesitating, Haseo meekly placed his hands on his chest.
His aim was to at least cover his nipples, but what he received in return was Choi Mujin’s low laughter. Water that had pooled at his navel flowed down his slender waist. When the stream that had been stimulating his chest reached his manhood, Haseo jumped in shock. If Choi Mujin hadn’t been holding him, he might have fallen face-first.
“Not, not there.”
Even though his voice was barely audible, Choi Mujin didn’t listen.
“Hnng.”
The rough water stream against his soft, delicate flesh gave Haseo a strange sensation. It hurt, yet maybe not. As it continued to touch his manhood, it grew fully erect despite itself. After hesitating, Haseo moved his hands to cover it. He knew this meant exposing his chest, but this was more embarrassing.
“Haseo.”
Choi Mujin only called his name, but Haseo knew what he meant. He removed his hands from below and instead squeezed his eyes shut. But even that soon became regrettable. Without being able to see, his other senses seemed to become more sensitive.
“Ah, ahh. I, I want to, hic…”
He wanted to rub his manhood. He felt like he could endure this situation if he could pleasure himself even a little.
“Do you really think so?”
Haseo nodded slowly.
“Then go ahead and touch it.”
Permission came from Choi Mujin. He wasn’t sure how Choi Mujin was responding to thoughts he hadn’t even voiced. Haseo’s mind was half-melted by alcohol, and he didn’t realize he might be saying everything he was thinking. If he had known, he would have tried not to think such things.
Haseo reached out and began to rub his aroused manhood. Although he had shared beds with others for various reasons, he wasn’t actually the type to masturbate frequently. Rather than spending time on physical pleasure, he often dwelled on past memories. Still, being a man who had done it before, he handled his manhood quite adequately.
He fondled the base and rubbed the shaft and glans with his palm. But as his sensitivity heightened, this alone wasn’t satisfying. His body craved deeper stimulation. And Haseo knew all too well what could provide that stimulation.
“Hyung, hyuuung.”
His small voice stretched out stickily. It sounded like he was whining, or perhaps pleading.
Haseo extended his free hand and rubbed the front of Choi Mujin’s pants. He seemed excited too, as a hard, hot mass could be felt through the fabric.
“Hyung.”
Tear-filled eyes looked up at Choi Mujin. He recalled when Choi Mujin’s manhood had pushed into his hole. It hurt a lot at first, but as he endured, he found himself gasping in pleasure. The manhood that filled his insides pressed firmly against sensitive areas. When that happened, he would cry out and moan involuntarily.
“No, Haseo. I can’t give you that with just this much.”
That’s too cruel. Haseo leaned his forehead against Choi Mujin’s chest, eyes shimmering with tears. Why wouldn’t he give it when he wanted it so desperately? What would it take then?
“Make one promise first.”
What promise?
“From now on, don’t drink alcohol in front of other people.”
It was a difficult promise. How could he seduce others without alcohol? Haseo wasn’t confident in his own charm. So he always used his youth and intoxication as weapons to take advantage of people. Of course, he knew it was wrong behavior. But when people are desperate, they tend to throw away morality.
‘Grandmother told me to be a good person.’
But Haseo couldn’t do that. He would do anything to keep his grandmother in this world. And when you do anything, people tend to become corrupted. Yes, that’s the kind of person Haseo was.
‘I’m not worthy of hyung.’
That wasn’t to say Choi Mujin was a cleaner person than Haseo. He had probably committed more crimes than Haseo. Compared to what he had done, what Haseo had done was probably trivial. Still, he couldn’t cling to Choi Mujin because he knew there was someone Choi Mujin liked. He wanted to be that person, but it would be impossible even if he were reborn.
Just thinking about it made Haseo dejected, and he thumped Choi Mujin’s chest repeatedly.
“Haseo.”
Even when his name was called again, he didn’t raise his head.
“Lee Haseo.”
Ah, this meant he should look up. Haseo straightened his body slightly and raised his head. When Choi Mujin called his full name, the feeling it conveyed was intense.
“Why did you suddenly become sulky?”
Earlier he seemed to read all of Haseo’s thoughts, but apparently not now. Haseo shook his head and then slumped down onto the floor.
Placing his hands on Choi Mujin’s firm thighs, Haseo fidgeted and pulled down the zipper of his suit pants. He wanted to use his teeth, but he hadn’t brushed them yet.
“Ah, right… brushing teeth…”
Haseo mumbled while sitting. When drunk, his thoughts jumped all over the place. And Choi Mujin seemed to understand all of it.
“You want to brush your teeth?”
When he nodded, a short sigh came in response.
“Alright, if you want to, you should.”
A toothbrush touched his unsteady hand. But Haseo lacked the strength to use it properly and dropped it once. After repeating this a couple more times, Choi Mujin lowered himself to meet Haseo’s eyes.
“Can’t even brush your teeth by yourself?”
He could, but strangely, he couldn’t refute it.
“Let me help you.”
A large hand lifted Haseo’s chin.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
