Side Story 12
“Aren’t you cold?”
Geonho, with furrowed eyes, asked an unexpected question. He touched Siwoo’s scantily clad body with languid hands.
“Why are you naked?”
Siwoo, who had expected Geonho to raise his voice out of jealousy again, felt secretly relieved. Fortunately, Geonho was too drunk to even recognize what Siwoo and Seojun had been doing.
“I’m not cold. Go back to sleep.”
Siwoo covered Geonho’s eyelids with his hand to close his eyes. Though Geonho obediently closed his eyes, he continued feeling Siwoo’s body. Siwoo let out a hot breath, aroused by the large palm that clung to him like a magnet.
“Don’t undress. You’ll catch a cold.”
Drunk Geonho’s voice was calm. The lower than usual tone kept reminding Siwoo of a face that resembled his.
“Hik.”
The hand caressing his slender waist moved up to his chest. Geonho, with his eyes still closed, pressed Siwoo’s perky nipple with his fingertip and captured his lips. Reflexively responding to the kiss, Siwoo climbed on top of Geonho, their stomachs pressed together.
Meanwhile, Seojun was drinking. Seeing Siwoo’s lewd backside in Geonho’s arms made him crave alcohol.
Seojun’s hazy gaze, perched on the coffee table, fell upon Siwoo’s wet body. He drank as he watched the semen slowly flowing out from between Siwoo’s buttocks.
Even though Siwoo was now being sucked on in Geonho hyung’s arms, it was he who had soaked that snow-white body.
The lukewarm liquid scalded his throat as it filled his empty stomach. The alcohol that had only tasted bitter without Siwoo now tasted sweet.
“Move your eyes.”
Geonho, covering Siwoo’s buttocks with his leg, snapped irritably. He threw a sofa cushion at Seojun’s face, which was admiring Siwoo’s body. Seojun, his movements slowed, couldn’t dodge and took a direct hit.
Siwoo pinched Geonho’s forearm in response. He admonished Geonho with his eyes for raising his hand so easily and also bit his lower lip hard.
“That bastard is looking at your ass.”
Geonho kneaded Siwoo’s moist buttocks with an aggrieved look. Why is it so wet here? Siwoo grabbed Geonho’s chin as he tilted his head in confusion and stated confidently:
“Then you look too.”
Ah, so that’s okay. Geonho, blinking his relaxed eyes, agreed. He quickly made up and continued kissing, ignoring Seojun.
As expected of the clever Han Siwoo. He knows everything.
Siwoo entwined his tongue with Geonho’s, drinking in the even stronger alcohol scent from his mouth. Just from the smell, he could tell how much Geonho had drunk. It seemed like twice as much as Seojun.
Perhaps because of that, his movements were heavy and slow. Even his tongue probing Siwoo’s mouth wasn’t as rough as usual. As he slowed down, it made Siwoo more impatient. Almost as if he was doing it on purpose.
Geonho smiled at Siwoo’s ticklish breath and rolled his red eyes. Siwoo was already rubbing his erection against Geonho’s body.
“Do you want to do it?”
Though knowing the answer, he deliberately asked while stimulating Siwoo’s stiff nipples. Siwoo answered with a moan, “Mmm,” and wrapped his arms around Geonho’s neck. Geonho’s lips, wet with alcohol, curved slyly. Seeing his smile, heat rose in Siwoo’s chest.
Siwoo realized for the first time that it was possible to get drunk just from the smell of alcohol. And also that his stamina was better than he thought.
“Geonho hyung, take it easy.”
Seojun, putting down his glass, staggered over to the sofa. He pulled on Geonho’s leg, who was just teasing Siwoo while holding him like a doll. The fact that he grabbed his leg instead of his arm showed how out of his mind he was.
Geonho also warned him to get lost while flailing his free leg rather than the one Seojun had grabbed. Caught between the two, Siwoo frowned with a face dazed from the strong smell of alcohol.
“Stop, fighting.”
He was already tired of Kang Geonho and Yoo Jihan bickering, and now the maknae wanted to fight too, which made him angry. Seeing Siwoo huffing, both Geonho and Seojun closed their mouths.
“It’s so noisy, I can’t live like this.”
Siwoo covered his ears, shook his head from side to side, and clicked his tongue. The two Espers’ Adam’s apples subtly bobbed as they focused on his every movement.
Completely naked, with a flushed face, his grumbling only made them more aroused.
“Get along well. Understand?”
The gazes of the two nodding heads naturally traveled downward. Siwoo’s thin stomach and white buttocks, covered in sticky semen, were breathtakingly lewd.
“Answer properly.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
Siwoo, still not appeased, swept back his sweat-soaked hair with a scary face. Relaxing his muscles made him thirsty.
“Hey, that’s…”
“It’s alcohol…”
Before Geonho and Seojun could stop him, Siwoo grabbed a rolling bottle and gulped down the rippling amber liquid. But soon he threw the bottle away, shuddering at the sensation of his esophagus burning.
“Blegh!”
Geonho, who lightly caught the bottle, used his telekinesis to shove all the bottles into a corner.
“Water, I’ll get you water.”
Seojun hurriedly rose from the sofa to get water. But Siwoo didn’t allow it.
“It tastes so bad.”
Siwoo held Seojun’s hand and leaned his upper body toward Geonho. As if trying to erase the taste of the awful alcohol with Geonho’s kiss, he boldly invaded his mouth. Meanwhile, he pulled Seojun closer with his hand.
Geonho willingly sucked up every last drop of alcohol remaining in Siwoo’s mouth. Siwoo flinched at the strong suction pulling his tongue and groaned in his throat.
Completely holed by that addictive moan, Geonho stimulated Siwoo further by tightening his mouth. Thin precum dripped from Siwoo’s dick, which had become aroused just from kissing.
“Mmph!”
Siwoo’s body, lost in kissing Geonho, suddenly lurched forward. It was because Seojun had pushed him from behind.
“Haa…”
“Ah, hnng!”
Seojun filled Siwoo’s gaping hole without warning. Simultaneously, the wall clock behind Seojun shattered. Geonho’s misdirected telekinesis had smashed the clock instead of Seojun’s neck.
Siwoo grabbed Geonho’s collar and glared at him. Reading the savage warning in those blue eyes, Geonho immediately backed down.
Instead, Siwoo gave him more kisses. Geonho embraced Siwoo, who passionately traced his teeth and rubbed his mucous membrane, and curved his lips again.
Just being in contact with Siwoo dispelled all unpleasant feelings. Even Seojun’s moans didn’t grate on his ears. Alcohol was truly frightening.
“Ha, so fucking pretty. Han Siwoo…”
Geonho, looking up at Siwoo who lay on top of him, pressed their dicks together. Mere rubbing wasn’t enough. Geonho tightly embraced Siwoo’s body, which was already being rocked by penetration, and kicked Seojun’s abdomen with his foot.
“Hnng.”
Suddenly emptied inside, Siwoo got goosebumps and clung more tightly to Geonho. Geonho naturally filled the vacant space while pushing Seojun away.
The sound of Seojun cursing floated past the ears of the two entwined bodies. As his insides became tight again with a different sensation, Siwoo tightly closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Sometimes excessive pleasure felt like pain.
Geonho licked Siwoo’s parted lips while deeply burying himself in him. He meticulously caressed Siwoo’s body, taking his time until Siwoo’s crumpled expression relaxed.
Finally, when Siwoo began to move his hips first after catching his breath, Geonho grabbed both buttocks and began thrusting in earnest.
“Mmm, ah! Hnn, ah…!”
Siwoo trembled at the sensation of his insides being persistently stabbed, scratching the sofa with his toes. Geonho bounced his hips while pressing deeply into the place Siwoo liked. Siwoo’s entire body on top of Geonho shook greatly.
Sparks flew in Geonho’s eyes as he held Siwoo. The same was true for Seojun.
He swallowed the remaining alcohol in his mouth along with saliva and approached Siwoo with unfocused eyes. He moved slowly, like a beast with prey in front of it, bracing his knee on the sofa.
Seojun’s straight, long hands enveloped the snow-white buttocks. He raised his thumb to dig into the deep crease below the buttocks and exhaled a long breath.
“Haa…”
Seojun’s gleaming eyes flickered as hot as metal heated in fire. It was a color that would have enticed Siwoo had he seen it.
Siwoo tried to reach back to take Seojun’s hand again. But Seojun didn’t take the hand floating in the air; instead, he put it in his mouth and swallowed the white fingers. Both his hands were spreading Siwoo’s buttocks apart.
When he pressed the buttocks, the only part of Siwoo with accumulated fat, the hole already stretched to its limit was revealed. A dick with hideous veins was stretching the wrinkles taut and stirring up his insides.
I want to put it in too.
Seojun, who had consumed more alcohol, was out of his mind. All his actions came from instinct without passing through rational thought.
Seojun, with his eyes half-closed hazily, stroked the wet crease with his blunt dick. He briefly gazed at Geonho and Siwoo kissing frantically while holding the bouncing buttocks.
“Me too…”
He pushed his lower body forward, mumbling that he wanted to join in. The muscles of his raised buttocks tensed, and simultaneously, the narrow hole spread even wider.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
