Chapter 66
Ignoring the text from Woo Tae-joo, Si-yul shoved his phone into his pocket. He considered calling Woo Hyun-se, but the lack of a reply left him restless and uneasy. Si-yul pouted, changing his clothes. He pulled on a hoodie, then a thick padded jacket over it.
It was the jacket he’d bought with Woo Hyun-se on their last outing. He’d never owned a white padded jacket before. He’d always avoided them; they get dirty easily, and the cleaning costs were prohibitive.
Woo Hyun-se had simply given such clothes to Si-yul. Not cheap ones that would chafe his skin and leave it red and raw, but ones as soft and light as rabbit fur, warm enough to withstand even the fiercest wind, even with just one layer.
And that wasn’t all. In a world where everything could be done with a phone, Woo Hyun-se insisted on buying Si-yul a tablet and a laptop, saying they were essential for someone his age, bringing a new gift every time he visited. Even when Si-yul insisted he only needed the thought, that he wouldn’t use them anyway, Woo Hyun-se would just crumple up the receipt in front of him, his kind face breaking into a bright smile.
“If you’re not going to use it, throw it away.”
He meant the receipt, still in its plastic wrapping. That made no sense. Si-yul was aghast, carefully picking up the discarded receipt, smoothing it out to prevent tearing. Despite knowing it was crumpled, the ingrained poverty within him couldn’t disobey the command. Watching him meticulously restore the receipt, Woo Hyun-se, standing there with a crooked posture, used a lighter to burn it.
“Ah, Hyung!”
“Or should I burn these too? Break them. If Mr. Kwon Si-yul doesn’t accept them, they’re useless.”
He certainly gave gifts in a brutal way. Fearing that refusing would result in the shiny new gadgets suffering the same fate as the receipts—given Woo Hyun-se’s strength, he could easily crumple them like paper—Si-yul reluctantly accepted the gifts. And, ironically, he found himself using them frequently for watching videos and playing games.
Si-yul fingered the snow-white padding of his jacket, then pulled out his phone. He thought a quick call wouldn’t hurt. Busy people might not reply immediately; getting sulky over a missing reply wasn’t very mature.
He dialed the number and held the phone to his ear. The automated message announcing the recipient was busy was disappointing.
“So busy…,”
he muttered, ending the call. He dragged his feet dejectedly, leaving the changing room and crossing the hall. Just as he passed the bar and reached for the doorknob, his phone rang loudly, filling the quiet shop with its insistent sound. Si-yul jumped, pulling out his phone. It was Woo Hyun-se, the name saved exactly as he’d first entered it.
He answered brightly. As he said, “Hello,” he heard nothing. Thinking his ears were playing tricks on him, he tapped them, then pressed the phone firmly against his ear.
“Hello?”
Maybe he’d accidentally dialed the number. That was possible. Si-yul still didn’t remove the phone until he heard a response.
He was about to leave the shop, hand on the doorknob, when he heard a tap, tap on the small glass window. He hadn’t managed to put up the closed sign yet. He turned to tell them they were closed, and the face he saw beyond the window was so familiar, so ingrained in his mind, that it felt like he’d pulled it out of his own head.
“—Hyung!”
He never imagined Woo Hyun-se would be here. Si-yul’s face lit up, his expression radiating pure joy. He lowered his phone and opened the door. Woo Hyun-se, having also ended his call, took a long stride towards him.
“I was just about to call…”
He didn’t finish. Two large hands cupped Si-yul’s cheeks. Woo Hyun-se tilted his head and kissed him.
He registered the warmth of Woo Hyun-se’s lips before the chill of his hands, which still held the outside temperature. His lower lip was bitten, a sharp pain that opened his mouth to the intrusion. Woo Hyun-se’s tongue teased his palate, then sucked deeply before pulling away, seemingly reluctant. His hands still clung to Si-yul’s face.
“This shop—”
“I know.”
Si-yul gestured towards the CCTV above the door, but Woo Hyun-se didn’t even glance in that direction. Instead, he stepped fully inside, reaching behind him to lock the door. Si-yul tried to stop him, raising his elbow, but Woo Hyun-se easily subdued him and kissed him again. The hands that had moved from his cheeks to his chin were now warm.
Si-yul’s cheeks flushed. Woo Hyun-se’s unique scent, a familiar perfume, made the hairs on his arms stand on end. His inner thighs tightened, a shiver running down his spine as if someone had traced it with a damp finger. Their tongues tangled, and a sound, barely a word, escaped his throat.
“No. What if someone comes?”
Si-yul, fearing a compromising situation in his workplace, turned his head, trying to evade the intense heat. Woo Hyun-se’s lips moved to his neck. He sucked on the skin, then rubbed his nose against it, inhaling the scent, as if he’d been longing for this moment, desperately waiting for this opportunity.
“That’s why someone sent you that picture.”
Woo Hyun-se’s words, breathed against his neck, made Si-yul’s face burn. At the time, he hadn’t thought anything of it, but now, the memory was overwhelmingly embarrassing.
Where had he found the courage to do something he’d never done before? Overwhelmed by belated shame, Si-yul hung his head. Yet, he still pouted, resentful of the unanswered text.
“You didn’t even reply…”
“I wanted to see you. I rushed over, like a dog.”
That single sentence melted away his hurt at the unanswered message. Si-yul slowly raised his head, his pout disappearing.
Woo Hyun-se’s smile, however, faded. He stared intently at Si-yul, his gaze unwavering, like a predator eyeing its prey.
The scent intensified, the air thick with heat. Si-yul wanted to ask why he was looking at him like that, but the heat and the scent left him speechless, his lips barely moving. Woo Hyun-se, gripping his wrist hard enough to leave marks, swallowed Si-yul’s stunned lips.
Even in the dead of night, someone could unexpectedly arrive—a forgetful manager, a bartender, or a drunken customer who hadn’t noticed the closed sign and the dark shop, and might knock on the door. They might peek inside through the window, or the building security might call to inquire about any unusual noises.
Yet, Si-yul couldn’t resist. His body felt like it was burning, melting, turning to ash, then vaporizing. It was his body, yet it wasn’t.
As if disassembled and reassembled, his insides felt like they were melting, easily swallowing the thick dick. Even the scent alone made his own fluids flow uncontrollably, his inner walls slick and quivering like a jellyfish washed ashore, clinging to the invading dick.
His head swam. Below, his dick and anus were overflowing with fluids. From the moment the dick pushed into his entrance, or even before, his groin was slick with moisture.
“Hng, ah, ah…!”
When Woo Hyun-se pounded the spot where pleasure was concentrated, scraping against his inner walls, then plunging deep again and again, it felt like someone was drilling into his skull and injecting drugs directly into his brain.
His vision blurred, unable to tell if he was dreaming or in the middle of the shop. His limbs trembled uncontrollably, the climax in his lower abdomen erupting repeatedly in a torrent of semen, or perhaps something else entirely, something watery.
Si-yul was slumped on the table, completely undressed. He was only wearing white socks, his black underwear dangling from one ankle. One leg was raised, barely touching the floor with his toes. Woo Hyun-se held his hips firmly, occasionally lifting one leg completely off the ground.
Woo Hyun-se, on the other hand, had only removed his coat, unzipping it and undoing a couple of buttons near his neck, his hands firmly gripping Si-yul’s waist. Large, thick handprints were imprinted on his white skin.
The shop, with its radiator off, was gradually cooling down to match the outside temperature, but Si-yul’s back was slick with sweat. The flush on his neck had spread to his shoulder blades, like henna. His eyelids, cheeks, the tip of his nose, his lips, and even his fingernails were flushed pink.
The table where Si-yul was leaning was damp, the moisture clinging to his skin. The air around them was thick and humid, like a summer downpour.
“Ah, ah… Ah, there…!”
His tongue lolled out like a drunkard’s. He couldn’t remember how many times he’d come. He felt Woo Hyun-se cum deep inside him, but the mess inside him made it impossible to tell if it was his own fluids or Woo Hyun-se’s.
“Stop, stop… Hk, ugh!”
“Just a little longer.”
“No, ahk, uhh…!”
The “tonic” Woo Hyun-se had given him was draining away. Weakened, Si-yul stretched his arms forward, clutching the edge of the table as if to escape. He tried to curl up, but Woo Hyun-se wouldn’t let him. He pulled him closer, his grip firm on Si-yul’s waist.
His body swayed, and the dick that had partially withdrawn was swallowed whole again. Si-yul’s eyes snapped open. His abdominal muscles contracted, squeezing the dick, stretching and rubbing his membranes. Si-yul’s limp dick swelled, leaking fluid.
“It’s your fault, Kwon Si-yul, for sending that picture. Who sends such a lewd picture?”
The relentless thrusts finally lifted both his feet off the ground. Si-yul struggled, his legs kicking. He reached back to grab Woo Hyun-se’s wrist, feeling the tense tendons beneath his palm, before being slammed down again. Si-yul gasped, his shoulders hunching.
“When did I…!”
How was a picture of him eating toast lewd? Si-yul protested indignantly, but Woo Hyun-se ignored him. He grabbed one of Si-yul’s bent legs, pulling it up onto the table and gripping his flushed buttocks.
His anus tightened, clinging to the dick. The amount of thrusting had created a frothy mixture of fluids. Though the way his anus stretched to accommodate the dick was almost pitiful, Woo Hyun-se only licked his lower lip. When he rubbed the slick area with his thumb, Si-yul’s hips bucked.
“Did you send it to get off?”
“No, no…!”
He shook his head frantically, but it was to no avail. Woo Hyun-se pressed down on Si-yul’s cheeks until they flattened. Leaning his weight on Si-yul’s small back, he elicited a strangled moan. His thighs trembled, his inner flesh quivering.
