#Side Story 10
The thought of catching the bouquet at the ceremony kept spinning in Hwi-kyung’s mind. But the bouquet was usually thrown later in the wedding (assuming the bride didn’t use it to hit the groom). So Hwi-kyung still had time.
Like postponing important work until it became urgent, Hwi-kyung subtly pushed attending the wedding on time to a lower priority. He felt sorry for the bride, Yoon Se-young, but fortunately not at all sorry for the groom, Lee Sung-ha.
“If we’re going to do it, just once, quickly.”
“Alright. Let’s take these off a bit more so your pants don’t get dirty.”
As expected, Hwi-kyung fell completely for Gyo-ha’s petty seduction. People who live with excessive self-restraint are typically more vulnerable to addiction, and Hwi-kyung was no exception. As time passed, his defensive walls steadily lowered.
Gyo-ha would leap over those walls at every opportunity. It was even easier when Hwi-kyung was the one who pulled him in, like now. Hwi-kyung, having abandoned rational thinking, was particularly susceptible to external stimulation.
A hand wet with semen grabbed and spread Hwi-kyung’s buttocks. The hand that suddenly pushed inside opened the narrow hole without hesitation. The persistent touch probed the tight inner folds, expertly finding the familiar path.
To avoid moaning, Hwi-kyung buried his face between Gyo-ha’s neck and shoulder, breathing slowly. When he focused on the sensation of something pushing into him below, his insides involuntarily contracted. He knew relaxing would make insertion easier, but he couldn’t help it.
The process of widening the entrance for easier penetration was always arduous, no matter how many times they’d done this. His fingers quickly increased in number, bending at the knuckles to diligently stimulate the shallow spots inside.
“Just, hah, just, put it in directly…”
“You’ll tear that way.”
“We do it often, so I won’t tear, hng, ah…”
Perhaps because his head was buried in Gyo-ha’s shoulder, Hwi-kyung’s words were barely comprehensible. As occasional moans mixed in, his sentences grew longer.
But Gyo-ha understood these unclear sounds perfectly. Though he pretended not to understand when Hwi-kyung explained things clearly in normal situations… Feeling indignant, Hwi-kyung reflexively clenched tightly around the fingers probing his entrance.
“I can’t just put it in. You’re still too tight.”
As if waiting for that moment, Gyo-ha probed inside more persistently. The inner flesh, already accustomed to the invasion, clung to Gyo-ha’s fingers. Each time, Gyo-ha delved a little deeper, creating a path in the tightly closed interior.
The stimulation of shallow areas was already tantalizingly unbearable, but when fingertips prodded the pleasure point deep inside, Hwi-kyung’s waist involuntarily arched backward. As his barely maintained posture collapsed, Gyo-ha supported him with one arm.
Even after the fingers that had tormented him inside withdrew, the foreplay continued steadily. The dick rubbed slowly against the hole that had spread wantonly from all the stimulation. Hwi-kyung reflexively twisted his body to sit on Gyo-ha’s dick. He’d tried to insert it himself but slipped and sat down completely.
The weight pouring onto his dick made a faint moan escape from Gyo-ha’s lips as well. Despite having already ejaculated once by hand, his erection jabbed between Hwi-kyung’s thighs and buttocks, hard enough to be slightly painful when the soft skin made contact.
The space was vulgar and time was pressing. These facts heightened both their excitement. It felt like normal tastes were evaporating. Without further delay, Gyo-ha pushed his dick into Hwi-kyung’s entrance.
Perhaps thanks to the extended foreplay, the inside, swollen and red from stimulation, eagerly gripped the dick tightly. When the arm supporting his waist lowered and thrust deeply at once, Hwi-kyung’s head dropped. His neatly arranged hair became disheveled.
With penetration, transparent fluid dripped from the tip of Hwi-kyung’s reinvigorated dick. The position of facing each other while sitting seemed to persistently press against his sensitive spot. Though Gyo-ha knew Hwi-kyung was feeling excessive pleasure, he showed no mercy and thrust upward rapidly.
Time was truly running short now. At this rate, they’d obviously miss the bride’s entrance. Gyo-ha didn’t care about his brother’s wedding, but Hwi-kyung would later worry about missing it.
“B-hng, bouquet…”
“Bouquet?”
“Se-young, ugh, hic… Se-young…”
Not to mention, Hwi-kyung was supposed to catch the bouquet. The bouquet that the bride supposedly throws only to the next person to marry was going to be given to Hwi-kyung. Gyo-ha rather liked his future sister-in-law for this.
There was no time to dawdle if Hwi-kyung wanted to catch the bouquet on time. Instead of thrusting shallowly while gauging Hwi-kyung’s condition as usual, Gyo-ha suddenly pushed in deeply and repeatedly thrust upward strongly.
As a result, even Hwi-kyung’s moans came out muffled. When he inhaled heavily due to lack of oxygen, it was obvious to anyone listening that they were having sex.
Fortunately, Hwi-kyung wasn’t fully aware of this fact. Even if he tried to suppress his moans, the sounds of their lovemaking outside wouldn’t be silenced. Gyo-ha already knew that two or three people had come to the bathroom and left in shock.
He needed to finish before a manager rushed in shouting “You can’t have sex here!” Gyo-ha thought that would be rather interesting, but Hwi-kyung might collapse from shame.
Due to Gyo-ha’s relentless thrusting at increased speed, Hwi-kyung scratched his shoulder with his nails. Since he scratched over clothes, the marks remained on the expensive shirt. With pre-cum dripping from Hwi-kyung’s dick further dirtying the clothes, Gyo-ha looked like someone claiming “I just had sex” to anyone who saw him.
It was fortunate he had prepared spare formal wear just in case. He hadn’t anticipated getting entangled like this outside, but he couldn’t enter the wedding hall looking like this.
He couldn’t ejaculate inside either. There wasn’t enough time to clean up the semen, and attending the wedding after just straightening their clothes without proper cleanup was too much like a pulp fiction scenario.
However, pulling out his deeply embedded dick wasn’t easy. The inner walls gripped his dick like a living creature, refusing to let go.
If that were the only issue, he might have managed somehow, but Hwi-kyung, with his arms around Gyo-ha’s neck, showed no intention of letting go. Gyo-ha cradled Hwi-kyung’s cheek, who was lost in pleasure, and gave him small kisses. Each time he kissed him soothingly, their bodies pressed closer.
“Hwi-kyung.”
“Uh, yeah…”
“I’m going to pull out now, so lift your waist…”
Finally, Gyo-ha half-forcefully lifted Hwi-kyung slightly. His dick, on the verge of ejaculation, barely slipped out, straining.
However he had scraped the inside while withdrawing, continuous moans erupted from Hwi-kyung. Along with the moans, transparent fluid streamed from his dick that kept jerking back and forth. The pleasure seemed to have peaked from the repeated stimulation of the same spot.
Gyo-ha’s shirt and suit pants were now irreparably ruined. Hwi-kyung, who had been gasping from the blinding pleasure, was shocked to see the ruined clothes. His face showed disbelief that he was the culprit who had dirtied them.
But Gyo-ha, looking completely unconcerned, simply lowered his head to kiss Hwi-kyung. For Gyo-ha, it was actually fortunate that only his clothes were soiled while Hwi-kyung’s were merely wrinkled. At least Hwi-kyung could safely go catch the bouquet.
* * *
“Where did Gyo-ha go? He’s not outside either.”
“Who knows. He’ll be back before it starts.”
“What does this kid ever do properly? I sent him out to collect wedding gifts, and he’s run off again.”
“Just leave him be. Let’s not fight on a good day.”
“Why would I fight with Gyo-ha, Father?”
Jung-hye sighed deeply as she sat in the family section. Chairman Lee Baek-gyeong, seated in the parents’ section, murmured an old-fashioned proverb about even straw sandals having pairs, with a face drenched in regret.
“I thought neither of them would get married except for you, Jung-hye. Human affairs are truly unpredictable.”
“I know. Honestly, Sung-ha met a woman and his personality changed a bit… from vile to subservient in an instant.”
“You really don’t hold back with your siblings.”
“I can’t say these things to you, Father.”
The conversation continued with an informality that was hard to believe was between family members. But even during this, Jung-hye was scanning the hall. The person she was looking for also seemed to be absent, just like Gyo-ha.
Those two must have gone off somewhere together… Jung-hye deduced the situation immediately. She had detective-level judgment that would have made her successful if she’d become an investigator instead of an executive.
Fortunately, Hwi-kyung returned to the hall before the ceremony ended. Jung-hye observed Hwi-kyung sitting at the back of the bride’s guest section. Though the distance made it hard to see clearly, his formal attire, which had been neat just an hour ago, was definitely wrinkled.
Moreover, his disheveled hair looked unkempt. His flushed cheeks and loosely tied necktie were also suspicious. Jung-hye narrowed her eyes while looking for Gyo-ha, but not even a strand of his hair was visible until the latter part of the ceremony.
“Now, bride, please throw the bouquet!”
Gyo-ha slipped into the hall just as Se-young was about to throw the bouquet toward the guest section. Changed into a fresh, neat suit, unlike Hwi-kyung, he looked as if nothing had happened.
But witnessing his late arrival, Se-young unconsciously failed her aim.
Instead of throwing it to the guest section as intended, she threw it like a rock toward Gyo-ha who was standing at the back, failing both force and direction control.
“Huh?”
And Lee Gyo-ha caught that bouquet perfectly. The baby’s breath flowers woven into the bouquet swayed like rice stalks. Holding the bouquet that had flown like an assassination throwing star with one hand, Gyo-ha was speechless with bewilderment. A brief silence fell over the wedding hall.
“…Somehow I ended up catching this?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
