So today was not only physically hot, but also a day that was hotter due to tension and nervous sweat in many ways.
“You’re late?”
In contrast, Woo Tae-seon’s house was cool to the point of being cold.
“My senior left work first, so I took the subway and it was a bit late…”
“Would you like some water?”
I nodded. Passing through the large entrance hall and the long corridor, my flushed face had already cooled completely, so I wasn’t hot anymore, but my throat was still a little dry.
Looking at me as I nodded, Woo Tae-seon turned his steps toward the kitchen while drying his wet hair with the fluffy towel around his neck.
After a long time with no return from Woo Tae-seon, a small but precise knocking sound was heard from his direction. It was the bent knuckle of his index finger lightly tapping the island-style dining table made of dark marble.
As usual, I awkwardly got up from the sofa where I had been sitting and headed toward where Woo Tae-seon had called me, while he continued to move busily.
On the cold table where Woo Tae-seon had called me, there wasn’t just water for me. Besides the cold-looking water bottle, there was an ice bucket with small water droplets formed on its surface due to the ice inside. And next to it stood a bottle shaped like a wine bottle but transparent inside. I couldn’t read the Russian writing on it exactly, but it looked like vodka.
And next to it, a glass with a wide rim.
“I don’t think you’ll drink this.”
“Right?” he asked, and I nodded.
I sat with just my buttocks on the edge of the home bar chair closest to me. And Woo Tae-seon leaned diagonally against the place closest to me, across the large table.
As silence flowed, even the trivial sound of opening the water bottle cap seemed loud.
As I emptied half the water bottle with small sips, Woo Tae-seon also filled his glass moderately with vodka and drank it slowly.
The water droplets that had formed on the surface of the ice bucket gradually grew larger and then trickled down, creating thin paths. It meant Woo Tae-seon hadn’t touched the ice bucket until then.
In the end, I was the first to put down the water bottle I had been holding.
“Have you finished?”
With his steady gaze still on me, I fidgeted with my fingers. I could move them because my hands were hidden from Woo Tae-seon’s direction by the table.
“Yeah. I’ll throw it away.”
I got up to pour the remaining water into the sink. I felt ominous about his sticky gaze. But the half of the water left in the bottle was meant to be spilled on the floor, not in the sink.
“Tae, Tae-seon.”
I broke free from the hand that grabbed me with all my might. As a result, the water bottle I was holding crashed to the floor, causing a loud noise to echo throughout the spacious and high-ceilinged house. The empty water bottle gradually stopped as it rolled on the floor, but he approached me very slowly yet certainly.
Even though I didn’t think I could escape, I shook my head and took small steps backward. After not even two full steps back, my tense buttocks touched the hard marble.
“Will you get up, or should I lift you up?”
What blocked me from behind was the island table.
From the protruding shoulder blades to the straight spine cutting through the center, down to the buttocks attached below. The hard and cold embrace made of marble enveloped me from behind, taking away all the warmth from my skin where it touched.
The shirt with buttons torn off would be rolling on the floor along with the empty water bottle. Like the shirt powerlessly taken away, I was trapped between his arms, unable to move.
Woo Tae-seon trapped and pressed me with his entire body. His groin, pressing against my center, did the same. With a heavy presence strong enough to penetrate the stiff denim texture, he was subtly spreading my legs that hung limply below the table.
Instead of sharp canines, a hot tongue swept up the pulsating blood vessels. Woo Tae-seon was the king of the jungle leisurely examining his hunted prey, and I was the prey frozen stiff before him.
Every time he sucked along the curve from my trembling neck to my rigid shoulders, the sound of anxiety jumping grew louder. Though I knew he wouldn’t bite my nape, I still flinched and trembled each time the tip of his teeth slightly touched between the adhered mucous membranes.
“Hnngh…”
My nipples, which had stood erect in the cool air, were sucked into soft lips. Woo Tae-seon, who had taken me into his mouth, rolled me according to his taste.
He licked me tenderly, then took even the areola into his mouth and sucked strongly as if to swallow everything remaining on the bottom. Sometimes he gently nibbled with light force, and sometimes he softly stroked with his broadly spread tongue, saying it was like rolling a small pomegranate seed in his mouth.
The more deeply the soft flesh enveloped my nipple, the more completely the explicit sound of the mucous membranes adhering surrounded me. If I had a little more strength, I would have wanted to cover my ears, which faithfully conveyed everything they heard to me.
“Does a man get this excited just from having his chest sucked?”
The side Woo Tae-seon bit again with a smile was the left. Today, strangely, he was persistently focusing on just one side, specifically the left breast.
“—Ahyuck!”
Crack, a sharp pain attacked my heart. My chest bounced up roundly toward the sky, like my inner desire to shake him off.
A light laugh touched the plump protrusion where deep teeth marks must have remained. No, a light laugh resonated within my chest. I realized that I had reflexively embraced Woo Tae-seon’s head in response to the sudden stinging pain.
“Did it hurt?”
It was obvious even at a glance. The difference between the swollen nipple that Woo Tae-seon had released and the other one that was just slightly raised like a peeking head. Of course, now one side was particularly swollen, but it would subside after a few days. Though I knew it was a temporary change, it was distressing.
The more stark the difference in change became, the more it felt like mockery of my contradiction. It seemed to ask: does it not change just because you don’t acknowledge it? Can’t you see yourself changing? It felt like that’s what he was asking.
My face flushed hot. The fact that all my emotions flowed as he directed was unpleasant, but nevertheless, I was still in Woo Tae-seon’s palm.
When his tantrum and whim focused on one breast, I anticipated what would come next. That he would make the other side the same. But my expectation was wrong. And what leaked through that gap was regret.
I was already changing. Woo Tae-seon was changing me.
“I thought this might feel neglected.”
“No, hah, nooo.”
Woo Tae-seon forcibly brought me there. I had to clutch my chest with both hands as he dragged them. Until Woo Tae-seon was satisfied, kneading the soft flesh of my flat chest that I had forcibly pushed together.
Too explicit to be a massage, too rough to be a caress.
“So you were disappointed that I didn’t penetrate you and only sucked you off?”
The malicious voice twisted both my breasts. Woo Tae-seon’s hands, or more precisely, my fingers trapped in them, pinched my nipples that protruded in different sizes.
I bit my lip every time the small nubs were pressed between my index finger and thumb. Even his dry touch, like seasoned firewood, was enough to ignite a tiny spark. Though I somehow managed to hold back my voice, I couldn’t swallow back my increasingly rapid breathing.
“…ngh, hnn.”
Woo Tae-seon’s hands fell away from moving me. His thumb gently rubbed my cheek as he cupped my face, like polishing a shiny apple.
“It suits you well. Keep going.”
Like a dying ember, I turned my head and covered my eyes in resignation, hoping that his gentler touch would not turn my averted gaze back toward him.
Woo Tae-seon looked down at me as he slowly emptied his half-filled glass. Lying naked under his burning gaze, I clutched my own chest and twisted my nipples.
Though Woo Tae-seon was the one drinking vodka straight, I was the one feeling flushed. Like the strong alcohol creating a hot path as it was swallowed, everywhere his gaze touched me felt the same. No, I thought perhaps it wasn’t his lingering gaze touching me, but that I was being swallowed by his hot mouth.
The small sound of the glass cup hitting the marble table rang loudly like a warning.
My lower garments, which came off easily this time too, slid down my skinny legs and fell limply to the floor. It was all the more shameful that the only things still on my body were two white socks.
My buttocks were pushed all the way onto the table. It was a more stable position than having to balance with my feet in the air while half-hanging, but for some reason, I felt tense and scared. I was anxious when Woo Tae-seon suddenly grabbed my wrists.
“…why.”
Whatever his whim was this time, Woo Tae-seon firmly bound my neatly arranged wrists above my head. He held them so tightly that I couldn’t even squirm, imprisoning me completely. Twisting my body in various ways wouldn’t hide anything. I was exposed, showing my entire elongated body.
Even though he could easily subdue me without doing this. The fact that I knew this made it all the more humiliating.
Just then, a sound like someone rummaging through a box filled with blocks broke my distracting thoughts. By the time my gaze moved toward the head of the table following the rattling sound—
“Ahck!”
What touched my chest was ice, cold enough to split me to the bone. Before the sensation could reach my head, I instinctively stretched my body, but with my wrists bound by Woo Tae-seon, even the places I could escape to were beneath him.
I felt like I was going to go crazy. I flapped my chest several times like a mudfish out of water, and lifted my buttocks into the air only to drop them back down with a loud sound. Despite twisting my body quite violently, Woo Tae-seon persistently followed, and the temperature that made my entire body feel like it was freezing didn’t disappear.
The ice cube crushed its angular edges between my nipple and Woo Tae-seon’s palm, dripping transparent water. The cold water ran down my exposed ribs as I held my breath with a gasp.
“Ahh, c-cold, so cold! Hah! Please, hah!”
Just as the coldness beyond cold was beginning to freeze me from my heart, a warm tongue licked up my shrunken chest.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
