HARD 33

“I never said you were sweet, hyung…. And I’ve never imagined a romance with you like something out of a game or a comic book. I know that’s all fiction. I even know now that you’re a sl… a slut… so what’s the problem?”

“You’re right. Mr. Gyuwon knows everything.”

Go Woonha played along appropriately. Cha Gyuwon, dazed as if he couldn’t hear any outside sounds, continued to speak without a break.

“It was love at first sight. I don’t care if you call me shallow for falling for looks. I liked you because you looked like an angel, and I still think you look like an angel. The fact that you’re sexually active… I understand that it’s not because of some special reason, but just for fun. I still like you, hyung. So you’re… like a philanthropist.”

Like a real angel…. Cha Gyuwon added gloomily.

Go Woonha, who had never once been a philanthropist, was bewildered.

However, seeing Cha Gyuwon’s expression, even his intention to play along was cut short.

“I just want you to tell me that you’ve seen me as a little special at some point, that there’s at least a possibility. No, you don’t even have to say it, just think about whether that has ever happened.”

After that, the meal continued in silence.

After running the dishwasher, the two of them sat facing each other with the cake between them. Go Woonha stopped Cha Gyuwon, who was about to get tea and plates, and made him sit down. He rummaged through the box and took out a candle. He had his own lighter, so there was no need for a match.

“There’s no need not to use it if you have it.”

It was originally intended for a different purpose. But he didn’t even feel like scolding him anymore. Go Woonha lit the candle and spoke calmly from behind the bright flame.

“I’ll tell you after the work is all done.”

“Pardon?”

“I need time to think, too. The day the work as Bearvy is finished and the video is completely approved. Let’s think about what comes after on that day.”

Go Woonha’s face shone behind the warm, flickering light.

“Will this be enough? The possibility you mentioned, Mr. Cha Gyuwon.”

“…Ah. It is. Of-of course it is. Yes!”

“And I’m not a philanthropist.”

The candle wax began to drip, but neither of them paid it any mind.

“I’ve never liked anyone and had no plans to, so don’t think that all the people you might have found by stalking me are my ex-lovers or something. It’s a first experience I rarely have, so I don’t want to be misrepresented when it comes to relationships.”

Cha Gyuwon muttered without realizing it.

“In that case… that first experience… I want to be the one to take it.”

At the honest words, Go Woonha burst out laughing.

Maybe because he’s young, he’s reckless and doesn’t stand on his pride. At this point, one would think his pride would be hurt enough to quit.

Cha Gyuwon is a good kid. Go Woonha readily admitted it. Honestly, he was too good to like someone like him. That, in other words, meant that he was a truly valuable person, but Go Woonha didn’t give up or throw away things just because they were too good for him. On the contrary, isn’t life rewarding when you obtain something you don’t deserve?

“Blow out the candle. I’ll give you a chance to make a wish.”

At that, Cha Gyuwon made the sign of the cross, as if he were serious. Go Woonha’s eyes widened, and he waited until he blew out the candle before asking.

“Were you Catholic?”

To that, Cha Gyuwon nodded.

“I even made a vow of chastity. I used to wear a purity ring….”

Go Woonha’s gaze naturally went to Cha Gyuwon’s hand.

There was a faint mark where a ring had been. It had almost faded, but it was just visible enough if you looked closely after hearing about it.

To think there was a guy who actually wore a purity ring, vowing to only have sex with a person he had promised to marry or was married to. Don’t tell me he got rid of it because of me?

“Are you really okay without a plate?”

Cha Gyuwon asked, showing the motivation to easily finish the whole cake.

Go Woonha muttered with a vacant expression.

“…Should we just end it now?”

“Absolutely not.”

It was an unexpected reaction. Cha Gyuwon didn’t cry or throw a tantrum, but stared at Go Woonha with his eyes wide open. Go Woonha detected a hint of madness in his gaze.

“You promised. Keep your promise. Hyung, my family hates it when people break promises.”

It was the image of a fine gangster that would have made Cha Gyuhan or his father proud if they had seen it.

Go Woonha smiled reluctantly.

The gloomily shining eyes were indeed enough to set off Go Woonha’s sirens. No, in fact, the warning lights had been flashing continuously. It was just that he had become so used to it that it had become a part of daily life, and he hadn’t heard it.

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Cha Gyuwon insisted that he wanted to see him get flustered again. Go Woonha retorted that he had never been. When he said he was just a little taken aback, not flustered, Cha Gyuwon pointed at the character on the screen and told him to look at that.

“He’s speaking bluntly, but he’s blushing right now. That means he’s flustered.”

It was something Go Woonha couldn’t understand.

“That’s just a character. No matter how much it imitates a person, it’s nothing more than a maximization of a cartoonish personality.”

At those words, Cha Gyuwon, who seemed to have backed down, pretended to let Go Woonha, who said he was going home, leave meekly, and then sucked his penis at the entryway. While pushing his penis deep into his throat, he poked Go Woonha’s behind with his fingers.

“Haah, that feels good… deeper inside….”

Go Woonha bit his lips hard, on the verge of asking him to put his fist in. His desire surged that much. Maybe it was because of the aftereffects of the morning’s sex, but he got aroused faster than usual. The sensation of the exquisite climax he had once tasted drove Go Woonha like an addict. Wanting to taste it again, Go Woonha forgot about going home and spread his legs at the entryway.

Pretending to listen to Go Woonha, who had turned around and was demanding he just shove it in, Cha Gyuwon pulled down his pants but didn’t actually insert himself. He slapped his butt with his penis, repeating it until it turned red.

“This kind of thing, heu, where did you learn it. Ah, it feels good… but right now, something else….”

On the verge of going crazy from the teasing, Go Woonha grabbed his own butt and spread it himself.

“You can just p-put it in. What we did this morning, hoo… there’s still some left.”

Then, resting his cheek against the shoe cabinet, he looked back and smiled with glazed eyes.

“Do you know that your cum, Mr. Cha Gyuwon, leaked out from inside me while I was at work today? I almost masturbated at the office.”

Pre-cum dripped from the tip of Cha Gyuwon’s dick. Even though Go Woonha was that stimulating, he kept swallowing and endured.

He wanted to see Go Woonha, who claimed he had never been flustered, redden at the neck and ears again, avoid his gaze, and look troubled. Cha Gyuwon pretended to insert himself, then knelt down and brought his lips to Go Woonha’s hole.

“Ah! Fuck… eugh, Cha Gyu, ah!”

Go Woonha’s hair stood on end at Cha Gyuwon’s act of repeatedly inserting and pulling out his tongue, deeper than in the morning, as if he were fucking him with his tongue. Curses came out on their own. The palm of his hand pressed against the shoe cabinet made a cracking sound. Hot breaths escaped his lips continuously.

Along with a wet sound, he heard the sound of him greedily sucking in saliva and air. Pop, when Cha Gyuwon pulled his lips away, his spine trembled as if his insides were about to fall out.

Cha Gyuwon looked up at Go Woonha with a wet face. His eyes were half-closed and glazed over. Cha Gyuwon asked, full of ecstasy.

“How was it? What’s the score?”

Go Woonha blinked his dazed eyes.

“Hyung. Is my tongue delicious? Next time, score this too….”

Cha Gyuwon asked as he put his fingers into the unresponsive Go Woonha’s entrance and fucked him roughly.

“You like pain, don’t you, hyung. How much do you like it…? What else should I do? I want to see you troubled, hyung…. Haa… you liking it but avoiding it because you hate it… why do I want to see that.”

While piston-thrusting violently with his hand, leaving red marks not only on Go Woonha’s entrance but also on the buttocks where his palm and wrist hit, Cha Gyuwon sucked deeply on Go Woonha’s pelvis. Then, he traced it with his tongue and muttered.

“I want to become a slut because of Go Woonha, too….”

Muttering, Cha Gyuwon moved his body and sucked on Go Woonha’s side. At some point, Go Woonha was in a stance of standing and bending his waist deeply. Cha Gyuwon, too, had somehow gotten between Go Woonha and the shoe cabinet and was sucking his nipple, fucking his behind, and with his other fingers, rapidly stroking Go Woonha’s penis. The beads at the tip of the handsome, large penis kept catching, and Cha Gyuwon thought that whenever his palm itched, he would be reminded of Woonha hyung’s dick.

“Hyuuung.”

Cha Gyuwon muttered, his eyes glazed over like a madman. His original plan to see a flustered Go Woonha was gone, and his reason had snapped.

“It’s like your dick has nipples too, hyung… like this, two of them.”

Go Woonha, who had been letting out continuous moans, looked down at Cha Gyuwon below him. His lips, which were panting, haa, haa, were red as if they would burst. Go Woonha asked.

“So, do you like it?”

“Yeah….”

“Open your mouth, heu, look.”

At those words, Cha Gyuwon obediently opened his mouth. Go Woonha felt a sadistic urge. When he spat the saliva that had pooled in his mouth, he accepted it without refusal and swallowed.

Watching that, Go Woonha trembled.

“Heu…! I’m c-coming…!”

Burying his face in his forearm, which was against the shoe cabinet, Go Woonha let out a cry of climax.

Go Woonha’s semen splattered on Cha Gyuwon’s hands and face. Go Woonha was wearing a three-piece suit with his tie done up to his neck, with only the buttons of his vest and shirt undone. If one could only see his face and neck, he was dressed neatly enough to participate in a video conference.

But the moment the area below his arms became visible, that image of a neat office worker would completely disappear.

“You’re eating that? You’re crazy, Mr. Cha Gyuwon.”

Go Woonha muttered.

“You gave it to me, hyung.”

“Haa… then should I eat yours too, Mr. Cha Gyuwon?”

Gyuwon, who was about to say there was no need, suddenly lit up his eyes as if he had realized something. Then he got up and turned Go Woonha around. Cha Gyuwon, who had switched positions so that he was trapped between his body and the wall, hesitated, but belying that hesitation, he spread the semen he had ejaculated on Go Woonha’s face and said.

“Actually, you want me to feed it to you, don’t you?”

Go Woonha stared at Cha Gyuwon, who had cut his sentence short.

As the silence lengthened, his gaze wavered as if he was thinking this wasn’t right, and he grabbed his face, pulled his lips open as if biting them, and kissed him. It was a kiss that couldn’t even compare to Cha Gyuwon’s in terms of skill.

“How did you know. This feels so fucking good right now. You’re doing well, Mr. Cha Gyuwon.”

Go Woonha let out a long, humid breath and pulled his tie loose.

“So, what are you going to feed me? Fuck, choke me a little today, too.”

Then he placed the tie in Cha Gyuwon’s hand.

No sooner were the words out than Cha Gyuwon lunged at him. Receiving a kiss that was like being licked by a large dog, driven only by greed, Go Woonha watched the entryway light that repeatedly turned on and off with their movements.

This is a problem. The kid is growing up to be too much my type. No, was he my type from the beginning and I just didn’t know? The warning lights are ringing so much that it has become a daily routine, and I don’t even hear it as a warning anymore, and rather than the rational judgment that this is wrong, I just liked this situation right now. I wanted to fuck until I felt like I was going to die. I wanted to roll around. And this, more than anything else, was an action that was very Go Woonha-like, very me-like.

To think that while doing something that was more me than anything else, I had to worry that a result unlike myself might come out. But worrying in advance wasn’t my style. The more I think, the more my appetite wanes. It makes me forget my intentions and blurs my goals. And… in the end, it’s not reason but emotion that moves. Everything was getting mixed up. Thoughts and situational judgment, it became clear that those were not things to be done now, and everything else became ambiguous.