LM 66

He pretended not to see Woo Taeju’s message and put his phone in his pocket. He thought about calling Woo Hyunse but seeing how the other man hadn’t replied yet made him feel uneasy. Kwon Siyul pouted while changing out of his uniform. He put on a hoodie and layered a thick padded jacket over it.

It was the outfit he had bought when he went out with Woo Hyunse last time. Kwon Siyul had never owned a white padded jacket before in his life. He hadn’t dared to even consider it, as it would get dirty after just one wear and the cleaning costs wouldn’t be cheap.

Woo Hyunse had eagerly given such clothes to Kwon Siyul. It wasn’t the cheap kind that irritated the skin and left it red when worn, but clothes soft and light like rabbit fur, yet warm enough to withstand the biting cold with just one layer.

And that wasn’t all. In a world where everything could be done with just a smartphone, Woo Hyunse insisted that tablets and laptops were essential for someone Kwon Siyul’s age, bringing a gift each time he visited. Even when Kwon Siyul said it was the thought that counts  and probably wouldn’t use them much, Woo Hyunse would crumple up the receipt right in front of Kwon Siyul’s eyes and just smile with that kind face of his.

“If you’re not going to use it, throw it away.”

He was telling him to throw away something still in its plastic packaging. That didn’t make sense. Kwon Siyul, alarmed, carefully unfolded the discarded receipt so it wouldn’t tear. Despite knowing it was pathetic, he couldn’t resist the call of the poverty ingrained in him since birth. Watching this scene unfold with a crooked stance, Woo Hyunse then took the receipt Kwon Siyul had painstakingly restored and this time burned it completely with a lighter.

“Ah, hyung!”

“Should I burn those too? Or break them. They’re useless if Kwon Siyul won’t accept them.”

He gave gifts in such a menacing way. Fearing that those shiny new devices might end up like the receipt if he refused further, and knowing Woo Hyunse’s strength was enough to crumple them like paper with his bare hands, Kwon Siyul was left with no other but to accept the gifts. For something he had refused, he was using them quite frequently for watching videos and playing games.

Kwon Siyul fiddled with the snow-white padded jacket and took out his phone from his pocket. He thought a quick call might be okay. People could be busy and unable to respond, and it wasn’t very mature to get upset over one unanswered message.

He dialed the number and held the phone to his ear. The automated message saying the person was on another call was disappointing.

“Is he really that busy…?”

Muttering to himself, he pressed the end call. Dragging his feet dejectedly, he left the changing room and crossed the hall. Just as he was passing the bar and reaching for the door handle, his phone rang loudly, echoing through the quiet bar. Kwon Siyul flinched and pulled the phone from his pocket. It said “Woo Hyunse,” the name exactly as he had saved it originally.

He answered eagerly. He said “Hello,” but couldn’t hear anything. Wondering if something was wrong with his ear, he tapped it a few times and pressed the phone tightly against his entire ear.

“Hello?”

Maybe he had accidentally dialed the wrong number. That could happen. Still, Kwon Siyul kept the phone to his ear, waiting for the other person’s voice.

Just as he was about to grab the door handle to leave the store, he heard a knock on the small glass window. He hadn’t put up the “Closed” sign yet. As he turned his head to say they were closed, he saw a familiar face through the window—the very person he had been thinking about.

“Hyung!”

Kwon Siyul never imagined Woo Hyunse would come here. His face lit up brightly, like a rainbow blooming before one’s eyes. He lowered his phone and opened the door first. Woo Hyunse also ended the call and took a big step forward.

“I was just about to call…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence. Two large hands cupped Kwon Siyul’s cheeks. Woo Hyunse tilted his head and kissed him first.

Kwon Siyul recognized the warmth that touched his lips before the cool hands that held the outside temperature. Woo Hyunse bit Kwon Siyul’s lower lip, and when the other man’s  mouth opened from the sharp pain, he invaded. He tickled the roof of Kwon Siyul’s mouth, then inhaled deeply before reluctantly pulling away. His palms were still firmly pressed against Kwon Siyul’s face.

“The bar is here—”

“I know.”

Kwon Siyul glanced warily at the CCTV hanging above the door, but Woo Hyunse didn’t even turn his head in that direction. Instead, he fully entered the store, reached behind with one arm, and locked the door. When Kwon Siyul tried to block him with his elbow, saying they couldn’t do this here, Woo Hyunse easily overpowered him and kissed him again. His hand, which had moved from Kwon Siyul’s cheek to his jaw, felt warm to the touch.

A blush crept onto Kwon Siyul’s cheeks. Woo Hyunse’s distinctive scent, wafting through the air, made his fine hairs stand on end. His inner thighs tensed involuntarily, and goosebumps rose as if someone were tracing his spine with damp fingertips. As their tongues intertwined, sounds he couldn’t quite voice escaped as vowels from his throat.

“We can’t. What if someone comes in and catches us?”

Fearing they might end up doing something in this sacred workplace, Kwon Siyul turned his head, trying to escape the rising heat. Lips descended to his neckline. Sucking in a mouthful to taste, rubbing with the tip of his nose to inhale the scent. As if he had desperately wanted to do this, like someone who had been eagerly waiting for such an opportunity.

“Then why did you send such a photo?”

At Woo Hyunse’s words, breathed out against his neck, Kwon Siyul’s face quickly turned red. When he had sent the photo, it hadn’t seemed like a big deal, but looking back now, it was unbearably embarrassing.

What courage had possessed him to suddenly do something he’d never done before? Belatedly feeling ashamed, Kwon Siyul hung his head low. Yet, still upset about the lack of response, he pouted and grumbled.

“But you didn’t even reply…”

“I came running because I missed you. Like a dog. I skipped work just for you.”

With just those three sentences, the disappointment of not receiving a reply melted away at that instant. Kwon Siyul slowly raised his head. His lips loosened into a smile as if he had never been sulky.

In contrast, the smile gradually faded from Woo Hyunse’s lips. He stared intently at Kwon Siyul, not even blinking, like a predator eyeing its prey.

The rising scent grew stronger. It seemed as if even the air would be filled with heat. Kwon Siyul tried to ask why he was looking at him like that, but the steam-like heat and scent left him only able to part his lips slightly. Woo Hyunse, gripping Kwon Siyul’s wrist as if to leave a mark, consumed Kwon Siyul’s dazed and opened lips.

Even though it was the dead of night, someone could suddenly barge in. The manager who might have forgotten something, or a bartender, or a drunk customer who hadn’t noticed the closed blinds and turned-off sign might come up and knock on the door. Someone could peek through the glass window, or the building’s security might hear strange noises and call to check if everything was alright.

But even while feeling this fear, Kwon Siyul couldn’t resist. His body felt like it was sizzling and melting, as if it had burned to ashes and then vaporized into steam. It was his body, but it wasn’t his body at the same time.

As if completely disassembled and then reassembled, his insides melted, somehow managing to swallow to the base a pillar that seemed too large to take. Just the scent made his hole drip with slick fluid of its own accord, and his wrinkled inner walls clung to the pillar, soft like a jellyfish washed up on the beach.

His head was fuzzy. Below, his cock and hole were spilling all sorts of fluids. From the moment the fleshy pillar wedged into his entrance and forced its head inside, no, even before that, the area between his thighs was slick with flowing moisture.

“Hng, ah, aah…!”

When it thrust deep inside, pounding the bundle of pleasure, when it scraped along his wrinkled inner walls and relentlessly entered to the deepest part, striking his curved spot, it felt as if someone was drilling into his skull and injecting drugs directly into his brain.

His vision was blurry, making it impossible to tell if this was a dream or if they were in the middle of the bar. His limbs trembled like an addict’s, and the climax building in his lower abdomen kept bursting out as semen, or perhaps some other indescribable fluid came flooding out.

Kwon Siyul was bent over a table. All his clothes had been stripped off. He was wearing white socks, and his black underwear dangled from one ankle. His heels were raised in the air, barely touching the floor with his toes. Even that contact was lost at times when Woo Hyunse firmly gripped his hips and lifted him up.

In contrast, Woo Hyunse had only taken off his coat. With just his zipper down and a couple of buttons undone near his neck, he was strongly gripping Kwon Siyul’s waist. Thick, large handprints were etched onto the white skin.

The heater was off in the store, and the indoor temperature was gradually falling to match the outside air, but Kwon Siyul’s back was slick with sweat. The flush that had started at his neckline had now spread to his shoulder blades, coloring them like balsam flowers. His baby fat, cheeks, the tip of his nose, lips, and even his fingernails were heated and pink.

The table Kwon Siyul’s upper body was pressed against was damp with moisture, sticking to his skin, and the air surrounding them was humid and stuffy like a summer rainy season.

“Ah, aah…Ah, there, nn…!”

His tongue was slack like a drunk person’s. He couldn’t remember how many times he had come. It seemed like Woo Hyunse had ejaculated deep inside him, but he couldn’t tell if the churning in his insides was from his own fluids or Woo Hyunse’s semen.

“Stop, stop…Hic, ugh!”

“Just a little more.”

“No, ahh, ngh…!”

The nourishing tonic Woo Hyunse had so carefully fed him was now dripping out. As his strength was being sapped away, Kwon Siyul reached out his arms as if to escape, grasping the edge of the table. He tried to curl up his body, but Woo Hyunse standing behind him wouldn’t allow such an escape. He gripped Kwon Siyul’s waist and pulled him back.

His body swayed, and the half-withdrawn pillar was fully swallowed again. Kwon Siyul’s eyes flew open with a gasp. His internal muscles clenched inward, squeezing the pillar, and his membranes rubbed and scraped against it. Kwon Siyul’s cock, which had gone limp after coming so much, swelled up again, a drop of fluid leaking out.

“It’s Kwon Siyul’s fault for sending that photo. Who told you to send such a lewd picture?”

With merciless thrusts, both of Kwon Siyul’s feet finally left the ground. Kwon Siyul flailed, bending his legs. He reached back to grab Woo Hyunse’s wrist, feeling the pulsing veins under his palm, only to be struck even more forcefully. Kwon Siyul inhaled sharply, hunching his shoulders.

“When did I…!”

How was a picture of eating toast lewd, and how was it his fault? Feeling wronged, Kwon Siyul cried out indignantly, but Woo Hyunse didn’t listen. He grabbed one of Kwon Siyul’s legs that kept slipping and folded it onto the table, then firmly grasped his reddened buttocks.

The hole twitched, clinging to the pillar. They had been at it so long that a frothy mixture of fluids had formed. The entrance, stretched wide without a wrinkle to swallow the pillar, might have looked pitiful, but Woo Hyunse just licked his lower lip as if savoring the sight. When he rubbed the slippery surroundings with his thumb, Kwon Siyul’s waist jerked up repeatedly.

“Did you send it to make me masturbate?”

“No, no…!”

Though he shook his head vigorously, it did not manage to effectively convey his feelings. Woo Hyunse pressed down on Kwon Siyul’s cheek until it flattened. As he leaned his upper body onto Kwon Siyul’s small back, a choked moan escaped from Kwon Siyul’s throat. His tightly pressed thighs trembled, and his inner flesh quivered along with them.