Guests arrived one by one at the banquet event held in the main hall of the Taesan Group's guest house. Political, business, and legal figures with ties to Taesan, as well as influential figures from the press regardless of progressive or conservative leanings, entered the classically decorated banquet hall and took their respective seats. Yoon-shin, who had followed Se-heon, was one of them.
Truthfully, Yoon-shin felt quite uncomfortable at these networking events. If they gave him a piece of information, he had to return something of equal value, but he didn't have much to offer. Furthermore, since his older sister's divorce, he had avoided meeting people from the press, so even when Se-heon created opportunities for him, he rarely attended parties.
But this time was different. He heard that the judge presiding over his ongoing divorce lawsuit would be attending, so he purposely made time to come. The defendant's legal representative had a connection with the judge as former classmates, but he had nothing, which felt unfair, so he thought this was a good opportunity.
If there was no common ground, he had to at least grab a weakness. Even if he didn't necessarily use it and just let it fade quietly, the opponent would inevitably hold back, knowing he had that card. It was the most dangerous thing he had learned from Se-heon, but also the most useful.
"We meet in places like this too."
Looking around, Yoon-shin approached the judge who was greeting various people seated at a round table. No matter how thoroughly private the event was, it wasn't desirable for a judge to show their face at such a gathering. Knowing this well, the judge slightly hardened his expression when Yoon-shin acknowledged him.
"I didn't expect to see Attorney Do here. Did you follow Attorney Kang?"
"Yes. But I think that's something I should be saying. To see the judge in a place like this... It wouldn't be good if the court found out about this, right?"
"Are you picking a fight? Judges are human too. This will have a negative impact on the trial."
"We'd have to measure the fabric to know which is longer or shorter, wouldn't we? As you know, I might just lose the trial, but Your Honor..."
"Hey, Attorney Do."
"Of course, the presiding judge just needs to make a fair ruling. But since you came to the party, how about letting me in on which company's stock will hit an unprecedented ceiling next quarter?"
As he threw a subtly threatening message with a smiling face, the judge, who was about to flare up, surveyed his surroundings and forced an awkward smile in return. Perhaps feeling insulted by a lawyer much younger than himself, his jaw trembled faintly, visible to the naked eye.
There were eyes watching, and provoking him further here would likely backfire. Thinking it was better to make a quick exit at this point, he gave a brief nod of greeting and returned to the private room where Se-heon was.
There, he was conversing with a middle-aged man with a shrewd impression. He was the overall chairman of a powerful conglomerate whose face Yoon-shin also recognized. Yoon-shin carefully took a standing position at the table behind Se-heon. Because he was close by, he could hear the conversation quite clearly.
"For people in business like me, coexisting with lawyers is fate. It would be great if a talent like Chief Kang came and oversaw our legal team. You're not meant to stay in a firm like Doguk."
"Well. As you know, Doguk is a very good firm."
"But it's not number one. You dragged it up by the scruff of its neck to this point, so you've done enough. I won't let our Attorney Kang feel shortchanged, you know. I can treat everything, including welfare benefits, at the level of a subsidiary CEO. Plus, I'll organize the team to the scale and personnel you want, so your work will be much easier."
The man's blatant probing words had a clear intention. It seemed he was offering a headhunting opportunity.
Of course, the seven years promised to Mi-hee hadn't even reached its halfway point. But that was a timeframe calculated considering the worst-case scenario.
There was a time when work from Suhan almost completely stopped, causing a momentary stumble, but now Doguk had reorganized internally and was aiming for the stronghold of a top-three firm. An anti-Suhan front had formed among some companies, entrusting a lot of various consulting work here, and the lawyers, including Se-heon, fully met expectations. It was a blessing in disguise.
In this situation, if Se-heon threw a tantrum, CEO Song wouldn't stubbornly insist against it. Thanks to that, Yoon-shin found himself paying more attention than ever to Se-heon's continuing voice.
"I'm always grateful for the offer, but I don't move based on material conditions. Besides, if I were to belong somewhere, I prefer a law firm over a conglomerate. I can do a wider variety of work."
"That's disappointing. But you cut it clean every time."
"Please see me as a lawyer versus a client. Just like now."
It was a very good opportunity, but kicking it away without hesitation was just like him. Yoon-shin wondered if he himself was the reason for rejecting this offer, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.
If so, he would feel good; if not, it was fine. It was impossible for love measured with a ruler to be exactly equal. Yoon-shin had always hoped that Se-heon would like him much more, but now he felt it didn't matter even if he liked Se-heon more.
"Speaking of which, I heard you've been busy lately. Can I chip in a bit? For overseas M&A, there's absolutely no domestic lawyer that catches my eye. If you're okay with it, I'd like to visit the firm in person."
"An owner doesn't need to come to the firm for a single project. You can send a representative."
"How can I send a representative to meet Attorney Kang? I'll go myself."
"Then I will tell my secretary to set up a schedule."
"I'd appreciate it if you make time. I'm counting on you."
Tap, tap. The man patted his shoulder as if encouraging him, then moved to another room guided by a banquet helper. Only then did Se-heon approach Yoon-shin's side. After returning greetings to those bowing in silence, he glanced at Yoon-shin, leaned his upper body closer, and asked in a whisper.
"Did you give him a hint that if he screws up the trial, you'll both be screwed?"
"To the judge? Yes, his jaw was trembling like this."
As he leaned forward to hear the answer more clearly, the gray tie he had gifted fluttered slightly. Yoon-shin felt an impulse to grab it and do something to him, and averted his gaze. Then, as if he couldn't stand their eyes missing each other even for that short moment, Se-heon snapped his fingers right in front of Yoon-shin's eyes.
"Why, does threatening someone make you feel a pang of conscience?"
"No. I need at least that much of a foothold. It's been too unfair until now."
"Then why are you avoiding my eyes?"
Hesitating, Yoon-shin surveyed his surroundings before lowering his voice as much as possible.
"Because I want to tie you up with that tie."
His expression was extremely subtle. Just as Yoon-shin, feeling embarrassed, turned his gaze away again, he flinched at seeing a very familiar face through the entrance. Perhaps finding this strange, Se-heon turned his head toward where Yoon-shin's gaze had landed.
The man shaking hands with people near the exit was Suhan Holdings' CEO Yoo. Before coming here, Yoon-shin had clearly checked, and he was not on the guest list. Because he had many enemies here and there, his relationship with Taesan Group wasn't very smooth either. It seemed he had deliberately accepted the status of an uninvited guest and showed up just to get under Se-heon's skin.
Se-heon seemed to share the same guess, gripping Yoon-shin's slightly stiffened shoulder as if massaging it. Meanwhile, perhaps having spotted them, CEO Yoo strode toward their table. Conscious of Yoon-shin, he took highly exaggerated actions and sought a greeting from Se-heon.
"Aren't you Doguk's Attorney Kang Se-heon? Ah, since you're my ex-wife's boyfriend... should I call this a brother-in-law kind of thing? What do people in our kind of relationship call each other?"
As the mocking began, the bustling surroundings instantly fell silent.
Anyone prominent enough in various social fields to be invited here couldn't help but know what opposing standpoint Se-heon and CEO Yoo stood on. Though they didn't openly stare, the quiet air made it clear they were paying attention to this conversation. Yoon-shin grabbed Se-heon's clothes slightly to signal that they should leave, but Se-heon opened his mouth half a beat faster, frustrating his attempt.
"You can just call me by my title, Attorney Kang, or Chief Kang. Asking because you don't even know this... If your brain really doesn't work voluntarily, how about calling some people over and playing poker? It's quite helpful for brain activity."
Se-heon sneered with a smile. Feeling the clear disdain embedded in the slowly uttered sentences, CEO Yoo couldn't hide his deeply displeased feelings at all and clamped his mouth shut. Then, he soon spewed his anger toward Yoon-shin and Se-heon standing side by side.
"One is a son of a bitch who thinks he's been a member of high society since birth just because they let him into the playground due to his slightly better breed. And the other... is the bloodline of the woman I find the most horrific. Horrific indeed."
He could endure being insulted himself. But he couldn't stand the innocent Se-heon being humiliated.
Yoon-shin, who had been trying hard to hold back, flared up.
"You know this constitutes insult, right? Do you want to make the front page of the news again?"
"The rumor is rampant that Attorney Kang is cozying up well with my wife. I was a bit angry... Is that a big problem? Brother-in-law."
"How long has it been since the divorce that I'm your brother-in-law? And is there anyone who doesn't know who started that scandal?"
"Attorney Do Yoon-shin, there are a lot of eyes watching."
Se-heon, who suddenly intervened in the conversation between the two who were hurting each other, restrained Yoon-shin. But he wasn't looking at Yoon-shin. Just staring intently at CEO Yoo, his expression was calmer than ever. Yoon-shin couldn't gauge his mood at this moment at all.
Remembering his advice, Yoon-shin looked around. As he cast glances here and there in the silence, people gathered in twos and threes and started talking again as if wondering what had happened. He could still feel them paying attention to this side, but it was much better than the silence from a moment ago.
In that gap, Se-heon took a step toward CEO Yoo. With a meaningful attitude as if he had something to say, he drove the man into a blind spot behind a pillar. The man, stepping back, pressed his back against the wall and glared piercingly at Se-heon.
"What. If you have something to say, say it there."
"I'm not very interested in Director Do I-kyung, but I am interested in you, who has both wealth and power."
"What?"
He leaned toward the bewildered CEO Yoo and whispered.
"Do you have any intention of getting it on with me? It's a bit nauseating, but I'll close my eyes and fuck you."
As if he had never imagined hearing such vulgar words at a place like this, CEO Yoo opened his eyes wide with an expression suggesting he had misheard. Then he turned his head as if seeking help from his surroundings. However, Se-heon was already blocking the front, and Yoon-shin and his own secretaries were blocking the back, inadvertently cutting off his line of sight.
Whether Se-heon had calculated all these angles from the start or not, only he himself would know. Regardless, from where Yoon-shin stood, Se-heon's hand movements were clearly visible.
He reached out to the man's front and grabbed his crotch area firmly.
"Heok...!"
By the time the secretaries rushed in belatedly, it was already too late. As the deeply flustered CEO Yoo gaped, Se-heon twisted his hand a bit more and gripped his genitals tightly. Not only that, but he kneaded it a few times as if gauging its size, or caressing it.
Yoon-shin, who took in this ridiculous sight entirely, bit his lower lip hard. It was very troublesome because he felt like he would burst out laughing. Even though he was only looking at the back of Se-heon's head, he somehow felt he could see the subtly disgusted expression Se-heon must be wearing.
"Heok, what kind of crazy bastard! Let go of this!"
Stunned and frozen, CEO Yoo suddenly came to his senses and twisted his upper body. Then he raised his voice and shoved Se-heon away hard. It was probably the first time in his life he had been treated like this by another man. Because of that, he seemed to be in a bit of a panic. The man's immense bewilderment was fully felt through his slow reaction.
When the secretaries, not knowing what to do, surrounded him like a shield, Se-heon finally raised both hands to indicate surrender and slowly stepped back. At the same time, he casually spoke in a low voice so the sound wouldn't spread far.
"Are you going to hold a press conference outside? A man touched my dick. The other party is my ex-wife's boyfriend."
"You crazy son of a bitch. Do you want to be buried? If this becomes public, Doguk and you will—!"
"Got any evidence?"
"In this room...!"
Even looking above his head, there was no way there were cameras or anything similar. This place was the guest house where Taesan Group managed security thoroughly, making it a confidentiality zone. Instead of CEO Yoo, whose mouth was clamped shut in a tight line, Se-heon added.
"Don't worry too much. I'm not dating your ex-wife. Contact me anytime. The breed is good enough for me to mate with, isn't it?"
He continued speaking with an aloof face that looked so nonchalant it even seemed innocent, staring quietly at CEO Yoo. Perhaps sensing he had been completely outplayed by Se-heon, the man's face turned red and blue before he slipped out of the room. The overwhelmed secretaries chased after him closely. The gazes of the two men watching this clashed fiercely in the air.
Se-heon shrugged his shoulders and grabbed Yoon-shin's shoulder with his left hand. He then gestured as if to say let's go to the table. Yoon-shin, shivering as he tried to hold back his laughter, grabbed Se-heon's wrist as if to say he couldn't take it anymore. He then desperately sent a glance suggesting they move outside for a moment. Fortunately, even when expressing his intent only with a look, Se-heon understood. They changed their route and slipped outside.
Passing through the warm hallway, they arrived at an empty room.
Standing across from Se-heon, Yoon-shin covered his flushed face with both hands. His shoulders trembled.
Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching him, Se-heon let out a hollow laugh.
"Is it that funny?"
Yoon-shin finally lowered his hands and answered, unable to hide his flushed face and letting out short breaths.
"Wow, why didn't I think of doing this sooner? His pride is so huge he'll never be able to tell anyone about it. He'll just boil with rage inside. Plus, there are no CCTVs here, so there's no evidence, and since it was a blind spot earlier, there are no witnesses other than me and his secretaries."
"The advantage of the rule of law."
"Also, the people inside will only remember that the uninvited CEO Yoo showed up and picked a fight with us. It feels like a ten-year-old indigestion is finally going down."
Yoon-shin, who was chattering away excitedly, suddenly stopped. Funny was funny, but he worried the fallout might affect Se-heon.
"What if he retaliates behind the scenes? He's not the type to stay still after suffering such humiliation."
"If he intended to do that, there were far better times and opportunities than now. He knows we have an overwhelming number of cards, so he didn't not do it, he couldn't. Your sister gave me a lot of cards."
As if saying there was nothing to worry about, he reached out and touched Yoon-shin's lips. When Yoon-shin flinched and stiffened momentarily, Se-heon frowned as if asking what he was thinking.
"Not that hand."
"I'm sorry. Just thinking about it makes me feel dirty."
Se-heon, who had been deliberately hardening his expression, finally let out a soft laugh. In the empty space, they briefly and sensitively meshed their skin together and pulled apart. The tension was palpable, afraid someone might come. Yoon-shin, chewing on his lips, fiddled with the tie he had gifted Se-heon.
"I'm sorry for making you hear such things from my brother-in-law."
"I found it entertaining. Plus, it served as a smokescreen for our relationship, so it's rather a good thing. At least you're safe."
He had felt it several times before, but Se-heon showed affection at very unexpected timings and in unimaginable ways. Knowing that this was a side he only showed him, Yoon-shin wanted to store these memories in his mind layer by layer, like engraving them into stone.
As they often did when expressing interest in each other, Yoon-shin lifted Se-heon's tie. He rolled it up and carefully kissed the wide end.
Their gazes toward each other met in the air, holding an affectionate warmth.
Soon, Se-heon reached out a hand and fiddled with Yoon-shin's earlobe.
"Tying me up seems like a very good idea."
Yoon-shin only parted his lips.
* * *
When the final argument date arrived, the client, who had been absent all along, attended the trial. When the divorce process, which she thought would end with mediation, turned into a lawsuit, she found it hard to endure, but it seemed she had mustered courage at the end.
Near the end of the trial, the defendant's representative tried to add something more to his argument, but the judge sitting at the front shook his head.
"Even if the claim for damages in this case is found guilty, it appears to be unrelated to the divorce. This court finds it difficult to accept the defendant's opinion. The additional application is dismissed. We will pronounce the final sentence at the next hearing. I set it for March 30th at 2:00 PM."
The judge, announcing the next schedule, stood up first.
When Yoon-shin met the client's eyes and smiled, she held on bravely before bursting into tears.
"Why are you crying? We can't be 100% optimistic, but as you saw in today's trial, it's favorable for us. They couldn't really refute what we proved."
"Thank you, Attorney. How can I ever repay this grace? You worked as hard as if it were your own matter."
"Doing so is my job. Ah, you don't need to come in person for the sentencing date. The verdict will be served. I will contact you again before that. Go home and get some rest today. You look very exhausted."
"Yes, please contact me."
At some point, the husband, yelling at the defendant's representative, left the court first, and the spectators also gradually disappeared. The client also bowed silently to Yoon-shin several times before leaving the court holding her young daughter's hand.
Yoon-shin remained in the quiet interior. No, Se-heon, who had been sitting in the spectator seats, was also with him. He slowly approached Yoon-shin, who was packing his things. Yoon-shin's gaze naturally fixed on him.
When he approached from a certain distance, he always felt a similar sensation.
A taller height than his own, long legs, a lean and firm body with good balance, the expensive suit covering it, and a sharp impression. Everything surrounding Se-heon proved that the person he was dating was the epitome of a 'man'. Yet, strangely enough, he hadn't felt any sense of heterogeneity from the beginning to the present.
He had pondered a few times whether he would have been like this with someone else. But the very imagination of falling in love with someone other than Se-heon didn't work well, so he always failed before even getting to the main point. So Yoon-shin often thought he still didn't know his own identity well.
While he was immersed in thought as if sinking into water, Se-heon, who approached the plaintiff's seat, pushed Yoon-shin's hair back behind his ear and spoke.
"What are you thinking about so deeply?"
Belatedly coming to his senses, Yoon-shin answered with a very serious attitude.
"I was thinking about whether I'm gay."
"Your face says you haven't reached a conclusion?"
"Yes. With a man other than you... I can't imagine doing anything well."
"Specifically."
"Everything. Dating itself, things like sex. Everything."
Yoon-shin, who was confessing honestly, suddenly clamped his mouth shut. Se-heon's expression as he quietly faced him was complicated. One side of his stiffened face seemed to twitch. It was a very Se-heon-like reaction—he once said he felt nauseous just imagining someone he liked liking him back. Judging by his responding voice sounding somewhat more suppressed than usual, he seemed to be in a very bad mood.
"You imagined such things."
"'It didn't go well.' was the conclusion. You must not have heard it."
"You made the attempt."
"From the start, no specific target was established, and I just tested if it was possible with that gender, but it didn't work."
Perhaps realizing it was a manifestation of a rather high-level concern, the angry sign faded from Se-heon.
"Why did you have to think about that?"
"Actually, every time I see you, I realize anew that my lover is a man. Very impressive and attractive, but the same sex as me."
"Is the position in bed the problem?"
"That's sometimes confusing too, but it's a bit more of an emotional aspect. For example, identity? Not a category like whether it's better to be homosexual or heterosexual, but just out of curiosity. What am I?"
He thought it was a rather complicated concern, but unexpectedly, Se-heon answered very simply.
"If you're asking if you're impressive and attractive. Me too. And you are a man."
"..."
"You are Do Yoon-shin. To me, it wasn't your gender that was important, but the fact that you are Do Yoon-shin."
He stared up at him, wondering if he was trying to offer some half-baked, empty comfort. But intuitively, he felt he was speaking sincerely. In Se-heon's eyes, he seemed to be a fairly decent human being. Maybe, enough for him, who had never once given his heart to anyone, to fall in love. Yoon-shin parted his lips and let out a soft laugh.
"Really?"
"Do you think you would have liked me if I were a woman?"
"Yes."
Yoon-shin, who answered immediately, felt a sense of relief at that moment as if he had found the answer to a long-standing difficult problem. He didn't need to calculate for an unspecified majority, but only for Se-heon. Yoon-shin was drawn to Kang Se-heon, who was arrogant, intelligent, lonely, and above all, liked him. Whether he was a man, a woman, or any other gender, he would have fallen for him.
"I guess I don't have something like an identity. I just would have liked the person I came to like. That would be you, seonbae."
Of course, if one of them had been a different gender, they might have married, had children, and watched those children grow into adults, getting a little closer to what others call an ordinary life. However, Yoon-shin, who had always vaguely pictured such a life, surprisingly found this current state perfectly fine.
Kang Se-heon was the biggest anomaly he had chosen. The greatest deviation, and the best choice.
"That's a decent conclusion."
"I think so too."
Glancing at the door in case a court officer came in, Yoon-shin raised his heels. Then, as he often did when they were left alone, he gave Se-heon a loud smacking kiss and finished packing his bag. He had brought a lot of documents, so he had a mountain of things to carry. Se-heon carried them for him and pointed to the door. The two walked out slowly and headed for the underground parking lot.
"Good work. From a quick glance, it looked like they won't appeal."
"The result will come out as expected, right? Oh. But when did you get here? I was so surprised to see you inside earlier."
"To leave work together here."
Yoon-shin's face visibly brightened with joy.
"Really?"
"It's Valentine's Day."
He had never even dreamed that the words 'Valentine's Day' would come out of his mouth. He was usually the one who felt the modest happiness of commemorating an important or special day. When he begged him to do this or that on such days, Se-heon would just vaguely play along. Considering his personality, even that was something to be immensely grateful for.
"Did you leave work early to play with me? Really?"
"Can't I do that a little?"
"Of course it's fine. I have a plan for today. Let's eat dinner at the place you reserved, and for the second round, go home and pop open that champagne you bought to give me last time."
"I see. Coincidentally, I also have something I wanted to do today. Let's do one thing for each other."
"What is it? I'll do it for you no matter what."
Yoon-shin, stepping into the elevator, lit up his eyes. As he turned his body completely and gazed at Se-heon full of expectation, Se-heon pressed the button and spoke.
"I'll loosely tie your two arms with a tie and spread chocolate all over your body. And then I'll suck it all off until it's gone. Exactly there."
His fierce-looking long eyes folded slightly. He then briefly gestured with his chin toward Yoon-shin's front.
Instantly highly surprised, Yoon-shin clamped his mouth shut with his palm.
Ding, the elevator doors closed.
* * *
Creak, creak.
The dining table, which Yoon-shin was half-leaning on, swayed back and forth. His overlapped arms were tightly bound with a tie, but they gradually loosened a little with each movement. Standing in front of him, Se-heon, who had spread melted chocolate over his genitals, carefully licked his skin. Yoon-shin's penis, slowly erecting in his warm mouth, twitched. Se-heon didn't care and lapped up the sweet liquid with his tongue.
"Heugh, Se-heon seonbae, stop now..."
"There's still some left here."
He lifted Yoon-shin's lean long legs up and stared piercingly at his crotch. Then he sprinkled chocolate from a small pouch generously over his scrotum. Following that, he put them in his mouth one by one, rolling them like kneading flesh to stimulate him, and swept the chocolate in.
Every time he put Yoon-shin's in and out of his mouth, white chocolate smeared onto his dry thighs and stomach like spreading paint. Naturally, the white liquid also spread around Se-heon's mouth. It was slippery and viscous, making it look exactly like semen was smeared on. Unable to overcome the feeling of shame, Yoon-shin writhed his body and twisted both arms hard.
Snap, the knot loosened and fell to the floor. Finally freeing one arm, he reached out and pulled Se-heon's collar hard. Then, as if he couldn't bear to see it anymore, he swallowed the things smeared on Se-heon's skin in his stead.
"Really stop now. My mouth is too sweet."
"Try begging me to make your lower lips sweet too. Who knows? I might slowly poke it in."
"Se-heon, ugh. Don't do this."
"It's not like you don't know that the more you hesitate, the more mischievous I get, right? It's about time you knew."
Sometimes actions served as a much more powerful expression of intent than words. Now was that time. Yoon-shin stopped hesitating and reached down to rub Se-heon's front. It was already unbuttoned and unzipped, so he felt his thing, which was rising as if it would pierce through his drawers in no time.
He fumbled over it with a sweaty, hot palm, then pulled it out over his underwear. As he slowly stroked it up and down teasingly, Se-heon immediately reacted.
Leaning his body forward, he pressed the tip of his against Yoon-shin's opening. He rubbed the head sticky against it, looking ready to plunge right into the already thoroughly widened interior. Yoon-shin, supporting his posture by holding the edge of the table with both arms, spread his legs wider. Then, as if he had been waiting, Se-heon gripped his lean pelvis with one hand and his penis with the other, thrusting in forcefully.
Slam!
Se-heon, who pushed forcefully from the tip in an instant, slammed his all the way to the root. His hard pelvis and Yoon-shin's buttocks collided, creating violent friction. Yoon-shin's thin body, pierced through his opening, contorted with pain and pleasure. A rough moan burst from Yoon-shin's mouth.
"Ah...! Aheuk!"
His legs gave out, making it impossible to keep his balance. Yoon-shin shivered his lower body. Perhaps the vibration was clearly felt by Se-heon, whose skin was pressed against his, as he lifted Yoon-shin's lean legs and hooked his ankles over his solid shoulders. He then gripped his pelvis with both hands, fixing it as if pulling it down onto his penis, and began a piston motion.
Every time he thrust in deeply, Yoon-shin's inner wall mucous membrane clingily wrapped around the skin of his penis. Involuntarily stimulated, Se-heon's back-and-forth movements grew increasingly rough beyond words. The rather heavy dining table rattled like a ship tossed by a current.
Every time he thrust into Yoon-shin as if shoving his lower body in, their elastic skin overlapped and the chocolate smeared on each other's skin. The white liquid gradually solidified and rubbed against the skin. Yoon-shin felt dizzy just seeing that remaining on Se-heon and his own body like cement marks, so he squeezed his eyes shut. However, Se-heon seemed unable to tolerate this.
"Open your eyes."
"Ah! Ah! Eung! Ah!"
"I said open your eyes properly."
Moving one hand that was holding his pelvis upward, he pressed down firmly from his trembling eyelids to his forehead with his palm. Then, as if stroking his wet bangs, he slowly swept his hand upward from the bottom.
Underneath his naturally opening eyelids, Yoon-shin's clear, shaking pupils were revealed. Se-heon liked licking over them. When tears naturally flowed from the corners of Yoon-shin's eyes, he would run wild from then on.
This time was no different. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and lightly wiped away the moisture on the surface of Yoon-shin's eyeball. Dizzy, Yoon-shin defensively closed his eyes and moved his waist. Perhaps he had unknowingly tightened his lower body, Se-heon breathed out roughly as if cutting off his breath and groaned low.
"Ha, damn it. Ugh!"
At the same time, he used his grip to the maximum with both hands, driving Yoon-shin's pelvis down onto his own as hard as he could. His penis pierced through the opening and filled him completely as if to occupy every deep place in his stomach. Overwhelmed, Yoon-shin screamed as if shrieking.
"Se-heon! It's full, wait, ah! Ah!"
As he instinctively flailed both arms, the chocolate and dishes on his thin hands all fell below the table. However, they were out of both of their minds whether those things crashing down noisily soaked the previously fallen tie or not.
Yoon-shin barely reached out for his target. He desperately grabbed Se-heon's upper arm, who leaned his upper body down as if to embrace him. Naturally, the two bodies meshed as one and shook together.
During sex, he sometimes acted excessively rough. He pushed in deep until the entrance swallowed the root, clearly observing with his own eyes Yoon-shin's agonizing face. He could just tell him to stop if it only hurt, but since he skillfully stimulated the spots Yoon-shin liked along with it, he was swept away a hundred times out of a hundred.
Se-heon rubbed a certain spot on the inner wall in circles with his glans. He then pulled his waist back and thrust his penis into that spot again, rubbing his shaft so that Yoon-shin's prostate was pressed together.
"Eut! There, rub there a bit more with yours."
"Here?"
"Ah! Ah! It still hurts. Do it gently."
"Keep hurting. When you hurt, my dick trembles. It turns me on."
"Kang Se-heon! Wai, heueung!"
I told you he's a sadist.
Although he generally listened to his opinions while pretending not to, in bed, there was no concession. He compromised even less. It was a relief if he even pretended to listen.
Se-heon liked to ravage Yoon-shin's most sensitive and secretive interior during those moments when Yoon-shin was enjoying pleasure but at the same time suffering greatly. When Yoon-shin even shed tears, he usually didn't let go until Yoon-shin collapsed from exhaustion.
The sweet overwork of usual continued today as well.
Thrusting his waist greedily, he heated up the air enveloping them even more.
"Hold me..."
Yoon-shin, letting out a labored breath, clung to him like a child to lessen the pain even a little. As he lifted his body off the hard dining table that was about to chafe his back, Se-heon skillfully lifted his thin body into his arms. He then lowered the legs that were precariously draped over his shoulders and made Yoon-shin wrap them around his waist.
Before they knew it, their faces were close. The moment he gave a glance, Yoon-shin opened his mouth. Their lips collided, and their hot flesh overlapped. Taking this as a signal, Se-heon increased his speed.
Thud! Thud! Every time he pressed his upper body close and pounded his penis in, Yoon-shin's was also crushed under Se-heon's weight. As he rapidly thrust against his prostate, he was stimulated back and forth, immediately spilling pre-cum. Following that, opaque semen splattered, squashing onto the chocolate that was drying on his skin.
"Ah! Se-heon! Aheup!"
Sweat, semen, and even chocolate tangled together, making their bodies sticky. However, he didn't care at all and repeated his fierce thrusting, sucking his tongue as obscenely and explicitly as a beast starved for days. Sensing that Se-heon's climax was near, Yoon-shin hugged him. Whether this contact triggered his reaction or not, he, who had been thrusting like crazy, finally ejaculated as well.
Slumping down, he collapsed onto the table holding Yoon-shin's thin body, letting out rough breaths. Those thrilling breathing sounds seeped into Yoon-shin's ears like rainwater. Feeling Se-heon's semen slowly accumulating inside him, Yoon-shin flinched his waist. Then Se-heon pulled his penis out of his opening very slowly.
Drained of all energy, Yoon-shin didn't even have the strength to lift a finger and stared blankly up at him. However, Se-heon, who had expended energy with him until now, showed no signs of exhaustion. Instead, he poured kisses all over Yoon-shin's body, which was still lost in the afterglow of climax. That wasn't all. He made him spread his legs, bent his waist, and carefully licked his wet skin as if to engrave his body heat over the entire perineum area.
"Heugh, what are you doing?"
By the time the bewildered Yoon-shin glanced down, the game was already over. Se-heon widened the entrance of his opening with his fingers. Then he slipped his finger into the opened gap. Scraping the semen out from inside, it dripped down and pooled on the table. Yoon-shin was dumbfounded.
"Are you crazy? Eut, ah!"
He struggled his legs, squeezing out every ounce of strength he had, but it was no use. Se-heon used his long fingers to torment Yoon-shin's interior. He pushed his middle finger all the way in, curled the tip, and pressed a spot behind his genitals hard. Yoon-shin's penis, stimulated at its spot, twitched and became erect again.
Having already been severely overworked by Se-heon, his body had no strength. Supporting his weight with his elbows and looking up at him, Se-heon leaned his upper body over him again and kissed him. The moment their lower bodies softly collided, he realized that the man who had just ejaculated was quickly aroused again. Letting out a soft laugh as if admitting defeat, Yoon-shin lay back on the table and parted his legs.
"When did you get hard again? Do you get hard just thinking about me?"
"Do you see me as a pubescent teenager? Getting hard just by thinking of a lover."
"You do get hard."
Se-heon, biting his lip tightly, frowned as if he didn't want to answer. Then he finally responded.
"Sometimes."
"Doesn't seem like sometimes. Do you maybe masturbate alone? Come to think of it, I've only shown you, and I haven't seen you do it even once."
"..."
"Do you do that too? Wow, how could you hide something like this? Show me too."
"Shut your mouth now."
He fiddled with the tip of his rigidly hardened penis at the entrance, aligning the position like fixing a bolt to a nut. Since the opening had just been visited, the periphery pulsed as if breathing. Before pulling the trigger vigorously, Se-heon grabbed Yoon-shin's hair and pulled it toward him to disperse the pain.
Soon, the moment Yoon-shin slightly parted his lips and moaned, he pushed the head deep inside just like that.
"Eueung! Heut!"
The two lower bodies joined much more smoothly than before. Perhaps the remaining semen acted as a lubricant, or because Se-heon had violently thrust around and widened the inner wall more than necessary, it slid in much more easily.
Even so, when his thing filled the inside tightly and started thrusting motions, the pressure was indescribable. He panted as if all the oxygen around had thinned out. Swaying helplessly like a fetus as he moved, he barely reached out and hugged him. The moment his prominent shoulder blades touched his palm, he felt so thrilled that he almost felt nauseous at the fact that Se-heon was entirely focused on him.
"Does it feel good doing it with me? Better than masturbating?"
"It's good, damn it. I feel like I'm going crazy."
"Do it slowly. Yours is a total weapon. It's too big."
"The weapon is making you feel good."
"Goo, heueung! Ah! Ah!"
Every time Se-heon's scrotum touched his skin, and every time his butt rubbed against his firm thighs, his penis was thrust so deeply that moans burst out as if refluxing up his throat. Because of Se-heon rushing at him out of his mind, Yoon-shin's body kept tilting askew. He held out for a while, but when he felt he couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed the nape of his neck.
Yoon-shin's highly flushed face stared at Se-heon as clearly as possible. He opened his eyes wide, moistened his lips with his tongue, and conveyed his intent with his expression. Fortunately, he squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them, gradually slowing down and matching the rhythm to each other's movements. The fierce piston motion continued, but because the speed of insertion became consistent, Yoon-shin's naked body was able to maintain its balance well.
He reached out to his smooth chest and twisted his prominent nipple. With his other hand, he stroked Yoon-shin's trembling penis. Yet he didn't stop his fierce thrusting. Every time his thing went in and out of his interior, the tight inner wall contracted. His veiny penis, half-pulled out and rubbed against the air, plunged back in like catching a fast ball.
The squelching friction sound and the short breaths the two exhaled filled the spacious dining room.
"Ha, I think I'm going to come. I think I'm going to come now, tell me you like me."
Looking back, he was always the one to say 'I love you.' However, Yoon-shin didn't whine. He knew his heart and understood that he was clumsy at expressing it. Still, he used to say he liked him quite often, but today of all days, Se-heon didn't respond.
"Hmm? Seonbae."
Yoon-shin, having reached his limit, begged a bit more anxiously, but he still remained silent. Instead, he continued the fierce intercourse with excessively violent up-and-down movements. Yoon-shin, tossed back and forth like a branch blowing in the wind, finally ejaculated the moment Se-heon pressed hard against his inner wall.
"Aheuk! Ah! I love you."
"Eut, damn it!"
"I love you..."
For a moment, sweat dripped from his smooth, furrowed forehead. At the same time, he felt a liquid slowly spreading inside his opening as if he had also climaxed. Se-heon thought it would take a bit longer, so a puzzled Yoon-shin steadied his breathing and stared at him. As is always the case right after ejaculation, Se-heon faced him with a flushed face before pulling out his penis.
Yoon-shin, whose lower body instantly felt empty, squirmed. Then he wiped away the semen flowing between his groin and lifted him up in his arms. Lying down on the floor drenched in chocolate, Se-heon placed Yoon-shin on his body as if his whole body was a blanket.
Yoon-shin pressed his chin firmly against Se-heon's chin and writhed his body like a baby. He barely moved his position upward and met eyes with Se-heon.
"Chief."
"Call me by my name."
"Se-heon seonbae, I want to wash up. My body reeks of chocolate and semen."
Instead of answering, he hugged Yoon-shin's waist tightly. The erotic air flowing between them remained. However, Yoon-shin felt he wanted to enjoy this small leisure with him for a moment. Keenly catching that sign, Yoon-shin leaned his heated cheek against him to give him time. His fast-beating heart transferred to him.
"Your heart is beating quite fast. Is it perhaps because of me?"
"It's because I ate chocolate."
"When will you honestly say everything? You sometimes say cheesy things well though."
He let out a soft laugh and stroked Yoon-shin's sweat-soaked hair. Then he kissed it. Yoon-shin, savoring the touch Se-heon bestowed, looked beyond the open dining room door. The hallway window leading to the living room came into his view. While staring absentmindedly, he felt a strange sense of heterogeneity and blinked hard. Then he slightly raised his upper body.
"Se-heon, it's snowing outside."
As soon as he looked down at Se-heon in an uncomfortable position, their eyes immediately met. It seemed his gaze had been fixed solely on him from the start.
"Se-heon?"
He remained silent for quite a while. His expression subtly darkened. Yoon-shin felt anxious for no reason and tilted his head, just as he was about to say something more. A very low, suppressed voice slowly saw the light of the world.
"This is something I never imagined I'd say."
"Why are you scaring me, you're scary."
"Yoon-shin."
"Are you perhaps going to dump me? We agreed that's something you can't do."
"I love you."
They say if you're too surprised, you can't react at all, and that was exactly what happened to him. He couldn't say anything and only blinked his large eyes. He didn't know how to value this heavy confession, or if it was even possible.
Yoon-shin's eyelashes fluttered and trembled more than ever. Next, his cheek twitched. Soon, both cheeks flushed red, and in an instant, his breath caught in his throat. Even though it was a part of his own body, it was impossible to control. The voice that barely responded was mixed with an unfounded pout. The tremor in his voice oscillated very noisily.
"How could you suddenly say this. I'm not even wearing clothes. Tell me when I'm dressed nicely."
"I like this look the best."
He wiped his reddening eyes with his hand and wrapped Yoon-shin's nape. He slowly pulled him down to himself and rubbed his lips around Yoon-shin's eyes.
"Thank you for making even someone like me able to like someone."
The one who was always ready to love someone else might not have been himself, but Se-heon. He wanted to say thank you for giving the opportunity to pull him out of his cage, him who was stronger than anyone but actually more fearful than anyone.
However, not knowing how to simply organize and explain these overwhelming emotions, Yoon-shin swallowed a dry spit and stammered back.
"I, Is today my birthday?"
"It's Valentine's Day. I couldn't prepare flowers. Is it to your liking?"
"This flower is too expensive."
He hadn't expected to receive such a romantic gift. It was more thrilling and overwhelming than hearing any other words. He even felt as if he had everything. There would probably be no greater confession than this.
Unlike him, he had often said he loved him. Whenever he wanted to express it, he had confessed to him. So now, rather than that, he wanted to express his feelings as calmly as possible to give Se-heon stability. Just as he had felt in every moment he was with him.
Yoon-shin wiped his reddened cheek with the back of his hand and collapsed into Se-heon's embrace.
His large hand calmly stroked down Yoon-shin's bony bare back.
It was a distant night when heavy snow fell outside the window, covering the earth.