TWB 50

“Customer. Customer?” The taxi driver’s voice reached him faintly. Coming to his senses, he paid the fare and headed home, only to receive a message from Park Tae-min asking if he had arrived safely. It came with a nagging reminder to stop drinking so much. Lately, Park Tae-min had been acting very friendly toward him. Even that was suspicious. This was all because of a certain son of a bitch.

To soothe his stomach, he bought a hangover cure at a nearby convenience store, and the owner recognized him.

“Looks like you drank a lot?”

He nodded slowly at the words. “Yes… I drank a lot.” After completing the transaction, the elderly convenience store owner handed him a separate bottle of warm honey water.

“I wanted to give this to you. You’re doing great work.”

“Great…?”

“I’m rooting for you. Justice will surely prevail!”

Because the owner pumped his fist in encouragement, he reflexively replied, “Thank you.” As he stepped out of the store, clutching the plastic bag, he burst into a bewildered laugh. Justice, my foot. Does such a thing even exist?

Right, when he first decided to become a prosecutor, he had been burning with a sense of justice. He had acted out so much, all worked up about taking down the bad guys, that he had often fallen out of favor with his superiors. Now, he was just another office worker worn down by work. He wondered if any passion remained.

He sometimes regretted not choosing a different career if he had known it would be like this. [stolen [visit our site]content]In an era where people make money just by streaming, he wondered if he could have made a living doing anything by selling his decent face. Should he throw in his resignation and start over now? But to make a living with looks, wouldn’t he need to be someone like that bastard Im Gyeong?

Ah, fuck. He didn’t know why he was thinking about that damn bastard again.

As he walked, the ground swayed. He really was drunk.

While pressing the button and waiting for the elevator, he rummaged through the bag and pulled out a hangover cure. As he took a sip after opening the cap, he looked back and saw Im Gyeong sitting in the middle of the emergency stairs.

Dressed in comfortable athletic wear, wearing a hoodie as always. He wasn’t surprised today. Having expected this situation due to the phone that had been ringing incessantly since he was at the street stall, he simply ignored him. When the elevator arrived and he stepped inside, Im Gyeong slid his hand in just before the doors closed.

He entered nonchalantly and pressed the button for the 8th floor instead.

“Did you drink?”

“…….”

“I kept calling. Were you busy?”

“Hey. Im Gyeong.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck off, you piece of shit.”

Im Gyeong’s eyes widened at the sudden curse. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up. This guy was probably the only person in the world who would enjoy being cursed at. Upon arriving at the 8th floor, Im Gyeong followed him out. He took out his wallet to find his card, but it wasn’t there.

He searched his inner pocket, his pants, and even the convenience store bag, but it was nowhere to be found. For a moment, he blinked in panic. Where did he drop it? Did he leave it at the store? Then, he spotted his brown wallet in Im Gyeong’s hand.

“Did you steal my wallet?”

Im Gyeong laughed with an incredulous expression.

“You just dropped it.”

He pointed to the black bag Kang Hee-shin was holding. Ah, he must have dropped it while taking out the hangover cure. When he reached out, Im Gyeong took out the card for him and opened the door. He stepped inside, took off his shoes, and staggered toward the sofa. He thought he was walking straight, but apparently not, as he slammed his shin into the table.

“Ah, fuck…”

He sat crookedly on the sofa, and the speed at which his eyelids closed and opened gradually slowed. With sluggish movements, he took off his jacket and threw aside his tie. Meanwhile, Im Gyeong was organizing the items from the bag into the refrigerator. He heard him mutter, asking if bottled water was the only thing to eat, and if he really didn’t eat meals.

He snapped back that it was none of Im Gyeong’s business whether [stolen [unauthorized copy][unauthorized copy]content]he ate food or drank alcohol.

Instead of coming over, Im Gyeong sat on a dining chair and stared at him blankly. Regardless, he flopped over onto the sofa. Ah, so tired… He felt like he was going to die of exhaustion. He wanted to sleep peacefully, so why was that bastard still hanging around?

Suddenly, a voice from a recording file played in his head.

Hee-shin, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly bolted upright.

“Hey, Im Gyeong.”

“What.”

“Want to sleep with me?”

The area under Im Gyeong’s eyes twitched.

Kang Hee-shin provoked him, unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

“You said you wanted to have sex. Isn’t that why you keep coming here?”

Im Gyeong’s head tilted crookedly, a smile playing on his lips.

“You’re really drunk.”

“Why? Now that I’m offering, are you chicken?”

“…….”

“If you’re chicken, then fuck off.”

He waved his hand dismissively and stood up to head toward the bedroom, but Im Gyeong strode forward and blocked his path. The gaze looking down at him was like a well-sharpened blade. He looked as if he were gauging why Hee-shin’s mind had changed.

At the same time, the touch on his cheek was incredibly tender. He pressed and rubbed his thumb against Hee-shin’s lips and smiled. Every time the hand touched his skin, his body flinched and trembled.

Ah, fuck. He had done it in a fit of rage… but this didn’t feel right.

Hee-shin pushed away the hand touching his face.

“…Wait. I’ll go wash up.”

As he turned toward the bathroom, his shoulder was grabbed and he was pushed straight against the wall. Im Gyeong, [[visit our site]class="wm" style="opacity:0;font-size:1px;user-select:all;">stolen content]pressed tightly against him without a ga[stolen content]p, whispered in a low voice in his ear.

“Do it now.”

If you wash up, you’ll sober up and run away, right? His earlobe felt hot. As he tried to escape, Im Gyeong pressed his lower body against him and sucked on his ear. The thought that he was doing this with another man made his body twist. The more he tried to avoid it, the more persistent the man became.

A hand slid inside his shirt, and the lips that had been sucking his ear moved down to greedily lick his neck. Haah, the rough sound of breathing pierced his ears and scrambled his mind.

“Fuck, don’t… suck my lips.”

“Okay.”

“No penetration, either.”

“You’re picky.”

Just as he thought the man was complying, Im Gyeong took his hand and placed it on his own body. Touch me. As he curled his fingertips, Im Gyeong forced the hand inside his clothes. He was firm… It didn’t feel like soft, squishy skin, but like touching a hard, smooth, well-carved sculpture.

While doing so, he caressed his neck and skillfully undid the buckle of his pants. Because he was drunk, his reactions were slow, and before he could stop him, the man had invaded his underwear. As the man’s hand arbitrarily massaged his cock, strength gathered in his lower body regardless of his will.

He squeezed his eyes shut unconsciously.

This is crazy. What am I doing…

He cycled through regret, determination, regret, and determination again.

Whether he was drunk on alcohol or the pleasure the man provided, he lost his mind, hugged the man, and fumbled over his back.

As he tried to undo the strap of the underwear out of habit, the man’s touch stopped.

Ah, right… This bastard is a man…

Realizing his mistake, his hand froze, neither knowing where to go nor how to move, when Im Gyeong lifted his head from Hee-shin’s neck. Unlike his face, which was flushed with excitement, his gaze was so cold it was almost freezing.

“You have a natural talent for ruining the mood.”

Feeling stung, he lowered his hand.

“If the mood is ruined, should we stop?”

He pulled the man’s hand out of his pants and pushed his shoulder. Then, the man grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the dining table. Before he could shake him off, his upper body was [Read on Read BL NovelsRead on Read BL Novelsstyle="font-size:0;position:absolute;left:-9999px;">]pressed face-down onto the table, and the man hugged him from behind. Before he could look back, something heavy pressed between his buttocks.

“Wait, hey!”

“I won’t put it in, so relax.”

As soon as the words ended, his underwear and pants were pulled down to his thighs. His neck and spine stiffened with tension. Between the drunkenness and the pressure on his stomach, he didn’t feel well. Moreover, his erect cock was uncomfortable and painful. As he shifted his body, something hot touched the cleft of his buttocks a moment later.

When he looked back, a curse flew out first. “Fuck.” As he tried to move, Im Gyeong pinned his shoulders down and slid his cock between his thighs. It felt filthy as the cock brushed against his perineum and testicles.

“Put strength in your thighs.”

“…….”

“Mr. Kang Hee-shin. If you don’t want your back hole taken, do as I say.”

Lying face-down on the table, he crossed his arms and buried his face in them. As he tightened his thighs, the man began to move slowly. Because his head was lowered, the sight of the man’s cock sliding back and forth between his legs was captured vividly.

Fuck. This son of a bitch… He’s actually doing it just because I was told to. And why is his cock so big?

Haah, haah, Im Gyeong’s breathing grew rougher and the speed increased. Every time a thumping sound echoed, his [Read on Read BL Novelsclass="wm" style="opacity:0;font-size:1px;user-select:all;">stolen content]body was pushed against the table, crushing his abdomen. That pressure fueled the sensation of climax. Soon, the man grabbed his shoulders to pull him up and gripped Kang Hee-shin’s cock, rubbing it.

He couldn’t keep his senses with the stimulation coming from all directions. Not knowing where to look, he squeezed his eyes shut, and this time, the man sucked his earlobe. A wet sound echoed as saliva smeared. Then, he bit his jaw. He smeared so much saliva on his face that Hee-shin wondered if he had been a dog in a past life.

“Ha, wait, stop…”

A sudden surge of climax rushed over him.

“It’s okay. Come on, cum in my hand.”

The whispering voice was damp. He tried to hold it back somehow, but the speed of the thrusting from behind increased. The fuses in his head flickered. He couldn’t tell if his vision was blurring because of the alcohol or because his body was shaking.

The man, who had been moving to the point where the skin of his thighs felt raw, suddenly thrust upward hard and hugged his chest tightly. As strength was applied to the hand gripping his cock, semen spurted out in a rush.

The white liquid dripped onto the floor, and only the rough breathing of the two men filled the silence. Only then did it register that two healthy men were entangled like clay. When he nudged the man away with his shoulder, he drifted off without resistance.

“Kang Hee-shin.”

“Shut up. Don’t speak…”

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Using the excuse that he would wash up first.