By Zephyria Lee-eum banged his forehead on the table repeatedly. It’s not too late. Should I say let’s just forget it ever happened? He took out his phone and found Choi Won-joon’s number, but he couldn’t bring himself to press it.
What if something like yesterday happens again? Maybe I should just take a leave of absence and lock myself in the house. While he was thinking all sorts of things, the doorbell rang. He tried to ignore it, but it kept ringing, so Lee-eum took a deep breath, got up, and went to the front door.
As soon as he opened the door, a bouquet of flowers appeared, followed by Choi Won-joon sticking his face in.
“Did you wait long?”
There’s no way I waited. Lee-eum stared blankly at the bouquet. He brought lilies last time, and he brought lilies again this time. Does Choi Won-joon like lilies…? He was so angry that he kicked them away last time, but today he awkwardly accepted the bouquet. It was the first time he had received flowers from someone on a non-eventful day.
Choi Won-joon said he was going to his parents’ house for dinner, and he wore a suit just like he did when he went to work. He took off his jacket and hung it on one side, washed his hands, and headed to the utility room.
While Lee-eum was wondering what to do with the flowers, he managed to find a small jar in the corner of the utility room. He had no idea when it had been there or what it was for.
“This is perfect.”
He washed the jar, filled it with water, trimmed the stems of the flowers with scissors, and put them in the jar. It looked quite presentable, and Lee-eum thought that Won-joon could do all sorts of things that he wouldn’t expect. Won-joon put the jar on the table, smiled contentedly, and began to unbutton his shirt.
“I’m going to go wash up.”
Then he naturally went into the bedroom. Left alone, Lee-eum paced around the living room, feeling restless. Choi Won-joon doesn’t seem to care, so why am I so uncomfortable? Is it because I’m conscious of it? Let’s not pay attention to it. No matter how much he tried to brainwash himself, his body was acting like it was broken.
While he was doing that, Choi Won-joon came out to the living room with a damp face. He had found the bear shirt he had left behind before, as if by magic, and put it on.
“You haven’t changed the shower head. I told you you’d hurt your hands. Should I change it for you tomorrow?”
“Well… go ahead.”
“My stuff will be here tomorrow. It’s not much, so don’t worry about it.”
He was answering that he understood when Roh Seon-gyu called. When he answered, he was completely drunk and saying he missed his ex-girlfriend. Lee-eum thought it was a good thing since he was awkward being alone with Choi Won-joon, so he took the opportunity to go to the small room to talk on the phone.
He listened to his complaints for a long time, and when he came out, Choi Won-joon was sitting on the sofa looking at documents. He looked unfamiliar with glasses on, unlike usual.
“Did you always wear glasses?”
“Only when I work. My eyes get tired when I look at things up close.”
“You’re already getting presbyopia….”
Choi Won-joon explained that his vision was different in both eyes, so he got especially tired when reading, but Lee-eum seriously told him that he might have presbyopia. His Noona had gotten presbyopia early, and it had started when she was Choi Won-joon’s age.
Anyway, he looks so innocent with his hair down and glasses on. He looks like an engineering student who only knows how to study. Of course, he looks more like a physical education student if you only look at his body.
But how long is he going to be like that? Did he forget the purpose of being here? Choi Won-joon glanced at him and smiled as he hesitated at the door, unable to bring himself to speak.
“Don’t worry about me and go to sleep first. It’ll take me a while.”
Lee-eum nodded and went into the bedroom and lay down. Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong with Choi Won-joon. He should be acting like a madman, but he’s so normal that it’s unfamiliar. Why is he doing that?
Lee-eum tossed and turned. He was tired but couldn’t fall asleep, and he was still worried about Choi Won-joon outside. Ah, I shouldn’t have told him to come. I’m going to tell him to leave and get angry…?
While he was thinking about this and that, the door opened and he heard footsteps. The bed moved, and Choi Won-joon came behind him and lay down. He had his eyes closed, but his attention was all on him. He seemed to be shifting to change his position, but soon he hugged his waist and pressed his body close.
His chest touched his back, and his lower body pressed against his butt. He was going to try to endure it until then, but his hand crept under his shirt and groped his stomach. Lee-eum hurriedly grabbed his hand.
“Just, just pheromone shower….”
Choi Won-joon’s languid voice was heard from behind his head.
“I’m going to do it now.”
“Yoo Seol-ah said that just hugging is enough….”
“Lee-eum. For me, putting my dick in is also a hug.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, ugh!”
He suddenly grabbed his chest, massaged it, and rubbed his lips on his neck. As the hot sensation made his ears turn red, Won-joon laid Lee-eum down straight and climbed on top of him. Lee-eum frowned when he saw the heat rising in his eyes.
“Let’s do it later. I’m not prepared at all today,”
Before he could finish speaking, Won-joon took something out of his pocket. The square-shaped silver foil packaging was obviously a condom.
“It’s extra large. Isn’t it great?”
Should I just kill him…. He was seriously considering it when he took out something else. It was a small tube, and it looked like gel no matter how you looked at it. He only moved his eyes to watch his actions, and he slyly rolled up his shirt and brought his mouth to his chest. The moment he put his tongue on his nipple, Lee-eum was horrified and blocked his head. Just a minute.
“What, why?”
Lee-eum swallowed hard. If he had to do it anyway, he didn’t think he needed this sticky foreplay.
“Just do it….”
“Do what.”
“Just put it in without doing anything else. With a condom on.”
Huh, Choi Won-joon twisted the corners of his mouth as if he was somewhat displeased.
“Are you sure?”
Lee-eum didn’t answer, and Won-joon nodded. Okay. I’ll do it that way if you want. He looked down at Lee-eum and pulled down his pants and underwear. As soon as he saw his dick bouncing up, Lee-eum almost cursed without realizing it. Seeing it in his right mind, he wondered if this was even human.
There was a reason why he bought an extra-large condom….
Won-joon grinned slyly as he grabbed his dick and rubbed it.
“What’s going to happen to Detective Kim. He might die today.”
He was conflicted, but he thought it was better than putting his fingers in and stirring them around. That was very unpleasant and made him feel uncomfortable. Lee-eum made up his mind and made a determined expression.
“Do it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Choi Won-joon took off his top and threw it to the side. His natural frame was close to that of a Westerner. He had broad shoulders, a thick torso, and his body was made up of solid muscles with no fat to be found.
“You take yours off too.”
When he hesitated, Won-joon quickly pulled down his pants and underwear. Suddenly naked, he closed his legs and pulled the blanket, but he snatched it away and spread Lee-eum’s legs apart.
“Wait, no, wait!”
As Lee-eum reached out to stop him, Won-joon put his hands inside his knees and pushed them up. His butt lifted up, revealing his hole, and Lee-eum reached the peak of shame, cursing and covering his face with the back of his arm.
Won-joon looked down at his bottom and clicked his tongue.
“It’s still red. Are you sure you’re okay? Should I lick it?”
“Shut your mouth and just shove it in!”
“Look at the way you talk. You definitely wanted this?”
Won-joon tore the condom with his teeth and put it on his dick, while admiring Kim Yi-eum, who was lying underneath him. His muscles were noticeably contracted as if he was nervous, and his lips were stubbornly closed and his jaw was tense.
To think he would act so bravely and ask to be put in raw when he was like that. He’s cute but annoying. He brought the gel to his hole, and Lee-eum’s body stiffened. He took his arm away and raised his head, so Won-joon squeezed the tube and squeezed out the gel.
“Endure this much. I’ll be upset if you bleed.”
Then he grabbed his dick and pressed the head into the hole. His thigh muscles twitched every time he pressed. Kim Yi-eum looked like a Beta on the outside and had firm muscles, but when he took off his clothes, his skin was white and smooth and he had no body hair.
Would other people even imagine this?
If there’s anyone imagining this, I’m going to kill them.
As he tried to put his head in, he pushed it away right away. Won-joon clicked his tongue and tried again. After several failures, only his head went in, but Kim Yi-eum’s face turned red from his neck to his ears and he was about to die.
“Can you handle it?”
Instead of answering, Lee-eum pulled the blanket over his face. Seeing his hands trembling as he held the blanket, he must be enduring the pain. Seeing that, he started to get angry.
He gave strength and shoved it in, and the inner wall was forcibly opened, and the force of chewing was no joke. Hoo, I’m going crazy. Won-joon tilted his head back for a moment and took a breath. He put it in halfway and leaned his upper body forward to remove the blanket that was covering Kim Yi-eum’s face. His eyes were red with pain, and sweat was beading on his forehead.
“Did, did you put it all in?”
“Not yet. Not even half of it is in.”
Damn it. Lee-eum closed his eyes tightly, and Won-joon moved his waist to put in the rest. Then Lee-eum grabbed his shoulder urgently. Wait, just a minute. I feel like I’m going to throw up.
“Do it on my face.”
“I’m not kidding, ugh, it really hurts…. Wait, take it out, huh?”
Even though he was begging, Won-joon didn’t stop.
“President… It hurts…!”
Won-joon grabbed Lee-eum’s chin, forced his mouth open, put his tongue in, and rubbed it. He thought he would freak out and tell him not to kiss him, but he obediently responded, as if he didn’t even have the strength to do so. He licked every corner, and his body relaxed slightly, and Won-joon used that gap to push it all the way in at once.
Ha-euk! Lee-eum twisted his waist and struggled from the shock he felt for the first time in his life. He realized that he had belatedly asked him to stop, but Won-joon pressured Lee-eum so that he couldn’t move, then gently brushed his hair back and whispered in his ear with a smile.
“It’s starting now. Take it well.”