By Zephyria 
Choi Won-joon knelt down when Lee-eum stubbornly kept his mouth shut. He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, revealing Lee-eum’s erect cock. Won-joon smiled at Lee-eum.
“Master, I’ll enjoy this.”
This perverted bastard. He tried to push his head away in disgust, but his tongue touched his glans. His body stiffened, and Choi Won-joon licked his cock, rolling his tongue as if to show off. His skill was so proficient that it was hard to believe he had never sucked below the shaft before.
Lee-eum almost unconsciously groaned as he swept upwards from the base of the shaft. When clear fluid beaded at the tip of his glans, Choi Won-joon ate it as if to show off. Lee-eum belatedly came to his senses and tried to pull up his pants.
“Th-this doesn’t feel right! Let’s stop. Go away.”
As he tried to pull up his pants and get away, Choi Won-joon slung Lee-eum over his shoulder. Lee-eum was flustered and flailed his arms and legs as his body suddenly floated in the air. He felt humiliated that a grown man of 180 cm was being handled like a doll. When he told him to put him down, Choi Won-joon laid Lee-eum on the sofa and climbed on top of him.
He took off his jacket and began to unbutton his shirt one by one.
“Get off.”
Despite the strong tone, Choi Won-joon ignored him and threw off his shirt. A white gauze was clearly attached to the lower part of his well-muscled body. He thought about punching him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it because he was worried about the wound. On the other hand, he was annoyed just by the fact that he was worried about him. Why do I have to worry about this guy? Why?
“You have a lot of different expressions. What are you thinking about? Huh?”
He put his hand next to Lee-eum’s face and stared down at him. Lee-eum wasn’t small either, but the presence that Choi Won-joon exuded was overwhelming. He felt inferior as a man and was embarrassed, so he slightly avoided his gaze, and his fingertips touched his cheek.
After that, he naturally came down like drawing a picture, unbuttoned his shirt, invaded inside, and groped his skin.
“You’re hotter than usual. Is it because of the alcohol?”
“Get off. You’re heavy.”
“Then do you want to get on top and shake it?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, ugh!”
Choi Won-joon parted his shirt and licked his chest. His tongue teased his nipples, and Lee-eum didn’t know what to do as his body heated up. He kept repeating the act, and finally swallowed his nipple and moved his jaw roughly.
A painful and tingling sensation made him groan involuntarily. Until he met Choi Won-joon, he had never imagined that he could feel it with his chest. He bit it lightly with his front teeth, flicked it up with his tongue, and then rubbed his face against his chest and took a deep breath.
“Ah, fuck. This feels so good….”
It was sticky, humid, and sweaty because it was summer, but he couldn’t understand what was so good about it. Is it possible that I have a Pheromone scent? Even in the midst of all this, Lee-eum couldn’t smell Choi Won-joon’s Pheromone scent. Is it only possible during a heat cycle?
He felt a slight disappointment, and was startled as soon as he realized it. I’m drunk, so my thoughts are going wild. While his head was in a mess, Choi Won-joon pulled down Lee-eum’s pants and underwear. The touch of his hands groping his hole brought him back to his senses.
“Wait a minute. Wait!”
“Are you thinking of running away now?”
Lee-eum rolled his eyes.
“We don’t have a condom….”
“I just want to do it.”
“Absolutely, absolutely not.”
When he answered firmly, Won-joon clicked his tongue with a disappointed expression and headed to the bedroom to get a condom and lubricant. In the meantime, Lee-eum straightened his clothes and hurriedly ran to the study. He locked the door and straightened his clothes, but then he heard someone outside and knocked.
“Open it before I break it down, okay?”
“I’m sorry. I was drunk and out of my mind. Can you please leave?”
“Lee-eum, do you know what the worst bastard in the world is?”
“A guy who cuts off people’s fingers and secretly buries them? A bastard like Choi Won-joon?”
Ha, he heard him laugh and then it was quiet. Lee-eum gently put his ear to the door.
“Happy 70th birthday to your father. Don’t you recognize me?”
He was horrified and ran out, but Choi Won-joon smiled shamelessly, waving his empty hands. Shit. He tried to close the door again, but he was a step too late and was properly grabbed this time. Choi Won-joon drove Lee-eum into the study like prey, made him lie face down on the desk, and pressed down on him with force, quickly stripping his pants and underwear down to his thighs.
“You can take this much as the price for making fun of me, right?”
“Get off!”
He reached back to stop Choi Won-joon, but it didn’t work, and even if he tried to pinch him, he couldn’t grab his flesh because he was a mass of muscles. While he was grinding his teeth and cursing, Choi Won-joon applied lubricant to his fingers and shoved them in without hesitation. The sound of squelching sent shivers down his spine.
He barely lifted his head to look ahead and was confronted with his father’s stern face in the family photo. He reached out to remove it, but couldn’t reach it. His fingers came out, and he heard a small sound of plastic tearing, and then his cock was rubbed against his hole.
Choi Won-joon pushed hard and gave strength to the front, but when his hole didn’t open, he shoved it in recklessly. Lee-eum swallowed his breath and struggled, not knowing what to do as he felt it forcibly opening.
When he lifted his upper body, Choi Won-joon pressed down on his shoulders to prevent him from moving and moved his waist leisurely. The more it rubbed against his mucous membrane, the more his cock expanded inside, and the pressure on his organs also increased.
It wasn’t like water was flowing out of him like others, but compared to before, the reaction was definitely noticeably different. Heat bloomed in his stomach and spread like wildfire throughout his body, and Lee-eum now only breathed roughly instead of telling him to stop.
“Moan. I want to hear it.”
“It hurts….”
“Does it only hurt?”
“……”
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“……”
“Shall I make you feel even better?”
He stood Lee-eum up. As his hole tightened, Choi Won-joon gritted his teeth and spat out a curse. When he turned the direction while inserted, the figures of the two were reflected in the full-length mirror that had been placed on one side. Lee-eum was horrified. It was something that Hyung had left behind, saying it was useless, and it was an object that he had forgotten about because it was stuck in a corner.
“No, no! Wait a minute!”
Choi Won-joon went to the mirror, and Lee-eum was embarrassed, not knowing where to put his eyes as he saw his naked figure. His lower body was stripped and hung on his ankles, and his upper body was completely undone, with clear red marks on his chest.
He was wearing his uniform, which added to his guilt, but other emotions were also bubbling up and tormenting his heart.
When he turned his head to look away, Choi Won-joon grabbed his chin and forced him to look straight ahead. The feeling of his cock going in and out every time he moved his waist was vividly conveyed. Lee-eum saw his expression vividly. The process of his eyes going out of focus and his face flushed with excitement.
“How is it? It’s different from what you imagined, right?”
“It’s noisy, so please, somewhere else, haah…!”
Choi Won-joon suddenly hit him hard and shook Lee-eum’s cock with his other hand. Ahh! As he tilted his head back, Choi Won-joon buried his face in his neck and chewed on it without stopping.
As the speed gradually increased and stimulation was applied back and forth, excitement surged beyond imagination. He should have felt ashamed as usual, but it was as thrilling and even felt a sense of depravity, like when he secretly learned to smoke from Roh Seon-gyu when he was a teenager without his parents knowing.
The sound of flesh colliding slapped his ears. Lee-eum groaned and scratched Choi Won-joon’s arm, which was holding his cock, until it was scarred. As he gradually felt the urge to ejaculate, the muscles in his abdomen and thighs noticeably contracted.
Haa, his body trembled as if convulsing, and at the same time, semen was sprayed on the mirror and flowed down like paint. Only after squeezing out the last drop did Choi Won-joon let go, and Lee-eum collapsed in place as his legs gave way.
While he was spacing out and panting, Choi Won-joon came forward, took off the condom from his cock, and grabbed Lee-eum’s chin. He seemed to know what he was going to do, but he didn’t even have the strength to avoid it. Won-joon caressed Lee-eum’s cheek and soothed him gently.
“I won’t tell you to suck it, so just stay still.”
When his fingers stirred in his mouth, Lee-eum unknowingly stuck out his tongue. The smile on Choi Won-joon’s face deepened, and his veins bulged so fiercely on his arms and cock. Choi Won-joon’s eyes, looking down at him with his teeth clenched, were being consumed by desire. For the first time, he didn’t hate that look.