Desires Chapter 3.4 - II. Fever

He was not ignorant of what kind of bullshit he was spouting. Song Yeongin sneered coldly and glared at Cha Woojin with contempt. If he had wanted to do this, he could have just chosen one of those seductive people who had flocked to him like moths to a flame earlier.

The clear and neat eyes quickly withdrew their gaze of contempt. Song Yeongin turned his body away from him and chose complete avoidance.

He wanted to go back.

Along with the cold avoidance, Song Yeongin’s body moved away from the man. He did not want to associate with him any longer. Song Yeongin turned his back and stood up from the cabana.

At that resignation and cold avoidance, Cha Woojin felt an uncontrollable surge of anger. Cha Woojin fiercely grabbed Song Yeongin’s body as he was leaving the cabana.

The intimidating body strode forward and grabbed Song Yeongin’s face. Song Yeongin’s small face, held in the large hand, was more sullen than ever before.

His sulky expression, filled with reproach, was coy. That one single mischievous and coy expression was enough to arouse Cha Woojin to the point of paralyzing his reason.

The man who had lost his reason pulled the coy face towards him. He began to roughly suck on the plump lips. He licked away the hardened scab of pus on his lips, and as if swallowing the chapped and swollen bright red upper lip, he sucked it back and gently prodded with his tongue.

The large hand that gripped the small face caressed Song Yeongin’s ears and swept down the nape of his neck. He teased the tongue as if playing with it, and then, as if placating it, he licked it, and in the end, he pressed down with his hard nose bridge so he could not even breathe and greedily sucked it all the way to the root. Cha Woojin did not let go of Song Yeongin until saliva was dripping and a sloppy sound was made.

“Heuu…! Hah, eut…!”

He could not stand it, he was suffocating. Song Yeongin pounded Cha Woojin’s chest hard with his fist. As if satisfied with his gasping, Cha Woojin laughed nastily through his clenched teeth. He opened his eyes, which had been closed in a tremble, wide.

He glared at Cha Woojin, who was sucking on his lips like a madman. He did not want to be played by him. The man who was toying with his lips had been looking down at him with his eyes open from the beginning.

When their eyes met, he pulled his lips away from him and whispered.

“Hah… you are feeling relaxed just because you have kissed me a few times now, are you not?”

Cha Woojin came close again and bit his lips as if punishing him. As if to not let him have the luxury of looking at him with his eyes open, the man fiercely violated the inside of Song Yeongin’s mouth.

“Ha, eut…! The thing I absolutely had to do…! Eup…! Was it this kind of thing?”

“I already left evidence with you on the CCTV, did I not.”

“……”

“By disappearing with my hand in yours, I have also earned an alibi for the time after that. The expression ‘killing two birds with one stone’ is used for times like these.”

“……”

Cha Woojin took Song Yeongin’s struggling hand and made him touch his own erect penis.

“More than that, the truth is that my thing here needs you more right now.”

Cha Woojin instantly untied the fastened belt of the trench coat. He quickly delved inside the thin jersey shirt. The cold, biting wind seeped chillingly into his chest. Song Yeongin was disgusted by the man’s skilled touch.

‘Just how many clothes has he taken off…….’

Just how many clothes had he taken off to be able to undress this intricately fastened coat as skillfully as if it were his own. The man who had taken off the coat, as if it were familiar, accurately delved in and groped the stiffly standing nipple.

Just how many bodies have you been through, to be able to daze and toy with your partner with such a skillful and dizzying touch.

It was in the blink of an eye. The large hand that came inside the thin shirt swept over the smooth skin.

Song Yeongin got goosebumps at the touch of the rough hand, frozen from the cold. Cha Woojin, as if for show, met his wicked eyes that curved sensuously, and toyed with the stiffly risen red fruit with his hand as if playing with it.

“Eu…! Heut…! I do not want to.”

Song Yeongin pushed him away, but the hard and strong body did not budge an inch. His touch had only brushed against the noticeably risen nub. However, Song Yeongin’s chest was reacting with a start, sensitively, as if remembering the touch that had tormented and fondled it all night long last time.

When he relentlessly rolled the nipple that was standing erect, not holding back, he felt his lower body quickly grow hot. His unhealed perineum and hole twitched achingly.

“Haeu, eut…!”

The composed eyes that had been quietly watching Song Yeongin, flushed red under the faint light, asked as if they had been waiting for a moan to escape Song Yeongin’s lips.

“…Should I suck it for you?”

A low, monotone voice, he had an impassive face that did not bat an eye. It was a composed and impassive gaze, as if this kind of thing was no big deal.

“Ah, eut! Please stop…. I do not want to do this.”

Cha Woojin kissed the corner of his eye as if violating the neat and chaste eyes he held in his arms. And then he fumbled with the front of Song Yeongin’s pants. Once again, with a skilled touch, he undid the buckle and thrust his hand into Song Yeongin’s pants.

His waist bent, creeped out by that debauched touch. Cha Woojin crudely grabbed Song Yeongin’s slender waist as he jumped up in shock, confining and restraining him in his arms so he could not escape. The man grabbed Song Yeongin’s soft, not yet erect penis over his white underwear and began to stroke it sensually.

“Eut…! No! I said, do not…! Please, stop.”

The solid and intimidating muscular body pressed against him so he could not move an inch. The cold, heavy leather jacket brushed against his face.

“You are a man too, so there is no way you would hate it, so do not feel any guilt.”

“Eung, eut… Ah!”

“Even if you make a face like you have committed a sin, it only turns me on more.”

The broad and strong shoulders swayed in his vision. Cha Woojin’s hand delved inside his underwear and was increasingly rubbing Song Yeongin’s thing fiercely. The penis, red like a bright red flower, was dripping wetly and leaking fluid as if spitting out tears. He intended to make him ejaculate right here, just like this.

An unbearably intense stimulation continued on his innocent and tender, delicate skin. As if he could not bear it, Song Yeongin trembled violently, and then placed his white hand on the man’s hard shoulder.

The cold touch of the leather jacket reached his hand. As Song Yeongin’s hand grabbed his shoulder, the firm arm movements began to quicken. As Song Yeongin’s white hand strongly gripped his trapezius muscle, he could feel the hard muscle bulge in his hand. The man used his hand without holding back. It was his will to make him ejaculate here for sure.

At some point, his pants were halfway down. Cha Woojin sat Song Yeongin on his own bulging thigh.

The man’s hand fumbled with Song Yeongin’s white, smooth thighs and then his firm buttocks. As his hand slid secretly down the crevice and fumbled with the tight hole, his rear twitched and grew wet as if it had been waiting. Cha Woojin smirked slightly upon seeing Song Yeongin moaning while clinging to his neck, his rear twitching.

“Hah, it is making a fuss, asking to be filled. This place….”

Even though the place he had rummaged through had not yet recovered, he himself was dumbfounded that his body remembered pleasure more than pain. The man toyed with his hole that twitched at the mere touch and stimulated his erect penis.

“Eung. Eut…! I think I am going to come…!”

The beautiful voice panted in the empty air and let out a strange, nasal sound. It was a thick and pretty breath that scraped at a man’s nerves.

Just like that, Song Yeongin could not even resist properly and met an early ejaculation while clinging to Cha Woojin’s broad shoulders and nape.

Song Yeongin, having ejaculated, clung to him and trembled pathetically. He had deliberately and skillfully applied continuous stimulation to the sensitive tip of his foreskin to make Song Yeongin ejaculate. It was too early and steep an ejaculation. His hand was covered in the thin semen he had spilled.

His dark eyebrows arched. Cha Woojin stared blankly at Song Yeongin with composed eyes. Song Yeongin, who had ejaculated on his hand and was trembling while clinging to his nape, had a devastated face that looked like it would cry at any moment.

The clear eyes, languidly enveloped in the feeling of ejaculation, slowly scanned Cha Woojin’s rider jacket. Only then did Song Yeongin discover that his white semen had splattered messily on his black leather jacket.

“The clothes… are dirty… I, I am sorry…. That is why, I told you not to do it.”

Song Yeongin, to the point of being sexually潔癖, had loathed acts of masturbation where one seeks pleasure for oneself. Such dirty and greedy things should not exist within him. That was Song Yeongin’s way of protesting against the forceful greed and wicked lustful hands that had reached for him since his immature days.

However, Cha Woojin was awakening the fact that he too was, after all, a man’s body. A body made to get an erection and ejaculate somehow when stimulated.

The shameless man, as if nothing had happened, was coolly and shamelessly wiping the semen off the leather jacket and his large hand with a handkerchief he had taken out of his jacket pocket.

Before the afterglow of ejaculation had even faded, Cha Woojin took Song Yeongin’s long, white hand and made him touch his lower body. A hard and huge object, heavily filled with blood, was rising up ferociously as if to pierce through his pants and was poking at Song Yeongin’s hand.

“If you are sorry, do something about this.”

“……”

“I did not know my dick would get hard while making another man come.”

Song Yeongin turned his blushing red face away in embarrassment. He brought Song Yeongin’s hand to the club like object that was standing up ferociously, and forced him to wrap his hand around it. Cha Woojin gestured languidly with his eyes, seeking lust.

Song Yeongin, who was at a loss, hesitated and pondered. It was not right to just shamelessly leave the man who had made him ejaculate by touching his thing.

It was too hard, as if it would burst. As a fellow man, there was no way he would not know that it was painful to have one’s lower body so erect, with blood pooled in the penis as if it would burst. And, he would try to relieve his lust in some way or another. Song Yeongin softened his reddened eyes that looked as if they would cry, and complied as if he had no choice.

“I will… do it with my hand. Then.”

The man, who had been barely suppressing his boiling lust, let out a hollow laugh as if he found it absurd.

“Hah… do whatever you want then.”

Cha Woojin unzipped his own fly from a sitting position. A merciless and weapon like object that he could not get used to no matter how many times he saw it popped out. He could not believe that an object of such a shameless size, that should never enter a human body, had violated his insides all night long.

“Come here and kneel.”

Song Yeongin obediently knelt between the man’s legs as instructed. With his white hand, he wrapped the thick glans where blood had pooled. As a fellow man, there was no way he did not know how to make someone ejaculate.

Though his touch was clumsy, Song Yeongin diligently caressed the foreskin at the tip of the glans and moved back and forth, stroking the thick shaft where the veins bulged. The hard and heavy penis was so much that it was difficult to even hold in his hand.

At that sincere and pretty hand movement, Cha Woojin’s thing was gradually getting wet. A thick, pre-ejaculate fluid oozed out. The kneeling Song Yeongin raised his head to check Cha Woojin’s face. His languid eyes, entangled with passion, arched mischievously.

“Hah, you are clumsy….”

“……”

“At this rate, just when are you planning to make me come?”

As the kneeling Song Yeongin looked up at Cha Woojin from below with chaste and gentle eyes, he grabbed Song Yeongin’s small face with one hand, as if he could not help it.

“It seems coming in your hand is out of the question. So suck me with that horny face of yours.”

When Song Yeongin turned his head away in cold refusal, Cha Woojin conceded a point and said.

“Or, lift your head and look at me while you touch it.”

Song Yeongin lifted his bowed head. The delicate and slender face, as if sculpted, and the coy eyes looked up at the man. Between his thick thighs, Song Yeongin continued to sincerely hasten the ejaculation with that foolish and clumsy hand movement.

Strictly speaking, Cha Woojin was going easy on Song Yeongin. Since he was not keen on sucking his thing with his mouth or receiving it from behind, he was just letting him touch it with his hand.

For Cha Woojin, the very fact that he was allowing such a boring and childish hand play, instead of thrusting his own thing into the object of his sexual desire or making him suck it himself, was something he himself found hard to accept. In fact, Cha Woojin himself did not know what on earth he was doing.

Song Yeongin, like a good, obedient child, lifted his face and looked up at him as Cha Woojin had said. Song Yeongin’s hand movements were so clumsy and ignorant that it seemed he had never even masturbated properly. However, he continued without stopping, sincerely gripping and stroking Cha Woojin’s heavy cock.

He seemed to have a terrible lack of talent for handjobs, but that coy face holding his cock was driving him insane. The desolate face, having ejaculated once, held a languid sexiness behind its chastity.

Their gazes intertwined. As their gazes tangled with that naughty, uncorrupted face, Cha Woojin’s cock grew even harder, as if he was finally getting aroused. White, slender fingers gripped and shook the ferocious cock, which was so stiff it seemed it would break.

“There is no one more stubborn. It would be easy if you just put it in your mouth with that face and sucked….”

Cha Woojin, who had grabbed the back of the head of Song Yeongin kneeling between his two legs, commanded Song Yeongin in a low, monotone voice.

“Come here and kiss me.”

The lost eyes hesitated, but soon complied. Song Yeongin, who had been holding the object with his hand, rose up to Cha Woojin’s handsome philtrum and carefully pressed their lips together.

He sucked on Cha Woojin’s lips just like that. Nothing, not the hand movements or the kiss, was skillful, and he was clumsy, but the sight of him kneeling below him and helping him masturbate was quite a spectacle. The face that gripped and shook the thick cock was coy and innocent, but there was no way to hide the overflowing sexiness in his red, wet eyes.

The sight of that chaste and holy face, which looked as if it had never masturbated and never would, innocently closing its eyes and taking the initiative to actively seek Cha Woojin’s tongue was stimulating.

The thought of spreading his round, pretty buttocks and entering his hole became the only desperate desire. The thought of shoving himself into that narrow hole that held and squeezed him with an insane tightness was flooding Cha Woojin’s aroused mind like a beast.

However, Cha Woojin did not want to make that kid cry and rape him on the first day of the new year. The reason he had rummaged through his closing insides and acted violently during their first encounter was because of Song Yeongin’s attitude of responding with silence even when asked about his experience.

That strange silence had made Cha Woojin lose his reason.

But, when his close friend and personal physician, Jo Seungyeon, saw the state of the affected area and clicked his tongue, saying that he had forcibly torn apart a clean and tender place that was not accustomed to it, Cha Woojin could not help but feel a sliver of guilt.

“That is enough, open your mouth.”

Cha Woojin abruptly shoved his thick, long fingers into Song Yeongin’s slightly parted mouth. The soft, fluttering tongue wrapped around his fingers.

With the fingers in his mouth, that small face became a lewd and naughty face that aroused a man. Using that as an appetizer and mobilizing his imagination, Cha Woojin forced an early ejaculation.

Thin semen stained Song Yeongin’s cheek and lips. After ejaculating, Cha Woojin looked down at Song Yeongin’s face, stained with his own semen, slowly and contemplatively. The sight was so hair-raisingly horny that his loins grew stiff again even after ejaculating.

Cha Woojin wiped the semen that had splattered on Song Yeongin’s face with his own fingertips and let out a low, hollow laugh.

“Hah, I feel like I am going through a late puberty again.”

“……”

“To think I would come from a mere handjob like this, not in a hole or a mouth….”

Cha Woojin wiped the rest of the semen off Song Yeongin’s face with a handkerchief. Contrary to what he was saying, it was a gentle touch.

The fireworks had already ended a long time ago. The place where the things that had burned like fireworks had passed was this empty.

From the leather jacket, the vibration of a cell phone was ringing noisily. Cha Woojin answered the call without delay.

“I will be down soon, so be on standby.”

The authoritative voice of one accustomed to giving orders instructed the other party only on the matter at hand and hung up the phone curtly.

Cha Woojin stared at Song Yeongin’s precarious and strange face, languidly drenched in sex, and said.

“I have to go straight to the airport, so sleep here. If you want, you can continue to stay there.”

Was ‘there’ referring to that secret hideout?

“You can draw… or make a studio. There are plenty of empty rooms gathering dust, so what I am saying is you can use this place as you please.”

Out of the blue, Cha Woojin brought up drawing, something he had never mentioned before. He was spouting strange nonsense without any context. What on earth was a studio. Whatever it was, Song Yeongin was just dumbfounded.

“That will not happen…. I will be going straight home.”

“I have assigned a person under you, so give him instructions on what you need. Then he will carry out all your requests as if they were my orders.”

“I… do not need something like that.”

The man, who had calmed down after ejaculating, flashed his eyes, which had become sharp, languidly wet.

“It is not that you need it, it is because I need it. You do not have the right to refuse it.”

“……”

‘No right to refuse?’

At Cha Woojin’s one-sided notice, as if he had just remembered, Song Yeongin took out the metal microcard that was in the pocket of his trench coat and handed it to Cha Woojin.

He had to return this key to this man. He refused to be swayed by him like this any longer.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The man’s coolly stretched eyes narrowed.

“I do not need it, so take it back.”

Song Yeongin shoved the tiny metal key, smaller than a single joint of a finger, which he had received from Park Seongjae, into Cha Woojin’s hand, forcibly returning it to Cha Woojin.

“What is your scheme? Do I look that easy to you?”

“……”

“Do I look ridiculous to you, like I am some kind of idiot with no power or influence, who does whatever you tell me to do… because you think I cannot do anything? Is that why you are doing this?”

Cha Woojin was just listening to Song Yeongin’s words with an impassive gaze.

“What are you going to do if I pull some foolish trick, or if I leak secrets to someone… what if I betray you, Director? Why are you giving me something like this?”

Cha Woojin replied composedly with calm and arrogant eyes.

“Do it.”

“……”

“I will take it, so if you can do it, go ahead and try.”

“……”

“Do it. Sell it for a profit. Betray me, sell the information in there, and get your hands on a sum of money you could never have held in your life. Bury me.”

“……”

“Even if you do, I will not resent you.”

Song Yeongin was extremely agitated.

“This is not a joke…! I do not want to get entangled in this. I do not need a key that can get me in and out of there. I will not stay there, nor will I have this…! So, do not give me things like this.”

That was not just a statement about this key alone.

“I cannot handle it….”

“……”

“I am afraid of myself….”

Afraid. He was scared.

He should not get any deeper than this. Getting entangled with a dangerous place like this, and getting more and more deeply involved with this man, he could not do it anymore. But, he was being dragged along even though he knew. He could not refuse. If he continued to accept the things he was given without end like this, it was clear that he would hit rock bottom and fall. After all, the end was set and dreams come to an end.

Cha Woojin reached out and caressed the pale, frightened cheek.

“I did not give you that key because I trust you. I do not trust anyone.”

“……”

“It is true. Ever since I was almost poisoned to death by a blood relative when I was eight, I have not trusted anyone.”

Song Yeongin froze on the spot, his eyes wide with surprise at the unexpected words that came from Cha Woojin’s mouth.

“The reason I gave you that key is not because I trust you, but because I trust myself. The belief that I can control and resolve it in any situation and under any variable.”

“……”

“It is not because I have an ulterior motive, nor am I toying with you.”

“……”

“It is just that, while I am away from Korea for a long time. I want you to stay in the safest place where Matteo… no, where no one can harm you.”

Cha Woojin, like a habit, again lifted the sleeve of his leather jacket and checked the heavy metal watch on his wrist. He seemed extremely pressed for time, but he did not show a single sign of it and smiled leisurely.

“You are a smart person, so you must have understood what I am saying well.”

The transparent eyes, trembling precariously, were quietly gazing at Cha Woojin.

“There is no time. I have to go to the boarding gate right now to catch my flight.”

“……”

“Now… if you have understood my words, come here before I go and part those pretty lips of yours.”

He always checked his watch. He knew that he was a busy person who had to split his time because of his schedule. He dislikes wasting energy and time on useless things more than the value of money or material possessions. He dislikes getting into useless arguments, and…

‘But why is that person dedicating his precious time to me?’

The desolate face, as if tears would fall at any moment, approached Cha Woojin. Song Yeongin, with a docile face, obediently went closer and parted his plumply closed lips as the man had said.

‘We will not be able to meet for a while.’

The man who had never uttered a single word about his schedule was telling him that he would be away from Korea for a long time and thus would not be able to see him for a while. At Song Yeongin’s obedient attitude, he gallantly arched his long eyes.

Cha Woojin, as if responding, politely placed a kiss on the pretty lips. His chest ached at that kind and gentlemanly kiss. He could possess me this politely without coveting anything. The moist eyelashes distorted and trembled faintly.

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The two once again walked down the path they had walked in silence. Past the narrow spiral staircase reminiscent of a cathedral’s bell tower, he walked following the man’s large back.

Song Yeongin could tell. Cha Woojin was deviously finding his way towards the direction close to the entrance of the secret hideout, taking a roundabout path. He chose and boarded the nearest elevator.

When the elevator opened, the two stood at a fork in the road that led outside.

In the distance, a sleek black sedan was visible, on standby. At that fork in the road, Park Seongjae was waiting to escort his superior, bowing respectfully as if he had been waiting.

Park Seongjae urgently informed Cha Woojin.

“Director, we really do not have time. You must get to the boarding gate quickly.”

Song Yeongin intended to return to his hideout, change his clothes, and go home. It was the moment they were about to silently bid farewell at that fork in the road.

The metal buckle at the end of the rider jacket’s sleeve dangled by his ear. Cha Woojin parted Song Yeongin’s hair at the back as he was turning away and grabbed the nape of his neck. And he whispered lowly in his ear.

With arrogant and composed eyes that could not be defied, he once again gently placed the microcard, the key to the secret hideout, into Song Yeongin’s hand.

Again, Cha Woojin turned away fleetingly, as if nothing had happened. Showing his broad and large back clad in the leather jacket, he calmly walked towards the car.

Song Yeongin’s cheeks and the rims of his ears were dyed bright red, as if they were on fire. It was the most blush-inducing new year’s greeting he had ever heard in his life. It was a sweet whisper that burned his heart like the fireworks that had exploded in the night sky.

I will probably never be able to forget the words he gave me.