Formless Chapter 11

The mirror reflected my terrified appearance. My cheeks now had a greenish tint. However, the bruises on my arms and legs from when I had tumbled over with the chair a few days ago were still purple, and the bruises from before that had faded a little. Instead, they had spread out widely, making my whole body look mottled. Had I always been this skinny? Heewoon was staring blankly at the mirror when he opened the shower stall door again.

“How many times are you going to wash up.”

The voice that came from behind was scarier than anything else.

Heewoon barely managed to swallow a scream and turned around. Standing there, having opened the bathroom door that he was sure he had locked, was Seo Gangwoo, his face devoid of expression. He was dressed comfortably in a navy silk robe, but he could not have looked more threatening.

“To…to wash up cleanly.”

After spitting out the words, Heewoon anticipated it. I’m going to get hit. And when his hair was subsequently grabbed in a painful grip, he squeezed his eyes shut. But Seo Gangwoo lowered his lips to the nape of his neck. After taking a deep breath just like before, he raised his head.

A soft texture could be felt on Heewoon’s bare back. It was the robe Seo Gangwoo was wearing. Heewoon stared fearfully at the beautiful face reflected in the mirror.

In the mirror, Gangwoo, who had met Heewoon’s eyes, smiled strangely, loosened the grip of his hand, and began to fiddle with his hair.

Since he had only roughly dried it with a towel, water droplets had formed at the ends of his hair. When he grabbed a little of his hair and squeezed it, the moisture flowed down the inside of his hand. Gangwoo’s gaze followed it. When the water droplets passed his wrist and went inside the robe, he raised his head.

Wrapping his arms around Heewoon’s waist, Gangwoo slowly opened his mouth.

“Listening to the sound of you washing up felt a little, strange.”

“…”

Heewoon looked at the arms wrapped around his waist. Veins stood out on the arms revealed below the robe. Even though he wasn’t embracing him that forcefully, it felt like he couldn’t move an inch. It might have been because the body pressed against his back was firm.

A bruised body in a large, firm embrace. Heewoon thought he looked like a mouse caught in a trap.

“It feels like I’m having sex for the first time.”

Seo Gangwoo, who had spoken as if whispering, chuckled and rested his forehead on Heewoon’s shoulder. The sound of his quiet laughter burrowed into his ear. Unable to understand what was so funny, Heewoon just bit his lip. Gangwoo, who had been rubbing his cheek against his shoulder, spoke in a low voice.

“Do you normally bruise easily?”

“…Yeah.”

Let’s go. He left the bathroom, still holding Heewoon from behind. It felt like being trapped without any way out. Whenever a languid breath touched his ear or the top of his head, Heewoon became even more tense. Each time Gangwoo’s already hard penis touched his bare buttocks, he was startled and his steps quickened.

“Ah. You’re like a virgin. Are you doing this on purpose to turn me on?”

Standing in front of the bed, Gangwoo pulled Heewoon’s waist hard. His buttocks were pressed tightly against Gangwoo’s front without a single gap. Heewoon was naked without a single scrap of cloth on, and Gangwoo, too, was wearing only a thin robe. It was enough to feel the heat and hardness.

As the erect penis rubbed, swish, swish, against the cleft of his buttocks, the fine hairs on his cheeks and the back of his neck stood on end. Gangwoo, who let out a languid breath, lowered his head and licked Heewoon’s cheek. The warm, firm tongue licked from his cheek, past the area below his ear, to the nape of his neck.

Heewoon shrank his neck and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was now past 7 o’clock. Maybe he could leave without having sex.

“Aack—!”

Seo Gangwoo suddenly bit the back of his neck hard. Gangwoo, who held Heewoon’s flailing body firmly, gnawed a little more on the spot he had bitten.

“Why do you keep looking at the clock, that’s upsetting.”

“Hnngh…”

The feeling of a sharp canine pressing into his skin was terrifying. It felt like it was going to bleed.

“It seems like you want to finish quickly, so I’ll do just that.”

Get on your hands and knees. Seo Gangwoo spoke bluntly as he pushed Heewoon onto the bed. Trembling, Heewoon placed his hands on the bed and got on all fours. They were clean white sheets, but the mattress that had been stained with brown spots kept overlapping in his vision.

“You have to bend over more.”

Gangwoo said as he grabbed the back of Heewoon’s neck and pressed down. The bruises on his buttocks and thighs had faded a lot. Even when he grabbed a plump buttock in one hand and kneaded it forcefully, he only tensed his back and didn’t even let out a moan.

Gangwoo looked down crookedly at Heewoon, who was on all fours, trembling.

“Spread your ass.”

When Heewoon flinched his shoulders and hesitated, he didn’t wait and smacked his buttocks. Hearing a suppressed groan of, Ugh, the corners of Gangwoo’s mouth lifted slightly.

“We don’t have time. Hurry up.”

A large hand struck his thigh hard. Heewoon squeezed his eyes shut and reached his hands back to spread both his butt cheeks. More. At the low command, the hands gripping his buttocks tensed. With his cheek buried in the sheet, Heewoon breathed in shallow gasps.

Standing next to the bed, Gangwoo bent over and looked between Heewoon’s buttocks.

“It’s fine. I think I can just shove it right in.”

He said casually and tickled Heewoon’s fingers, which were holding his buttocks. The way he slowly traced the inside of his fingers felt just like a bug crawling on him. Seo Gangwoo, who had been moving as if he would touch him but not quite, was now pressing firmly on the flesh of his buttocks that squeezed out between his fingers.

As he rubbed the tightly shut hole with his thumb, the hole twitched as if in response.

“Heuh…”

At the sound of the moan that escaped, unable to overcome his fear, Gangwoo’s eyes flashed. He looked around, then brought over some lotion and squeezed a drop onto the cleft of his buttocks.

“Ah!”

Startled by the cold sensation, Heewoon’s hands slipped.

“Spread them properly.”

Smack. As Gangwoo fiercely slapped his thigh, he tremblingly gripped his buttocks with his white hands and spread them again.

The hole with white lotion running down it, the bruised buttocks, and the trembling Woo Heewoon. Rolling his tongue in his dry mouth, Gangwoo pushed his middle finger into the hole that looked like it was leaking semen.

As the thick knuckle of the finger entered, Heewoon took a deep breath. He tried his best to relax. It was something he had learned that night.

The finger that had been moving in and out of the inner walls a few times pulled out, and once again, a cold liquid dripped down. Heewoon shuddered. A slightly lowered voice was heard.

“Endure it. Don’t go whining that it hurts again.”

“…Nnngh…”

If he was going to take his penis anyway, he didn’t want it to be painful. When Heewoon nodded, Gangwoo’s lips moved slightly. He lowered his lips to his white back, then buried his nose around his waist and inhaled.

As Gangwoo hugged his stiffened waist and rubbed his nose against him, a piece of flesh, thump, brushed against his hand. It was Woo Heewoon’s cock. After a sidelong glance, Gangwoo withdrew his hand and raised his head.

He could see the ass, with white lotion dripping down between the cheeks. Gangwoo suddenly became curious about Heewoon’s face.

“Turn your head.”

You can let go of your ass, now. At the words added in a feigned-gentle tone, Heewoon placed his hands on the bed and turned his head. His small face was completely contorted and flushed red. He looked like a cherry or a cherry tomato. Small and red and round.

Gangwoo habitually licked his own lips and placed one hand next to Heewoon’s. Gangwoo’s chest and Heewoon’s back touched, and their lips came together.

“Uht…”

His lower lip was bitten hard, and Heewoon let out a moan. Not missing that opening, a tongue thrust in and stirred wantonly inside his mouth. It licked the roof of his mouth as if pressing down on it and entangled his tongue. Gangwoo, who had swallowed the saliva that welled up from being prodded under his tongue, let out a satisfied sigh.

“Stick out your tongue.”

The low, sticky voice was full of lust.

Heewoon, breathing hard, peeked his tongue out between his lips. More. Gangwoo urged him in a low voice.

“That’s right.”

Gangwoo, who had kissed his cheek as if brushing against it, bit the cutely protruding tongue between his lips. They pressed the tips of their tongues together, rubbing them hard, then he sucked on it forcefully.

“Uuugh…!”

At the pulling pain in his tongue, Heewoon fidgeted and moved forward. Because of that, Gangwoo’s fingers that had been stirring his hole slipped out.

Haaah. Letting out a long breath, Seo Gangwoo straightened his back. Heewoon watched fearfully as he untied the loosely tied robe sash and let it fall. A body with broad shoulders and packed with dense muscle was revealed through the robe. Heewoon unconsciously moved toward the center of the bed.

“Come here and get on your hands and knees like before.”

Unlike his languid voice, his downcast eyes glinted menacingly, filled with lust. Heewoon moved his stiff limbs.

The skinny body on all fours at the edge of the bed looked even smaller and more frail in comparison to the large body standing behind it.

Gangwoo applied lotion to his own erect penis. When he pressed the head against the top of the hole, the soft buttocks twitched and tensed.

“Relax.”

“…Yeah.”

Heewoon closed his eyes, feeling his breathing grow increasingly rough. Seo Gangwoo’s robe brushing against his thighs was soft. But the head of the penis pressing insistently between his buttocks was extremely threatening.

Gangwoo pushed the head of his penis into the hole, which was soaked with lotion. Looking down at Heewoon, who was trembling and letting out suppressed moans, he slowly stroked his pliant waist.

“Sunbae. Try going—hoo.”

“…Hoo?”

Heewoon asked in an unconfident tone.

“Not like that. Take a deep breath and then hooo—.”

Heewoon did as Gangwoo told him, taking a deep breath and then breathing out with a, hooo. More, longer. At the voice that spoke encouragingly from behind, he took another deep breath and then let it out in a long exhale.

“Hooo—Aack!”

In the middle of his exhale, the penis that had only been in by the tip entered all at once, up to the root. Overcome by the pressure, Heewoon choked and twisted his body.

“Ah, it’s so tight.”

Try to relax a little. Gangwoo smacked Heewoon’s buttocks, slap, slap. Heewoon trembled and tried his best. The feeling of his rear being spread open was unfamiliar.

But it familiarly brought back the memories and feelings of that night.

The firm thing that completely filled the narrow passage slid out slowly and then, slam, surged back in. His vision shook uncontrollably. The hands gripping his hips hard enough to hurt were large and hot.

“Heok, heuh…heuk…”

Because of the shaking, tears were scattered across the sheet. His breathing kept getting rougher. At this rate, he might stop breathing altogether. His mind, wiped completely blank, just repeated the thought that he was going to die.

“Haah. Woo Heewoon.”

Gangwoo, who had pressed his chest to Heewoon’s back, bit and sucked on the nape of his neck. Whether he couldn’t overcome his excitement, he pinched Heewoon’s nipples hard or gripped his skin forcefully.

“Hnngh…heok, heok…”