Formless Chapter 51

Heewoon, who had been blinking at Gangwoo’s hand in front of him, slowly placed his own hand on top of it. Gangwoo grasped the back of Heewoon’s hand and pushed his fingers into Heewoon’s mouth.

“Ueup…”

“Suck them.”

Leaving him to suck on the fingers, Gangwoo untied the sash of his robe.

As the semi-erect penis wavered before his eyes, Heewoon squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them. Stroking his penis with one hand, Gangwoo lifted Heewoon’s chin with the other and spoke slowly.

“Sunbae, you’re going to prep your own hole. I’m not going to do it for you today, so if you don’t want to bleed, you’d better do a good job of it.”

“It hurts when I bleed…”

Heewoon, having spat out the fingers, mumbled dazedly.

“Right. That’s why you have to do it well.”

Unngh. Still on his knees, he fumbled between his buttocks with his fingers. The wet fabric caught on his fingertips. As if unaware he was even wearing underwear, Heewoon only prodded his fingers into the crack of his ass. The navy blue briefs, now a darker color from being wet, were wedged completely between the cheeks.

“Is it not working?”

At the tearful face that didn’t know what to do, Gangwoo slowly rubbed his penis against it. He let out a long breath, grabbed Heewoon’s head tightly, and rubbed it roughly.

“You have to take your underwear off.”

His voice was gentle, even as he was rubbing his cock against Heewoon’s face so hard that he was staggering, unable to get his bearings.

“Heuep… eugh…”

With his face buried deep in Gangwoo’s groin, Heewoon fumbled to take off his underwear. The alcohol-soaked underwear wouldn’t come down easily and got stuck below his buttocks.

“Are you all done?”

“No. No…”

For someone so drunk, Heewoon put his own fingers back into his mouth quite urgently. After rolling them with his tongue and sucking them, he brought his hand to his back. With one hand bracing himself on the bed, he was crouched over, and with the other, he fumbled for his hole, his white back flexing pliantly.

“Heueu…”

“…Ah. I should have made you do this sooner.”

“…Unngh?”

Gangwoo, smiling cheerfully at Heewoon who had questioned him, gripped his menacingly erect penis and slapped him across the cheek with it.

“Ah!”

“Your hand stopped. Do it properly.”

The hard penis slapped again and again against the cheek he had just been hit on. Heewoon flinched and pulled his head back.

“I, I’m doing it. Don’t hit me.”

“I don’t like your tone.”

Gangwoo said crookedly. When the thick head hit his lips, it hurt quite a bit. Heewoon pressed his lips together firmly and wrinkled his nose.

“Eueup…”

“That’s not right. When a cock touches you, you should open up.”

Heewoon trembled minutely as he opened his mouth. Crouched over, trying to stretch his anus from behind while craning his neck forward was an uncomfortable position, and his body kept wobbling. As he swayed, his tongue licked the tip as if brushing past it. Pfft. With a laugh, Gangwoo grabbed Heewoon’s head with both hands and pushed his cock into his mouth.

“Try sucking it well. Or your hole might really tear.”

Heewoon’s eyes, one cheek bulging out, grew wide.

“Ueubeu…”

As if he wanted to speak, Gangwoo scraped his squirming tongue and pushed his penis in deeper. Heewoon’s weak eyes shot open. The alcohol sloshing up to his throat felt like it would pour out at any moment.

“Ugh— heueu…”

“Haaah.”

As his throat twitched and tightened around the tip, Gangwoo let out a languid sigh. When he slowly pulled his penis out, there was a squelching sound. Heewoon closed his eyes, trying to hold back his nausea. It had truly risen to the tip of his chin, and Heewoon removed the hand that was fumbling between his buttocks and braced himself on the bed.

Gangwoo tilted his head, rubbing his cock against the red, swollen cheek as if wiping it.

“Are you ready already?”

“Heuk… Ga, Gangwoo.”

“Yes.”

Gangwoo answered softly, prodding around his mouth with the glistening head. When he flinched his neck to avoid it, the hard penis slipped and poked his ear. A viscous liquid smeared on his earlobe.

“Heueu…”

Heewoon flinched his shoulders and let out a moan. This was really his limit now. Saliva kept pooling in his mouth.

“I… I’m going to throw up… ugh—.”

Heewoon pushed Gangwoo away and quickly turned his head. In the end, he couldn’t hold back the nausea.

All that came out was alcohol. His vision blurred as he spewed the cold liquid coming up from his throat out of his mouth.

“Uheu… heuk…”

Once he quickly calmed down, the scene before him came into view. The white blanket was a mess. The blanket had already been messy from the alcohol that spilled from the bottle he dropped earlier and the alcohol Gangwoo had poured over his head, but Heewoon didn’t know that.

Heewoon rubbed his tear-blurred eyes with the back of his hand. Looking again, it was a disastrous sight. Even in his dazed, drunken state, he was scared. On Seo Gangwoo’s bed, he had thrown up.

The image of Gangwoo stabbing the man in the neck with a knife back in that warehouse, just for touching his pants with a bloody hand, came to mind. Heewoon hung his head low. His whole body trembled. He was too afraid to look back.

An angular hand suddenly entered his lowered line of sight. Heewoon pressed his lips shut and squeezed his eyes closed. His white shoulders tensed up, bracing for the pain that would land on his cheek or somewhere else.

“Did you just throw up while sucking my cock?”

“…Huh?”

Gangwoo’s gaze was askew as he lifted Heewoon’s head. Heewoon blurted out words in a panic.

“It-it’s because I was drinking. I’m sorry. I’ll go wash this.”

Heewoon staggered as he gathered the blanket. But his wrist was caught by Gangwoo. Heewoon, already scared, even let out a shallow moan.

“Where do you think you’re going.”

Gangwoo dropped the bundle of blanket onto the floor. Not knowing what Gangwoo would do, Heewoon’s eyes widened. They were filled with dense fear and terror.

“Is it really because you were drinking?”

“Ah, I wasn’t feeling well since earlier…”

“From just that much.”

Heewoon had drunk far less than he thought he had. Gangwoo clicked his tongue.

“…Sorry.”

Heewoon had all his nerves on edge, but he couldn’t clearly tell whether Gangwoo was angry or not. The bundle of blanket on the floor caught his eye. It seemed only natural for him to be angry. He thought it might be stranger if he didn’t get hit.

“I’m, I’m sorr—hic.”

A hiccup suddenly escaped him.

“…It’s one thing after another.”

The low words were frightening. While he was waiting for his punishment, Gangwoo gently stroked his cheek. Surprised, he looked up blankly, and he tilted his head to meet his eyes.

“Heuk—!”

When he hiccupped, his chest heaved greatly. Gangwoo stared intently at his chest, so Heewoon held his breath.

“……”

“Hic—!”

Gangwoo silently watched Heewoon, who, despite holding his breath, hiccupped again and glanced at him in surprise. Only when his collarbones were deeply indented and his shoulders were raised from holding his breath did he move.

He used the soft inner part of his robe to wipe Heewoon’s face. He wiped his mouth and his nose, where a clear droplet of snot had formed.

“Gangwoo… hic! …Ya. I’m sorry. I’ll go do the laundry…”

“Why do you keep saying you’re going somewhere.”

Gangwoo pushed Heewoon, who was muttering, back by the shoulders.

“Eueu…”

Heewoon, who fell backward, let out a moan. The sudden change in his vision made him extremely dizzy. A white blanket, then a yellow stain, then a bright light. The scene before his eyes kept changing in a flash.

“Ga, Gangwoo…”

Heewoon mumbled, fumbling on the damp bed. He didn’t know why he was looking for Gangwoo. He just felt like he had to.

Watching Heewoon languidly tossing and turning on the bed, Gangwoo slowly ran a hand through his hair. He let out a deep breath that resembled a sigh and pulled Heewoon by the ankle. The limp body slid down toward him. Gangwoo suddenly stared at the thin ankle that fit so easily in his hand.

“Gangwoo-ya…”

Heewoon reached a hand out to the dimly visible Gangwoo. Gangwoo, who had been fiddling with the ankle, raised his head and gave Heewoon his attention.

“I’m scared…”

“So what.”

There was no trace of affection in the low voice, and tears suddenly welled up in Heewoon’s eyes. He felt sick, his vision was spinning, and Gangwoo seemed to be angry. Heewoon mumbled weakly.

“You said… you’d hold me if I was scared.”

“……”

Gangwoo’s face grew more and more crumpled. He let go of the ankle and got on the bed. As he knelt and looked down, Heewoon’s hand fumbled and grabbed Gangwoo’s arm.

“Why would I hold you when you don’t even listen to what I say.”

“Y-you said you’d hold me…”

Gangwoo, looking at the tear-streaked face with frighteningly gleaming eyes, put his hand into Heewoon’s panting mouth. As his fingers wrapped around the sluggishly moving tongue, Heewoon let out a moan. When the hand pulled out, a string of saliva connected the fingers and his mouth.

My stomach is so hot. Watching Heewoon who was muttering, Gangwoo pulled down the wet, half-off underwear. The rolled-up underwear was caught on one ankle.

“Ga, Gangwoo-ya…”

Gangwoo didn’t answer and roughly lifted Heewoon’s thighs to fumble between his buttocks. Heewoon, unaware of how his own body was moving, just looked up at Gangwoo. Mumbling, Gangwoo-ya, Gangwoo-ya.

His face contorted, Gangwoo flipped the limp body over, forcing him into a kneeling, bent-over position. When he slapped the buttocks that were starting to sink down, making a smacking sound, Heewoon tensed up with a flinch. Gangwoo slowly caressed from the reddened area down to his inner thigh and made him spread his legs wider.

“Gangwoo-ya…”

“Why do you keep whining. Huh?”

He slapped his ass one more time, and the white flesh rippled. Gangwoo licked his lower lip and rubbed his penis between the cheeks of his ass.

“Aah! Ah, it hurts…”

When he pushed the head of his cock firmly into the wrinkled hole, Heewoon squirmed and tried to crawl forward to escape. Stay still. Gangwoo, lightly slapping the side of his thigh, grabbed Heewoon’s hips with both hands and pulled him back.

“Heueu…”

Heewoon squeezed his eyes shut.

The slightly tight passage was forced open. His mind went blank. He could only feel a few sensations. His penis forcibly entering his narrow inner walls, the firm and rough grip on his sides, the stinging sensation that occasionally fell on his buttocks.

His already dizzy vision swam even more. He felt nauseous. The smell of alcohol was overpowering in his mouth and all over his body. From behind, all he could hear was rough breathing.

“Euk, ha-eugh…”

When the thick penis heavily struck his insides, a suppressed moan escaped. Then Heewoon would bite his lip in surprise. Every time he was pounded into, his legs would give out, and he barely held on by gripping the sheets.

Seeing his hands, which were gripping the sheets, turn white from the force, Gangwoo stopped moving. His tensed shoulders were trembling.

“What is it?”