Formless Chapter 52

Even when Gangwoo pulled his hips in and slammed his cock into him until his buttocks were crushed, Heewoon only flinched, burying his face in the sheet and holding his breath. It was very different from his recent self, who would easily get turned on and cry out with whimpers.

“Heuk…”

“What do you think you’re doing right now.”

Gangwoo gripped Heewoon’s ass hard. The reddened skin bulged between his fingers. After kneading it forcefully, he slapped it, and Heewoon curled up his body and screamed.

“Aack! Eueu…”

“Is it enough to just keep your mouth shut while your hole is quivering?”

Gangwoo fumbled around the hole that flinched and tightened with every low slap. His veins bulging, he traced the tightly stretched anus wrapped around his reddened penis with his fingertips and spoke.

“Is it not enough? Should I shove my hand in too?”

“…Eugh… N-no!”

Belatedly noticing the finger poking at the point of connection, Heewoon turned his hand behind his back and tried to push Gangwoo’s hand away. Gangwoo, looking at the hand with displeasure, snatched it and pinned it tightly against his back.

“Aack!”

Ignoring Heewoon who was kicking his feet as his arm was twisted, Gangwoo thrust his hips up hard. His firm lower abdomen, lined with thin veins, bluntly struck the top of Heewoon’s buttocks.

“Eueuk… It hurts. It hurts, Gangwoo-ya.”

Tears streamed from Heewoon’s closed eyes. The sheet where his face touched was already damp.

When Gangwoo leaned down, his penis entered deeper, and Heewoon trembled. He covered Heewoon with his body, tilted his head, and looked into Heewoon’s face.

His face was a mess again. The sheet was damp from how much he had cried, and tears were still streaming from his closed eyes.

“My arm… it hurts…”

As Heewoon spoke with slurred pronunciation, Gangwoo let go of his arm. Gangwoo’s lips touched his temple. Heewoon flinched his eyes open. He could see the veiny arm that had trapped him.

The hand stroking the back of his head, which must have been wet with sweat and alcohol, and caressing the nape of his neck was gentle. Heewoon blinked and asked.

“Am… I being punished right now?”

“Punishment?”

After thinking for a moment, Gangwoo nodded as if he understood, saying, ah.

“What do you think?”

“You, you did it from behind. And it hurt. You hit my butt, too…”

Gangwoo, who had been staring at Heewoon, glanced at his ass. He had only hit him a few times, but the sight of it being red and swollen was pleasing. He considered hitting it some more to make him sob, but he changed his mind and stroked it gently. The skin against his palm felt warm.

“So it felt like a punishment?”

Gangwoo was sometimes surprised by his own voice. It was so gentle, it felt unfamiliar. He looked at the small back of the head nodding while its face was buried in the sheet, and then he let out a chuckle.

“Gangwoo-ya. Can’t we just… have sex?”

“……”

“Let’s have sex, not punishment. Okay?”

Heewoon weakly squeezed Gangwoo’s hand. His half-open, red eyes turned to look at Gangwoo and blinked. Gangwoo furrowed his brow and straightened his back. Then he grabbed Heewoon’s legs and flipped him over.

“A-heueu…”

As his body turned with the tip of the penis still inside, Heewoon let out a moan. Gangwoo, who had stroked his thin calf, bit down hard on the back of Heewoon’s ankle.

“Aack!”

Gangwoo firmly gripped the ankle of Heewoon who was screaming and trying to get away. He placed a light kiss over the bite mark and slowly licked the hollow part behind the ankle. His gaze was fixed on the tearful face. Kissing his way up past the ankle bone, Gangwoo muttered.

“Sometimes I really want to chew you up and swallow you.”

“N-no…”

Seeing the face that openly showed its fear, Gangwoo smiled a little.

“No?”

“Yeah.”

As Heewoon nodded, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye. Gangwoo wiped away the tear and stroked his head. Heewoon watched the retreating hand, then looked up at Gangwoo, who had draped his legs over his arms and was now on his knees. Heewoon’s lips parted.

“Are we having sex?”

“Yes. We’re having sex.”

It was a voice that forcibly concealed its fierce tone. Looking at Gangwoo, Heewoon’s eyes darted around in confusion.

“B-but…”

“Yes.”

“Why aren’t you holding me?”

I’m scared…. Whispering in a wet voice, Heewoon reached out his hand. Gangwoo glared fiercely at the white hand fumbling in the air.

“Fuck, seriously.”

A curse finally escaped him.

Gangwoo put his hands under the arms of Heewoon, who had flinched in surprise, and pulled him up. His limp head, thrown back, followed his body a little slowly. Heewoon, now sitting astride Gangwoo’s thighs with his legs spread, was disoriented by the changed view and squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them.

“Ah…”

Belatedly realizing he was being held in a very familiar embrace, he was about to hug the nape of the neck he saw in front of him when their lips crashed together forcefully. Heewoon’s eyes widened.

Gangwoo firmly held his head, which kept pulling back, and sucked on Heewoon’s lips. He persistently licked the gap that smelled of alcohol and even bit the tongue that had stopped moving. Perhaps because his senses were dulled, Heewoon flinched a beat too late and scratched Gangwoo’s neck.

“Eueup… heu… I can’t, breathe.”

A strong smell of alcohol came from Heewoon, who was panting roughly. It wasn’t just from his mouth. It was from his hair, his body, and the bed they were sitting on as well. As if intoxicated by it, Gangwoo clung to just one thing.

“Woo Heewoon.”

“…Yeah.”

At the low call, their upper lips touching as they parted, Heewoon blinked. His eyelashes tickled Gangwoo’s cheek. Gangwoo, his brow furrowed, silently pressed their lips together again.

“Eueum… haah…”

Heewoon’s head felt hazy, as if he were dreaming.

At some point, the kiss had become gentle, without any trace of roughness. A ticklish sensation traveled up from his lower belly.

“Let go of my arm for a moment.”

A voice spoke by his ear. In his field of vision, he could only see a chin and an ear. Heewoon blinked slowly and hugged Gangwoo’s neck tighter.

“You don’t want to?”

“Unngh…”

A smacking sound was heard. It sounded close. Did he kiss my ear? Heewoon, who had been thinking blankly, felt his eyes widen slightly. It was because something was entering between his buttocks.

“Uh oh… ah, it hurts…”

“It doesn’t hurt. You just took it a moment ago.”

Is that so, Heewoon thought.

“Yes.”

The voice was exceedingly gentle.

Haaah. Letting out a languid sigh, Gangwoo thrust his hips up. Heewoon only flinched a little and showed no reaction. Gangwoo put his hand between their pressed bodies. The penis that his hand touched was only half-erect. Normally, it would get hard with just a little touch, but its reaction was very slow. Gangwoo muttered as he kneaded the penis.

“I wonder if it’s because you’re drunk.”

Heewoon, who managed to hear Gangwoo’s words, spoke. I drank too much. I’m dizzy. My stomach is still hot, Gangwoo-ya.

Somehow, Heewoon realized that he was crying. His mouth moved on its own.

“Gangwoo-ya.”

“Yeah.”

“Be, be good to me, always.”

At the mumbled words, Gangwoo’s movements paused for a moment. He gently stroked Heewoon’s back and said.

“I’ll keep being good to you if you act pretty.”

Act pretty…. It was too difficult.

“Can’t you just…… just be good to me?”

“No.”

When Gangwoo spoke with feigned sternness, Heewoon buried his face in the shoulder before him. Tears gushed out, and Gangwoo’s shoulder quickly became damp. A large hand gently stroked Heewoon’s head.

Heewoon, who had been crying with his face buried in the firm shoulder, found himself lying on the bed at some point. His vision kept shaking and his hot stomach felt ticklish. He fumbled to touch his lower belly, but his wrist was caught. It was pushed up as it was, and soon the back of his hand touched the bedsheet. The hand that held his wrist moved up, gently unfolded his half-clenched fist, and interlocked their fingers. Heewoon turned his head.

The large hand covering his own looked very solid and strong. So much so that his own hand underneath looked too weak to do anything on its own.

Heewoon stared blankly at the two clasped hands, then corrected his thought. It’s not that my hand looks weak, my hand is weak. It has no strength, so it drops everything it holds, and it can’t even be sure if what it’s holding is held properly. Sometimes, I want to let it all go. And yet, I hide this weakness, again and again.

Gangwoo kissed the tips of Heewoon’s fingers that stuck out from between his own. Their eyes met. He smiled softly and whispered playfully in his ear.

“It seems there’s no part of you that isn’t pretty, sunbae.”

Listening to the soft voice, Heewoon looked at their interlocked hands. Gangwoo’s hand was binding his own so tightly it was suffocating. He couldn’t move at all.

Then…….

Heewoon thought hazily.

Maybe it’s okay to be weak in this big hand. Without having to pretend to be strong, just remaining weak.

🧸

When he suddenly came to his senses again, Heewoon was lying prone on top of Gangwoo, who was leaning his back against the headboard. His vision was still dizzy, and his body was limp.

“Gangwoo-ya.”

“Yes.”

Gangwoo answered, slowly stroking his white back.

“Am I… done being punished?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

At Gangwoo’s words, Heewoon felt it was unfair. He thought it had been enough. His head ached and his vision was spinning. The cheek he was hit on suddenly hurt a lot too. It hurt so strangely that he thought a tooth might have been knocked out when he was hit earlier.

Heewoon touched his own cheek. His sense of touch felt dull, so he couldn’t tell if it was bleeding or not. Why can’t I feel anything. He figured he must have injured his head when he was hit earlier.

“It’s because you’ve been drinking.”

Gangwoo pushed Heewoon’s hand away and gently touched the red, swollen cheek. A stinging pain spread across his cheek, and Heewoon wrinkled his nose. The corners of his mouth drooped, as if he was thinking about being hit earlier. Gangwoo’s gaze landed there.

“I’m dizzy.”

Brushing back his wet hair, Gangwoo glanced at the bedsheet. The blanket had been cleared away to the floor, but amber-colored stains remained here and there on the white sheet too. It was the alcohol spilled from the bottle.

“Do you know you peed earlier, sunbae?”

Gangwoo said nonchalantly. Heewoon’s eyes widened.

“…Huh?”

Turning the blinking Heewoon’s head, Gangwoo pointed to the alcohol soaking the bed. The yellow color looked exactly like it.

Heewoon scrambled off Gangwoo’s body as if rolling off. Heewoon, now on his knees, had his face colored with embarrassment and crumpled as if about to cry.

“Aah. I, I’m… I’m sorry.”