Formless Chapter 77

Heewoon struggled in the face of the violent pleasure he felt from front and back, kicking Gangwoo’s back repeatedly with his heels. Gangwoo only gripped the outside of Heewoon’s thigh tightly to keep their position from breaking, and did not stop. Heewoon’s thigh, pressed next to Gangwoo’s cheek, trembled.

Gangwoo spat out his penis and bit hard into the inside of Heewoon’s thigh.

“Aargh! Haaugh…. Gangwoo. Ah, no!”

With one hand, he rubbed the glans, and with the other, he fiercely poked the opening until the buttock flesh was deeply indented. The skin, hitting the hard knuckle, turned red. Gangwoo licked his thigh, watching Heewoon sob uncontrollably, clearly.

“Haaauugh!”

Heewoon screamed out a groan and shot out semen, trembling. White semen splattered on Gangwoo’s face.

“Heeugh…”

Tears flowed down Heewoon’s face, as if the lingering sensation of pleasure had not faded. Gangwoo licked the semen that had splattered on his mouth with his tongue, then lowered Heewoon’s legs from his shoulders. The beautiful legs fell limply onto the soft pile of blankets.

Heewoon, with narrowly opened eyes, was horrified. It was because Gangwoo rubbed his ominously erect cock and spread Heewoon’s legs. Heewoon moved his powerless arms to scramble backward.

“N-not now.”

“Not now, my foot.”

Even though Heewoon tried to escape with a frightened face, Gangwoo smiled and grabbed Heewoon’s ankle. He pulled Heewoon’s body toward him, firmly restrained the struggling Heewoon, and pushed his penis in all at once.

“Ugh…!”

Gangwoo sighed, looking down at Heewoon, who had wide eyes and an open mouth. After moving slowly back and forth a few times, he thrust his cock straight into Heewoon’s sensitive spot.

“Aaaah! Haau, ah…”

Heewoon raised his chin and screamed. His buttocks, thighs, and waist twitched, and his inner walls spasmed in small tremors. Tears streamed from his eyes as if broken.

“It’s only now that I get to see you like this.”

Gangwoo quirked up the corner of his mouth, looking down at Heewoon, who was gasping, unaware that saliva was dripping from his open mouth.

He draped Heewoon’s slender legs over his arms and tightly gripped his pelvis. His other hand was placed on Heewoon’s head, thrusting his cock all the way in. His densely muscled body moved flexibly and roughly. Gangwoo’s lower abdomen was pressed completely against Heewoon’s buttocks.

Heewoon couldn’t speak, only making strange noises. He felt like he was going crazy. His internal muscles twitched uncontrollably, and he couldn’t move anything properly.

“You’ll bite my cock off. Haa, is it that, delicious?”

He heard a whispering voice, but he couldn’t understand what was being said. His vision was dizzyingly distorted, and he felt like his body was floating in mid-air.

Thump, thump, sounds of flesh hitting each other. Heewoon, who had been struggling and shaking with Gangwoo’s movements, suddenly lifted his head.

“T-toilet, heugh… I need to go.”

Regardless of the pleasure, his lower abdomen tingled. Heewoon thought it was the urge to urinate. He desperately tried to push Gangwoo’s hand away, but Gangwoo didn’t budge.

“You need to go?”

Gangwoo, who cut off the beginning of the sentence and only repeated the end, firmly pressed Heewoon’s constantly bothering arm to his waist, fixing it in place, then thrust with a thump, thump. The thick penis now hit indiscriminately, whether it was the prostate or somewhere else.

Gangwoo’s breathing also became rough. A vein stood out on Gangwoo’s neck as he let out suppressed groans. Heewoon struggled with the increasingly overwhelming pleasure, but his arms were pressed tightly against his body and he couldn’t move. It was when the blunt club, which had been wildly rummaging various parts of the inner wall, strongly poked inside.

“Ah, no. Eugh, just a moment… Haang, Gangwoo. Haaah…!”

As Heewoon screamed, clear liquid gushed from his erect penis. The warm liquid splashed on Heewoon’s stomach, chest, and Gangwoo’s body.

“Damn it.”

A low curse was heard.

Heewoon, whose vision had gone completely white and who had only been gasping for breath, belatedly regained his senses. He looked down and saw that it was clearly a clear liquid, not semen, that had drenched them both. It didn’t smell like urine and was transparent, but it was just as embarrassing.

“Aah…”

As Heewoon tried to pull away, a large hand pulled his waist. Gangwoo said, as if chewing his words.

“Did you just come?”

“Th-that’s what I said, I needed to go to the toilet…”

Heewoon stammered. Tears, shed from pleasure, streamed down his cheeks. Gangwoo cursed again. When he pulled out his penis, the twitching pink opening spat out white semen.

“I, I told you no…”

Heewoon whimpered. His expression was frightened. The hand that held his flat waist tightened its grip. He must be going crazy. Gangwoo muttered, pulling down Heewoon’s body, who kept trying to escape. Their bodies were completely drenched with sweat and that liquid.

“It’s nothing strange. Try to open your legs. Huh?”

Gangwoo’s voice, suppressing excitement, sounded quite terrifying to Heewoon. His handsome face, smiling fiercely, was also the same.

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When he woke up the next day, Seo Gangwoo was gone.

“I need to ask Lexy how old he is.”

The next day, and the day after that. Seo Gangwoo left early in the morning and returned late at night. There were times when Heewoon wasn’t asleep, so they could meet, but they were too busy having sex to have time for conversation. When he melted in pleasure, he forgot about Lexy.

It was not until the weekend that he could ask Lexy’s age.

On Sunday morning, Gangwoo slept in, seemingly tired. Unusually, Heewoon was the first to wake up. Heewoon checked the time on his phone and decided to lie in a little longer.

He intended to do some online shopping. He needed a small bag that would be good to wear when walking Lexy. A small bag that could hold water, a bag for poop, and some snacks.

While browsing various shopping malls, looking for a suitable bag, Heewoon glanced at Gangwoo. Gangwoo was still asleep. Thinking he must be very tired, he turned his gaze back to his phone.

How much time had passed?

He had been looking at his phone, but his gaze somehow settled on Gangwoo’s face. His calmly lowered eyelashes, straight nose bridge, and cheeks touched by sunlight. Heewoon, gazing at him silently, unconsciously picked up his phone and took a picture.

Click, a sound was made. The sound was so loud that Heewoon was startled. Why did I take a picture? He didn’t even understand why he had taken the picture.

Gangwoo’s evenly spread brows furrowed slightly, and his eyelids twitched. Heewoon quickly fixed his gaze on his phone and brought up the shopping mall screen.

“Uhm… What time is it?”

“Ten o’clock.”

Heewoon tried to act calm, deliberately ignoring his rapidly beating heart. Gangwoo, who ran a hand through his hair, lightly rubbed Heewoon’s cheek with the back of his hand, then got up. He seemed to be going to wash up.

“Aren’t you washing up?”

“A little later.”

When Heewoon spoke, looking only at his phone, Gangwoo pinched his cheek hard and then went to the bathroom. Only after the bathroom door closed did Heewoon put down his phone. Rubbing his tingling cheek, he looked at the picture he had just taken again. He didn’t know why he had taken it, but the picture turned out well. So he decided not to delete it and just leave it.

Heewoon showered in the outer bathroom, ate a late breakfast, and then went out to the yard. It was to play with Lexy.

Lexy, who had shown no reaction when Heewoon threw the ball, wagged his tail and ran when Gangwoo threw it. He ran almost as fast as the ball flew and brought it back. Gangwoo stroked Lexy’s head.

“Good job.”

Heewoon looked at Lexy, who was panting and rubbing his head against Gangwoo’s hand, then asked.

“Gangwoo. How old is he?”

Gangwoo, who had been sitting bent at the knees, looked at Heewoon.

“He’s six years old.”

“Oh. Six years old.”

Heewoon squatted beside Gangwoo and tickled Lexy’s chin. Gangwoo picked up the ball from the ground and handed it to Heewoon. Heewoon thought it probably wouldn’t go again. He looked at the ball with skeptical eyes, then showed it to Lexy.

“Here. Go fetch this.”

Woof, woof—!

Heewoon flinched, startled, as Lexy barked loudly as if in response. Gangwoo chuckled beside him.

“Go on, fetch it!”

Heewoon threw the ball hard towards the end of the yard. He had thought it wouldn’t go, but Lexy ran out immediately.

“Wow, he went. It seems he’s listening to me now too.”

Heewoon, unable to hide his excitement, turned his head. Gangwoo found himself face to face with Heewoon right in front of him.

“…”

Gangwoo’s eyes, reflecting Heewoon’s face, trembled slightly. He spoke a little slowly.

“It must be because you walk him often.”

“Is that so?”

Heewoon’s face was full of joy as he stroked the large dog that had put the ball on the ground. A face that rarely smiled was, for once, smiling.

Gangwoo leaned his head, resting his arms on his knees, and looked at Heewoon. His sparkling eyes, the curve of his lips, his cheeks flushed red and slightly raised. His gaze, moving slowly through them, made Heewoon ask with curiosity.

“…Why?”

“I thought only your crying was beautiful.”

Gangwoo, who let out a small voice, reached out his hand. He slowly caressed the cheek, which was still pleasantly puffed up with a hint of a smile.

There was the smell of grass, and the wind swayed gently. Their gazes met and stopped, looking at each other. The smile on Heewoon’s face gradually faded, and a new smile appeared on Gangwoo’s face. Soon, their smiles were the same size. It was a moment that would be remembered for a long time.

🧸

“Ah. It’s already this late.”

Gangwoo, glancing at the clock, straightened his knees and stood up. Then he offered his hand to Heewoon. Heewoon took his hand and stood up, asking.

“Going to eat lunch?”

“No. I have to go out.”

Why. Are you hungry? Gangwoo asked, brushing off a small blade of grass stuck to Heewoon’s buttocks. Heewoon bit his lip and shook his head. Then he hesitated and asked.

“It’s Sunday today, are you working?”

“Yes. Will you stay and play a little longer before coming in?”

“…No.”

Heewoon took Gangwoo’s hand and went into the house. While Heewoon washed his hands and changed into comfortable clothes, Gangwoo also got ready. Heewoon watched Gangwoo, who was putting on a white shirt, for a while, then came out of the dressing room and flopped onto the sofa.