Winter Season Chapter 61

At this point, he had no intention of leaving Yihyeon behind and going down. Seunghyeok dropped his phone onto the thickly carpeted floor and grabbed Yihyeon’s shoulders with both hands.

“Kwon Yihyeon, wake up and drink some water first.”

In the case of stimulants, there was no real antidote, so there was no choice but to wait for time to pass and the effects of the drug to fade. Drinking water to help flush it out of the system could help, but it couldn’t alleviate the immediate symptoms.

As if he knew that, Yihyeon pushed the water glass away and pulled his phone out of his jacket. His trembling fingertips hovered over the screen several times before finally bringing up the contact list. Yihyeon gripped the phone with both hands as if clinging to it and began searching for something.

“Heu… Yoon… Yoon Subin…”

“…What are you doing.”

Realizing that what Yihyeon was looking for was Subin’s phone number, Seunghyeok looked down at Yihyeon with a fiercely glinting gaze. When Seunghyeok snatched the phone away from him, Yihyeon, whose eyes were red and raw, grabbed Seunghyeok’s wrist.

“There, call Yoon Subin… call Kyuchan hyung or, heu… call anyone and tell them to come here…”

The face that had been frozen cold distorted fiercely in an instant.

“Or go outside… ha-eu… I don’t care who it is…”

Yihyeon’s nape was flushed red as his shoulders trembled and his head hung low. Rather than thinking that the white hands clutching the bedsheets, the chest heaving rapidly, and the clearly outlined lower body were dirty or disgusting, the unpleasantness regarding what Yihyeon had just said took precedence.

In that moment, it felt as if Seunghyeok’s mind snapped. His insides seethed as if he had downed strong liquor on an empty stomach, and he felt a hot, savage energy swirling in his gut. Seunghyeok spat out the words as if chewing them while looking down at the shivering Yihyeon.

“You’re telling me to bring anyone?”

“Ah-heu, eu…”

“And if I bring them? Are you going to beg them in that state to shove a dick up your hole?”

Seunghyeok’s voice was dreadfully low as he stared down at Yihyeon with a piercing gaze. He spat toward Yihyeon in a tone that was almost a growl.

“Kwon Yihyeon. Do you love having your hole poked so much that you’ll grab just anyone and plead for it, huh?”

Yihyeon only let out a weak moan instead of an answer. Seunghyeok’s taut jaw muscles twitched slightly. Biting the inside of his cheek hard, he soon pulled away from Yihyeon as if he had decided on something, stood up, and loosened his necktie.

“If you like it that much… then it doesn’t matter whose dick it is, right?”

Seunghyeok spat out the words in a low voice as if swallowing them down.

“I’ll fuck you until you’re sick of it, so you’d better take it well.”

Pulling on Yihyeon’s tie, Seunghyeok removed the tie pin hanging in the middle and threw it to the floor. Immediately crushed under the heel of his shoe, the pin was ruined and shattered into pieces. Seunghyeok pushed Yihyeon’s upper body back to lie him down, his eyes half-unfocused, then pulled off Yihyeon’s shoes and tossed them to the floor.

Yihyeon flinched at the sudden change in his field of vision. Although his mind was hazy from the drug, he could recognize Gu Seunghyeok looking down at him with eyes burning with a sharp light. As Yihyeon instinctively propped himself up on his elbows to escape toward the head of the bed, Seunghyeok grabbed both of Yihyeon’s ankles and pulled him toward himself in one go.

His white, flat stomach was revealed beneath his shirt, which had been pushed up by friction against the bedding. When Seunghyeok reached for Yihyeon’s belt, Yihyeon forcefully blocked Seunghyeok’s hand.

“Ha.”

Seunghyeok’s face turned cold at the sight of him shaking his flushed face and refusing with all his might. Seunghyeok firmly grabbed Yihyeon’s penis, which was fully erect and clearly outlined over his trousers.

“Eut…!”

“Why are you acting so chaste when you’ve got it standing up like this.”

“Ha-euk, don’t, do it…”

“Why. That waiter bastard earlier was okay, but I’m not?”

I should have broken that man’s arm while Yihyeon was holding onto him as if pleading. Thinking about how he must have been clinging to that man with a face flushed with heat made his temper flare for no reason. Seunghyeok swatted away the white hand blocking him, unbuckled Yihyeon’s belt, and lowered the zipper of his pants.

“Heu-eut, Gu Seunghyeok…”

By this point, he should have stopped pretending to be innocent and let Seunghyeok do as he pleased, but Yihyeon persistently tried to block the large hands. Just as Seunghyeok’s head was about to cool down at the rejecting gestures, Yihyeon spoke in a trembling voice.

“Gu Seunghyeok, heu-eu, wake up.”

“…”

“I’m… I’m a man.”

Ah. Because of that.

Seunghyeok stroked the tip of his finger over Yihyeon’s penis, which was asserting its presence stiffly through the half-opened buckle.

“Ah-eut…!”

Seeing Yihyeon arch his waist as if having a seizure the moment his fingertip touched him, a tickling sensation like butterflies flying around rose in his stomach. It was his first time touching another man’s dick, but it didn’t feel as disgusting as he had thought. Seunghyeok pulled down Yihyeon’s pants in one go and spoke lowly.

“I know that better than anyone, so shut up.”

As if to prove it had been erect for a long time, the penis that had been suppressed by the tight pants was wet with precum. Looking down at the top of the briefs stained a dark color, Seunghyeok lifted Yihyeon’s body and flipped him over in one motion.

“Put your head down and lift your waist.”

Without a word, Seunghyeok pulled down the briefs all at once and swept the inside of his mouth with his tongue at the sight of the white, round buttocks that had a bit of flesh. When he grabbed and spread the small buttocks that filled both his hands, a sobbing groan came from above.

The hole revealed between the mounds was a light pink color, as if stained with flower petals. When he touched the white perineum—which still had fine downy hair despite his age—with his fingertip, the tightly closed entrance flinched and trembled.

“Ha-eu, heut.”

His lower abdomen grew stiff, making the worry about whether he could get it up for a man feel pointless. Unhesitatingly lowering his zipper, Seunghyeok took out his own penis and held it in one hand.

Even when it wasn’t erect, it had been the size of a child’s forearm, but with just a few strokes, it quickly became stiff and reared its head.

When Seunghyeok began to rub the tip of his penis, smeared with clear fluid, over Yihyeon’s hole, Yihyeon’s shoulders jerked. He didn’t like how Yihyeon had stopped resisting at some point and was now just trembling like a rabbit in front of a predator. The unpleasantness intensified when he thought that other men must have seen this sight countless times. Seunghyeok gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice.

“Swallow it all the way. I’m going to shove in the dick you’re so crazy for.”

Spreading the upturned buttocks and placing the tip of his glans against the closed entrance, Seunghyeok thrust his hips forward in one go. However, it was a size too burdensome to insert without any foreplay. Yihyeon’s body was pushed forward as a shrill moan escaped from between his red lips.

“Hak, ah-heuk!”

“…Shit.”

Seunghyeok wasn’t exactly having an easy time either. The hole, which had been stretched tight without any lubricant, was squeezing the glans as if it would snap it off. Reaching out roughly to open the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, Seunghyeok found the gel inside and picked it up. When he squeezed the cold gel onto the seamless junction, Yihyeon flinched and moaned.

“Don’t tighten up.”

Growling lowly, Seunghyeok tossed the gel bottle carelessly beside the bed and grabbed Yihyeon’s pelvis with both hands to fix it in place. Then, he pushed his waist in as if forcibly opening the tightly closed interior.

“Heu-eu-eu, eut…!”

Looking down at his penis—which was half the size of the buttock—being swallowed halfway into Yihyeon’s body, Seunghyeok gripped the buttocks tightly with both hands. A desire to crush everything he held in his hands surged within him.

Gritting his teeth until his jaw muscles bulged, Seunghyeok slowly pulled his hips back this time. However, the inner walls that had been painfully squeezing the shaft were now biting down hard and refusing to let go.

Fuck, a curse rose to the top of his head.

“Relax, hoo-eu, your muscles.”

“Ha-ah… eu-eut…”

There was no way the drugged Yihyeon could properly control his body in this situation. Yihyeon’s nape was red as he breathed heavily with his face buried in the bedsheets. Losing his patience at that sight, Seunghyeok muttered “fuck” lowly and thrust the remaining half of his penis in all at once with a thud.

“I told you to, eut, swallow it to the end…”

“Ha-eut, heuk!”