Winter Season Chapter 68

“Stop dawdling. Hurry up and do it, you brats!”

Yihyeon’s only desire was to receive the delivery fee and leave this place as quickly as possible, but the woman was pointing her phone at the two men as if she were having the time of her life. While Yihyeon stood there awkwardly, sweeping the roof of his mouth with his tongue and wondering what to do, the man referred to as number 3 knelt down in front of number 7.

“…Excuse me.”

“Wahahaha! Fuck, this is truly insane. Seriously.”

Yihyeon’s voice, which he let out softly as he took two or three steps toward the table, was buried under the cheers and laughter mixed with horror. Just as he was about to turn around, thinking he should just cover the cost out of his own pocket rather than squeezing through that crowd to get the money, a low bass voice cut through the air from where Seunghyeok was sitting.

“Will that be enough?”

Everyone’s attention was drawn to him instantly. Yihyeon also turned his head toward the direction he had been trying his best to ignore.

Even with everyone’s eyes focused on him, his expression was as relaxed as always. Seunghyeok, withdrawing the arm he had wrapped around the woman’s shoulder, slowly unfastened the watch on his left wrist.

“If you suck his with your mouth…”

A shimmering silver watch was set down in the middle of the table where the bills were stacked, as if it were being tossed.

“I’ll put this on the line too.”

A voice that seemed to resonate lower than that of the man he had left the bar with last night echoed languidly. A beat late, a reaction erupted from the crowd.

“Whoa, fuck…”

Starting with someone’s small gasp of admiration, the increasingly excited bystanders urged number 3 and number 7 on. The man identified as number 3, whose face turned red, seemed to bite his lip hard before kneeling between number 7’s legs with both hands behind his back. Seunghyeok’s gaze was fixed on the two men.

“Hey, you have to take it all the way to the back of your throat and suck it properly, okay?”

Someone shouted in an excited voice. As the back of number 3’s head grew closer to the space between number 7’s legs, Yihyeon could see the strength tightening in Seunghyeok’s hand as he gripped his glass.

Gu Seunghyeok’s seat and the spot where Yihyeon stood were closer than expected. His heart pounded rapidly, fearing he might be caught. In the midst of the noisy situation, Yihyeon stared intently only at Seunghyeok.

“What, you still haven’t left?”

The person who snapped Yihyeon out of his rooted stance was the woman who had taken the liquor bottle. Only then remembering what he was supposed to say, Yihyeon answered softly, fearing his voice might be heard by Seunghyeok.

“You need to pay the delivery fee. It is thirty thousand won.”

His intentionally lowered voice hummed and swirled inside the helmet, mixing with the other noises. As if she found it bothersome, the woman picked up a hundred-thousand-won check rolling around on the table and handed it to Yihyeon.

“Keep the rest as a tip.”

Yihyeon belatedly gave a small nod toward the woman, who had turned her head back to the entertaining scene without a hint of regret. He was about to turn quickly to leave the room when he suddenly heard a soft woman’s voice from the area where Seunghyeok was sitting.

“What’s gotten into you? Oppa, you hate this kind of prank.”

Yihyeon’s steps toward the door faltered. And immediately after, a low, flat voice followed.

“I know.”

“…”

“It’s disgusting, as always.”

Thump, thump, thump…

Even though he knew the words weren’t directed at him, his heart rate quickened for no reason. Biting his lip, Yihyeon quickly approached the door and pulled the handle.

During the short time it took to leave the party room and reach the parked motorcycle, the face and voice of Gu Seunghyeok, whom he had seen for the first time in a while, continued to flicker in his mind.

“…Even though he’s the one who ordered it.”

Feeling a sense of unfairness for no reason, Yihyeon took off his helmet and set it down on the motorcycle seat. After sweeping back his flattened hair, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.

He couldn’t understand what Seunghyeok had been thinking when he came to find him at the party, especially when he supposedly finds even watching such scenes disgusting. Did he feel some meager sense of responsibility after seeing Yihyeon floundering while drugged? Did he think things would go wrong if he left him as he was? Or else…

Suddenly recalling the gaze Seunghyeok had used while looking down at him on the bed, Yihyeon shook his head from side to side as if to erase the thought. This was because, considering the words Seunghyeok had said to him in the office, it was an absurd assumption. It was a thought so ridiculous even to himself that a mocking laugh, like leaking air, escaped Yihyeon’s lips.

Lifting his head to look up at the dark sky, Yihyeon exhaled a long trail of cigarette smoke.

White haze bloomed and vanished over a black background without a single star. It wouldn’t matter either way, since they would never be involved with each other again anyway. Tossing away the cigarette butt, Yihyeon started the motorcycle and pulled the accelerator hard.

The first thing Seunghyeok discovered as soon as he opened his eyes was the rounded crown of a head kneeling between his legs. Wondering what this was now, he looked around and a familiar sight entered his eyes. It was a guest room in the lounge where he had rolled around with Kwon Yihyeon.

He had certainly returned home after staying late at a drinking session with the children of high-ranking individuals yesterday, so he had no idea why he was here now. He tried to get up from the sofa with a frown, but his body wouldn’t move, as if something were weighing him down.

What the fuck.

Thinking he might be experiencing sleep paralysis, he tried to twist his shoulders when he suddenly felt a sensation brushing against the inside of his legs. Reflexively tensing his thighs and looking down, he saw a man with a small frame fumbling with the inside of his groin.

There were so many things he didn’t understand—why he was here and who this man between his legs was—but he frowned and bit his lip at the direct stimulation sweeping over his briefs and passing the inside of his thighs. Inevitably, seeing the blood beginning to rush below, Seunghyeok narrowed his eyes and gnawed on his lip.

The center of his briefs clearly revealed the outline of his genitals after a few hand movements. He felt soft lips settle over them, followed by a wet tongue licking a long trail. Every time the man moved his head to lick over the briefs, all sorts of heat seemed to surge downward.

The one positioned between his legs licked over the briefs for a long time before slowly pulling down the waistband. The genitals bobbing in the air were turgidly erect, enough for the veins to stand out.

The man swept up the shaft with both hands before taking the tip into his mouth. Soon, he felt a hot tongue sweep the glans, and then more than half of the shaft was enveloped by hot mucous membrane.

Ha, fuck…

The man sucked on the genitals with strength in his mouth before smoothly pulling out to the ridge of the glans. Then he repeated swallowing the wet genitals and withdrawing his head. As the blood vessels at the base of the glans were pressed hard by the tongue, the area below the navel grew heavy. Seunghyeok tilted his head back.

Every time the tip of the glans rubbed against the roof of the mouth, a dizzying chill ran down his spine. As the man moved his head back and forth, a wet friction sound—slurp, squelch—came from between the lips tucked inward.

Normally, he should have shuddered in disgust at the mere thought of another man sucking his genitals between his legs, but his thought process felt loosely unraveled compared to usual. Seunghyeok cupped the back of the man’s head and pressed it down toward himself.

the sensation of the narrow throat tightening around the glans was vivid. Grabbing the man’s head with both hands, Seunghyeok began to move his hips slowly, just as he would during penetrative sex. The genitals, pressing against the roof of the mouth and the tongue, repeated hitting the back of the throat and pulling out.

Seunghyeok let out a low growl and thrust his hips upward. Pleasure was piling up, right on the verge of erupting. Pushing his genitals deeper into the open throat, Seunghyeok gripped the man’s hair and quickly pulled his hips back.

At the same time the genitals slipped out from between lips slick with saliva and pre-ejaculate, a hot white fluid shot out forcefully.

Messy semen trickled down below the man’s eyes, which were reddish and inflamed from tears. Exhaling ragged breaths and lowering his gaze, Seunghyeok discovered the mole located under the man’s left eye and tightened his grip on the hand holding the hair.

The man’s eyes, which had been closed the entire time, snapped open. The moment Seunghyeok made eye contact with Yihyeon, he woke up from his sleep.

A vehicle carrying Seunghyeok and two men in black suits was speeding down the highway. The man behind the wheel adjusted the radio volume lower and checked Seunghyeok’s mood through the rearview mirror.

As soon as he had gotten into the car, Seunghyeok had ordered him to buy a hangover cure, and as soon as he emptied the bottle, he crossed his arms and closed his eyes. Seeing him maintain the same posture every time he checked with a sidelong glance, it seemed he had fortunately fallen asleep just like that.