Chapter 1.9

Then, he immediately told the driver the destination.

It was a hotel just a little further from Daehak-ro.

Won pursed his lips and looked out the window.

"...Why go to a hotel for something like that?"

Even though he chewed on the blunt tone, Woo-jae didn't say anything.

The taxi stopped after a short while. Won quickly got out of the taxi.

Woo-jae knew that he would follow him, but he walked briskly.

After that, everything happened in a flash.

They were guided to the room number, received the key card, and waited for the elevator.

While riding the elevator, only a heavy silence lingered between Woojae and Won.

Woo-jae, leaning against the elevator wall, opened his mouth.

"Is it always like this?"

"...Who asked for your opinion?"

Ding.

The elevator beeped with an electronic sound that made it scary to fart.

In an instant, Won slipped out through the opening door.

"Senior."

Behind Won, who found the room and held up the key card, Woojae's voice followed.

"Salvation."

Click.

Without any hesitation, Won opened the door and stepped inside.

As Woo-jae turned to face Won, the sound of the door closing could be heard.

The room was overly bright.

Underneath, Won's cheeks were flushed red from the effects of alcohol.

The eyes that were forcefully opened were quite fierce.

When Woo-jae, who had been staring into the black pupils, smiled briefly.

"Kwon Woo-jae."

Won lightly pushed Woo-jae's shoulder.

"Who said to fuck around in this Molgol?"

Won laughed cheerfully, as if he knew how obscene his smiling face was.

"...That's right."

Woo-jae could admit that much.

He deeply regretted the derogatory remark he made about Won earlier.

"You know better than anyone if Dong-ha is crazy, you bastard."

Vulgar words burst out of his lips without hesitation.

Woo-jae raised his hand and covered his eyes.

He could feel the cold touch of the wall behind him.

His lips, tightly pressed together, muttered, "...Fuck."

Won shifted his gaze to Woo-jae's lower body.

Soon, a short chuckle escaped from him.

"This guy is a bit different from your claims."

Until just a moment ago, Woo-jae didn't know, but something was protruding from his left thigh.

Won lowered his body as it was.

He swept his fingertips over the silhouette protruding from the inside of the thigh.

Won, with a calm smile on his lips, unfastened his buckle and pulled down his pants.

Woo-jae removed his hand, which had been playfully covering half of his face.

His hot breath circled around the area near Woo-jae's underwear.

Won gently bit his lip and brought it closer to the trace that had become swollen.

"Ah..."

Woo-jae let out a breath filled with excitement.

When he smelled the pheromones of a black kite seeping through the fabric of his underwear, Won was so surprised that he could only stiffen his body.

...Was this bastard a predator?

His mind, which had been clouded by alcohol, suddenly became clear.

The moment he smelled that pheromone, all the hair on his body stood on end.

It was an instinctive sense of recognizing an enemy.

Suddenly, strength surged through the hand that was wrapped around the back of Won's head.

"I'll admit what you said. I'll admit that you have a talent for making people look."

His face was buried in the underwear that clearly exposed his lower body.

Even though the words falling down from above his head were irritating, Won couldn't resist.

His mind became hazy due to the strong pheromones flowing out.

Woo-jae, who was looking down at himself with a low laugh, was imprinted in Won's field of vision.

I shivered because I could feel the enemy's pheromones.

The face pressed against me and became harder and harder.

The pillar that increased in volume inside the underwear pressed tightly against the temple.

The circle frowned and tried to move its head away, but the grip on the back of the head was stronger than expected.

Won let go of Woo-jae's thigh, which he had been clutching tightly.

He grabbed the wrist that was forcefully pulling his head and tried to resist, but it was useless.

"What...! You crazy bastard, you're not letting go of this?"

"Wasn't that what you wanted? I said I would do it your way, why."

"You have to let go of this...!"

It was a moment when Won grabbed Woojae's wrist tightly as if he was going to crush it and struggled.

Woo-jae grabbed the waistband with his free hand and stretched it.

A considerable-sized genitalia sprang up as if bouncing.

As if waiting for this moment, a sinister force pulling the back of the head was felt as it passed through the menacing genitalia.

The flesh that forcefully touched the cheek was vivid.

Won's intention was a coercive act that did not contain a single drop of consent.

As Won twisted his head and resisted, Woojae curled his fingers and grabbed Won's hair.

"Open your mouth."

The scalp was pulled tightly.

He wanted to wet his head to relieve the pain.

However, because Kwon Woo-jae tightly wrapped his hair, he couldn't move back.

Tears welled up.

The gap between the teeth was about to widen due to the unbearable pain.

"Kwon, sto...!"

Woo-jae, who held the pillar in his hand, forcefully pushed it into Won's mouth.

"It's well spread."

The mucous membrane that entangled the genitalia seemed satisfied, and he laughed softly.

The grip on the hair finally loosened.

Swearing filled with anger was chewed up by the genitalia, which was thrust into the mouth.

The genitalia that tore apart the throat without mercy was uncomfortable.

To endure the unfamiliar pain, the fingertips that were tightly clenched turned white.

Won firmly grabbed Woo-jae's leg as if it were a lifeline.

"Haah..."

Woo-jae's hot breath sank down onto the frozen and stiffened head.

It was oral intercourse that deviated from the plan.

As if asking when he had the leisure to do it, Won had no choice but to be at Woo-jae's mercy.

When the tension in the grip was released, the distorted face seemed to soften slightly.

Woo-jae's hand now gently grasped the back of Won's head.

Unlike a moment ago when it was awkward, the smoothness of his mouth and the slipping penis could be felt.

As the great worry subsided, Won wiped the saliva that flowed down his chin with the back of his hand.

In his heart, he wanted to chew and bite the penis that was swimming in his mouth.

However, the size of the penis was so big that his mouth couldn't close.

Labored breathing came out forcefully.

Just as Won belatedly regained his senses and tried to move his head back, the hand gripping his head tightened again.

Won pushed Woo-jae's hand away in a hurry.

With a gasp, he opened his mouth as wide as possible and vomited the saliva that had been choking his throat.

The unpleasant scent of the pre-cum soaked into his mouth.

"Don't act like a jerk. I, uh, didn't need you to do it like that."

Won wiped his lips, which were tingling with saliva, with his hand and pushed Woo-jae away.

"I know."

Seeing him smile with his white teeth exposed, Bu-ah clenched his fists.

"But what can I do? Just looking at that face makes me want to crush it."

Won narrowed his eyes.

In the meantime, the hand that had fallen into the air lightly grabbed his head.

The hand resting on his head seemed to be trying to subdue him.

"Get rid of it. It feels bad."

Won spat out in a cold voice.

After pushing away Woo-jae's hand, Won focused on the act and took off the hoodie he was wearing.

Woo-jae, who threw the hoodie onto the floor, laughed softly.

"Isn't it familiar?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Won, who was gently stroking Woo-jae's penis with one hand, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Woo-jae tilted his head diagonally and ruffled Won's messy hair with his index finger.

"Even reptiles know what their purpose is. Am I wrong?"

Basically, he was arrogant about his whole body.

Won tried to grip his penis with force but stopped.

"...Unlucky."

He bit down on the hardened penis, which had become sensitive due to stimulation.

Although it had been exposed to the cold temperature, it wasn't as cold as he had expected when he bit into it.

On the contrary, it was hot.

When he rolled his tongue against the penis, Woo-jae let out a rough breath.

The hand that was rummaging through his hair became more and more explicit.

He swallowed the penis deeper and squeezed the glans into his throat.

The exposed genitalia, tightly wrapped in mucous membranes, was exposed in the air.

Holding onto the pillar, the head was turned slightly.

Woo-jae, with lowered eyelids, continuously brushed away Won's circular hair.

Won pressed his lips and tongue against the pillar and looked up at Woo-jae.

Their gazes met.

Won clenched his teeth and gently scratched Woo-jae's pillar.

"You look good with my dick, senior."

Woo-jae swept his big hand over Won's forehead.

Without even considering hiding his sinister intentions in his eyes, Woo-jae laughed.