HPK 47

After circling the drugstore once, Yejin’s face became even brighter. Compared to the perfume used by the Kirin players, it was incomparably cheap, yet Yejin kept opening and closing the shopping bag, so pleased with whatever it was.

“I have to use it sparingly.”

“I’ll buy you another one when you run out.”

He parted with Yejin at the crosswalk. Yejin said he was meeting a friend, waved his hand, and quickly crossed the street, disappearing into the distance. Wooseung headed towards the bus stop where people were lined up and checked his cell phone. There were no additional texts from Taejung.

His thumb wandered over the screen. After a moment, he called Taejung. There were about six minutes left until the bus arrived.

“Hello.”

—…

“Um… Boss?”

The ringing had stopped, but since he heard nothing, he called out to him cautiously.

—You’re fucking ignoring my calls?

A moment later, Taejung sneered with a short laugh.

“It’s just, I was with my family. That’s why… I couldn’t answer the phone.”

The woman standing in front of him glanced back at Wooseung. Wondering if his voice had been too loud, Wooseung lightly covered the area around his mouth with his free hand.

“I had my dental treatment today. Oh, but they said I have to go again next week.”

—…

“…Hello?”

—Agh, fuck…

A rustling sound, as if he were stretching, mixed with a voice complaining of stiffness.

—Hey, I’ll send you an address, so come there.

“What?”

After briefly stating his business, Taejung hung up the phone without hesitation. As he blankly stared down at his warm cell phone, a text message arrived immediately.

“Hannam-daero, Yongsan-gu…”

Wooseung opened the map app and quickly searched for the address. He would have to transfer buses once, and it would take about fifty minutes. Worried that he might get reprimanded for being late, he sent him a text in advance informing him of his current location. Of course, there was no reply.

♡

As expected, the address Taejung sent was the house where he lived. It was a luxury apartment he had heard of before, with a clean and sophisticated interior from the entrance to the lobby, reminiscent of a hotel. Wooseung registered as a visitor at the concierge and then took the elevator with the guidance of a staff member. The whole process was unfamiliar and uncomfortable, and it was even more so because the staff member guiding him kept smiling.

Getting off the elevator, he faced a wide hallway. Seeing that there was only one front door, it seemed that only one household resided per floor.

Thump, thump, his footsteps echoed unusually loudly because of the high ceilings. As he was debating whether to ring the bell or knock, the door suddenly swung open.

“Come in.”

Taejung said with a yawn, gesturing inside with his head. Wooseung hesitantly shuffled his feet and entered the foyer. A painting that looked like a mess of paint was hanging on the front wall, and to the right was a huge cabinet. The ceilings were indeed high.

While Taejung passed by him, Wooseung squatted down and neatly arranged his sneakers. Taejung stopped mid-stride and looked down at him.

“Is that your nature?”

“What?”

He snorted a laugh and turned away. Wooseung placed his hands on his knees to stand up and cautiously followed behind him.

Passing through the hallway and turning right, a massive floor-to-ceiling window greeted him. Through the window that filled the entire living room wall, the Hannam-dong area was visible. Houses lined up along the slope and a low mountain situated beyond them. Perhaps because of the high ceilings, the sense of openness was incredible.

“Oh…”

But the admiration was short-lived.

Wooseung, seeing the scene inside the expansive view, that is, the living room, let out an involuntary gasp. Clothes strewn across a huge velvet sofa, a cushion that had rolled onto the floor, leftover pizza on the table, five overturned cans of coke… was it a small mercy that none of the drinks had spilled? The living room was spacious, so it was only this bad; if Wooseung’s semi-basement looked like this, there would not be a single place to step.

“What are you doing?”

Taejung asked as he sat down on the L-shaped sofa facing the 85-inch TV. He did not seem to mind the clothes strewn about like a blanket at all. Only then did Wooseung realize that he looked disheveled, like someone who had just woken up.

Messed up hair, eyes that were more languidly open than usual, a hand rubbing the nape of his neck as if tired, and comfortable sweatpants that looked like pajamas.

Why did he call him here? He would see him at the store soon anyway for work.

Wooseung wiggled his toes and carefully approached him. When he picked up the cushion from the floor and placed it on the sofa, Taejung’s gaze landed on it.

“What, are you going to clean or something?”

“…Should I?”

Cleaning was much better than having sex with him. There would be a sense of accomplishment, and as he looked around the living room and the hallway he had passed to gauge the square footage, Taejung dropped his head back against the backrest and glanced his way.

“Stop your bullshit and go wash up.”

“Ah…”

Wooseung placed the bag he was wearing on the floor next to the sofa. The bag, full of the traces of time, slumped over limply.

“Where is the bathroom…”

Taejung pointed with his finger beyond the hallway.

“Right from the entrance.”

“Oh, then… I’ll go wash up.”

“Yes, please do.”

Wooseung fidgeted with his sleeves and went to the place Taejung had indicated. The echoing thump, thump sound from not wearing slippers was terribly embarrassing.

Wooseung was a little surprised by the spaciousness, which was incomparable to the bathroom in his own house. The shower booth was also large enough for three people to fit in comfortably. He knew such houses existed, but coming here in person was on a different level from what he had heard.

He showered meticulously and put back on the clothes he had clumsily taken off. It felt clammy, but he had nothing else to wear, so there was no other choice.

Leaving the bathroom with the hazy steam, he went back to the living room. Taejung, who had been sitting on the sofa, was gone. He was flustered, not knowing where to go, when he heard a voice from somewhere. There was a door behind the living room sofa.

Just in case, he knocked and waited for a moment before opening the door. Beyond the room, there was another room. A bed was visible past a huge desk and dual monitors. It was a layout where the study and bedroom were connected.

Taejung, who seemed to have washed in the meantime, was on the phone, half-naked with wet hair. At the sound of the door opening, he looked this way and gestured toward the bed with his chin.

“Chief Park did? What’s the occasion?”

Wooseung looked back and forth between his own body and the bed, and seeing no other choice, he took off his sweatshirt. It seemed like he would get an earful if he got on the bed with his clothes on. Considering the dirty living room, he did not seem like the type to be overly neat, but still, unlike the living room that looked like it had been hit by a bomb, the bedroom was clean, so it would not hurt to be careful.

He took off his pants and underwear in order, and placed the folded clothes on the floor. He sat awkwardly on the bed, looking only at his toes, then felt embarrassed by his dangling exposed penis and hid it by putting his hands between his thighs.

“Yeah, keep a hold of him. Hey, if he gets a taste for it, fuck, is it his loss or my loss?”

Waiting for someone while sitting naked on a bed was more embarrassing and uncomfortable than he had thought. It really felt like he was selling his body. At the store, it had happened almost by force, so he had been too busy being taken without thinking…

As he sat there blankly, a shadow suddenly fell over him. He lifted his head to see Taejung, who had finished his call, standing close. His firmly toned calves, thighs packed with thick muscle, and his half-erect, dangling penis filled his vision. He swallowed hard to push down the rising feeling of disgust.

A large hand came under his chin. When he lifted his head, he gestured with his eyes for him to say ah.

“Say, ah.”

Wooseung opened his mouth wide like a baby bird waiting for food and swallowed the penis. The act began without any foreplay or warning. To prevent any rough actions, he placed his hands on his thighs. The muscle under his palm pulsed, asserting its presence.

“Hah, fuck…”

Taejung tilted his head back, then brought it down, letting out a heavy breath. The saliva-soaked mouth tautly enveloped the penis. Every time his tongue rubbed below the glans, his temples throbbed with a dull ache.

The corners of his widely opened mouth and his jaw cried out in a tingling pain. Wooseung spat out the penis he had swallowed and ran his tongue along the bulging veins on the shaft.

“Fuck, haah.”

Thinking it had gotten a little better, he swallowed the penis again. But then Taejung started thrusting his hips back and forth, thud, thud, as if for penetration. Because the penis kept poking its head just past his tonsils, his throat constricted over and over, as if swallowing saliva.

“Ngh, hup.”

“Do that again.”

“Gack…”

“Yeah, yeah, that. Hooo…”

The pressure of his mouth gripping the penis so tightly might have been good for Taejung, but for Wooseung, it was agonizingly difficult. Water welled up between his scrunched eyelids, and soon his vision blurred.

“Heuu…”

Taejung, who was looking down blankly at his face that was starting to turn red, smirked.

“There’s a lot of water, here too, huh?”

His thumb pressed down firmly on the slowly wetting eyelid. Startled by the suggestive touch, Wooseung spat out the penis.

“Ah…”

Covering his left eye with his open palm, he shook his head, saying, “Here, you can’t.” The sight was so absurd that Taejung let out a hollow laugh.

“Hey, you think I’m crazy enough to… in your eye. Ha, honestly.”

“…”

“Don’t be scared, I won’t do it, I won’t.”

The hand supporting his chin tightened, and he pulled his head sharply towards him. Wooseung, pulled along, hurriedly gripped his thighs. The muscles, so hard they were stiff, were even more swollen than usual due to arousal.

“So just hurry up and do what you have to do. My dick is cold. Right now.”

Taejung swayed his hips from side to side, as if a chill was setting in as the saliva dried. Each time, his erect penis rubbed against Wooseung’s nose and cheek. Wooseung opened his mouth again and swallowed the penis.

“Gack, heuu…”

“Haaah…”

Slurp, schlick. A lewd sound was made as the pooled saliva was slicked away. Every time Taejung thrust his hips, his heavy testicles tapped, thud, thud, below his chin. He tried his best to swallow less of the penis, but the force of the penis expanding its territory past his tonsils was stronger.

“Ugh, gack, heuk!”

The hands gripping his thighs clenched, scratching at the muscles. He could not breathe, as if a piece of candy was stuck in his throat.

“Hah, hooo, fuck.”

Taejung covered the back of Wooseung’s head with his hand and jerked his hips, thud, thud. He paid no mind to the slender body swaying and pursued the sizzling sensation.

“Ghk!”

A flash of light went off behind his eyeballs, and a thrilling pleasure struck his lower abdomen. The penis, squeezed mercilessly by the tight throat, shot out white fluid forcefully.

“Ggeu, heu…”

“Hah, fuck, so fucking…”

The penis, having escaped the wet mouth, dangled heavily in the air. The semen he could not swallow clung to the edge of his lips and dripped down in a line.