Vol 3 Ch 20

Lee Wooyeon sat up. It wasn’t even midnight yet. Morning felt like a blur. He couldn’t sleep without Inseop by his side. The doctor explained that it was insomnia caused by an anxiety disorder. In short, without him, his life was truly fucked.

 

He hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in almost a week. Sometimes he felt like he was dreaming with his eyes open. It was getting dangerous.

 

He pulled a medicine cabinet and a bottle of liquor from the shelf together. It was a tranquilizer. He remembered his doctor’s admonition that it was a very strong drug and should never be taken with alcohol. He thought to himself, ‘I’ll rip the head off any doctor who tells me that when I haven’t slept in over a week.’

 

Lee Wooyeon stood up, popped the pill into his mouth, and emptied the bottle. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. Anxiety and the desire to interfere mingled through his hazy consciousness.

 

He wondered if it would have been easier if he hadn’t felt this way at all.

 

It seemed like a lifetime ago that he was being engaged by choice. He closed his eyes for a while and opened them. Sometimes he heard Inseop’s voice. He smirked as he remembered what Director Choi had said, “If you hear voices, get yourself hospitalized without delay.” Damn, if he did that, he’d be stuck in the hospital for half the year.

 

Hallucinations weren’t enough. He wished he could hallucinate, because then he’d capture him, tie his limbs together so he can’t go anywhere, and f**k him for days on end, reaching satisfaction enough to soak his hole.

 

…F**k, it wasn’t happening.

 

Lee Wooyeon rolled over with a sigh. The winter rain pounded insistently on the window. He was about to swallow a few more tranquilizers when he heard a car. The engine sounded closer and closer.

 

“This is why I told you not to mix your meds. It’s plausible, even the headlights in the window….”

 

Lee Wooyeon jumped to his feet. He ran barefoot down the stairs and opened the front door. Inseop, shaking off the rainwater from his clothes, stopped in surprise when he spotted him, then laughed, embarrassed.

 

“I see some snowflakes, maybe it’s a White Christmas.”

 

“…….”

 

“By the way, the garage door seems to be broken, because it won’t open when I push it by hand….”

 

Lee Wooyeon pulled Inseop into a hug.

 

The last time it snowed in Palos Verdes, a suburb of Los Angeles, was decades ago. The garage door remained open until yesterday.

 

“Oh, wait….”

 

Before he could ramble on about how his fantasies didn’t match up with reality, he shut up. The door slammed shut behind him. A harsh kiss followed. A ravenous, ferocious beast lunged for his throat, ripping off Inseop’s shawl and tugging at his jacket, lifting the hem.

 

“Mr. Lee Wooyeon, wait, ah…!”

 

It didn’t matter that it was a false illusion created by a drug- and alcohol-fueled brain. He needed this. He couldn’t take it anymore, and he didn’t want to.

 

Lee Wooyeon grabbed Inseop by the nape of his neck and pulled him to his feet. He bit his lip to say something and sucked. The salty taste of blood leaked from his lips. Even that was good, so good it was driving him crazy. Lee Wooyeon pressed his crotch against Inseop’s crotch and rubbed against it. Inseop’s slender body shuddered with every thrust.

 

“Mr. Lee Wooyeon, why are you suddenly….”

 

“Shit, hold still.”

 

Lee Wooyeon’s voice was low, and a glimmer of fear flashed across Inseop’s large eyes. He couldn’t help but laugh. The fact that he was afraid of him, even though it wasn’t real, made his head spin.

 

Lee Wooyeon reached out and pulled the tieback off the curtain hook. Then he grabbed Inseop’s hands and tied them together.

 

“Uh….”

 

Inseop looked at his hand and then at Wooyeon, unsure of what to do. He dragged him to the couch, laid him down, and held him down. His thinner body, as if he had lost weight in the past few days, fueled Lee Wooyeon’s sadistic lust.

 

“Mr. Lee Wooyeon, you’re drunk….”

 

He continued to kiss him. No matter how many times they kissed, Inseop struggled to breathe because he didn’t know how to breathe through his nose. Each time, Lee Wooyeon would teasingly pull away and let him breathe a little.

 

“Uh… uh… ha.”

 

Inseop looked as pretty as he was pathetic as he squirmed beneath him, grunting for air. Wooyeon used one hand to pull down Inseop’s pants. When he slipped his hand inside his underwear, he felt his erection. Wooyeon squeezed it hard on purpose and shook it.

 

“Ah…, hmm.”

 

He reached his other hand further down and gently rubbed the dry hole. Inseop shuddered at the touch of the gaping hole. The squirming flesh grew harder and harder.

 

Lee Wooyeon laughed, pecking Inseop on the lips.

 

“Is that good?”

 

“…What?”

 

“Me touching your hole and kissing you, do you like, ha, shit. …I’m cumming.”

 

The last words, whispered through clenched teeth, made Inseop’s white face turn bright red with shame. He looked like he was going to cry at any moment, and blood rushed down his cock to the point of bursting. Wooyeon buried his face between Inseop’s legs and began to speak.

 

“Ah! Ah…, wait….”

 

Inseop was surprised and tried to push Lee Wooyeon away, but his hands were tied and he was no match for his strength. He sucked on his balls with his mouth and prodded his dry hole with his hand. The stimulation from both sides left Inseop gasping for air and helpless.

 

S*x was an act of pleasure. There were no emotions involved, just a lot of action, and before you knew it, you were climaxing. In a way, he liked s*x because it was a fair act, even for an emotionless human like him.

 

“Ah, ha, ha, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”

 

Young, round cheeks stained red by freckles. Large eyes, wet with uncontrollable desire, flicker restlessly. Disheveled breathing, tied hands flailing about, thin thighs fluttering, lightly colored pubic hair, a pretty cock, a hole clenching with excitement, disheveled wet breathing.

 

S*x with Choi Inseop was very emotional. Sometimes he was more turned on by his body language, emotions, and reactions than by the stimulation on his body. He made a mess of himself every time.

 

“Ah!”

 

Hot cum poured into his mouth. Wooyeon gripped Inseop’s thighs tightly and sucked his cock harder and harder. Inseop’s waist jerked upward and spasmed. With one more loud thud, he shot his load into his mouth. Unswallowed cum trickled down Lee Wooyeon’s chin.

 

“Ha ha…. …hmmm.”

 

Inseop’s pants were covered in cum, as well as Wooyeon’s clothes. Seeing this, Inseop cried out in shame.

 

“Why are you crying?”

 

Lee Wooyeon asked, wiping the cum off with the back of his hand.

 

“…What?”

 

“What are you crying about, huh?”

 

Inseop looked up at Lee Wooyeon, blinking, unable to make a sound in embarrassment.

 

“It’s time to get used to it.”

 

Wiping a tear from his cheek, he said.

 

“I get off like crazy sucking a guy’s cock.”

 

Lee Wooyeon said, rubbing his now-hardened bottom against Inseop’s crotch.

 

“No, I’m….”

 

He pulled off his shirt and threw it away. He finished pulling down Inseop’s pants and underwear.

 

“You’re driving me crazy.”

 

“…….”

 

“Sometimes that scares me.”

 

…because I was wondering if I was going to lose my mind.

 

Muttering the last words in a whisper, Lee Wooyeon pressed his lips to Inseop’s. Inseop’s body, feverish from a single ejaculation, was warm in his mouth. The gentle kiss became a lustful gesture. He spread Inseop’s legs apart and wedged himself between them. Inseop’s eyes widened as he saw the penis being inserted

 

“Every time we do it, every time, it’s the same as when we did it the first time, so assholes like me go crazy.”

 

“Ah…, hmm…, slowly….”

 

Inseop gasped and clung to him, and whether he realized it or not, he thrust down harder. He bit his lower lip at the sensation of his tight hole underneath. He liked Choi Inseop so much he didn’t even understand it sometimes. He felt like his heart was going to explode as he fucked him with.

 

“Inseop, … Inseop.”

 

Lee Wooyeon hugged his waist, calling Inseop’s name over and over again. His head was sizzling. The uncontrolled need made every nerve in his body tingle. Inseop lifted his head to meet his eyes, trying to respond somehow even as he sobbed beneath him. The moment their gazes locked, a wave of barely contained emotion washed over him.

 

“…because of you….”

 

Wooyeon laid his head on Inseop’s shoulder and confessed something he would never have said to him in his right mind.

 

“It’s a mess, everything is, …I can’t sleep, I don’t know what to do, I think you’re, …so….”

 

I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it if the day comes when I lose Inseop. Just being away from you for a few days is enough to keep me awake and anxious.

 

“…I like you so much, I want to tie you up so you can’t go anywhere, over and over again. Someone like you, f**k, I like you so much…. …I’m sorry, I’m sorry that a piece of shit like me likes you so much, that whether your grandmother dies or not, I’ll never be able to be sad about it, even if it takes me a lifetime to try, because I’m such an asshole.”

 

Spitting out words that didn’t make sense, Lee Wooyeon tore into Inseop’s body. He couldn’t stand it, wanting to somehow break through his tenderness, wanting to touch him just a little more.

 

“You’re the one who said even a bastard like me was good. You knew I wasn’t a proper human being. Never, ever. If you run away, I’ll drag you back as many times as I want, tie you up like you are now, and rape you.”

 

He felt like he was floundering underwater as he thrust into the narrow gap. Breathless, Lee Wooyeon nibbled at the nape of Inseop’s neck and ejaculated immediately. The breathing of an excited animal echoed low in the silent living room.

 

“…release me.”

 

Inseop said, his lips dry. When Lee Wooyeon cleared his throat and raised his head, large eyes looked up at him and spoke again.

 

“Free my hands. Mr. Lee Wooyeon….”

 

Red marks soon appeared on his slender wrists. Lee Wooyeon spat a low curse word and pulled on the tiebacks that bound Inseop’s wrists. In his dreams, he wished he could slap Inseop. Because violence is medicine for crazy bastards.

 

“I’m sorry, if you want to hit me,….”

 

Lee Wooyeon couldn’t speak anymore. Inseop’s arms went around his neck.

 

“You didn’t force me, no way.”

 

As he said that, Inseop kissed Lee Wooyeon’s cheek. On each side, gently, over and over again, Choi Inseop brought his lips to his.

 

“I like it, I like you, I like you, You didn’t… You didn’t force me.”

 

“…….”

 

Lee Wooyeon looked down at Inseop wordlessly.

 

Inseop was reassuring him now. That this act was not forced, and that he will never be hurt by it.

 

“I’m sorry, I won’t be gone this long. …ever again.”

 

Lee Wooyeon realized.

 

That his broken, drunken, drug-addled brain could never compose this kindness.

 

“…Inseop.”

 

Lee Wooyeon stroked Inseop’s cheek with a dazed look on his face. The sensation of his fingertips brought him back to reality.

 

“I’m sorry I’m late, …I’m sorry I messed up, but I’ll be there, I want to be, I’m not going anywhere, I’m just going to be by Lee Wooyeon’s side….”

 

Inseop cried and apologized. Lee Wooyeon hugged him as hard as he could. The next few moments were a blur. He remembers clinging to him, begging for forgiveness, and whispering his love. The only thing he remembered was that he never let go of his hand.

 

His sleep after a week was unimaginably deep and sweet.