As though testing him, Yoo Sinju brought it up with complete nonchalance. Knowing it was one test after another, Moon Heesung hesitated, then let out a quiet sigh.
“…You want to watch me touch myself?”
“Why not?”
“…….”
“You said you’d do whatever I wanted.”
He knew it wasn’t simply about wanting to see that. He understood that Yoo Sinju wanted to confirm his loyalty — more precisely, wanted to make him feel humiliated and degraded. Of course, he hadn’t anticipated things going in this direction, so he was caught off guard, but Moon Heesung hesitated for only a moment before calmly beginning to pull off his pants.
Honestly, there wasn’t even time to think about it. He felt like his cock would burst if he didn’t do something right now, and things like humiliation and degradation were far too easy for Moon Heesung to care about.
“…Stop if you have a weak stomach.”
But setting aside the fact that he himself felt nothing about it, he was curious whether Yoo Sinju’s stomach was strong enough to sit there and watch this. It was done purely with the intent to humiliate him, but either way, Yoo Sinju would have to watch the whole thing with his own two eyes — if anything, Moon Heesung thought that might be the harder task for him.
“Playing it cool?”
Despite the hesitation, the lack of resistance was irritating — Yoo Sinju visibly looked unsettled.
“…Does it look like it?”
He muttered with a hollow laugh. Those eyes that were always so detached were now swallowed by desire. Meeting that gaze, so visibly worked up, Yoo Sinju bit down quietly where it didn’t show.
Moon Heesung, pants off, sat in the center of the sofa. Setting aside the embarrassment, he felt like he’d go insane if he didn’t take the edge off right now. It was supposed to be a clean drug with no aftereffects — bullshit. Either way, drugs were filthy things. They broke down a person’s reason and made them less than human. Exactly the type Moon Heesung hated most.
“Haa…….”
Moon Heesung exposed his cock — which had already soaked through his underwear — and began stroking without ceremony. Standing fully erect, it was harder and more swollen than it had ever been. He could feel eyes on him. He had absolutely no idea whether that gaze was aimed at his face or between his legs. The moment he was exposed to the air and the stimulation began, his vision went white. Sexual desire that robs a person of their dignity. Truly unwelcome.
“Hnn, ah….”
But contrary to his thoughts, his body responded in full. His lower abdomen ached with an unbearable itch, and as he stroked himself his hips began rolling upward. It was maddening. A pleasure like electricity searing him from every direction took hold of him completely. As drugged as he was, he wasn’t entirely unaffected by the fact that he was doing this right in front of Yoo Sinju. But in a self-contradicting way, the sense of transgression Yoo Sinju gave him made the chill run deeper down his spine. Moon Heesung was, on the whole, abstinent. His habits in bed were rough, but he didn’t actually enjoy sex. He didn’t touch himself often either — and even when he got hard just from being healthy, he was the type to just let it pass with time. The sight of himself masturbating like an animal in heat was unfamiliar even to him.
“…Haa……, interesting.”
“…….”
“Taste you have….”
Between gasps and moans, through his blurring vision, he felt Yoo Sinju’s gaze fixed on him unblinkingly. Eyes glinting in the dark remained sharp and clear even through the haze.
He was well aware that everyone had their own unusual sexual tastes and desires. He hadn’t exactly expected Yoo Sinju to have something like this — but he had already sensed he wasn’t ordinary. The Yoo Sinju he’d run into again had already been high on drugs and getting his cock sucked by a man. Whether he was gay or straight wasn’t important. He wasn’t curious about that either. What mattered — or rather what he found himself mildly concerned about — was whether watching someone like him, nothing special, touch himself was actually a preference of his.
Of course, he reconsidered and thought it couldn’t actually be a preference. He was probably just enjoying his humiliation and degradation. Maybe carrying out a revenge of his own. Even in this self-loathing situation, Moon Heesung didn’t stop the hand working his cock. If what he wanted was to see him debase himself, he had no problem giving him that. If that’s what he wanted.
“……Filthy bastard.”
Yoo Sinju dragged his tongue across his lips and sneered at Moon Heesung, rutting away like a dog in heat. But contrary to the crude insult, Yoo Sinju couldn’t take his eyes off Moon Heesung.
The tingling sensation crawling up his entire body made Moon Heesung’s long throat flush red, then deeper — a thick vein rising to the surface. He could clearly feel the pressure building toward release, and yet he couldn’t get there — and when it reached that point, Moon Heesung felt his mind going blank. Whatever kind of drug this was supposed to be, Park Ian had called it quality stuff, but that was clearly an exaggeration. His cock felt ready to burst and yet the orgasm that wouldn’t come had his vision going hot too.
“Ha…, ugh….”
Moon Heesung chewed on the curses sitting in his mouth and stroked his angry cock roughly. His head was filled with nothing but the need to come. Who was in front of him, who was watching, how degrading this situation was — all of that was completely forgotten, and the need to come was the only thing that dominated every inch of him. His hand sped up, and deep moans spilled out from his lips one after another.
The sight of Moon Heesung — eyes glazed, completely undone — was a spectacle. The coat that had been wrapped tightly around him had slid down to his waist at some point, and the loose short-sleeved shirt had ridden up to his chest. Even the hair that had covered his face had fallen apart, leaving Moon Heesung’s face — already stripped of all reason — entirely exposed.
Light filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling glass that covered the entire living room wall and fell across Moon Heesung’s face in an oddly delicate way. In contrast to his indifferent nature and rough behavior, his face was strikingly clean. His skin was rough, but not a single blemish was visible, and his deeply set eyes were cold yet captivating. Without realizing it, Yoo Sinju swallowed. Every trace of his usual self-restraint gone, Moon Heesung stroking himself like a filthy whore — even to Yoo Sinju, who had experienced more than his share of such things, the sight was obscene and lewd. But it wasn’t only that. It wasn’t stimulating simply because it was explicit, or because it was different from everything he’d seen of him up until now.
“……Fuck….”
Yoo Sinju quietly cursed, feeling that he’d gotten hard without even noticing. Moon Heesung was absolutely, absolutely not his type. If anything, Yoo Sinju’s type was small — someone who fit in one hand. Something he could handle however he pleased. He didn’t discriminate between men and women; he needed to handle them as he liked before he felt any satisfaction. People with a solid build, masculine people — he actively avoided them.
He had gotten high and fooled around with someone like that once. Someone exactly Moon Heesung’s build, Moon Heesung’s air — and the moment he’d pinned that man beneath him, Yoo Sinju had naturally thought of him. Even though more than ten years had passed and he had no idea what he looked like now, even a passing resemblance in the atmosphere, in the profile he remembered from his youth, was enough for Yoo Sinju to think of that person.
And it had been painful. Even though they’d met when he was just a child. Even though he had no idea what he looked like now. It had been painful to think of him, to find himself thinking of that person in the arms of whoever he was sleeping with — and the self-contempt would rise.
He didn’t want to drag him into the debauchery he used to forget all of that. Yoo Sinju’s face twisted as if in pain, remembering the past. The person he had been desperately trying not to think about was now right in front of him. And in the worst possible form.
Getting hard during something he’d set up to torment Moon Heesung — that was the worst of it. The cock that hadn’t stood easily even when Seo Jaeha had sucked him off — now standing ready to burst just from watching someone stroke themselves a handful of times. He was disgusted with himself. But in spite of that self-loathing, Yoo Sinju couldn’t look away from Moon Heesung. The reddened nape. The eyes where no trace of restraint or reason remained. The lips parted and soaked with breathless moans. The firm abdomen exposed where the shirt had ridden up, and the neat cock visible between his spread legs. And on top of all that, the expression of someone in agony because he couldn’t come — Yoo Sinju’s eyes grew darker and darker, more and more predatory.
“Haa….”
A sharp breath escaped through Yoo Sinju’s lips this time. In that moment, he realized he had already moved to stand right in front of Moon Heesung. Yoo Sinju’s firm jaw trembled faintly, but to keep from forgetting himself, he forced his lips into a cold, contemptuous curl.
“…Can’t come?”
He asked dismissively, scornfully, as if it were pathetic — but Moon Heesung simply nodded.
“…Ha…, fuck.”
Moon Heesung nodded and chewed on the curse. Every time he bit down on a curse like that, a chill ran down Yoo Sinju’s spine.
“How many people have you been with, that you can’t even come from this.”
Even at the words thrown out to humiliate him, Moon Heesung couldn’t respond — he just kept rubbing his tip. Head tipped back, those wet eyes looking up at him — Yoo Sinju swallowed unconsciously. It was a look that seemed to be asking for something. Pleading. It was a look you could see anywhere. When people got high, they all lost themselves like that and writhed. A chill crept down Yoo Sinju’s spine. Lust was boiling inside him, and his cock pressing against the inside of his pants was an undeniable presence — he looked like he was in pain too, pressing his eyes shut.
“…Looks exactly like a face begging to be touched.”
Yoo Sinju said it with a sneer. Moon Heesung shook his head, his expression at odds with the wanting in his eyes. Even in the middle of this, he was visibly struggling to hold onto what was left of his reason.
“Then ask.”
Yoo Sinju’s glittering eyes flashed as he said it quietly.
“Ask me to touch you.”
“…….”
“Ask me to make you come.”
He stretched his arm along the back of the sofa and looked down at Moon Heesung. Moon Heesung’s wet breath landed against the bridge of Yoo Sinju’s nose and lips.
“Beg me to let you go.”
