Lovers

34

Quickly Before Sobering Up

Riegel was crying and grieving, and he looked quite drunk. I was clearly not in my right mind either, being too drunk myself. While Riegel was indeed handsome, he was shining a bit too brightly now. He even looked delicate, as if a filter had been applied.

This isn’t good. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what wasn’t good, but I felt a sense of crisis. That strange premonition that comes right before an accident.

I quickly decided to end this drinking session.

“Stop drinking.”

Even as I said this while standing up, Riegel didn’t move. He didn’t even look at me. He just leaned back against the chair, looking pained. As he took small, labored breaths, trying to endure the pain…

Shit, I know this isn’t right, but it’s kind of sexy. What the hell has Walter done to me?

“Hey, you’re in danger.”

The man in front of you has been a virgin for 28 years. He could snap at the slightest stimulation. I know you’re sad, but what can we do about the fact that the guy in front of you is a crazy psycho? I just realized for the first time that I’m this kind of psycho.

“What’s dangerous about this kind of alcohol?”

My heart is dying, Riegel whispered.

This bastard, always going “hmm” and pretending to know everything, why is he so oblivious at this crucial moment? It’s not the alcohol that’s dangerous right now.

“Get up.”

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil…

I remember my father’s words to pray every day, no matter where he was. Am I falling into this temptation because I didn’t pray? Ah, lead us not into temptation… But, God, isn’t it a bit petty to test me like this just because I didn’t pray for a while?

Riegel just stared at the hand I held out. I understand the desire to drink until death, but we’re too young to die from acute alcohol poisoning just because our team got wiped out or a life-threatening love died.

“I’m alive even though all my teammates are dead or dying. My superior wants to kill me, and I want to kill my superior. There are people all around who want to kill me, and I don’t even know who they all are. I got stabbed on my first date. But still.”

I’m not good at comforting people, but I felt like I had to say something every time a teardrop rolled down Riegel’s pale cheek. Or maybe it’s because I feel like I’m in danger of having my first kiss with Riegel, not just my first date.

I realized for the first time today that it’s my preference to see a beautiful and fragile person broken down and looking only at me. It wasn’t good for my heart. I kept swallowing dryly. My fingertips were tingling. I’ve always had sexual desire, but I’ve never felt this strongly about someone before.

“But you still went on a date, even if you got stabbed.”

A faint light of reason returned to Riegel’s eyes. His face said “What nonsense,” but I was rather satisfied. Yeah, you can despise me, but please, let’s just break this atmosphere somehow. I’m too scared I might pounce on you. I’m afraid of my moral values, my future life, and also afraid of him suing me for sexual harassment and my father’s anger if he sees that lawsuit. So please, let’s move on from this atmosphere.

“A date?”

Riegel asked, still ignoring the hand I had held out for him to get up.

“Yeah, a date. It was my first time, you know, going on a date. I thought I’d never get to do it until I died, but thanks to you, I did. It was nice.”

“You mean that date where you had to crawl down to the first floor and got stabbed? The one where you would have died if I hadn’t gone down?”

“Let’s skip the minor details.”

Riegel finally took my hand.

Ah, yes, stand up.

When I tried to pull Riegel up, he pulled my hand first. He yanked me so ruthlessly that I stumbled forward with an “Oh.” Of course, I could have maintained my balance by grabbing the table. That wouldn’t have been difficult, but.

The lips touching was unexpected.

Lips wet with alcohol touched mine and then moved away. It was a feather-light kiss. Riegel moved his lips just a fingernail’s width away and said,

“This is your chance to refuse, Armin.”

Riegel was smiling. A precarious smile that looked like it might disappear at any moment. And one fact I learned tonight is that I’m a psycho who’s into this kind of thing.

“You started it.”

I didn’t give Riegel a chance to respond. I was yearning for those lips that had just barely brushed against mine.

“Fall in love. Fall in love with someone you like. A love where you meet normally and become happy, or even if you break up, you’re left with good memories. Not a love where you’d die without it, not one that would ruin your life if it’s not that love. Just, fall in love.”

My father’s words came to mind.

Father always wanted me to fall in love. Maybe he thought that because I never dated anyone and only worked. Or maybe he felt sorry because I was pouring all the money I earned into orphanages. But I had never thought about wanting to fall in love. If I had wanted to fall in love, I would have.

But now, I wanted to conquer this weakened man. Yeah, think of it as a substitute or whatever you want. I’ll take advantage as much as I want too. That’s only fair.

I hesitated a bit because I had never kissed before. As soon as I did, Riegel’s tongue parted my lips and entered. He pulled my tongue into his mouth as if he was annoyed. Ah, since our lips are pressed together, I can’t really tell if it’s his mouth or mine. Our tongues intertwined in the connected space.

He sucked on my tongue. I closed my eyes for a moment at the electric sensation. The pleasure I had only briefly felt during masturbation was coming just from having my tongue sucked. I became hard in an instant. Curious about his state, I tried to lower my hand to touch his pants. But the table was in the way. I pushed the table away with my hand. With a loud bang, the table flew off somewhere and rolled around.

Riegel tried to look to the side at the sound. I grabbed his chin to prevent him from looking while pulling my tongue out of his mouth. Then I overlapped our lips again and this time sucked on his tongue.

When I touched his pants, his thing was also erect. It’s quite a large and impressive piece. I wonder if he’s had sex before. Even just rubbing it over his pants made him moan lightly. As I caressed his thing while sucking his tongue, it felt like I was giving a blowjob. I’ve never done it before, but I’ve seen quite a few videos. I’ve never thought about sucking a man’s thing before, but today’s Riegel had a certain allure.

I thought he might say something like “Don’t,” which might turn me on even more.

However, Riegel didn’t seem to have any intention of making such cute sounds. He moaned and then suddenly pinned me to the floor. I frowned when I lay down because the floor was wet. Probably the alcohol bottle on the table had fallen and spilled when I threw the table. But Riegel misunderstood and was looking at me with a scary expression from above.

“Were you going to get scared by this much?”

“I’m not scared… ah.”

Riegel’s lips fell on my neck. It was ticklish but stimulating. When his tongue licked up my neck, my spine tingled. The tip of my dick tingled. It wasn’t quite to the point of ejaculation, but I was aroused to the point of aching.

As I fumbled with Riegel’s back, curious about his skin, I pulled up what seemed to be a nightgown or some silk robe. His back, wearing only pants under the robe, was easily exposed. Just touching his spine made his body writhe.

At some point, he couldn’t hold back and bit into my neck, sucking hard. The pain was more refreshing than painful. And soon it became hot again.

“Ah, fuck, it feels good.”

I cursed involuntarily. I used to think people were exaggerating when they talked about how good sex was, but it really was good. The smell of alcohol from Riegel’s body was intoxicating, and just touching his smooth skin sent tiny waves of pleasure through my fingertips. To think that sex is feeling pleasure at your fingertips just from touching someone.

“You’re,”

Riegel’s lips moved from my neck to my lips. I could feel his hands unbuttoning my shirt. Eventually, he bit my upper chest and gritted his teeth.

“You’re not Lee Shin-yeon.”

His tone was full of resentment. You’re upset because I’m not that man you loved so much, yet you’re still hard between your legs. I smiled as I rubbed Riegel’s dick with my raised knee.

“So? Do you want to stop?”

As if. Not when you’re this aroused. Maybe he’s even more resentful because he doesn’t want to stop. He raised his upper body from mine. He looked down at me silently for a moment and then smirked. Instead of answering, he raised his hand and caressed my shirt. Then in one swift motion, he ripped it open as if tearing it apart. The buttons that couldn’t withstand his strength flew off.

His tongue touched my chest, specifically my nipple. Just one lick, and an “Ah” sound escaped immediately. A sweet and electric pleasure. Is this something that can come out without holding and shaking the dick?

Every time Riegel licked my nipple, my back twitched. I wanted to keep my body still, but it wasn’t easy. My nipples were being licked, but I wanted to shake my dick. It felt like it would feel even better if my hips moved while my nipples were being licked. But with Riegel dominating my body, it wasn’t easy to masturbate.

I was frustrated with the teasing sensation. I tried to endure it while caressing Riegel’s hair. I couldn’t help the panting sounds escaping between my lips, but still, somehow, ah-.

I pressed Riegel’s head against my chest. For a moment I thought he might be displeased, but Riegel burrowed into my chest as if he had been waiting for this. He bit down and sucked hard. Pain and pleasure intertwined. My mind was a mess.

When Riegel tried to take off my pants, I raised my hips. Through my hazy mind, I thought that sex between men was done from behind. If one of us had to spread our legs, I felt like it should be me. Riegel, crying “Lee Shin-yeon, Lee Shin-yeon,” couldn’t possibly spread his legs. He seems quite clueless in this area.

And if having my chest sucked feels this good, I became curious about what insertion would feel like.

“Do you have something like lube?”

We should probably have condoms too. When I whispered in his ear, Riegel raised his body.

Riegel, sitting on top of me, looked down at me and smiled languidly. A fierce smile unlike his usual self. He even stuck out his tongue to lick his own lips, as if savoring the taste. I felt like prey beneath a predator. It was chilling. I had just learned from Riegel that this was pleasure.

“If I do.”

Riegel’s hands caressed my chest. I could feel my nipples standing erect. He pulled on my nipples. The sharp pain initially brought a sense of discomfort, but it soon turned pleasurable. The pain of being pulled and the ticklish sensation of the tips being caressed blended into pleasure. Ah, it feels good.

Riegel looks sexy. He doesn’t look pitiful or in pain anymore, I’m purely attracted to him.

“Let’s do it quickly before the alcohol wears off.”

When I pulled him, he came along, bursting into laughter. The pleasant laughter turned into a kiss. I liked the violent kiss that seemed like it would devour me.

Riegel no longer seems like he might break. He’s a strong person who can withstand whatever I want to do.

I liked that.

I smiled as I bit Riegel’s lips. This kiss was more familiar, comfortable, and smooth than before. My mind started to melt.