Snake Venom Ch 86

Chapter 86

Lee Yeonwoo shut his eyes and opened them again, trying to gather his scattered senses. When his vision, dimmed to black, brightened once more, it was unsurprisingly filled with the sight of the front door. Even as he indulged in his own ridiculous panic, the oppressive presence of the man behind him only grew heavier and heavier—yet Yeonwoo could not bring himself to touch the lock.

“This thing’s slow as hell again. Want me to open it?”

If he let that man open it, he had no idea how he would be teased afterward. Shaking his head, Yeonwoo reluctantly stretched out his hand. The moment he placed his thumb on the fingerprint pad, the lock clicked open. A sound like the gates of a slaughterhouse creaking apart.

His throat bobbed with a dry swallow. If he opened this door, entered, and closed it behind him, then in this entire world, there would be only him and Cheon Wooshin. No one would know what happened inside—whether they fooled around, or whether a massacre ensued. At least until Seolkyung came to check on Cheon Wooshin’s condition, no one would know. A vicious, dizzying assumption.

But there was no turning back now. Yeonwoo let out a short breath and pulled the door handle. In that instant, he felt Cheon Wooshin’s presence alarmingly close.

A black-jacketed arm suddenly thrust out from the side. Large, veined fingers pressed down over the back of Yeonwoo’s hand as though seizing it, exerting force. Lips brushed against the edge of Yeonwoo’s ear. Along with a breath, a low voice slid in.

“If someone saw, they’d really think I’m about to devour you.”

The moment they stepped into the narrow entryway, Yeonwoo’s body was forcibly spun around. His sneakers skidded against the tile as he lost his balance. A careless shove struck his shoulder and his back hit the wall. As if closing the distance created by the turn in a single stride, Cheon Wooshin tilted his chin. His lips crashed down without warning.

“Nngh.”

A kiss—something Yeonwoo had not anticipated. He flinched reflexively, neck shrinking back.

“Why dodge?”

Want to die? His voice, thrown at him like a blade, was soaked in menace so chilling it smelled like blood. Yeonwoo ought to be drawing the line properly if he wanted to survive, yet in his panic, his instinct had been to push. Too late—his wrists were seized and pinned above his head, and Cheon Wooshin’s lips covered his again. Their mouths and noses crushed together haphazardly by the force. Their eyes met point-blank, and Yeonwoo held his breath without meaning to.

“……”

“……”

In those eyes—eyes drenched in blazing heat—he saw himself reflected, wide-eyed. Those pupils, dark and slick as ink, were like the eyes of a beast that had already devoured its prey whole. Had any human ever held eyes like that? Yeonwoo had never seen such a gaze in all his life.

With a startled inhale, Cheon Wooshin slid his tongue out—eyes open—as if savoring the moment. A wet, cool strip of flesh dragged over Yeonwoo’s lips, indiscriminately licking both top and bottom. Not just the corners of his mouth—his philtrum and even the tip of his nose grew wet from the unrestrained, unthinking kisses.

Then a tongue forced its way between Yeonwoo’s lips, scraping his teeth as if to press them apart. Cheon Wooshin gripped his struggling wrists with one large hand and pushed his thigh between Yeonwoo’s legs. At the same time, he sucked harshly at the base of Yeonwoo’s tongue. Solid muscle pressed between his thighs, and a dizzying ache shot through him. His old sneakers squeaked against the floor again.

“Ugh—w-wait— hgh!”

His instinctive reaction to pain was instantly crushed. Cheon Wooshin wedged his thigh higher, unyielding like stone, and angled his head the opposite way. A thick tongue thrust deep into Yeonwoo’s mouth. His thoughts, barely hanging together, tangled again into chaos.

He had not completely lacked a plan. He simply held a slightly dependent expectation—If he asks, “What are you going to suck?” he’ll scoff and answer something anyway. Since Yeonwoo had already resolved to do anything asked of him, even if it turned out to be somewhere ridiculous, he would have closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out.

But to be assaulted like this straight away—this violent kiss right from the start? He had not imagined enduring such an unrestrained assault first. Air was scarce, and the pressure between his thighs hurt yet felt strangely dizzying. The contradictory stimulation hollowed Yeonwoo’s mind in seconds.

The moment Cheon Wooshin’s tongue scraped his palate, lips stamped down relentlessly across Yeonwoo’s nose bridge and philtrum. It felt like having his face claimed by an excited beast. Worst of all—he was suffocating. Yeonwoo shoved with all his strength. A sliver of distance opened. He gasped, breath shuddering out in frantic bursts.

“Hah… hah… just— just a second.”

But it lasted only a moment—Cheon Wooshin grabbed his jaw immediately. The instant Yeonwoo clenched his mouth shut, thick fingers dug brutally into his cheekbones and lower jaw. An inhuman grip that felt ready to crack bone. A flat voice slid into his spinning ears.

“Just open.”

Unable to withstand the pain, Yeonwoo grimaced and parted his lips. Cheon Wooshin bent over him again, uncaring of his reaction.

“Hmmp.”

The tongue that invaded moved as though it would reach his throat. Yeonwoo, head tipped back, had no choice but to take it.

“Hhh— nnh!”

Yeonwoo whimpered like an animal beneath that ravenous kiss, pushing and clutching at Cheon Wooshin’s shoulders by turns. When his knees buckled, a strong hand caught the small of his back, bracing him upright. Lips trailed from his temples to his ear. Sharp canines bit into the cartilage. Pain flashed bright enough to spark white before his eyes.

“Ugh!”

Yeonwoo jerked, twisting his head. Cheon Wooshin rubbed the bridge of his nose against the spot beneath Yeonwoo’s ear and inhaled sharply—an exaggerated, almost grotesque drag of breath that left Yeonwoo’s ear drenched.

Then a tongue wormed through the cartilage gap, making obscene wet sounds echo louder. The one-sided, feral assault made Yeonwoo feel like he was trapped with a half-transformed beast. A voice, deeper than usual, vibrated against his ear.

“Should’ve plugged you up. You’ve been dripping all day.”

An enigmatic mutter—no profanity, and yet it felt filthy. Yeonwoo flinched.

“Lift your head.”

He feared that obeying would invite yet another brutal kiss—but disobeying might lead to something worse. So he obeyed. Their eyes locked briefly, and then Yeonwoo willingly tilted his chin down—because Cheon Wooshin’s intent was too vivid to miss. The man lunged again.

“Haa— ngh.”

As their tongues tangled messily, Yeonwoo thought. It was not a productive thought by any means—but he clung to it to stay sane.

There were two airways in his body. Two. He had used them freely every day of his life. So why, now, could he not breathe properly? His mouth was blocked—fine, then he should breathe through his nose. That simple rule—why could he not execute it? Was Cheon Wooshin’s kiss too rough, or was he simply too inexperienced? Air dwindled, the world dimmed, and Yeonwoo lost track of his own thoughts.

Whenever their lips parted briefly, he sucked in air like someone surfacing from underwater—but it was never enough. His face flushed red. He felt as though he would suffocate any moment now.

“T-team— ngh— p-please, slower—”

Cheon Wooshin stalled. But not because Yeonwoo begged.

“Ah!”

A sudden moan broke loose from Yeonwoo, his face flaring scarlet. He reflexively grabbed at Cheon Wooshin’s hand—because that hand had seized and pressed his crotch.

“You’re hard.”

Cheon Wooshin glanced down, lips curling into a cold smile. His eyes snapped back up, glinting with obscene amusement.

“You were thinking something dirty earlier.”

“……”

Yeonwoo had indeed thought something dirty. His stomach lurched at the accusation—but he had no intention of admitting it.

“I am not—”

He steadied his breath and forced his voice calm. But Cheon Wooshin was already looking down at him, gaze full of disbelief and ridicule. Yeonwoo glared back stubbornly.

“I don’t think about such things in public.”

“Bullshit.”

Cheon Wooshin’s scent surged, suffocating like it was forcing itself into Yeonwoo’s lungs. He released his suppressed pheromones deliberately, violently. It hit with the same intensity as a purebred in heat. Yeonwoo’s vision spun, strength draining from his limbs. He stumbled, and Cheon Wooshin pinned him to the wall.

Then, dragging Yeonwoo’s hand down, he pressed it between his own legs. Yeonwoo flinched, trying to pull away, but Cheon Wooshin only gripped harder, forcing Yeonwoo to press against him. The shape beneath his pants strained, throbbing blatantly. Lips pressed to Yeonwoo’s ear again.

“Feel it.”

His voice was low, drenched in breath.

“I’ve been like this ever since you said you’d suck me.”

When he pushed Yeonwoo’s hand harder against him, Yeonwoo’s fingers curled, nails accidentally dragging across something sensitive. Cheon Wooshin sucked in a sharp breath, shoulders and back tightening like drawn wire. Thick veins along his neck writhed.