Snake Venom Ch 87(NSFW)

Chapter 87(NSFW)

 

“Fuck, holding it in like this…”

 

Muttering the curse through clenched teeth, he laid bare his exhausted patience without restraint. The sight struck Lee Yeonwoo as chilling, yet it wrapped him in a thrill so perverse his hips quivered. He bit his lip, lowering his gaze lest his agitation be revealed.

 

In the viscous silence crafted by Cheon Wooshin, Lee Yeonwoo reflected. Though he had been helplessly swept along since stepping inside the house, the moment to unsettle the other man once more might well be now.

 

“Then let me…”

 

He could not finish the sentence—Shall I take it in my mouth?—and merely fidgeted with his fingers. That ambiguous, clumsy touch grazed languidly along the taut fabric’s ridge. Even that seemed stimulus enough; Cheon Wooshin’s brow furrowed briefly.

 

How had the other man interpreted this brazen intent conveyed through action rather than words? Cheon Wooshin, gazing coolly down at Lee Yeonwoo, leaned forward. He thrust out a crimson tongue like a serpent, slipping between Lee Yeonwoo’s lips as though entering his own domain.

 

A kiss utterly unlike the previous ones unfolded. It was soft, yielding. Lips teased tantalizingly, tongue tips no less so. The beastly, saliva-drenched ferocity had vanished; in its place lingered the sweet caress one might bestow upon a lover. For a fleeting moment Lee Yeonwoo regained composure, only for his mind to flicker in an entirely different sense.

 

Heat surged swiftly downward. His abdomen tightened rigid; his groin ached. Lee Yeonwoo, bracing against the wall, shifted restlessly. Taking the cue, Cheon Wooshin encircled his back, and their erect members met naturally.

 

A heated exhale escaped Lee Yeonwoo; he reached out, wrapping his arms around Cheon Wooshin’s neck of his own accord and parting his lips wide. Rough tongue surfaces rubbed together, sending shudders from the nape of his neck.

 

“Nngh…”

 

A moan slipped from Lee Yeonwoo. It was a cry of rapture.

 

His mind boiled, his hips trembled. An anticipation he could not himself decipher pulsed through every vein. When soft flesh brushed his palate, the mucous membranes clung slickly. Another strange sound leaked from his throat. It felt as though a latch deep within his breast—one whose existence he had never suspected—had been unfastened. Unaware that the spreading heat was raw lust, Lee Yeonwoo clung to Cheon Wooshin.

 

It was the scent. It had to be the scent—overwhelmingly potent. Prolonged exposure to Cheon Wooshin’s fragrance, now overt, now subtle, had addled the faculty of reason. No other explanation sufficed for his present state. Having concocted this justification for his arousal, Lee Yeonwoo opened his mouth once more.

 

Cheon Wooshin gnawed gently at Lee Yeonwoo’s lower lip, then traced the teeth with the tip of his tongue. He invaded the saliva-filled cavity deeply, sucking Lee Yeonwoo’s tongue until his cheeks hollowed.

 

Everything seemed submerged in Cheon Wooshin’s scent. In the hazy sensation of floating in tepid water, Lee Yeonwoo’s consciousness grew endlessly dreamlike; he did not even notice his belt coming undone. Only when fingers slipped naturally beneath the waistband of his underwear did he startle and tremble.

 

Lowering his gaze, he saw his member—swollen far beyond its first touching—leaking clear fluid as it reared its head.

 

Cheon Wooshin seized both shafts in one grip. Skin reacted with exquisite sensitivity where the venom-swollen pillars pressed together. Lee Yeonwoo panted, staring down at the deft, lascivious spectacle.

 

“Why just watch?”

 

Cheon Wooshin thrust shallowly upward; the erect length was pressed thickly. The sensation of thin skin rubbing of its own accord was excruciatingly provocative.

 

“You’ve done it once; you should know how to assist.”

 

Cheon Wooshin’s voice reverberated dully in his ears. Assist with what? Thought lagged. Only belatedly grasping the intent did Lee Yeonwoo blink slowly. The demand was to act even more boldly than in that dark, cramped place where vision had failed.

 

Cold seeping through his back, the rough shove against the wall, the unyielding chest pinning him, the greedy hand kneading his member, the vulgar words that had burned his ears—recalling that moment when only flesh had collided, his root surged with strength and twitched of its own volition.

 

His mind truly was deranged. To grow feverish remembering a moment of utter helplessness. Cheon Wooshin’s curt demand was equally bewildering—whether to take the shaft in his mouth unprompted or to stoke arousal through some other act. Even amid hesitation, the veins of their joined members throbbed. The faint pulsations themselves were stimulation. Vision blurred momentarily; a soft ringing filled his ears.

 

Something had clearly been transmitted from the other man. Otherwise he would not reach out so shamelessly, saliva pooling in anticipation of what was to come. Shaking his head, Lee Yeonwoo extended a hand.

 

Fingers and palm registered the distinct hardness of twin pillars. Their thick heft warmed the nape of his neck. His lower belly ached dully. Lee Yeonwoo rubbed the flushed glans with his thumb. Clear fluid trickled from the quivering slit.

 

“…”

 

Back then Cheon Wooshin had seemed to stroke carelessly yet had targeted terrifyingly sensitive spots. Recalling this, Lee Yeonwoo tried something—only for Cheon Wooshin’s hand to slide beneath his own.

 

“I’m the idiot for waiting.”

 

“Ah, I haven’t even started—ah!”

 

In an instant dominion was wrested away; Lee Yeonwoo frantically overlaid his hand atop Cheon Wooshin’s. Yet the man who had closed the distance stroked the paired shafts with impatient fervor. Within the large palm, rigid flesh was rubbed and crushed. Fluid-slick friction produced wet, squelching sounds that pierced the eardrums.

 

“Hn, ngh!”

 

Sparks burst before his eyes and in his mind. Lee Yeonwoo jerked urgently. Cheon Wooshin remarked coolly,

 

“I know full well you can’t masturbate properly. Lift your shirt with both hands and knead your nipples.”

 

He allowed no time for compliance—pure tyranny.

 

“Fuck, hurry.”

 

The curse boring into his ear was excessively menacing, yet Lee Yeonwoo could not act rashly. Despite steeling himself, the man’s demands always leapt beyond common sense.

 

The instant hesitation showed, Cheon Wooshin looked up. His raised eyes were delinquent, irritation and excitement coarsely entwined.

 

“Shall I try slipping a finger in here?”

 

Where? What? Doubt flashed—then Cheon Wooshin prodded the urethral opening. Without mercy he pressed the aperture. Unfamiliar pain raked Lee Yeonwoo’s abdomen. Only then comprehending the threat did he flinch violently.

 

“Ugh, no!”

 

How could a finger enter there? Absurd—yet the man seemed capable of anything. Lee Yeonwoo shook his head fiercely and lifted his T-shirt.

 

“Do it the way I did for you.”

 

“Ngh…!”

 

Cheon Wooshin, having issued the order, granted no pause. The hand below grew hasty and brutal. Unable to withstand the onslaught, Lee Yeonwoo spasmed; Cheon Wooshin drew still closer. Cool breath seeped into his heated ear.

 

“Twist and tug.”

 

Shameless, mortifying commands continued, but consciousness floated too far to respond. Imagination and anticipation were useless; reality diverged utterly. Emitting only brief moans, Lee Yeonwoo ultimately clutched the other’s collar, unable to act. The focus below felt on the verge of melting. He bent at the waist, gasping. Into ragged breaths poured thick clumps of Cheon Wooshin’s scent.

 

“Hn, ngh!”

 

Veins bulged fearsomely as the pillars collided and ground together. Knuckled fingers mercilessly compressed both shafts. The gathered glans were shoved upward, then down; crimson heads thrust forward, then retreated.

 

“Ha… haa!”

 

Abdominal muscles heaved. His flailing lower body struck Cheon Wooshin’s firm thigh, then scraped the floor in repetition. The utterly chaotic mutual stroking drove Lee Yeonwoo once more to the precipice of ecstasy. It felt as though eyes, nose, and mouth were sealed while plunged into scalding water. No respite to thrash; no escape. Lee Yeonwoo’s breathing grew fierce.

 

The two men’s breaths halted in unison.

 

“Haaah…”

 

Lee Yeonwoo rubbed the back of his head against the wall, exhaling into empty air. Cheon Wooshin covered the convulsing lips with his own and thrust his hips forward. Ejaculating shafts pulsed, rubbing against each other in spurts of semen.

 

He had not yet emerged from the afterglow. Trousers draped over his hips slid lower. A palm grazing his buttocks rudely invaded the cleft. Lee Yeonwoo, hips jerking, was pinned as Cheon Wooshin pushed the finger deeper. Stiffened by the unprecedented intrusion, Lee Yeonwoo could only blink. A voice, lowered further, burrowed into his ear.

 

“Have you ever taken a cock in here?”

 

While speaking, Cheon Wooshin caressed the tightly clenched rim. Lee Yeonwoo paused to parse the words. Finally understanding, his face flushed crimson.

 

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