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“I’m noooot sober~ How’m I s’posed to be sober after drinking? You dumb? Hmm, Wonho’s dumb.”
Ha. Wonho let out a dry laugh.
Was he actually making sense while drunk?
It was so absurd he couldn’t help but laugh, and hearing it, Haebom grinned brightly.
Seeing that pretty smile made Wnho forget whatever he’d been about to say.
Not that he planned to let the drinking slide, though.
“Why’re you frowning? Does it hurt? Your head? Or—mm, the tinnitus again?”
Had he swallowed a question mark or something?
Now a full-fledged question mark murderer, Haebom kept firing off questions while studying Wonho’s frown.
Unable to resist, Wonho finally snorted, letting out a soft chuckle.
When he laughed instead of answering whether he was in pain, Haebom’s brows furrowed.
Watching his own expression transfer to Haebom’s face only deepened Wonho’s amusement.
“Whaaat~ Think I’ll let it slide ‘cause you’re handsome? Stop laughin’.”
“Stop laughing? Really, stop?”
His tongue was completely loose, his voice sulky, so Wonho quickly brought his face closer, trying to smooth down the corners of his own lips.
But Haebom reached up, lifting them back into a smile.
“No, laugh~ It’s pretty when you laugh.”
Satisfied, Haebom grinned, wrapping both arms around Wonho’s neck and burying his face in his shoulder.
Whether it was the alcohol hitting him hard or just exhaustion, his eyelids grew too heavy to resist.
In the end, Haebom surrendered himself to a deep, drunken slumber.
“Hah—!”
A sharp jolt forced his eyes open.
He was definitely awake, yet he couldn’t see a thing.
Normally, he’d wake up with his vision blocked from sleeping buried in Wonho’s chest, so he was used to that—but this was different.
It was as if all light had been stolen away, leaving nothing but darkness.
And that wasn’t the only problem.
“W-what’s…! Hnng! Mmm! I can’t move…! Hah!”
The foreign sensation between his thighs made it impossible to think straight.
When he clenched, he could feel something inside him—vividly.
A hot, thick presence ruthlessly stirred his walls again.
Haebom tried to close his thighs in shock, but even that was difficult.
His limbs wouldn’t budge, as if bound.
“Stay still. You’re being punished, remember?”
“W-Wonho…! Hah, mmph…! Punished for what…! Hnngh!”
Wonho refused to explain, instead driving his hips forward, pounding into him relentlessly.
Tears welled up in Haebom’s eyes, frustration flooding him.
What kind of nightmare was this the moment he woke up?
He tried to retrace his memories, but the thick, searing heat ravaging his insides made it impossible to focus.
He remembered drinking—but why was Wonho punishing him?
“Hah… So, nothing… to confess?”
Wonho was excited too, but he spoke in a suppressed voice, his hips snapping forward.
Though his tone carried a playful edge, Haebom—still not entirely sober—couldn’t pick up on it.
Haebom shook his head wildly.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t done anything wrong; he just couldn’t remember.
He had no idea what mistake he’d made to deserve this from Wonho.
The unfairness of it all made him feel wretched, on the verge of tears.
At least let me see his face…
The pitch-black darkness only deepened his misery.
“Yoon Haebom is the one who messed up, so why is Yoon Haebom crying?”
“Hng—uh…! I hate the dark…! Hah! S-stop moving…! Wh-what kind of—ahh…! punishment is this…?”
He didn’t know what he’d done wrong, but he couldn’t understand why the punishment had to be like this.
Wonho tsked at the tears slipping past Haebom’s blindfold before finally pulling it off.
Light flooded in abruptly, forcing Haebom to squeeze his eyes shut—which only sent the pooled tears spilling over in a fresh wave.
“What’s so unfair that you’re crying, Yoon Haebom?”
Wonho brushed his thumb over Haebom’s damp lashes.
Instinctively, Haebom nuzzled into Wonho’s hand.
The gesture made Wonho’s resolve waver.
He’d intended to keep punishing Haebom until he admitted his mistake, but seeing him like this softened him endlessly.
He released the restraints binding Haebom’s limbs.
The sudden freedom made Haebom blink his eyes open.
After a few flutters, his blurred vision gradually sharpened.
Seeing Wonho’s face only made him feel worse.
“I let you go, so why are you still crying?”
That wasn’t entirely true, but he said it anyway.
Sniffling, Haebom met Wonho’s gaze.
Despite his earlier threats, Wonho didn’t look angry—if anything, he seemed more mischievous than anything.
That only made Haebom feel more wronged.
“Wh-why am I being punished…? I was just… just drinking… Wah—!”
Thud. A sharp slap of skin against skin cut him off.
Wonho, who had paused while removing the blindfold, drove his hips up forcefully.
The sudden, spiteful thrust ripped a lewd moan from Haebom.
“Haebom, when you go out drinking, should you text me or not? Tell me.”
“Ah—ahh…! Y-yes…! Nngh! Ye—hng! Yesss…!”
Haebom’s stomach dropped.
He had forgotten to message Wonho when they suddenly moved to the barbecue place.
But that was no excuse—nothing had stopped him or the others from texting.
Worse, he’d assumed Wonho would leave before things wrapped up and hadn’t bothered.
Realizing his mistake, Haebom reached out, clinging to Wonho’s nape like a lifeline.
Even though Wonho was the one punishing him, he was the only one Haebom could cling to.
“S-sorry…! I’m s-sorr—ahh…!”
His words broke apart under the relentless pounding of Wonho’s thick cock, but Haebom kept apologizing desperately.
He could feel every throbbing vein—whether his alcohol-heightened sensitivity or Wonho’s doing, it didn’t matter.
“What else did you do wrong?”
“…Else?”
Haebom’s eyes flew open.
Another mistake?
What—? He racked his brain but came up empty.
“D-drinking until I got drunk…?”
“Yeah, that’s one mistake. But there’s a bigger one. Think hard. I’ll let you go when you figure it out.”
“Huh? Nngh…! Wh-what…? You said I was fr—ahh!”
Haebom wanted to protest the unfairness of it, but Wonho’s renewed pace stole his voice.
All that escaped his lips were pleasure-drunk whimpers.
Think?
How could he, when Wonho was making it impossible?
Yet he couldn’t even complain.
Not because he didn’t want to—but because Wonho gave him no room to speak.
No grievances could spill past his lips.
“I-I’m close…! Ah—ngh!”
Wonho alternated between sharp thrusts against his prostate and slow, grinding rolls, sending electric jolts through Haebom’s body.
He’d lost count of how many times he’d come already—with Wonho, he often spilled over just from foreplay before they even started.
“Hah…!”
A dizzying wave of pleasure crashed over him—but something was wrong.
He couldn’t finish.
Panicked, Haebom squirmed, but Wonho pinned him down effortlessly, denying escape.
Tears welled in his wide, transparent brown eyes, clinging precariously to his lashes.
This wasn’t like the frustrated tears from before.
And maybe that was why Wonho felt no urge to stop.
If anything, it only excited him more.
Haebom’s tears spilled over again, his mind drowning in alcohol and pleasure, thoughts scattering.
“Wh-why…! Hah! S-something’s wrong…! Nngh—ahh!”
Just because he couldn’t come didn’t mean he couldn’t feel pleasure.
The relentless movements of Wonho sent waves of ecstasy steadily building in his body.
The lewd, squelching sounds filled the room.
His inner walls were so sensitive that even the slightest thrust made them clench and flutter around Wonho’s cock, squeezing and releasing in a maddening rhythm.
Eventually, even Wonho couldn’t hold back.
Thrust, slam, thrust!
With each violent movement, Haebom’s breath hitched—Hah, ah!
Ah!—his moans spilling out uncontrollably.
The pleasure, denied release, only drove him wilder.
There was no room in his mind to think about what he’d done wrong.
“Ngh…!”
“Ah, ahh…!”
Finally, Wonho buried himself deep inside Haebom and came.
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