Best Served Cold

Chapter 25

Wooyoung thought he had been doing a decent blowjob considering how hard and quiet he was but one look at S and he wasn't so sure anymore. The figure just stared down at him or at least, his face was looking in his direction. Lips pulled thin in an expression that Wooyoung could barely even start to decipher as he was throat deep inside. He didn't know how long he had been at it but every second almost felt like centuries as his knees started to shake a little from having knelt for however long it had been. The truth was that it had only been 2 minutes since he started. He released S's member with a pop to breathe and S let out a low scoff, making him look up again.

"Is that all you've got?"

"It's not like I want to do this," Wooyoung hissed. "Are you impotent or something?"

"I can assure you I'm not. Do you want some help?" S asked, tightening his grip on his hair to make a point. Wooyoung winced and bit his lip.

"No. Let go of my hair. It hurts," he whined but S just moved him closer again.

"After you are done."

"Fine, fine." With a pout, he went in again. Dragging his tongue along the length, trying to get the veiny parts before dipping his head against the tip of it. He hummed a little and knew if he didn't take this seriously, he might have as well told S to fuck him instead. Maybe he should have, then he wouldn't have to suck his dick but he guessed it was too late now. He bobbed his head once he could feel the other almost hitting the back of his throat, unsure why S didn't seem to be feeling it as much as others who would practically be moaning to him for more by now. It annoyed him since he doubted his skills were this bad. He was about to pull out again but S moved his hand, slamming him right back in. He gagged and clenched the other's pants as his eyes teared up from the sudden pressure.

"Only 2 minutes left. You might want to pick up your pace."

He grunted and held back his cough as he started to use his mouth more aggressively, knowing he would probably regret it but he was already too deep in at this point. With every move practically hitting the back of his throat, he started to tear up more and felt his chest tighten too. He only slowed down to take a breath but continued before giving S the chance to move his hand again. He moaned slightly when he felt his own pants tighten too, cussing at himself internally for starting to feel it himself. Now wasn't the time for that. He didn't know how much longer it took but when he felt S's hand grip his hair again to make him stop, he knew it was over as the figure unloaded into his mouth with a breathy moan. Wooyoung gulped down unintentionally since the other wouldn't let him go. Bits of it spilling out the sides of his mouth as he was finally able to push himself away from the other who let him go once his high was over. He started to throw out whatever was in his mouth reflexively and glared at S who just stared at him.

"Happy now? You got what you wanted. Leave me alone," Wooyoung growled, feeling all scratchy in his throat. S wore his pants properly before squatting down and gripping his chin, lifting it up to face him.

"Oh, and Wooyoung. I want you to go to the police with Choi San."

"What?"

"Yes. I want you to go to the police and report to them about this."

"What are you...saying?"

S rubbed his thumb over Wooyoung's lips and smirked. "Do as I say or I won't let you go."

"Asshole, not like you would even if I do."

"Smart," S chuckled as he let him go and stood up. "After you go to the police, I'll play with you a few more times and then, I'll be out of your life."

"What? You would?"

"Yes. As long as you listen to me. If you don't, I can't guarantee what else I would do."