…What the fuck?
He’s not seriously going to finish this alone, is he?
Well, it’s nice to watch, but…
Seonwook tried to gauge what Director Hwang’s naked body would look like under the white shirt, admiring the muscles and veins in his forearms. The veins on either side of his forehead were also bulging.
“You look uncomfortable… Take it off.”
Seonwook barely managed to move his chin to speak, but Director Hwang pressed down harder, as if telling him to be quiet. He didn’t even look at Seonwook’s face.
Seonwook raised his arms to show he understood, then placed them back on the sofa.
Director Hwang’s hand moved down from Seonwook’s neck to his chest. Seonwook, now free to move his chin, adjusted his head and looked down.
Director Hwang pressed and rubbed Seonwook’s chest hard. His hands moved frantically over the scars on Seonwook’s body.
Every time his hot hand brushed over his stiff nipples, Seonwook’s stomach twitched.
Then Director Hwang grabbed one of Seonwook’s breasts. He squeezed so hard it hurt.
“Ha…”
Director Hwang placed one knee on the sofa between Seonwook’s legs and bent forward. As the distance between them closed, Director Hwang’s scent seemed to envelop Seonwook like a cloak.
He felt a heat more intense than what he had felt in the side room. Director Hwang’s rough breathing was right in front of him.
Seonwook clenched his fists on the sofa, his mouth dry.
Fuck, I’m losing it.
Can’t I just grab his head and shove his face into my dick? I’d love to see my scent all over his face.
If I shoved it in until he couldn’t breathe, then pulled back just as he was about to pass out, he’d gasp like a dog with a red face, right? Then I’d lay him down and suck his feet like crazy. I’d even bite the instep of that foot…
Seonwook could have done that if he wanted, but he barely held onto a thin thread of reason and kept his hands firmly on the sofa.
Now was the time to earn Director Hwang’s trust.
“Hng…”
Director Hwang squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed a moan. His body trembled, and his nails dug into Seonwook’s chest.
Seonwook clenched his teeth, only his eyebrows twitching.
Director Hwang, his head bowed, occasionally shivered and caught his breath. His forehead repeatedly touched and left Seonwook’s shoulder in rhythm with his breathing.
Seonwook, uncomfortable from the pain in his chest and his still-hard cock, suddenly chuckled inwardly.
He’s getting off just by groping my chest.
He’s definitely obsessed with my nipples.
Director Hwang slowly released his grip and slid his hand down Seonwook’s stomach, then pulled away. His hand, withdrawn from his underwear, was wet and glistening.
Director Hwang let out a long breath and plopped down beside Seonwook. Seonwook watched as he pulled a few tissues from the table and wiped his hand.
Looking at Director Hwang’s damp underwear peeking out from his open pants, Seonwook suddenly realized he had never seen underwear that was truly white—pure, unblemished white.
All the underwear he had seen around him had been yellowed or grayish with pills, but Director Hwang’s was immaculately, honestly white.
Wow… He looks like he plays hard, but even his underwear is classy?
Rich bastards really are different.
Seonwook stared at Director Hwang’s underwear with a fresh sense of wonder, then slowly shifted his gaze to his upper body and profile.
Director Hwang seemed to ignore Seonwook’s presence, focusing only on wiping his hand, then leaned his head against the backrest and looked up at the ceiling. His usually perfectly styled hair was slightly disheveled.
“Did you enjoy it?”
Director Hwang gave no response.
“No, but I’m not a cow. Did you have to milk me so hard? I thought you were going to tear them off.”
Seonwook rubbed his chest, marked red with handprints.
“But I understand. I know Director is into my chest. If you wanted a souvenir, I have no complaints.”
“Don’t think about extorting money. It won’t work.”
“…Money?”
“You’re scraping by at that shitty inn that barely pays you. It’s obvious what kind of desires you’d have.”
Seonwook’s eyes widened.
“Desires?”
“I know you’re throwing yourself at me because I look like I have money. Young, good body, no shame—you’re perfect for this kind of thing.”
“Huh?”
“You’re probably thinking of hitting the jackpot and changing your life.”
“Pall-ja?”
“Don’t try to force some fateful connection. I especially don’t want anything to do with half-crazy kids like you.”
Seonwook blinked, then smirked.
“Ah, so you think I’m seducing you so you’ll fall for me, then buy me an apartment and a car, and we’ll stroll through department stores with you buying everything I point at? That’s what you think I’m after?”
Director Hwang turned his head to look at Seonwook.
“I’m telling you in advance it’s a waste of time because that’ll only happen in your dreams.”
“Wow… Who’s wasting their time here?”
Seonwook giggled.
“I didn’t think you had such a wild imagination. Do you usually spiral like this alone? Did you imagine our whole future together?”
Director Hwang’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Why can’t you read the situation?”
“I’m not the one who can’t read the situation. Do I look that poor?”
“You don’t just look poor, you are poor.”
“I’m living well. Enjoying life.”
Director Hwang sighed shortly and turned his head back to the ceiling.
“Delusional victory is your freedom.”
“Rich people think anyone with less money is miserable. I don’t care about your money. Even if you have a lot, it’s not mine, so what does it have to do with me? Or should I pay for all our dates? Would that work?”
Director Hwang, who had hesitated, now looked at Seonwook with a disgusted expression.
“Who said I’d—”
Director Hwang seemed at a loss for words for a moment.
“Are you crazy?”
“Director, date me.”
As Seonwook tried to approach, Director Hwang pushed his forehead away.
“Stay away.”
Pushed back, Seonwook flopped onto the sofa and stared at the ceiling.
“Listen to me.”
“Not interested.”
“I said I’m in love.”
“I said I’m not interested.”
“At least let me clear up the misunderstanding. You’re getting way ahead of yourself.”
Director Hwang ignored him and pulled out more tissues, wiping something again.
“Let me explain.”
“No interest.”
“I’m in love, I said.”
“I said no interest.”
“At least let me catch up. You’re way ahead.”
Director Hwang silently pulled out another tissue and wiped something.
“When are we dating?”
Director Hwang sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes.
“I’m not dating you.”
“What if I want to? What if I miss you?”
“Come to the hotel every week at this time.”
Seonwook’s eyes widened.
“For what?”
Director Hwang paused before speaking.
“Do what I want.”
“What’s that?”
“Wouldn’t that depend on the time?”
“Well, if it’s what Director wants, I’ll like it too. I’ll do anything.”
“Talk less.”
“Yes.”
Seonwook grinned and picked up the hem of his T-shirt, which was under Director Hwang’s foot.
“So we’re meeting every Thursday morning? Should I come at 10?”
Seonwook tried to pick up his T-shirt, but Director Hwang pressed down with his foot to stop him. When Seonwook looked up, Director Hwang was staring at his face.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
