It didn’t feel like a kiss—it felt like entering a battle.
But his partner didn’t seem to have any intention of resisting. Seon-woo pressed in aggressively, forcing his way between parted lips, yet Seung-hyeon welcomed his tongue with lips as soft as melting jelly. Until now, no matter who initiated the kiss, it had always been Seung-hyeon who slipped inside first, skillfully using his tongue. But today, the dynamic had shifted.
Watching Seung-hyeon, unusually docile and passive like a warm mannequin, stirred something restless inside Seon-woo. He ran his tongue along every gap between teeth, scraping roughly against the base of Seung-hyeon’s tongue. He felt the faint tremble at the tip.
When he opened his eyes for a moment, Seung-hyeon’s face came into view—his brows slightly furrowed. The position was far from comfortable. Gwak Seon-woo was awkwardly perched on the edge of the bathtub, while Gwak Seung-hyeon leaned forward in an equally strained posture to return the kiss. The sensation of their tongues intertwining had temporarily shut down Seon-woo’s reasoning, but as clarity slowly returned, the discomfort of their positions became evident.
Seon-woo pulled back, pressing lightly against Seung-hyeon’s chest, briefly breaking the kiss to adjust into a better position. But before he could say anything, Seung-hyeon beat him to it—saying something entirely unexpected.
“You’ll get cold.”
Seon-woo narrowed his eyes in disbelief. Who the hell gets cold in a moment like this? But then it struck him—maybe Seung-hyeon was genuinely concerned about him, who had been sitting out of the water all this time.
Even if that was the case, Seon-woo didn’t appreciate how he’d broken the mood. Instead of replying, he merely shrugged and dipped one leg into the tub. His lower half sank back into the warm water almost instantly.
Seung-hyeon looked down at him with a strangely amused expression. Seon-woo, catching his gaze and smirking in return, reached for Seung-hyeon’s wrist. Just like before, there was no resistance. Even when Seon-woo suddenly yanked him downward into the water, Seung-hyeon responded without hesitation.
Stumbling slightly as he was pulled into the tub, Seung-hyeon met Seon-woo’s eyes with a sheepish look. Seon-woo glanced briefly around, gauging the size of the bathtub. It was more than large enough to fit two grown men. After calculating, he gave another tug, pulling Seung-hyeon’s body completely into the water. That’s when Seung-hyeon muttered, still flustered.
“My clothes are going to get soaked.”
Too little, too late—and a rather pitiful protest at that. Seon-woo let out a snort, throwing Seung-hyeon’s earlier line right back at him.
“Focus.”
He kissed him again without warning, and this time, Seung-hyeon dropped the pretense. It might’ve looked ridiculous—a man in a dress shirt and slacks soaking wet in a bathtub—but it didn’t seem silly at all. In fact, it was provocative.
A strange mix of embarrassment and arousal surged between them. Seon-woo reached out and yanked Seung-hyeon’s head toward him, his fingers tangling in smooth, well-kept hair. Their tongues met again, deeply, fervently. His cock, which hadn’t gone soft for long, was already rising stiff and hard once more—pressing insistently against Seung-hyeon’s soaked shirt. It brushed across the tip.
When Seon-woo instinctively reached out to grab it, Seung-hyeon’s hand came down over his wrist, as if to stop him.
Their eyes met in the middle of the kiss. Still locked in that gaze, Seon-woo lowered the hand that had been caught, bringing it to rest over Seung-hyeon’s belt buckle. This time, the hand covering his wrist gave way, offering no resistance.
When he undid the belt and pulled down the underwear, Seung-hyeon’s cock—already fully hard long before—finally sprang free. The way it twitched seemed completely at odds with its smooth shape and clean color.
As Seon-woo paused for a moment, Seung-hyeon, who had been passive the entire time, began to move. Still only his cock exposed, he pressed it against Seon-woo’s, lining them up and wrapping his hand around both.
While rubbing the two shafts together, Seung-hyeon also twined their tongues. Seon-woo’s mind quickly turned to mush. He wrapped his arms around Seung-hyeon’s neck and began to slowly grind his hips. The sensation in his mouth grew so hazy that he couldn’t tell if it was tongues or cocks they were rubbing together anymore—an intoxicating fog descended like a drug.
The feeling of his cock rubbing against Seung-hyeon’s hand and cock was unlike anything he’d felt from jerking off or even from having it sucked by Seung-hyeon. Since he’d already come once, the second wave of climax came even faster. Seon-woo’s thighs trembled inside Seung-hyeon’s hand, and his head fell back.
Sensing what was coming, Seung-hyeon quickly reached out and supported the back of Seon-woo’s neck. Then, he began grinding himself against Seon-woo even faster, rougher.
Just as Seon-woo began to come, his eyes flew open, and he shook his head in panic. The climax hit him at the exact moment that intense overstimulation overwhelmed him.
He tried to pull away from Seung-hyeon’s grasp, but drained from the orgasm, he didn’t have the strength he usually would. If anything, the movement only made things worse—aggravating the friction between their sensitive cocks.
And as Seung-hyeon relentlessly continued, using Seon-woo’s helplessness to bring himself to climax, he finally came too—burying his face against Seon-woo’s shoulder.
The combined ejaculation of the two of them trickled down their bellies, quickly clouding the bathwater.
“Director…”
After a moment’s breathless pause, Seung-hyeon’s lips moved in a quiet murmur. Then, in a hushed tone, he added, “Shall we move to the bed?”
That’s when the loud vibration suddenly rang out.
Of all times, now?
It was a call that came at the worst imaginable moment—so absurd it almost felt intentional. But even if someone had tried to time it on purpose, it couldn’t have been this perfectly ill-timed.
Seon-woo couldn’t suppress his irritation and turned toward the sound. Not putting the phone on silent and leaving it outside the bathroom had been entirely his mistake. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t furious with whoever was tactless enough to call.
Of course, he had no intention of answering. No matter how abruptly the mood had been broken, he wasn’t about to jump up and go hunting for his phone. Seung-hyeon, too, only glanced toward the direction of the sound without any other reaction. Acting as if nothing had happened, he reached out and gently caressed Seon-woo’s bare shoulder, his Adam’s apple, and exposed skin.
Once the persistent vibration finally stopped, Seon-woo pulled his gaze away from the phone as well. Seung-hyeon once again filled his vision, his lips parting slightly as if about to speak…
Bzzz
The intrusive sound ripped through the air again, even more jarring the second time. Seon-woo’s brow furrowed instinctively.
Seung-hyeon turned toward the bathroom cabinet, his expression now stripped of all amusement.
In the end, it was Seung-hyeon who stepped out of the bathtub first.
He didn’t even bother trying to shake off the water as he moved away. The wet dress shirt clung to his body, making his movements look far from comfortable—but not just uncomfortable. There was something almost indecent about it, something that made Seon-woo feel like he shouldn’t be looking. It was oddly more provocative than Seon-woo himself, who was entirely naked.
Maintaining as calm an expression as possible, Seon-woo watched his back. Seung-hyeon, looking annoyed by his damp hair, ran a hand through it and began looking around for Seon-woo’s phone. While he stood near the cabinet, the vibrating had stopped—briefly—but it started up again soon after. Whoever was calling was persistent.
Apparently, Seung-hyeon was thinking the same thing. The moment he found the phone and glanced at the caller ID, he spoke with a voice tinged with irritation and confusion.
“That’s weird. This person usually isn’t this clueless or pushy…”
Even hearing that, Seon-woo had no clue who it might be. He furrowed his brow, and when Seung-hyeon turned toward him, he seemed to be asking for permission.
“Can I answer it?”
“Do you think it’s someone worth answering?”
Instead of saying no, Seon-woo tossed back a question. Seung-hyeon pretended to consider it for a second before nodding with ease.
“I don’t think it’s someone who shouldn’t be answered.”
Seon-woo gave a slight nod in reply—his way of saying “go ahead.” Seung-hyeon smiled faintly, then brought the still-vibrating phone to his ear.
“Hello?”
Seon-woo couldn’t quite make out the voice on the other end. Whatever the reason for the call, he only hoped that whoever had killed the mood like this would pay the price. He sank deeper into the bathwater, letting his tired body rest as he waited for Seung-hyeon to finish the call.
Then he heard Seung-hyeon respond with a mocking tone.
“Why am I answering? …That’s not something you need to know, Secretary Kim.”
The moment he heard that, Seon-woo realized who the caller was. It was none other than his own secretary.
As Seung-hyeon had said, his secretary was sharp and knew when to back off. He wasn’t the type to spam call if the line didn’t go through. Seon-woo let his rising annoyance settle for the time being and focused on what the call might be about.
“Yes, he’s with me.”
Seung-hyeon turned to glance at Seon-woo as he replied to whatever the secretary had said. His expression was subtly twisted with discomfort—uncharacteristically troubled. When he signaled to Seon-woo with his eyes, it was clear the secretary had shared something serious. Given how much he disliked Gwak Seung-hyeon, under normal circumstances, he would’ve refused to speak to him at all—let alone deliver any message.
And as expected, what came out of Seung-hyeon’s mouth was both shocking and urgent.
“The Chairman… What? Are you serious? The Chairman actually collapsed?”
But instead of panic or concern, all that crossed Seon-woo’s mind was a brief, cutting thought: Of all times… why now, of all times?
