Each step made his cock twitch deep inside. It wasn’t the same overwhelming pleasure as when he thrust in with intent, but the tingling sensation that bloomed was more than enough.
After a long stride, they finally reached the bedroom. Though it was Seon-woo’s house, Seung-hyeon, who hadn’t visited often, somehow managed to open the bedroom door on the first try amid the many others. Seon-woo turned toward the bed. Half of him felt relieved to be there, the other half was gripped with anxious curiosity—what was Seung-hyeon going to do now?
As he caught sight of Seung-hyeon’s burning gaze, a sudden thought crossed Seon-woo’s mind: he might just throw him down onto the bed like a rag doll. But the way Seung-hyeon laid him down was unexpectedly tender, as if handling something precious.
Even in this situation, he still…
With that thought, all the indignation from just moments before vanished without a trace, and that familiar, aching fondness for Seung-hyeon began to well up again. No wonder Gwak Seung-hyeon acted so shamelessly—how could he not, when Seon-woo was like this?
Seung-hyeon climbed onto the bed and gently settled on top of him. Their bodies were still connected, so the motion felt fluid, seamless. But Seon-woo pressed a hand against his chest and said coldly,
“Your pants.”
He pointed at Seung-hyeon’s soaked suit trousers.
It killed the mood a little, but he was irritated with him anyway, and he didn’t want the bed getting wet. Seung-hyeon looked down at his drenched pants with glazed eyes. With his cock still fully erect and his dazed expression, he looked—surprisingly—almost cute. But that wasn’t enough to change Seon-woo’s mind.
Seung-hyeon shot him a betrayed look. When Seon-woo’s face remained unwavering, he finally, reluctantly, moved a hand to his waistband.
The fabric clung stubbornly to his thighs, revealing glimpses of bare skin but refusing to come off easily. Bending toward Seon-woo, Seung-hyeon rubbed his cheek softly against his thigh and whispered in a petulant tone,
“It won’t come off…!”
“Director…”
“Ha… seriously…”
Once again, Seon-woo had no choice but to give in. He reached up and cradled the back of Seung-hyeon’s head, pulling him upward by the hair. Seung-hyeon’s lips curled into a knowing smile, like he’d expected this all along. And maybe he had. But even knowing, Seon-woo let it happen—what else could he do?
Seung-hyeon immediately lined up the head of his cock with the entrance and pushed his body forward. The rim, not yet fully closed, parted smoothly to take him in. As his cock plunged deep, thrusting straight into Seon-woo’s core, Seon-woo instinctively wrapped his arms around him. Seung-hyeon pulled his hips back, just until the tip threatened to catch, then drove it back in with force.
And again.
“Hh… ahhk!”
A second thrust.
“W-wait, ngh… ugh!”
A third.
“Huhk…!”
Seon-woo came, his body twisting uncontrollably as he cried out. After only three thrusts.
Sure, it had been building up for a while—but that didn’t erase the fact that it only took three. With an expression full of embarrassment, he stared down at the cum splattered across his stomach.
Seung-hyeon reached out, teasingly smearing the semen with his fingers. Every time his still-hard cock stirred deep inside, the well-defined abs spread across Seon-woo’s flat stomach twitched faintly.
“I’m not done yet,” Seung-hyeon muttered, pausing the slow grind of his hips. Seon-woo, still lost in the afterglow, looked down at him through hazy eyes. Their gazes met, and Seung-hyeon’s lips curved into that habitual smirk of his—but his eyes didn’t smile at all.
Maintaining eye contact, Seung-hyeon suddenly slammed his hips forward. Smack! The sound rang out, sharp as a whip crack in his ears. His movements zeroed in with cruel precision, hitting all the most sensitive spots. Despite having just come, Seon-woo’s cock quickly lifted its head again. He’d thought his body was too tired—but clearly, it was still pulsing with life. What the hell kind of body was this?
There was no point in pretending it was too much. It wasn’t actually unpleasant or exhausting. So instead, Seon-woo just stretched his legs and wrapped them tightly around Seung-hyeon’s waist.
Now it was Seung-hyeon’s body that began to tremble with strain. As he buried his lips against Seon-woo’s nape, his thrusts became desperate and erratic—no longer the pinpoint targeting of Seon-woo’s prostate like before. Growing a little impatient, Seon-woo shifted his hips up from below.
I want to kiss him.
The desire surged up, fierce and hot. Seon-woo lifted Seung-hyeon’s head from his neck and kissed him without warning. Without hesitation, Seung-hyeon’s tongue slipped into his mouth. As their tongues clashed, Seon-woo realized something strange—the movement of his tongue felt like what his cock was doing. Even though Seung-hyeon wasn’t even brushing the most sensitive spot at that moment, electric pleasure raced through Seon-woo’s entire body.
He had the overwhelming urge to grind his hips until Seung-hyeon hit just the right place—but he barely managed to hold it back. Instead, he bit down on Seung-hyeon’s tongue, making him pull away.
Whether he somehow understood the unspoken signal or not, Seung-hyeon moved immediately to grant Seon-woo’s wish. Gripping Seon-woo’s hips tightly, he thrust forward. As the inner walls clenched around him, welcoming him in, Seung-hyeon angled his cock just right and rubbed the tip against Seon-woo’s prostate. Sparks burst behind Seon-woo’s eyes.
Just as he was about to throw his head back, Seung-hyeon grabbed him and forced him to meet his gaze again. Confused, Seon-woo looked up—and saw Seung-hyeon’s dazed expression as he finally spoke.
“Director…”
His voice wavered as he thrust deeper. Seon-woo focused, trying to catch what he was saying. Seung-hyeon spoke slowly, each word punctuated by motion.
“Why… ngh… do you like me?”
The lewd moans threaded into his voice made the question even more surreal. Is this really the time for that? Seon-woo’s mind went blank. He realized Seung-hyeon was just throwing back the same question he’d asked earlier in the car.
“You’re seriously asking me that… ah! Nngh, huhk!”
He tried to answer, but the words were lost as Seung-hyeon’s cock repeatedly ground against his prostate. At this rate, how was he supposed to say anything? Then again, maybe that was the point—maybe Seung-hyeon didn’t want an answer. He sealed Seon-woo’s open mouth with another kiss.
He probably thought I’d be speechless if he asked like that…
As if I didn’t have more than enough to say.
After a long, mindless ride of motion, Seon-woo opened his tightly shut eyes to find Seung-hyeon’s head between his legs. His hole, still slack and open, felt wet. It was probably slick with Seung-hyeon’s cum.
Without pause, Gwak Seung-hyeon parted his lips and took Seon-woo into his mouth, his lips closing firmly around him. At the same time, a single finger slipped into the still-wet hole. Rather than trying to stimulate him again, it felt more like he was scooping out the semen left inside. When Seon-woo instinctively clenched and then released his inner walls, Seung-hyeon murmured around the head still in his mouth.
“I held back, so… don’t squeeze. Just relax.”
Seriously? After shooting that much? Instead of replying, Seon-woo simply tugged his head in closer. Any deeper, and he would’ve been hitting the back of his throat. But Seung-hyeon didn’t complain or try to pull away—instead, he obediently kept sucking. Even after coming so many times that it felt like he had nothing left, Seon-woo’s cock twitched again.
His sensitivity had been heightened, so orgasm crept up fast. He tensed his thighs to hold back and grabbed Seung-hyeon’s face, pulling him off just in time. Judging by the way Seung-hyeon muttered under his breath, he’d been ready to take it in his mouth without hesitation.
“It’s fine—”
“Don’t pull away.”
Cutting him off mid-sentence, Seon-woo gave his cock a light tug. Just at the edge of climax, it immediately spurted out thick, cloudy semen. Since Seung-hyeon didn’t move away like he was told, the entire load splashed across his face. Seung-hyeon blinked in surprise, then wiped at his cum-slicked eyelashes and let out a soft laugh.
“Guess I shouldn’t’ve said it was fine. This is an even nastier kink.”
Seon-woo grinned slyly and reached out to wipe his face for him. He didn’t seem particularly concerned with getting it clean. Seung-hyeon gave his face a half-hearted wipe with some tissues before slowly creeping over to Seon-woo’s side.
He wrapped his arms around him from behind, and Seon-woo didn’t resist—just let himself sink into the embrace. Seung-hyeon began kneading his shoulders. It wasn’t a sexual touch, but it was more satisfying than anything else that had come after. Relaxing completely in Seung-hyeon’s hold, Seon-woo closed his eyes and suddenly murmured,
“…I’m hungry.”
Seung-hyeon raised an eyebrow, then nodded like it made perfect sense.
“Right, you barely ate earlier.”
Still holding Seon-woo from behind, he brushed a hand over his stomach and asked,
“Should I whip something up? Just something quick?”
“The fridge is probably empty.”
Seon-woo stretched with a soft yawn as he sat up. He turned to glance at Seung-hyeon, who now sat quietly on the bed.
“Let’s go out to eat.”
Seung-hyeon immediately stood and began rattling off suggestions as he trailed behind.
“What would you like? Steak? Blowfish? Something with truffle…?”
“Or do you want something with broth? Like Dakhanmari?”
“Let’s go get Dakhanmari.”
Even though Seon-woo hadn’t answered directly, it must’ve shown on his face—he could sense Seung-hyeon’s mood lift. It was too embarrassing to admit how happy that made him, so Seon-woo said nothing more.
He watched as Seung-hyeon borrowed some of his clothes and got ready to head out. And in that quiet moment, a stray thought suddenly passed through Seon-woo’s mind.
“I forgot—I meant to ask you something again.”
“Yeah?”
“I asked how you found me that day.”
“Ah…”
“Just the two of us now. Nothing to be embarrassed about, right?”
He’d never actually gotten an answer to how Seung-hyeon had tracked him down while he was being held captive. Seung-hyeon gave a faint smile and stepped in close, closing the distance between them. As he smoothed out Seon-woo’s clothes, he spoke.
“That day… when you left, I tied your necktie for you.”
“You…”
“And helped you button your shirt.”
He mimed slipping something in between the layers of clothing.
“So, at that moment… I slipped a tracker in.”
“You little…”
What a sly, cunning bastard. Seon-woo let out a disbelieving chuckle. Seung-hyeon just smiled softly in return, like he already knew Seon-woo wouldn’t actually be mad, then leaned in to brush a light kiss against his cheek.
“Come on. Let’s get food.”
If Seung-hyeon had thought Gwak Seon-woo wouldn’t get mad, he was right again. Seon-woo glared at him for a moment, then grabbed him and pulled him in for a quick kiss.
And together, they walked out the door.
Fin.
