Seok Iseo mixed among countless people would forcibly straighten his back and put on a cold face. And it would crumble only in front of him.
What if he poured out everything he had for him without reserve? What if Seok Iseo, who was fucking arrogant to others, was endlessly light and easy only to him?
“Yeon Taeju!”
When Taeju twisted the lever to remove the shell casing, Iseo shouted. The employee in the distance kept looking their way.
Taeju put full force into both arms to bind him so he couldn’t escape. The jaw muscle below Iseo’s ear contracted tightly.
“Let go!”
Iseo roughly turned his body and pushed Taeju’s chest with all his might. His pale face trembled with anger. He was angry thinking he’d been ignored. Because he was someone with tremendous pride. When he erected such pride while spreading his legs, he cried out in pleasure. He had made him that way. His lower body grew heavy.
Seok Iseo strode away. He headed toward the terrace of the wide-open workshop. Taeju casually tossed the gun he was holding onto the grass.
Taeju also chased after Iseo. The distance closed rapidly. As he entered the workshop and closed the folding door, Taeju reached out his arm to block it.
“Open it.”
“I don’t want to see you.”
“I want to see you.”
When Taeju used force to open the door, Iseo quickly turned his back and walked toward the stairs. He grabbed his wrist. Iseo’s body trembled and he sharply turned his head to look at him.
“I said let go.”
He spoke through clenched teeth and between them. Conversely, his eyes welled up.
“That won’t do.”
Taeju’s other hand gripped Iseo’s opposite wrist. With both arms caught in Taeju’s hands each, Iseo gradually lowered his gaze that had been shooting daggers.
“Hyung, what comes after this?”
Taeju’s voice was black and murky like a burn mark.
“What? What, after…?”
Iseo’s voice trembled as if frightened by those words. Instinctively, he realized it too. What ‘after’ meant. It wasn’t referring to a few hours later.
“You know.”
Taeju slowly leaned his body toward Iseo. Iseo hesitantly backed away. When his back touched the wall, Iseo finally slowly raised his gaze to Taeju’s face as if resigned.
“I wish you would stay by my side.”
To the flustered face and anxious eyes, Taeju gave an ambiguous answer. When he raised his arms above his head, Iseo struggled. Each time he did, Taeju pressed down hard.
The time waiting for him to surrender wasn’t long. Gradually Iseo stopped struggling and relaxed his arms. Taeju also released the force from the arms he’d been twisting roughly. He even stroked the skin of the gripped wrists as if worried it had hurt.
“After pretending like that for so long, are you perhaps confused?”
Taeju lowered his neck and pushed his face close. The subtly whispering voice seemed like the original Yeon Taeju, yet also not.
The questioning tone as if quite puzzled was his, but the voice that settled like heavy fog was different. Iseo’s pupils opened wide. Behind Taeju’s back, the sun was slowly setting. The terribly long summer afternoon was coming to an end.
“I really think I can’t do without you, hyung.”
Taeju lowered his neck further and pressed their lips together. Moisture-filled skin touched. For a moment, Iseo stopped breathing and tensed his body tightly. As if his tension had transferred to Taeju, his heart beat rapidly.
“What do you mean?”
Without answering, Taeju rubbed their lips together. He savored the texture of the thin skin. Lips were different from thick leather skin. Easily torn like thin vinyl. When he stuck out his tongue and licked, it tasted sweet like Seok Iseo. A low sigh flowed from Taeju’s mouth.
“What do you mean, Yeon Taeju…!”
Iseo forcefully twisted his neck to avoid the lips. The diagonally bent face and the prominently protruding curve of his neck bone came into view. Taeju buried his nose bridge in his neckline. His lower body pulled heavily. The cock that had started getting hard earlier felt like it would burst.
Taeju couldn’t clearly define where the excitement he was feeling came from. Whether he was excited by Seok Iseo’s body or excited about the future with him.
Regardless of the unclear reason, because of his aroused lower body, Taeju pressed his body more against Seok Iseo. When their lower bodies locked together tightly, his swollen member was crushed.
“Exactly what I said.”
Taeju’s breathing was rough. The not-long words burst out in short fragments several times.
“Can’t you believe it?”
The skin of his thin neck trembled. Every time his cock was crushed against Iseo’s lower belly, the back of his neck tingled. While he wanted to strip off his pants right away, he also wanted to coax his precariously trembling face.
“Or, is there something you want to hear?”
Having the core stabbed, Iseo bit his lips. His gaze dropped to the lips dented by sharp canines. His voice flowed thickly. The sharp edge of tension dulled and at its end, only thick sensuality spread.
“If you ask me to, I’ll do it.”
Every time he vulgarly pressed against his lower body, Iseo’s brow furrowed. While making a face unable to bear the filthy act being done to him, he also swelled below. Seok Iseo’s member touched the inside of his thigh.
He panted weakly. The held hand squirmed. If he released his hands now, they would wrap around his neck.
“Don’t you have something you want to hear?”
The corner of Taeju’s mouth twisted. His excitement-filled eyes were hot. He bent his knee slightly and pressed against Iseo’s crotch. Huk, the sound of inhaling breath was urgent.
“Me?”
When he rubbed his thigh left and right, Iseo’s waist trembled. He made a sound like groaning. It was a moan so small you had to put your ear close to his lips to hear it.
“Right now, there’s only one thing I want to hear from you, hyung.”
The hands gripping his wrists came down to his waist. The hands that dug into the fabric groped the curves of his back and spine. The feeling of smooth skin felt beneath his hands made his blood run dry.
“What is it.”
A slightly hoarse voice whispered quietly. The hand gliding over his waist naturally rose upward. It groped his shoulder blades and spread wide to twist the flesh. Iseo’s arm draped over Taeju’s shoulder.
“Put it in me.”
Taeju’s tongue swept over his earlobe. The delicate bone was crushed under his tongue. Exhaling thick breath like a sigh, he sucked on his earlobe wetly. From the ticklishness, Iseo’s shoulders twisted and his eyes distorted.
“Pound me, shove it in me, make me come.”
The sound of lips touching and separating was sticky. Like overly ripe flesh softening and dripping sticky sweet juice, his voice was just as thick.
Iseo laughed briefly. Curious about his laughter, Taeju spat out the ear he’d been sucking and raised his face.
“Really just one thing.”
Those words sounded hollow like an empty basket. Before Taeju could retort, Iseo strongly pulled down his nape.
“Pound me, Yeon Taeju.”
The voice locked at the end was sensual in its own way. Taeju unknowingly swallowed dry saliva.
“Shove it in however you want.”
Somehow it seemed like the thin thread he’d been holding onto all this time had snapped. Otherwise, Seok Iseo….
“Make it so I can’t do without you.”
There was no way he could say such things. Blood surged to his head and boiled sizzling. All kinds of lewd and wicked thoughts tangled messily. Taeju twisted and gripped Iseo’s wrist and strode up the workshop stairs.
His impatient breathing burst out. His footsteps were so urgent that his strides widened as if he were running. The moment Seok Iseo’s hoarse voice whispered, his body heated up until his fingertips tingled. Sweat beaded on the nape of his neck in the cool interior, and the inside of his underwear became sticky.
“Fuck, really….”
Normally, he should have made Seok Iseo melt like taffy. Not be the one going wild from excessive arousal.
The moment he pushed Seok Iseo into his room, he devoured his lips. A thirst-like desire surged up. His tongue greedily sucked not only his lips but also the surrounding area, his chin, and his philtrum. His breathing burst out rapidly like violent excitement.
“You said that to drive me crazy.”
Strength tightened in the grip clutching the back of his neck. When he grabbed and pulled the fine strands of hair, Seok Iseo’s sweet scent vibrated. A destructive urge to put him in his mouth and chew rose up.
“Haa, heu….”
His hair stood on end at the moan mixed with thin whimpers. Taeju roughly pulled at the buttons of the shirt he was wearing. When the front opened, his vision spun. His chest was red and blue with marks from being bitten and sucked all over.
“Who made you like this. Chewed up and spit out.”
Taeju whispered vulgarly. He rubbed his tongue against the hollowed cleavage. He felt the salty taste and sweet scent.
“Haa, you. It was you.”
That was what he wanted to hear. Taeju’s mouth split wide like torn cloth. He fully opened the hem of the shirt. A few buttons fell off and rolled around.
“Hyung, you didn’t mind me making you like this, did you?”
