“It’s too lewd.”
When he stroked down along the waistline revealed between the disheveled shirt, Habin twisted his body. Dojin, who had knelt on the bed and bent over, lowered his waist and buried his lips in the white skin.
“Hng—”
When Habin gasped at the hot breath felt on his sensitive spot, Dojin moved his hand taking it as a signal. Habin’s waist lifted at the pleasure that suddenly rushed in.
Thanks to that, movement became smoother, so Dojin wrapped one arm around his waist and pressed their groins close together. Habin, whose legs naturally lifted and bent his knees to place his feet on the bed, reached his hand down.
Their members enclosed in a large hand rubbed against each other, providing stimulation. Habin, who swept the liquid flowing from their members with his hand, grasped the base that Dojin’s touch hadn’t reached with both hands. He gripped and released with appropriate force, then stroked along the erect veins.
“Huu.”
When he quickly stroked up and down, Dojin couldn’t resist the momentary pleasure and exhaled a hot breath. Soon after, he licked Habin’s nape and lightly bit it.
At the cool sensation, Habin hunched his shoulders and reflexively tensed his lower abdomen. Unlike usual, feeling empty inside, Habin tried to cross his legs but stopped at the attempt due to Dojin positioned between them.
As ejaculation gradually approached, strength left Habin’s hands. Though his throat was locked so moans didn’t leak out, hot breaths burst from lips that constantly moved.
Instead of gripping the member meaninglessly, he raised his arms and grabbed Dojin’s cheeks. When Dojin, caught by hands glistening with pre-cum, raised his head, Habin kissed his lips.
When Dojin stroked the soft palate with his pointed tongue tip, Habin hunched his shoulders at the thrilling stimulation felt inside his mouth. Starting from that point, when the hand stroking the member up and down quickened, a moan finally burst out.
“Ngh—”
Habin, who grabbed Dojin’s shoulder with his slipped hand, threw his head back. As their lips naturally separated, Dojin bit his earlobe.
Haa, when the explicit breathing poured down, Habin’s body twitched and he released the ejaculation he’d been holding back. Semen that flowed out in spurts ran down their pressed-together members.
Habin, who let his body go limp in the sense of exhaustion that came after ejaculation, slowly blinked his flickering eyes. After relaxing and spacing out, he grabbed Dojin’s wrist at the touch that started moving again.
“Sto—”
“Shh… just a little more.”
Dojin, who hadn’t ejaculated yet, firmly held Habin who rustled his body trying to escape.
“Ah, hk—, Dojin, Dojin—”
At Dojin’s touch that ignited the pleasure not yet subsided, Habin called Dojin pleadingly. Dojin, who wiped away with his lips the tears that formed in his reddened eyes, silently moved his hand.
Thanks to that, semen continuously leaked in spurts from Habin’s member. Dojin, who had been gripping and rubbing the twitching member, also couldn’t last long and released the ejaculation he’d been holding back.
Gulp, while semen poured out, he slowly moved his hand and kissed the eyes that had tear tracks.
“Was it so good you cried?”
“I don’t know—, don’t ask.”
Habin, who wrapped his arms around Dojin’s neck, buried his face in his shoulder and rubbed his cheek. Accepting the small act of aegyo and embracing Habin, Dojin exhaled a breath full of regret.
Today was when they should sleep now.
* * *
Beep beep beep.
Habin, who finally woke up at the noisy alarm, stretched his arm toward the direction of the sound with his eyes closed. After a couple attempts, he grasped the phone in his hand and barely opened his eyes to press the stop button.
“Ngh—”
Habin, who stretched his body fully to loosen his stiff muscles, first sat up his upper body. Looking to the side, Dojin was still sleeping. The person who set the alarm, no less.
I thought he might sleep in since he drank last night and also exercised—not-exercised, but he fails in the end. Since it was similar every time, it was familiar, but somehow the soundly sleeping Dojin was annoying, so he poked his cheek.
Dojin, who was extremely dull in the morning, dismissed Habin’s gesture by rolling over once. Since he showed no signs of waking yet, he stopped bothering him and checked the time.
Since it was the first alarm that had gone off, there was still time to spare in Dojin’s schedule. Thinking it would be just right if he came back after making honey water, he went to the kitchen. He put water in the coffee pot and sat blankly at the dining table.
“Why am I so tired?”
Well, it’s because I woke up early.
Since the person who would chat with him was sleeping, he asked and answered himself while pouring the boiled water into a cup and adding honey. Habin, who stirred with a teaspoon until it reached a good drinking temperature, confirmed that the big hand of the clock was pointing at 10. Now it was really time to wake Dojin, so he picked up the glass and returned to the bedroom.
“Dojin—”
He set down the glass on the nightstand and placed his knees on the bed. Habin leaned over like that and tapped Kwon Dojin’s shoulder.
“Kwon Dojin.”
“Mmh…”
“Secretary Han will be here soon.”
“Mm.”
“Not ‘mm.’ I’m saying it’s time to get up.”
“Ten minutes, just ten minutes.”
“Amazingly, Secretary Han will arrive in exactly ten minutes.”
Ngh, not caring about Dojin’s behavior of making groaning sounds, he diligently woke him. The fact that he was responding meant he was half awake, so if he acted a bit more annoying, he’d get up.
“Get up, it’s time to work.”
“…Haa.”
Habin burst into laughter at the sigh that seemed to well up from deep inside. It seemed he really didn’t want to get up. But what could be done—if Habin didn’t wake Dojin now, it was obvious only the innocent Secretary Han would suffer. Since Dojin still didn’t seem accustomed to it, he’d hesitate in these parts.
“Are you up?”
Habin, who noticed Dojin had narrowly opened his eyes, quickly gestured for him to sit up. Even seeing that gesture, Dojin pretended not to know and buried his face in the pillow.
“Hey—”
Afraid he’d fall back asleep like this, Habin urgently tapped Dojin’s back. Honestly, he was still awkward with Secretary Han, so he didn’t want to face a situation where they’d be alone together.
“I’m up.”
“If you’re up, drink the honey water. I made it.”
Unable to ignore Habin’s desperation, Dojin finally completely escaped from the clutches of sleep. He emptied in one go the honey water that had cooled completely during the brief struggle.
“Habin, hangover?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? I’m fine since I didn’t drink much yesterday.”
“I’m better than expected too.”
Habin glanced at Dojin, who got off the bed and was stretching, before heading to the dressing room.
“Should we eat lunch out today?”
“Suddenly? Why?”
“Just. Because I want to.”
Dojin embraced Habin from behind and walked matching his steps. Habin ended up having to walk with someone heavier than himself attached, but adapted quickly as if accustomed.
“Where will we eat?”
“The place where you said the cake was delicious last time, remember?”
“Mm… I don’t know. I’ll remember when we go.”
Since Dojin took him here and there so often, his memories got mixed up so he couldn’t easily deduce. Anyway, the places he suggested going were guaranteed to be delicious, so it didn’t matter where they went.
“Then we’re eating out, right?”
Habin stood in front of the hangers with neatly hung clothes and nodded while pondering what to wear. Dojin, still standing behind him, reached out and took out a shirt.
“Yours has a loose fit though.”
He hesitated since this time too, it was obvious he’d be taken to a place that required some degree of formality. Actually, since it was loose, it was comfortable when worn, so he couldn’t really say he disliked it.
“What does it matter?”
“Okay, then.”
Since the person more accustomed to such occasions than himself said it was fine, it must be fine. Thinking simply, Habin dragged Dojin to also pick out bottoms this time before pushing him into the bathroom.
Habin, who tidied the disheveled bedding after waking up and left the bedroom to use the bathroom outside, encountered Secretary Han just entering the house.
“Hello.”
“Yes. Good morning.”
Habin, who reflexively bowed deeply, smiled awkwardly at Secretary Han’s action of bowing back in greeting. Receiving a polite greeting from someone older than himself—no matter how many times he experienced it, he couldn’t get used to it.
“Dojin is probably washing up right now, so he’ll be out soon.”
Having also conveyed the most important news about Dojin, Habin bowed his head slightly once more and scurried away to the bathroom. It was a choice made because he didn’t have the confidence to continue the conversation.
At Habin’s behavior of disappearing without even a moment to add words, Secretary Han swallowed a laugh. It was already approaching three months since they’d been meeting face to face, but he still seemed shy.
After a brief wait, Dojin came out of the bedroom with a towel around his neck. Dojin, who was lightly shaking his damp bangs with the towel, discovered Secretary Han.
“Good morning.”
“Yes, good morning. It seems you woke up late.”
“That’s right. Did you wait long?”
“Not at all. Then I’ll start the report.”
Dojin sat on the sofa and received the materials Secretary Han handed him. He didn’t want to do this from the morning, but there was no choice. No matter what, he couldn’t control the time the stock market opened.
Habin, who came out after washing up, confirmed the two having a conversation he couldn’t understand in the living room and quietly headed to the kitchen. He was getting hungry, so he intended to eat something.
The life of a chaebol seems more tiring than expected. Was it called successor training? Anyway, letting the conversation of the two talking about stocks from the morning go in one ear and out the other, he focused on eating morning bread. There should be hangover food in the refrigerator, but he was too lazy to take it out.
“Let’s sell this stock.”
“Yes, I’ll do that. Then how will you proceed with the investment?”
Dojin, who had been rubbing his eyelids with a tired face, raised his head at Secretary Han’s words and looked at Habin. At the sight of him mechanically chewing bread while looking at the ceiling pattern, he smiled faintly and called Habin.
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