“Drink slowly. You might get indigestion.”
At the fussing, Do-gyeom shot him a look and parted his lips. Gi-hyeon’s eyes curved softly as he watched Do-gyeom obediently accept the milk and drink it. When Gi-hyeon even wiped away the milk left on his lips, Do-gyeom let out a full sigh.
“This is overprotective.”
“What’s wrong with being a little overprotective?”
Even at that sweet voice, Do-gyeom’s expression refused to ease. If anything, it grew more and more serious, and a flicker of puzzlement crossed Gi-hyeon’s eyes.
“What are you thinking about — about me?”
“Jakka-nim.”
“Mm?”
“You said that before. That you’d held someone in the past.”
The unexpected words drained the color from Gi-hyeon’s face. He laughed awkwardly and moved to get up.
“Hmm…… let me go put the milk away.”
“I’ll put the milk away. But before that — will you answer something I’m curious about?”
“Why are you being so scary about it.”
Even Gi-hyeon’s exaggerated hunch of his shoulders did nothing to faze Do-gyeom. Do-gyeom looked like he had a lot to say but couldn’t bring himself to say it. After gnawing at his lip for a long while, turning the words over in his mind, he opened his mouth.
“I know it’s rude to ask this kind of thing……”
“…….”
“How many relationships have you been in?”
When Gi-hyeon just blinked at him in silence, Do-gyeom added with an uncomfortable look,
“You seem like you would have been really popular. And you’re so skilled with skinship……”
“…….”
“……No, I asked something unnecessary. Just forget it.”
“Could it be…… you’re jealous?”
As if to prove that a strong denial is a strong confirmation, Do-gyeom’s face hardened alarmingly. So that’s what he’d been brooding over so seriously…… Gi-hyeon covered his mouth as the corners of his lips kept trying to curl up, biting the inside of his cheek. In that moment, he felt he might go mad from how much he adored Do-gyeom. Gi-hyeon barely managed to keep a straight face as he pulled Do-gyeom over to sit. He gently stroked Do-gyeom’s cheek with the back of his hand.
“I wonder why your mood suddenly dropped.”
Gi-hyeon brushed aside the hair that had fallen over Do-gyeom’s face and met his eyes. Waiting patiently, those full lips finally parted.
“I liked that Jakka-nim was gentle — but now I don’t.”
“Why?”
“……Because I’m not the only one who knows this side of you.”
Gi-hyeon’s face lit up beyond all control. Do-gyeom kept his gaze fixed on the floor and fidgeted with his feet. Who would have thought the day would come when jealousy could feel this welcome. Gi-hyeon smiled and carefully patted Do-gyeom’s shoulder. When Do-gyeom looked over, he spread his arms open.
“Come hold me.”
Do-gyeom, glancing back and forth between Gi-hyeon and his open arms, leaned in with an awkward, half-committed embrace. Gi-hyeon laughed softly and supported Do-gyeom’s back.
“Hold on tight — don’t let go.”
Do-gyeom hastily wrapped his arms around his neck, and Gi-hyeon, with Do-gyeom’s legs hooked around his waist, carried him toward the sofa bed. He laid Do-gyeom down and climbed on top of him. Do-gyeom, who would have jumped away in a panic once before, simply blinked at him like a rabbit. At that utterly unguarded look, Gi-hyeon laughed helplessly and smoothed his own brow.
“Looks like I’ve been raising you too gently lately.”
“Pardon?”
Gi-hyeon slowly lowered himself over Do-gyeom. He murmured something like a sigh.
“One action is worth a hundred words, I suppose.”
Only then catching the sexual undertone in Gi-hyeon’s words, Do-gyeom flushed red. The trembling breath tickling his nose drew out a desire he had suppressed for a long time. Gi-hyeon gripped the sheets and captured Do-gyeom’s lips. He soothed Do-gyeom’s jaw with a tender touch, coaxing his lips apart. A soft moan leaked out from between those pressed lips. Gi-hyeon pressed deeper into him and slid his hand beneath Do-gyeom’s shirt. As he trailed along his slender waist, excitement pooled in those clear, bright eyes. Gi-hyeon pressed his lips to the corner of Do-gyeom’s eye, as wet as his mouth, and whispered.
“You’re the only one who’s ever made me this gentle.”
Having said his piece, Gi-hyeon pressed into Do-gyeom again. Between them, all that could be heard was the slick, wet sound of saliva passing back and forth. Do-gyeom barely held onto his fading reason and cracked his eyes open. His hazy gaze landed on long, fanned lashes and reddened skin beneath Gi-hyeon’s eyes. At the sensation of something like a tickle rising from his very toes, Do-gyeom squeezed his eyes shut again. The hand gripping Gi-hyeon’s shirt hesitated. The hand that had slowly crept up to his neck wavered just near Gi-hyeon’s nape. Gi-hyeon guided Do-gyeom’s arm to wrap around his neck and whispered.
“This much still isn’t enough.”
“……Pardon?”
Do-gyeom, drifting in pleasure, replied a beat too late. As Gi-hyeon dragged his tongue slowly from the sternocleidomastoid up to the jaw below the ear, the arm wrapped around Gi-hyeon’s neck trembled. Gi-hyeon pressed his teeth into the saliva-slicked neck.
“Ah-ugh——!”
Do-gyeom’s upper body lurched up as if he’d been struck. Gi-hyeon gently stroked his waist to help him relax. His thoroughly wet tongue circled the mark left behind. Gi-hyeon lifted only his gaze to look up at Do-gyeom. When Do-gyeom looked away, Gi-hyeon pressed down firmly on his hip bone.
“Look at me.”
Fingers with distinct knuckles traced over the full curve of his hip bone. When the hand that had been roaming his waist and hip slipped inside his briefs, Do-gyeom shot upright. He fumbled as he spoke.
“Wh—— what are you doing?”
“I’m going to show you how gentle I can get.”
Gi-hyeon smiled lazily and undid Do-gyeom’s belt. Even as a flustered Do-gyeom pulled his waist back, Gi-hyeon didn’t retreat. He stared intently at the briefs now laid bare. At that brazen gaze, the corners of Do-gyeom’s eyes burned with shame.
“Mmgh…… don’t look……”
Behind the soaked briefs, the outline of Do-gyeom’s cock stood out in stark relief. The shamelessly erotic sight roused a fierce surge of desire. Having lost all reason, Gi-hyeon greedily licked at Do-gyeom’s briefs. Do-gyeom shuddered and pushed at Gi-hyeon’s shoulders.
“Stop——!”
Gi-hyeon pinned the waist of the escaping Do-gyeom and pulled his underwear off. The cock standing stiffly at attention was already soaked through. Gi-hyeon let out a languid moan.
“Haa…… you haven’t come yet, have you?”
“N, no…… Ah! Ha-ugh——!”
The moment Gi-hyeon took him deep from the very base all the way to the back of his throat, Do-gyeom’s back arched. Gi-hyeon sucked until his cheeks hollowed, all the while watching Do-gyeom intently. Every time his tongue caught on the head, the flat stomach went taut with pleasure. Before long, the hands that had been pushing Gi-hyeon away were now pulling his head closer. Gi-hyeon kneaded the taut balls and picked up the pace.
“Ha-ugh…… haa, ha……!”
Do-gyeom’s sob-like moans turned Gi-hyeon’s vision white. Gi-hyeon pulled off completely, then drove back down deep to his throat. Do-gyeom’s thighs convulsed finely and clenched around his head. Not long after, Do-gyeom’s toes curled. Do-gyeom, who had been gritting his teeth to hold back, came in Gi-hyeon’s mouth. He must have been holding it in for a long time — cum pooled heavily inside his mouth. Gi-hyeon swallowed Do-gyeom’s cum without a moment’s hesitation. He licked clean the cum left on his lips, then spoke breathlessly.
“Do you believe me now?”
Do-gyeom, still trembling with the lingering pleasure, suddenly pulled Gi-hyeon toward him. As he tilted his head and leaned in, a flustered Gi-hyeon turned his face away.
“Let me go rinse my mouth first. There’s still some left.”
“It’s fine.”
Without any hesitation, Do-gyeom sucked at the lips that had just held his cock. The thick cum mixed with saliva and passed between them. Undone by arousal, Gi-hyeon climbed back on top of Do-gyeom.
In the pale blue of early dawn, a sound jolted Gi-hyeon awake and he pulled the blanket over his head. He tried to ignore the knocking and bury himself back into the bedding, but the uninvited guest was relentless, refusing to give up as they kept hammering at the door. At the noise that just wouldn’t stop, he irritably flung the covers off.
“Who is it at this hour……”
Gi-hyeon muttered a brief curse under his breath, slipped on his slippers, and headed for the door. When he opened it, the Butler standing in the corridor bowed politely at the waist.
“I apologize for the early hour.”
Though a deep blue darkness still lay everywhere, the Butler was immaculately dressed in a suit. Gi-hyeon looked him over with a disgruntled expression, then stole a glance at the clock on the wall. Six in the morning — only three hours since he had fallen asleep.
“What is it?”
Having had his sleep disturbed, Gi-hyeon leaned against the doorframe, his displeasure unhidden. The Butler, gauging Gi-hyeon’s mood, quietly nudged the portable clothing rack to the side. At the top of the rack hung a suit and necktie; on the shelf sat a watch and tie pin; at the bottom, a pair of dress shoes. Gi-hyeon felt a sense of déjà vu wash over him and let out a heavy sigh. Under a gaze demanding an explanation, the Butler hesitated before speaking.
“The Young Master has asked that you attend a luncheon with the Director of Yale. He instructed that you be prepared thoroughly and early……”
Even the Butler seemed to know this was out of order — he looked distinctly uncomfortable. Gi-hyeon, already on edge from working through the late hours of the night, wanted to tear into him, but held back. Gi-hyeon shoved his fallen hair back with an irritated hand and asked,
“What time?”
“He asked that I bring you by nine, so I will have the car ready at eight-thirty.”
“That’s all right. I’ll make my own way there, so just send me the address by text.”
It struck him as rather early for a luncheon, but Gi-hyeon gave a vague nod of acknowledgment. Even after the matter was settled, the Butler lingered, stealing glances at the clothing rack. A familiar situation. A familiar look. Gi-hyeon’s drowsy eyes turned sharp in an instant. He didn’t bother hiding his displeasure as he slammed the door shut. Behind the firmly closed door, the sound of the Butler’s retreating footsteps faded away.
I had a feeling something was off.
“Ha.”
Gi-hyeon sat alone in the private room and let out a short, hollow laugh. The clock hand had long since passed the agreed-upon time. Whether to call it perfectly in character for Gwok Un — to rent out an entire restaurant that was notoriously difficult to book, only to stand someone up. Gi-hyeon loosened his necktie and turned his gaze out the window.
When the clock hand pointed to eleven, Gwok Un’s car glided smoothly down the garden path connected to the restaurant. The car came to a stop at the front entrance after its smooth approach, and Gwok Un appeared.
