Right on cue, his stomach let out a growl. It wasn’t even that loud, but Ha-seok’s gaze landed precisely on Hwi-gyeom’s stomach.
“Hungry?”
“……Yes.”
“Not just anyone gets to eat ramen I cook, you know.”
The ramen’s owner was Hwi-gyeom. The pot Ha-seok had used to cook it was also Hwi-gyeom’s. Hwi-gyeom found it absurd, but he rubbed his stomach with both hands and put on a pitiful expression.
Someone had once said it. That ramen cooked by someone else is the best thing in the world.
“Our Hwi-gyeom isn’t just anyone, though. Here, eat.”
Ha-seok handed over the pot lid he’d been using and a pair of chopsticks. Hwi-gyeom nodded his head and took them. He fished out some noodles, set them on the lid, and blew on them.
The moment he took a bite, his eyes went wide. What is this. Why does it taste so good. It was different from the ramen he normally made for himself. They were clearly the same brand, and yet the noodles were so much chewier, and the broth had soaked into them in the most incredible way.
Ha-seok, who had been resting his elbows on the table with his chin propped in his hand, smiled. His outfit was unusually tame today. Though the fitted black knit still left his thick shoulders, forearms, and chest muscles shamelessly on display.
“Good, right?”
He wanted to answer, but his mouth was completely full of noodles. Hwi-gyeom obediently nodded, and Ha-seok reached out a long arm to ruffle Hwi-gyeom’s hair with his big hand.
“By the way, it seems our Baby has been staying at an expensive hotel. Baby smells like the amenities from a Felr Hotel suite.”
Hwi-gyeom’s eyes, mid-chew, went wide. Goosebumps rose along his arms. Just as Ha-seok said, the place where Hwi-gyeom had been sleeping last night and this morning was the Felr Hotel.
“I’ve got a nose like a dog. I never forget a scent once I’ve caught it.”
Ha-seok swept back the hair that had fallen over his forehead and cleared up Hwi-gyeom’s confusion. Hwi-gyeom barely resisted the urge to sniff his own sleeve. But there was something more important than that.
Gulp. He swallowed the ramen in his mouth and glanced sideways at Ha-seok. There was a lot of ramen. Hwi-gyeom ate quite a bit himself, but five packs was too much.
“Aren’t you going to eat……?”
Hwi-gyeom handed back what he was holding to Ha-seok. The ramen was technically his, but either way, he’d taken what Ha-seok had been eating.
“I will. Want to feed me, Baby?”
The grin on that cradling-his-own-face expression was utterly shameless. Hwi-gyeom ducked his head, face going red. Having grown used to the scar on Ha-seok’s cheek by now, all he could see anymore was how handsome he was.
“Joking. Hurry up and eat. Before the noodles get soggy.”
When you joke, it doesn’t sound like a joke, Director.
Grumbling inwardly, Hwi-gyeom ate his ramen diligently. Ha-seok got up and came back with chopsticks and a soup bowl.
Hwi-gyeom found himself thinking that this situation — sitting across from Ha-seok eating ramen — was strange, yet somehow quite nice. Eating together definitely made it taste better than eating alone.
“Thank you for the meal.”
It didn’t take long for all that ramen to disappear. Hwi-gyeom was genuinely impressed. While he’d finished one pack, Ha-seok had polished off the rest. It made sense — maintaining a build like Ha-seok’s probably required eating a lot.
A comfortable fullness settled in his stomach. Hwi-gyeom started clearing the empty dishes. Since Ha-seok had cooked, he figured he’d do the washing up.
“Leave it and come here.”
But Ha-seok grabbed Hwi-gyeom’s wrist and pulled. Hwi-gyeom tried to plant his feet, but it was useless. He was dragged over in an instant and pulled into Ha-seok’s arms.
Ha-seok wrapped his thick forearms around Hwi-gyeom’s waist and moved toward the sofa. Hwi-gyeom was pulled along with his toes barely grazing the floor.
Thud. Ha-seok sat down on the sofa with Hwi-gyeom still in his arms. Hwi-gyeom shifted his hips. Instead of the soft cushion of the sofa, he felt Ha-seok’s firm thighs beneath him — uncomfortable.
“Are you trying to seduce hyung right now?”
The low, rough voice — like something had scratched his vocal cords — made Hwi-gyeom freeze completely. He shifted his eyes uneasily. Those cool, white-rimmed eyes were fixed on him. Like a predator in the underbrush watching its prey.
Ha-seok pinched Hwi-gyeom’s soft cheeks with his fingers and gave them a gentle shake, like he was handling a small child. When Hwi-gyeom’s brow furrowed, Ha-seok let out a quiet laugh, then pulled him in like a stuffed bear and flopped down sideways on the sofa.
The modest three-seater sofa creaked. It was too small for two people to lie side by side. Hwi-gyeom ended up draped face-down on top of Ha-seok and steadied his breathing.
Resting his cheek against that broad, solid chest, he could hear Ha-seok’s heartbeat thumping against his ear. His whole body felt languid and heavy. His stomach was comfortably full, and drowsiness was starting to creep in.
He was just thinking it would be perfect to fall asleep just like this. Then Ha-seok’s hand slipped down inside Hwi-gyeom’s pants. The drowsiness scattered in surprise at the hands kneading his plump ass like dough.
A long middle finger made contact with his hole, which was still dry. Ha-seok gently stroked the slightly swollen entrance, then pressed his lips to the reddening shell of Hwi-gyeom’s ear.
“That bastard must have a big dick, too. Your hole is incredibly swollen.”
Not knowing what to say, Hwi-gyeom pressed his lips firmly shut. The three cocks belonging to men of very different builds and personalities all flickered through his mind.
Ha-seok’s cock was notable among the three for its particularly large head. The unusual fullness he felt beneath Ha-seok’s thigh made saliva pool under his tongue. He’d just eaten a full meal, and yet he felt hungry again. Sex with Ha-seok had a different flavor from sex with Seo-jin.
Hwi-gyeom subtly rubbed his forehead against Ha-seok’s nape. Ha-seok’s scent warmed something deep in his stomach. The more he breathed in that sensual, smoky cologne, the more the inside of his hole began to itch with want.
“Baby, should we have sex, too?”
Since when did you ask first. Ha-seok was being oddly coy today, and it felt strange — Hwi-gyeom gave only a small nod.
“Then take your pants off and bring that hole to hyung’s face. I’ll suck you off.”
Hwi-gyeom curled his fingers around Ha-seok’s knit and gripped it. Ha-seok was asking him to do something he couldn’t possibly manage with a clear head, and all Hwi-gyeom could do was fidget his fingers.
“What’s there to be embarrassed about. How many times have I sucked this spot. Last time I even did it in the bathroom.”
Come to think of it, that was true. With only a door between them, he’d heard the voice of someone he didn’t even know making a phone call. And they’d done such lewd things in a public place that the person had stormed out of the bathroom cursing.
Hwi-gyeom hesitantly pushed himself upright and undid the buckle of his pants. Ha-seok lay watching with one arm propped behind his head, doing nothing more than observing.
Hwi-gyeom raised his hips off the sofa and pulled his pants and underwear down in one go. A flush of red spread all the way up to his face and the back of his neck.
His cock, not yet hard, slipped into view — soft and unaroused, unlike Ha-seok who was already fully erect. Ha-seok saw that and twisted the corner of his mouth into a thin, amused smile.
“Baby.”
The low, rough voice made Hwi-gyeom swallow dryly. He’d grown warm being held against Ha-seok, but not enough yet for his cock to stand. He stayed still, watching Ha-seok’s expression cautiously, until Ha-seok crooked a finger at him.
Hwi-gyeom shuffled forward on his knees and sat back down on Ha-seok’s stomach, leaning his upper body down. Ha-seok’s large hand cupped his cheek and jaw. One hand nearly swallowed his entire small face.
Ha-seok’s hands were rougher than Seo-jin’s or Yi-hyun’s. His fingers were coarse, like someone who did manual labor. Those thick-knuckled fingers pushed between Hwi-gyeom’s lips.
“Nngh.”
Hwi-gyeom squinted one eye at the sensation of his tongue being pressed down. He wanted to swallow his saliva but stayed still, afraid he’d bite down on Ha-seok’s fingers. The tip of a short-trimmed fingernail grazed the tip of his tongue.
Ha-seok had said he’d suck his ass, and yet here he was doing this — Hwi-gyeom could only flutter his lashes in confusion. The saliva he kept being unable to swallow began to wet his lips.
“Come here, now.”
Ha-seok, having thoroughly coated his fingertips in Hwi-gyeom’s saliva, withdrew his fingers and gestured with his eyes. Hwi-gyeom shuffled forward on his knees until he was positioned close to Ha-seok’s face and sat. Now he could feel Ha-seok’s firm collarbones beneath his ass.
“Ah.”
Ha-seok opened his mouth wide, signaling for Hwi-gyeom to put his cock inside. Hwi-gyeom bit his lip softly and took his cock in one hand. Looking down at Ha-seok in this position was strangely arousing.
He stroked himself up and down a few times and the shaft stiffened quickly. The head brushed Ha-seok’s lips. As if he’d been waiting for it, Ha-seok extended his tongue and gave the flushed head a long, broad lick.
“Hnngh……”
Hwi-gyeom’s upper body swayed at the dizzying sensation. He grabbed the back of the sofa with one hand. While his attention was pulled to the front, Ha-seok gripped his ass with both hands.
