Even in the midst of having sex, Gi Siyoung kissed Seungun’s body all over, nibbling here and there. Rough, unrefined breath stuck thickly to the soft flesh. The inner thigh flesh clung together stickily as frictional heat rose. Flesh filled the joined area to the brim, thrusting desperately without rest.
Not noticing the bright red handprints on his pelvis, his buttocks moved on their own. Then the force constricting Seungun’s body gradually loosened. Seungun, with a feeling of self-destruction, submerged Gi Siyoung’s cock in his lower hole. As he moved alone, leaving half the cock shaft behind, a hot, large palm firmly gripped Seungun’s lower belly that became decorated with bumps and ridges.
“Heu-uk!”
Seungun trembled his thighs as he sank down and down. He draped limply over Gi Siyoung, suffering from the feeling of powerlessness, gasping for breath. Gi Siyoung, who had been preparing for his second ejaculation, this time pushed the tip of the condom off with his fingers and pulled out as if scraping the inner walls.
He removed the thin condom and pulled out tissues from the side table. He wiped his thing and roughly swept around the messy hole. The sight of him spreading his legs shamelessly and heaving his lungs wasn’t too bad.
“You can just come on my stomach though.”
“……”
Gi Siyoung, who had been neatly finishing up, raised his head. His brow was furrowed in three lines. Seungun immediately shut his mouth, thinking he might have misspoken.
Again, again. With a perfectly fine face and perfectly fine voice, he says absurd things. From earlier he was talking about returns and exchanges… now he’s saying it’s okay to come on his stomach. Im Seungun has no idea how strange that is.
“Are we filming porn right now?”
“…Yes?”
The face that asked back was slightly out of it. Gi Siyoung let out a languid sigh.
“Right now you’re not normal… When you come to your senses, you’ll realize how strange that statement is.”
“……”
Gi Siyoung pulled out more tissues and wiped between Seungun’s legs too. The area around the hole that had been overworked was red. It was the first time having sex and treating someone so inhumanly, and the first time the desire to ruin someone kept popping up.
“Is your flesh a bit weak?”
“What?”
“It’s a bit swollen.”
“……”
When Gi Siyoung raised his head, Seungun was looking at him with an unadapted expression.
“Haa… Still, I really thought it was just uselessly big, but seeing Seungun-ssi’s reaction, that doesn’t seem to be the case, so I’m relieved.”
“Stop it.”
Seungun buried his face in the pillow. Gi Siyoung burrowed in next to him and lay down long.
“You’re going to sleep like that?”
“……”
“Hmm. Your sleeping manners are absolutely terrible.”
At those words, Seungun turned his face buried in the pillow toward where Gi Siyoung was lying. The disheveled hair settled calmly on his half-exposed face. Between the strands of hair, Seungun’s eyes were half-closed.
“My thighs are still trembling.”
At the honest expression, Gi Siyoung laughed heartily. He was so exhausted and the strength had been completely drained from his limbs, yet Gi Siyoung’s energy was still bubbling vigorously. Seungun’s gaze was captured by that hearty laughter.
“That’s an extremely normal reaction.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because everyone who has sex with me is like that after it’s over.”
Gi Siyoung slipped his forearm under Seungun’s shoulder and turned his body toward himself in one motion. Then he rummaged through the blankets to find a new condom. Seungun turned pale.
***
“Why are you in such a good mood today? Oh right, you went to Patrick’s concert yesterday? Just the two of you with Seungun? What about me, you bastard, what about me?”
“Hyung, you don’t like Patrick.”
“Who said I don’t like him, I like Patrick too! Going out to play just among yourselves!”
“Do you know even one of Patrick’s songs? Name the title. Then I’ll look into tickets for next week’s performance.”
“Forget it? I won’t go because it’s dirty and petty. What, do you not even treat me like a person because I’m older than you guys?”
“If you say that in front of Director Kang, you’ll be in big trouble.”
“What did you say in front of me?”
Myeongwoo, who had been questioning Gi Siyoung about why he went to Patrick’s concert alone with Seungun, flinched his shoulders at Director Kang’s appearance.
“What do you mean. I was just saying let’s have a meeting together while looking at the season’s greetings.”
“Ah, was that it? Let’s go in.”
Myeongwoo smiled slyly and changed the subject. Gi Siyoung glanced inside the office with a side eye. A round head was diligently doing something on a laptop at his seat.
“Seungun-ssi, hurry up. We need to have the meeting together!”
When another colleague called Seungun’s name from inside the office, he raised his head with a start. It was the first time seeing him mingling with company people. Apart from work on set, Im Seungun probably had many days like this when he came to the office and did his share.
Gi Siyoung instinctively checked the office personnel. Seungun, who had kindly held Kim Gyujeong’s umbrella and stuck close to him, naturally came to mind. There was no guarantee he wouldn’t do the same here. He didn’t like the sight of them affectionately conversing, calling out to each other, and looking after one another.
“Oh, Siyeong-ssi. Hello.”
“Yes. Hello.”
The employees coming out of the office door greeted him when they saw him. Seungun, who came out last and latest, had no particular reaction upon seeing Siyeong. Seungun, who had gotten up early at the hotel, had hurriedly prepared, saying he’d be late for work. That was the last he’d seen of him.
He seems to be managing his expression in his own way. Siyeong pursed his lips and twisted them left and right as he followed behind him, who brushed right past.
In the conference room where long desks were connected in a straight line, chairs were placed so they could face each other. Director Kang gestured to the seat next to him and said, “Siyeong, sit here.” However, Siyeong had no intention of sitting in that seat.
“I’ll sit here.”
Saying that, he plopped down across from Seungun, closest to the entrance. As Director Kang started the meeting, telling them to do as they pleased, the employees moved busily. When the lights were turned off, the interior became pitch black. Gi Siyoung’s Bali photos appeared one after another on the large monitor.
“Wow, the photos came out well. It’s too good to use just for season’s greetings?”
“They’re really good.”
Even as everyone looked at his photos and evaluated them, Siyeong propped his chin with an uninterested face and stared straight ahead. The profile concentrating on the meeting didn’t give him a single glance no matter how persistently he stared.
Out of petty spite, he kicked Seungun’s chair leg with his foot. Then the light slippers he wore around the office flew off with a whoosh.
“Huh? What was that sound?”
Director Kang asked.
“Ah, I’m sorry. My slipper fell off my foot.”
Seungun stood up from his seat with a flushed face. Then he quickly retrieved the slipper that had flown to a strange spot. Siyeong giggled inwardly. He must be busy pretending otherwise, but seeing how he was startled and quickly kicked off his slipper just from a slight touch to the chair leg, he was definitely conscious of him too.
“Now, everyone focus on the meeting.”
“Yes.”
Im Seungun hurriedly put on his slipper and sat back down in his seat. After secretly glaring at Gi Siyoung, who was covering his mouth and giggling, he crossed his legs in an X and sent them back so he couldn’t bother him again.
“……”
Gi Siyoung now put his hands in his pockets and sat as if lying down in the chair. His long legs quickly invaded another person’s territory. From an even closer distance, he tapped Seungun’s shin tap tap. Im Seungun turned his gaze that had been fixed on the screen and glared at Siyeong.
“……”
But it wasn’t even worth half a penny.
Gi Siyoung didn’t care. Taking off his shoes, he tickled Seungun’s shin with his toes in socks. The movement of his toes could be felt through the thin pants. He tried hard to endure it, but he was gradually crossing the line.
Gi Siyoung now fearlessly grabbed the hem of his pants with his toes and rolled them up over his calf. Seungun, who had been pressing down on an innocent notepad with his ballpoint pen, jumped up from his seat.
“Why? Seungun, do you have an opinion?”
“Ah, well, the conference room is too hot. I’ll lower the temperature.”
“Right. It is hot.”
“I’ll show you the next cut.”
When he lowered the air conditioner temperature and returned to his seat, Gi Siyoung was across from him with his face buried in the desk, shoulders shaking as he forcibly held back laughter.
Gi Siyoung’s intention for coming to the office and attending the meeting even though he had no separate schedule today was obvious. The tingling pain as if his insides were all turned upside down was still coiling around his stomach, yet he was so smugly teasing him like that—it was infuriating beyond words.
Seungun opened his notepad and scribbled with his ballpoint pen. Then he turned it around as it was and showed it to Gi Siyoung.
