Chapter 82
Yeonho kept his face turned to the side, blatantly avoiding Seungjo's eyes. It was obvious, but right now he didn't care.
Seungjo planted both hands on the mattress, pinning Yeonho beneath him as his gaze lingered on his face.
'Stop staring like that, or I'm going to lose it...'
Despite wanting to pull away, Yeonho's eyes eventually drifted back to meet Seungjo's. He had always been weak for a ridiculously handsome face, and up close, Seungjo looked so good.
Slowly, Seungjo reached out and brushed a stray strand of blond hair off Yeonho's forehead.
Yeonho flinched slightly at the contact, the heat of Seungjo's skin burning against his own.
The two of them simply stared at each other while the room grew smaller and warmer.
"Seungjo..." He whispered.
Seungjo's gaze dropped to his lips and stayed there. The same lips that had forced a kiss on him three separate times before.
Yeonho caught the shift in focus. He knew this was the moment to strike.
He looped his arms around Seungjo's neck and pulled him down.
Seungjo didn't pull back. He allowed himself to be dragged down.
Yeonho parted his lips effortlessly, granting full access as Seungjo deepened the connection, his tongue sweeping inside to explore every corner.
The warmth of the slow, sensual kiss sent a electric wave straight down Yeonho's spine.
Every wet slide of their lips amplified the friction, and when Seungjo gently sucked on his tongue, a soft, muffled moan escaped Yeonho's throat.
Breaking the kiss to let air back into their lungs, a thick, glistening string of saliva stretched continuously between their parted lips.
Seungjo hooked his hands under Yeonho's back, lifting him until he was sitting flush against his lap.
"You... actually kissed me back," Yeonho panted, staring in disbelief at the man who usually pushed him away without a second thought.
Seungjo didn't answer. He simply raised his thumb, dragging it across Yeonho's wet bottom lip to wipe the moisture away.
"You're acting strange," Yeonho muttered, trying to find his footing. "You should've shoved me off."
Yeonho kept talking, throwing out sharp remarks to hide how thrown off he was, but Seungjo remained dead silent. He just stared down at him, his grip on Yeonho's waist unyielding.
"If you keep staring at me without saying anything, I'm going to kiss you again or do something worse."
He expected the threat to snap Seungjo out of it, but Seungjo didn't flinch. Instead, he cupped Yeonho's jaw and leaned close again.
Yeonho's eyes widened in genuine shock at the sudden persistence.
Just as Seungjo's lips were about to touch his again, Yeonho slapped both hands over Seungjo's mouth.
Seungjo froze, his dark eyes locked onto Yeonho's.
"Are you seriously trying to kiss me again? I thought you hated my guts?"
Seungjo moved Yeonho's hands away from his lips, opening his mouth to speak, but Yeonho stopped him.
He wasn't ready to process whatever truth might come out of Seungjo's mouth.
"Don't," Yeonho said quickly. "I'll just take it that you're acting weird because of the drug. And besides..."
He's gaze dropped down toward Seungjo's lap. Seungjo followed his line of sight.
"You're hard," Yeonho noted softly. "Let me take care of it for you. Consider it repayment for getting me away from Dongjun. And don't bother saying no."
Despite the embarrassment flushing his skin, Yeonho moved quickly. Shifting off Seungjo's lap, he pushed the man back against the pillows.
"Do you want me to use my mouth, or do you want my thighs?"
Yeonho had been certain Seungjo would refuse and kick him out of the room, but Seungjo—his mind clearly cloudy—chose the latter with a single, dark look.
They changed positions immediately.
Yeonho dropped to his hands and knees on the mattress, stripped down to just his knit sweater and plain white underwear, while Seungjo moved up behind him, unbuckling his belt with a harsh click.
"Just rub against my thighs," Yeonho instructed, setting his knees apart.
Seungjo freed his length, guiding himself between Yeonho's legs as he pulled him back into position.
"I'll keep them closed," Yeonho muttered, pressing his thighs together tightly around Seungjo's thick shaft.
Seungjo began to move, pushing forward and dragging himself back against the soft skin of Yeonho's inner thighs, the grinding catching against the thin cotton of Yeonho's underwear.
"Ah... just like that," Yeonho exhaled, feeling his own body react instantly as the friction stroked his own member trapped inside his underwear.
Behind him, Seungjo rocked his hips in a steady rhythm, leaning over Yeonho's back to watch his face.
The heat building between them was intense. Every time Seungjo glided against him, a sharp hum of pleasure shot straight up Seungjo's spine to the tip of his length.
"Look at me, Yeonho," Seungjo commanded, his voice low and raspy.
"Seungjo... ah."
The moment Yeonho turned his head and their eyes locked, a soft whimper escaped his throat.
"Ah... feels good. You keep rubbing on mine. Seungjo, do it more... I wanna come."
A intense coil was tightening deep in Yeonho's lower belly. He pressed his thighs together harder, trapping Seungjo in a tighter grip.
Seungjo let out a low groan, his hair falling messy over his forehead.
Hearing that uncharacteristic sound, Yeonho lifted his head, demanding another kiss.
"Kiss me... I wanna kiss, Seungjo."
This was the fifth time their lips had met tonight, but Seungjo didn't pull back. He grabbed Yeonho's chin with one hand, tilting his head up to deepen the kiss while his lower body drove into a faster, more frantic pace.
The friction of the cloth against his skin made Yeonho whine right into Seungjo's mouth.
"Mmp... Seung... jo..."
The sheer sensory overload made the world narrow down to just the two of them. It was so intense, so raw, that it felt no different than full, deep penetration.
With the pace picking up, Seungjo's breathing turned heavy as his peak neared.
Just when he thought the sensation couldn't get any sharper, Yeonho gasped his name out loud, pleading with him naturally.
"Seungjo, I'm close... ah! Together... let's finish together... please, faster..."
Seungjo didn't say a word. He grabbed Yeonho, flipping him onto his back in one smooth motion and hooking both of Yeonho's legs over his left shoulder.
He locked his hand around Yeonho's thighs, holding them pinned close to his chest.
Now with a clear view, Seungjo watched every raw expression cross Yeonho's face as he slid between his thighs at full speed.
Yeonho fisted his hands in the bedsheets, his body trembling under the rising wave of pleasure.
"I'm... ah!"
Yeonho shuddered violently as his peak hit him, his thighs clamping down hard around Seungjo.
Seungjo threw his head back, biting his lip as his own climax tore through him a second later. He spilled heavily across Yeonho's white underwear and skin.
Silence fell over the room, broken only by heavy breathing.
Seungjo opened his eyes, looking down.
Yeonho lay completely spent beneath him, his golden-blond hair spread across the sheets. His mouth was parted, taking in ragged breaths, his eyes half-lidded and glazed over.
Seungjo's gaze shifted downward to the soaked, mess of Yeonho's underwear.
He looked so pure and holy with his golden-blond hair fanned out on the bedsheets, his knit sweater making him look vulnerable and soft, while the white plain underwear soaked with both of their cum made it look like he had just woken from an indecent wet dream.
The contrast was staggering. Yeonho looked innocent, almost pure, yet completely wrecked and ruined under Seungjo's weight.
The whole view was so lewd that Seungjo got turned on all over again.
It was hypnotic. Hana always projected an innocent, delicate aura, but seeing Yeonho like this—breathless, completely undone, and submitting to his touch—was infinitely more intoxicating.
The situation felt as if Yeonho had just gotten caught wetting the bed because of him.
"S... Seungjo..." Yeonho rasped, his voice trembling as he tried to speak.
The moment Seungjo heard his name, he leaned straight back down.
Yeonho didn't hesitate and pulled him into a kiss for the sixth time.
Seungjo held the back of Yeonho's head, locking their mouths completely.
He had never felt anything like this before. He had kissed Hana, but it had never stirred this kind of reckless, uncontainable hunger.
Trying to deny it was useless now, and blaming it on Hana's drug was just an easy lie. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he didn't want to stop.
Ever since then, Yeonho had been in his mind 24/7. Every time he tried to think of Hana, Yeonho popped into his mind instead.
He told himself it was just stress, or that he was pent up from work—but looking down at Yeonho now, he knew better.
He was supposed to hate this brat.
Yet every time he remembered Yeonho's terrified, tear-stained face from earlier, that anger completely dissolved, replaced by a dark, territorial urge to keep him safe.
"Seungjo... calm down... wait..."
Yeonho gasped out as Seungjo's mouth moved down his jawline, sucking and biting hard at the sensitive skin of his neck.
'Is the drug still messing with his head?'
Yeonho thought, his mind hazy.
'He looks fine... but he's acting insane.'
Seungjo, catching sight of the faint red marks Min-Hyuk had left on Yeonho's collarbone earlier, began violently painting over them with his own teeth and mouth. He bit down hard, replacing every single trace of another man's touch.
"W-wait! Ah! Ow... that actually hurts!"
Yeonho dug his fingers into Seungjo's hair, watching through half-closed eyes as the man worked over his skin.
Knowing there were more marks hidden beneath the knit fabric, Seungjo grabbed the hem of the sweater and shoved it up to Yeonho's chest.
There he saw red marks scattered on Yeonho's chest, nipples, and stomach.
He stopped for a abruptly and asked Yeonho a question.
"Who?"
Yeonho, his head still spinning from the climax, blinked up at him. "W-what...? Why did you stop?"
"Who made these?" Seungjo asked, dragging a thumb heavily over a mark near Yeonho's ribcage.
A slow, knowing smirk spread across Yeonho's lips. He instantly realized what was driving Seungjo crazy.
"Gyeongjae," Yeonho murmured, enjoying the dark look on Seungjo's face. "He left those after Min-Hyuk marked my neck. What? Are you going to cover Gyeongjae's work too?"
"I am."
"Seriously? What's gotten into you? You're acting like a completely different person. I like it, though."
Seungjo didn't bother offering an explanation. Instead, he leaned down and took one of Yeonho's hardened nipples directly into his mouth.
"Ah! There... mmph!"
Yeonho arched his back off the mattress.
Hearing the sharp moan escape Yeonho's lips, Seungjo sucked harder, nibbling roughly at the sensitive peak if th nipple until Yeonho was squirming beneath him.
"Ah! No... wait... that's too much—!"
Seungjo bit down sharply before rolling his tongue over the swollen, darkened tip. He repeated the treatment on the other side, leaving both peaks bruised and deep pink.
Noticing that Yeonho was getting hard again, Seungjo reached down with his large hand, gripping his member through the damp fabric of his underwear.
The friction of his palm kneading through the soaked cloth made Yeonho gasp, his hips twitching upward helplessly into Seungjo's touch.
Overstimulated and completely sensitive, Yeonho could only hold on as Seungjo took total control.
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