By Zephyria 
“Did you hear me?”
Han Seung-jae’s face was expressionless. Even as he revoked the order he had given moments ago, there was almost no change in his expression.
Since they were this close, there was no way Seo Yi-kyung hadn’t heard. Nevertheless, he was confirming it as if retracing his steps. He was engraving the fact that he had not let Butler Do leave, just as he wanted.
Seo Yi-kyung, wearing a bathrobe with both hands resting on his thighs, nodded. With a pale face and wounded lips, he wore a determined expression.
His eyes looked as though he had no idea what Han Seung-jae was actually asking. Had he understood, he wouldn’t have been able to nod so easily. As if reminding him slowly, Han Seung-jae reached out and rubbed Seo Yi-kyung’s wrist, where red marks remained.
“Usually, Secretary Park would draft the contract at a time like this.”
Staggering, the tips of Seo Yi-kyung’s feet in his slippers were dragged forward. Because his arm was being pulled, he had no time to process Han Seung-jae’s words.
“Since he’s not here, let’s just skip it.”
Just as Seo Yi-kyung’s body, being pulled along, tilted and was about to fall right onto Han Seung-jae, he barely managed to brace himself against the back of the sofa. Then, with one knee bent, he was perched on the armrest. It was the moment one of his slippers flopped off.
“I already know your name, so that doesn’t matter, and your identity is certain.”
Han Seung-jae tilted his upper body diagonally. His tie pin glistened.
The image of Seo Yi-kyung from the previous day overlapped before his eyes. The lips panting while lying on the sofa with a flushed body, the white and slender waist, and in contrast, the slightly plump buttocks and the narrow, soft hole. Because those inner walls swallowed and tightened around his cock as much as they could, he couldn’t remember how many times he had slammed into him.
Han Seung-jae slid his free hand inside the bathrobe. The phone that had been on his knee fell to the floor. Seo Yi-kyung flinched at the touch against his thigh. However, Han Seung-jae’s hand did not stop and continued to stroke up his leg. Since he wasn’t wearing anything under the bathrobe, he was completely defenseless. Han Seung-jae gripped his scrotum.
“Ugh…”
Seo Yi-kyung bit his lower lip as if suppressing a moan. Watching this, Han Seung-jae’s hand slid across the perineum. He toyed with the hole, which was still damp and wet.
As he pressed firmly on the entrance with his finger, the skin parted. As the hole opened, semen leaked through the gap and flowed down along his finger. A single knuckle entered easily. Then, the inner walls, which had held a cock until dawn, wrapped around him softly.
“You said you scraped it out, but some of what I came is still left.”
Han Seung-jae’s finger dug deeper and more densely inside. He felt a squishy, mucous-like substance at his fingertip. Han Seung-jae pushed it even deeper.
Every time he moved, a wet, squelching sound echoed. Due to the fluids wrapping around and flowing over his finger, he shoved two fingers in as if to plug the hole. Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs trembled violently. He hurriedly opened his mouth, but Han Seung-jae was faster.
“Get up here.”
Seo Yi-kyung hesitated for a moment. The more he did, the deeper the fingers dug inside. The semen pushed out by his fingertips moved here and there.
“Don’t you… have to take it out?”
“I… I can… do it…”
Seo Yi-kyung’s lips trembled. In the bathroom, he couldn’t put his fingers in to remove it because Han Seung-jae was right beside him. But if he went in alone now…
“And? You’re going to take it out yourself in front of me?”
As Han Seung-jae’s finger scratched a certain spot, a ticklish, tingling sensation shot up his spine.
“Fine. Then try doing it yourself.”
Han Seung-jae grabbed Seo Yi-kyung’s waist and pulled him up. Seo Yi-kyung’s other foot slipped out of its slipper.
He spread his legs and straddled Han Seung-jae’s thighs in an awkward posture. He had no choice, as Han Seung-jae’s fingers were still entering and exiting below his perineum.
“Ngh, ah…”
Seo Yi-kyung let out a suppressed moan. Han Seung-jae’s finger scraped the hole and pulled out.
“Hurry up. In front of me.”
As he untied the knot of the bathrobe Seo Yi-kyung was wearing, a white body was revealed through the parting fabric. His flat chest was full of congestion. The pale nipples situated there stood erect, drawing the eye. They were so luscious that he wanted to open his mouth and devour them.
Han Seung-jae caressed the lean chest with his fingertips. While doing so, he crushed the pointed nipple with his thumb. He rubbed it lightly and then twisted it.
“What are you doing instead of putting your fingers in and digging it out?”
Haa. Seo Yi-kyung’s shallow breathing reached Han Seung-jae’s ear. Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t even breathe deeply. The trembling of the chest touching his palm was conveyed vividly.
Han Seung-jae’s hand moved past the flank to the buttocks. He gripped the cheeks with both hands and spread them left and right.
“I’ll hold them open for you, so put your fingers in and take it out.”
With his buttocks suspended in the air, Seo Yi-kyung dripped fluids onto the dark suit pants. It was because Han Seung-jae had been playing with his fingers until just a moment ago.
Looking at Han Seung-jae’s cold face before him, Seo Yi-kyung lowered his trembling fingers. Doing as he asked was the fastest way to escape his embrace. Seo Yi-kyung’s finger touched the perineum. He brushed the hole slowly and then recoiled at the heavily swollen entrance.
“I can’t, I can’t…”
“If you can’t, should I do it?”
Han Seung-jae inserted his fingers between the buttocks he had gladly spread open. Without hesitation, he curled two fingers to scrape out the semen inside. Plop, plop. Fluids dropped onto his suit pants.
Seo Yi-kyung’s waist shuddered. He barely managed to support his swaying upper body by grabbing Han Seung-jae’s shoulders. Han Seung-jae’s refined features gradually drew closer. The distance between their lips narrowed until they were almost touching.
“I’m looking forward to it. How you’ll take responsibility for me.”
At the low bass voice touching his ear, the fine hairs on the back of Seo Yi-kyung’s neck stood on end. The genitalia rubbing against his perineum was gradually swelling in size.
“Ha…”
Seo Yi-kyung’s lips parted unconsciously. He shuddered at the sensation of the hole being poked and the area below being stimulated. He reacted to the white sandalwood pheromones faster than usual. That was also related to the aftereffects of the previous day. Because he had mixed bodies, surrounded by Han Seung-jae’s pheromones, until dawn.
Han Seung-jae stuck out his tongue and licked Seo Yi-kyung’s lower lip. Soon after, he slid into the mouth. Seo Yi-kyung clamped his lips shut, but the tongue had already occupied the space. The hot piece of flesh entangled with his tongue.
Wet, popping sounds of air breaking leaked from their mouths. Han Seung-jae dug into the mouth with obsessive persistence, entangling the fleeing tongue and eventually sucking it.
Seo Yi-kyung shook his waist. It wasn’t by his own will. He was being moved by Han Seung-jae’s hands gripping his cheeks. The fingers entering and exiting the hole pressed and poked as if they were swallowing and spitting out Han Seung-jae’s penis.
“Nng… ah.”
Unable to endure any longer, Seo Yi-kyung pulled Han Seung-jae’s shoulders. The dark vest was crumpled violently in his grip. Han Seung-jae released the tongue he had been sucking. Then, he slowly withdrew his fingers. His suit pants were drenched with the love fluid leaking from the hole and the semen he had scraped out.
“Haa… haa…”
Saliva stretched down like a silver thread. Blood had pooled on Seo Yi-kyung’s glistening lower lip. Han Seung-jae’s sharp bridge of the nose tilted.
His fully engorged member constantly rubbed against Seo Yi-kyung’s hole through the suit pants. Eventually, love fluid forced its way out of the hole and soaked the front of the suit. He licked Seo Yi-kyung’s lips languidly, looking into the wavering eyes of a man who looked as if he would drop his knees and flee at any moment.
“If you couldn’t handle it, you shouldn’t have stimulated me.”
Even so, Han Seung-jae’s hand did not stop. He gripped Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks in one hand and rubbed them back and forth. The more he did, the more the love fluid flowing from the twitching hole created stains on his thighs and the front of his suit. Seo Yi-kyung’s member, half-erect, touched Han Seung-jae’s belt and was crushed. A thin fluid welled up from the tip of the urethra.
“Even after coming that much, was it not enough?”
“Ugh, hng.”
Seo Yi-kyung tried to speak but clamped his lips shut. Because of Han Seung-jae’s fingers, whenever he opened his mouth, only a voice close to a sob leaked out.
Having watched him come from both the front and back, Han Seung-jae undid his buckle and lowered his drawers, and his curved member popped out. Han Seung-jae brought it against Seo Yi-kyung’s member and gripped the two pieces of flesh together. Seo Yi-kyung’s flanks flinched.
The touching flesh was hot and thick. The two glans stuck together, pushing and shoving. Every time Han Seung-jae pressed the two cocks together with his fingers, Seo Yi-kyung’s lips kept parting, and panting moans leaked out.
“Try shaking your waist, like yesterday.”
“…!”
Seo Yi-kyung didn’t know what kind of movement he was referring to. Then, Han Seung-jae squeezed the member with his fingertips. Seo Yi-kyung’s body jerked, and his waist moved back and forth. It was nothing more than mimicking how Han Seung-jae had just been gripping and rubbing his buttocks.
It was a clumsy and pathetic movement of the waist. Nevertheless, it seemed to have succeeded in inciting Han Seung-jae. He wrapped his hand around the nape of Seo Yi-kyung’s neck and kissed him.
A long, long kiss continued endlessly.
* * *
Knock, knock—
After the sound of knocking, the door opened slowly.
Secretary Park, looking inside, approached Han Seung-jae. Han Seung-jae appeared to have just finished showering, wearing a robe. He was alone in the room. However, the sound of water could be heard from inside the bathroom.
Secretary Park had even called from in front of the door before knocking. He placed a shopping bag on the table.
“I have handled it as instructed.”
He was likely referring to Butler Do.
“And these are the items you mentioned. I informed President Han that you were resting due to a headache yesterday. I will wait in the car.”
“Good work.”
Secretary Park bowed deeply and turned around. The pheromones of the two people were still mixed in the room. He closed the door and disappeared quickly.
Han Seung-jae, lightly brushing his wet hair with a towel, pulled a box containing a suit out of the shopping bag. Then, he took off the robe he was wearing and dressed in a dark-colored suit.
It was when he was putting cufflinks into his sleeves. The bathroom door opened, and Seo Yi-kyung came out. His cheeks were flushed and reddish.
After making Seo Yi-kyung ejaculate by hand on the sofa, Han Seung-jae had taken him into the bathroom. Seo Yi-kyung had to take responsibility for Han Seung-jae there as well. Inside the shower booth, Han Seung-jae had eventually grabbed and spread Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks and shoved his member deep into the hole. Under the ceaselessly flowing water, Seo Yi-kyung’s body jolted haphazardly.
“Come here.”
Seo Yi-kyung took a step. However, due to his trembling legs, he was practically dragging his slippers.
Han Seung-jae opened the box and took out a navy suit. Receiving it, Seo Yi-kyung fidgeted with the knot of the robe he was wearing. Han Seung-jae, who was tying his tie, looked at him.
“Are you going to keep staying like that?”
Then, the hesitating Seo Yi-kyung pulled the knot. Despite having just been in the bathroom together, his face burned at the thought of stripping naked in front of him again.
Just then, there was a knock. The gazes of Han Seung-jae and the diagonally turned Seo Yi-kyung shifted backward. The person entering as the door opened was Butler Choi. Seo Yi-kyung gripped the front of his bathrobe. Han Seung-jae turned his body fully.
“Speak from there.”
Butler Choi, who had been walking, came to a dead stop. Being a Beta, he was not affected by the pheromones of the two men at all. He simply raised his voice toward Han Seung-jae with tact.
“The President is looking for you.”