63 – TIO

“Ugh.”

Seo Yi-kyung barely managed to reach out and grip the back of the sofa. Even so, because Han Seung-jae was clutching his chest, his upper body tilted forward as if he were about to collapse.

Yi-kyung’s arms trembled violently as he struggled to keep himself from falling. Watching his stubborn persistence, Han Seung-jae let go of the vest he had been holding. Even without being pulled, Yi-kyung had a pale face that looked as though he might faint at any moment. Han Seung-jae stroked the area of Yi-kyung’s shirt over his chest, smoothing out the wrinkles. The tip of his thumb brushed against the nipple.

“Can you hold on any longer?”

“Ah…”

Eventually, Yi-kyung’s arms buckled, and his upper body collapsed forward. With a thud, Yi-kyung buried his face in the hard chest, inhaling the strong scent of white sandalwood. It was steeped into Han Seung-jae’s dark suit.

Han Seung-jae gripped Yi-kyung’s shoulders. As his upper body was lifted, Yi-kyung’s body shifted slightly until he was positioned astride Han Seung-jae’s thighs. Han Seung-jae caressed Yi-kyung’s waist.

Yi-kyung wished he could just faint right here. No, why on earth had he pressed that button?

Two billion won.

That wasn’t an amount he could raise even if he gave every single painting and tool in his painting studio to Han Seung-jae.

And to spend that much money on a pocket watch necklace that had no meaning or use. Yi-kyung wanted to faint.

Yi-kyung’s gaze landed on the table. The whiskey glass Han Seung-jae had been drinking from caught his eye. If he drank…

“Still, you can’t take back something you’ve already won at auction.”

Han Seung-jae was already looking at him. Feeling as if his thoughts had been read, Yi-kyung’s cheeks flushed hot.

“Then… what do I do?”

Yi-kyung looked down, his lips trembling. How was he supposed to come up with that kind of money? Truly, the only answer was for Han Seung-jae to provide it.

Yi-kyung absolutely did not want to ask him. He didn’t want to plead, beg for help, or make requests. Knowing all too well how such things ended, it was one of the things he wanted to avoid most.

“Is this really the time to be worrying about that?”

“It’s two billion won.”

“And?”

A chill lingered in Han Seung-jae’s eyes.

“…….”

He had forgotten. Because of the fire that had dropped right in front of him, he had forgotten whose thighs he was currently straddling. In the meantime, Han Seung-jae had already undone Yi-kyung’s belt and buckle. Above all, there was nothing to be gained by provoking Han Seung-jae.

Yi-kyung’s lips pressed together slowly, and just as they were about to part again out of urgency, Han Seung-jae pushed Yi-kyung’s body away from his thighs, sending him crashing violently to the floor.

“Am I worth less than a pocket watch?”

With his knees hitting the marble floor, Yi-kyung’s lips parted. Han Seung-jae was likely trying to correct Yi-kyung’s priorities, as he kept mentioning the pocket watch necklace more than the two billion won.

“It’s not that…”

Yi-kyung tried to raise one knee. However, Han Seung-jae pressed down on his shoulder, forcing the knee back to the floor.

Yi-kyung didn’t need a pocket watch necklace. He didn’t even want it. If he could, he wanted to give it to Han Seung-jae. And, of course, have him pay for it too.

“Then… would you like to have it, Seung-jae?”

With both knees on the floor, Yi-kyung looked up at him. I don’t need something like that. As Yi-kyung spoke, Han Seung-jae tilted his head slightly.

“And I pay the price too?”

“…….”

As if pierced through the lungs, Yi-kyung couldn’t say a word.

“That’s why I’m telling you the method right now.”

“Method?”

Yi-kyung’s gaze slowly drifted downward. Between the undone buckle and the open suit pants, the drawers Yi-kyung was wearing were revealed. Though he had tried to raise a knee once, Han Seung-jae pressed down on his shoulder again, forcing both knees back to the floor.

He had been provoking Han Seung-jae’s mood this whole time. Swallowing hard, Yi-kyung’s upper body slowly leaned forward. Yi-kyung wasn’t unaware of what Han Seung-jae wanted. He placed the button he had been clutching beside his knee.

His hand touched Han Seung-jae’s firm thigh. He undid the belt and opened the buckle. Even as he lowered the zipper, Han Seung-jae watched without moving a muscle.

A well-defined penis revealed itself. The thick glans radiated a clear heat even from a distance. Yi-kyung gripped it with both hands.

Two billion.

It was a staggering two billion won. It was an amount of money Yi-kyung had never touched, nor even imagined. Yi-kyung’s heart pounded. The large cock filled his soft eyes. With difficulty, Yi-kyung opened his mouth and tilted his head back.

“I… I’ll pay it back with paintings.”

Han Seung-jae’s brow furrowed. He reached up, grabbed the back of Yi-kyung’s neck, and yanked him down sharply. His large hand gripped roughly, winding thin strands of hair around his fingers.

“Mmph!”

Yi-kyung felt the penis force its way past his lips and hit the back of his throat. It was useless even as he struggled to push it away with his tongue. His head moved according to the hand of Han Seung-jae, who held the nape of his neck.

“Seung—”

Yi-kyung curled his fist and tapped Han Seung-jae’s thigh. He tried to call him, but the penis, moving willfully over his tongue, repeatedly poked his throat.

His nose was buried deep in the coarse pubic hair before being pulled back. Eventually, Yi-kyung opened his mouth while clutching Han Seung-jae’s thighs. Yi-kyung couldn’t even open his eyes. Every time his captured head was moved haphazardly, the thick scent of white sandalwood wafted over his nose.

“Ugh, hah…”

He lowered his jaw further to breathe. The more he did, the deeper the penis pushed inside. Yi-kyung’s mouth became slick with saliva and the fluids emanating from the penis. Saliva he couldn’t swallow dripped onto the marble floor.

Yi-kyung dug his nails in and scratched Han Seung-jae’s forearm, but it didn’t even penetrate properly.

As Yi-kyung struggled with his knees, the button he had placed beside him rolled away and went under the sofa.

The area under his jaw felt sore, and his tongue, rubbed by the penis, felt hot. Suddenly, the massive penis thrust violently up into Yi-kyung’s throat.

Gulp. Yi-kyung’s Adam’s apple trembled. It felt as if his breath had stopped. However, hot and sticky fluid poured incessantly into his throat. It was being poured in so forcefully that he couldn’t even push it away with his tongue.

“Puh, hah…”

Yi-kyung bent his upper body and exhaled the breath he had been holding. He broke into a fit of coughing. Han Seung-jae removed his fingers from the nape of the neck he had been holding. Thick, sticky fluids clung to the wet penis revealed between the open suit pants. He looked down at Yi-kyung, whose face had turned bright red as he repeatedly caught his breath.

“Cough…”

Yi-kyung rubbed his lips roughly with the back of his hand. He couldn’t even spit it out. Since he had already swallowed it, the taste of the fluid filling his mouth didn’t fade in the slightest. He could feel the raw taste all over the roof of his mouth, the inside of his cheeks, and under his tongue. Yi-kyung pretended not to see the vein-bulging penis before him. Though it seemed he had poured out enough to be satisfied, the twitching penis still had remnants of semen on it.

After coughing his fill, Yi-kyung looked at the whiskey glass on the table. He reached out. He didn’t like alcohol, but he wanted to wash away the taste in his mouth. A long arm snatched and pulled that hand.

Yi-kyung’s body was pulled up as if being dragged. He had been sitting with his knees on the hard marble floor this whole time. A tingling sensation from his calves made his legs wobble. As Yi-kyung rested one knee on the sofa, his upper body collapsed forward.

Han Seung-jae cradled Yi-kyung’s back with one hand. The touching lips were hot. The tongue that pushed through his startled, open lips was rough. Moreover, the taste on the tip of the tongue was pungent. Perhaps because Han Seung-jae had been drinking whiskey until a moment ago, the incoming breath was sweet.

I was just sucking his cock. He even came in my mouth… Yi-kyung’s thoughts were not functioning smoothly. Like a thirsty man, Han Seung-jae swept away even the saliva under his tongue, leaving Yi-kyung’s lips feeling numb from the suction.

On the screen behind them, the auction was in full swing. Im Ha-young’s voice echoed loudly in the room, but to Yi-kyung, her voice felt like a distant hum in his ears.

“Haa… haa…”

Yi-kyung’s upper body heaved breathlessly. As their lower lips parted slightly, a string of saliva stretched from the tip of the tongue in a parabola. Soon, their lips met again.

Frowning, Yi-kyung curled his fingers. He gripped Han Seung-jae’s shoulders tightly. If he didn’t, his loosened thighs would fold and he would fall into the man’s embrace. Yi-kyung’s fingertips clung to Han Seung-jae’s shoulders stubbornly.

“Haa…”

Yi-kyung turned his head to the side and broke the kiss. Then, he took a sharp breath.

Han Seung-jae reached up and grabbed Yi-kyung’s chin to turn it back. Yi-kyung’s eyes were slightly damp with moisture.

Because he had just held a penis in his mouth and then kissed passionately, Yi-kyung’s entire body was filled with euphoria. Even his fingertips were reacting, but in contrast, Han Seung-jae was chillingly cold. Yet, the heat he felt against him below was vivid.

[The next item in the auction is a hat.]

On the screen behind Yi-kyung, a black hat in a glass case was being shown in a close-up.

[The starting bid is five hundred million won.]

It wasn’t even clear if the door to this room was locked or not. He didn’t want to take off his pants, press their waists together, rub, and do such things in a place like this. The screen was even showing the people in the auction hall. No one would want to do this in such a place. But was Han Seung-jae different?

Han Seung-jae’s eyes were full of passion. It felt as if he would tear the clothes off if Yi-kyung didn’t undress himself. He might just insert his penis and ram into him, churning up his insides.

He pulled the nape of Yi-kyung, whose breathing had gradually steadied, to kiss him again. Before their lips met and he could no longer speak, Yi-kyung hurriedly whispered.

“The hat… I want to see that.”

In truth, he didn’t want to see it. Rather, the current Yi-kyung had no expertise in artifacts, exhibitions, or paintings. Just as he didn’t know their value, it was natural that he had no interest.

Yi-kyung was focusing all his attention on Han Seung-jae in front of him. He had said it to avoid the overwhelming pressure rushing in. At that, Han Seung-jae tightened his grip on Yi-kyung’s chin. Blue veins stood out on the back of his hand.

Their lips brushed. Han Seung-jae’s low voice echoed bleakly.

“See it for yourself later.”