By Zephyria 
As he sucked deeply on the lower lip, Seo Yi-kyung’s spine jolted at the sensation of the flesh pushing into his mouth. Han Seung-jae’s arm was wrapped around his waist, making it impossible to step back. Moreover, by the time he regained his senses, he found himself trapped between Han Seung-jae’s sturdy thighs.
Seo Yi-kyung tried to lean his upper body back, but he was blocked by the palm pressing against his back. Leaving his lips surrendered, he opened his mouth to let the tongue roaming inside scrape against his membranes, rubbing against the tender flesh and gathering saliva.
It was more of an opening to breathe, but the more he opened, the deeper Han Seung-jae’s tongue entwined and pushed inward. Every now and then, Han Seung-jae would release the lower lip, granting Seo Yi-kyung only a fleeting moment to exhale. Your mouth is hot. With those words, Han Seung-jae softly sucked on Seo Yi-kyung’s lower lip.
“Nngh…”
Han Seung-jae’s hand slid inside the cardigan, which was fluttering because it hadn’t been properly closed. He caressed Seo Yi-kyung’s slender flank over the thin pajamas.
Han Seung-jae’s large hand brushed past the sharp iliac crest and moved backward. Fingers that swept over the buttocks traced the curves, roaming over the gluteal cleft. As the fingertips descended further and further, Seo Yi-kyung let out an erotic moan. Ugh. Han Seung-jae lightly pressed down over the hole before releasing the lip he had been sucking.
“Haa…”
Seo Yi-kyung caught his ragged breath. His upper body heaved up and down. While holding Seo Yi-kyung’s waist with one hand, Han Seung-jae continued to stroke the gluteal cleft or poke at the hole with the other. The more he did, the more Seo Yi-kyung’s inner thighs trembled.
“Seung-jae…”
Seo Yi-kyung grabbed Han Seung-jae’s arm. The hard arm wrapped in a suit was caught in his grip.
“This hand, please…”
“What about my hand?”
As he asked, Han Seung-jae’s hand pressed firmly against the hole. Had he not been wearing pajamas, the entrance would have already been forced open and a finger would have entered.
“Haa, ha…”
Seo Yi-kyung’s plump lips, wet with saliva, were stained red and glistening. Perhaps because Han Seung-jae had been so obsessively sucking on his lower lip, they were exceptionally flushed.
“How can a body be this erotic?”
Han Seung-jae had only sucked a little. Yet the scent grew stronger, and Seo Yi-kyung’s breath was sweet.
It fueled the impulse to stand up from the desk, lay Seo Yi-kyung down, undo the pajama buttons, suck around his neck and chest, and eventually drive his cock deep into the hot inner walls. However, it couldn’t be an illusion that the waist wrapped in his arm was thinner than before.
And for good reason; after returning from the Ivory Pavilion, hadn’t Seo Yi-kyung suddenly run a fever and fallen ill? Even though Han Seung-jae had even praised him for eating more than usual. It was as if something had gone wrong, and he had come back to suffer through a fever.
Han Seung-jae brushed back Seo Yi-kyung’s disheveled hair. He felt a slight fever on the forehead his fingertips touched.
“Are you feeling better?”
“…Yes.”
Because Han Seung-jae was so close, Seo Yi-kyung found it hard to find a place to look. Unlike Seo Yi-kyung, who was trying to pull his upper body back, Han Seung-jae was leaning forward. They were so close that it wouldn’t be strange if their lips touched right then.
As if trying to verify for himself, Han Seung-jae seemed to carefully examine Seo Yi-kyung’s complexion, then suddenly lifted his gaze to lock eyes intently. His eyes, full of passion, were brimming with heat. For a moment, Seo Yi-kyung forgot to breathe.
“I noticed your internal temperature was high earlier.”
That might have been partly because Han Seung-jae’s own body temperature was excessively low. But he didn’t seem to be thinking such things in the first place.
Seo Yi-kyung put strength into his arm to try and push away Han Seung-jae’s hand, which was still lingering on his buttocks, but it wasn’t a particularly meaningful action. It was essentially wasting the little strength he had on the wrong thing.
“Don’t move like that. I’m holding back too.”
The question of ‘What is he holding back?’ flew far away. This was because Han Seung-jae spread Seo Yi-kyung’s cheeks and swept the hole with his finger. He began to tease the entrance with a squelching sound.
Catching his breath, Seo Yi-kyung first let go of Han Seung-jae’s arm. Wrinkles remained on the sleeve, as if Seo Yi-kyung’s handprints had been left behind.
As soon as Seo Yi-kyung let go, Han Seung-jae’s hand, which had been on the buttocks, slid down to the thighs. Seo Yi-kyung felt a ticklish sensation at the touch of the palm clearly felt through the thin pajamas.
Han Seung-jae continued in a low voice.
“You’ve lost more weight than the last time I touched you.”
Seo Yi-kyung saw Han Seung-jae’s eyebrows shift minutely as he spoke. Should he say they arched slightly, as if he were displeased?
As Han Seung-jae’s palm repeatedly moved between his thighs, Seo Yi-kyung suddenly remembered when Han Seung-jae had wedged his cock between his thighs and rubbed. Every time that large cock pressed against him, searingly hot pre-cum leaked out, soaking his inner thighs and perineum, making everything slick.
Just remembering it made Seo Yi-kyung’s cheeks flush red, and the heat spread to his neck in an instant.
There was no way Han Seung-jae, standing right in front of him, wouldn’t have seen that.
“What is it?”
Han Seung-jae brought his face closer, as if he truly didn’t know. When Seo Yi-kyung turned his head away to avoid him, Han Seung-jae used the back of the hand that had been caressing the thigh to rub against the rounded scrotum.
“Were you thinking about me fucking you here?”
“…!”
Seo Yi-kyung, whose knees almost buckled in an instant, barely managed to stand on his toes and put strength into pulling his body back.
“I—I wasn’t thinking that.”
“I believe I told you. I can see right through you, no matter how much you try to calculate.”
Compared to the explicit movement of Han Seung-jae’s fingers, his words were almost indifferent. Han Seung-jae’s cold eyes slowly swept over Seo Yi-kyung’s face. Just as Seo Yi-kyung raised his hand to cover his forehead…
Han Seung-jae withdrew the hand that had been rubbing the scrotum, brushed past Seo Yi-kyung’s flank, and embraced his back. He had been unable to move with just one arm, but now that he was wrapped in two, Seo Yi-kyung had no way of escaping.
Seo Yi-kyung hurriedly parted his lips and tried to refute Han Seung-jae’s claim.
“That’s, not it.”
The moment he felt Han Seung-jae’s head tilt, their lower lips overlapped. With a kiss deeper than before, Seo Yi-kyung was pulled into an embrace, trapped within Han Seung-jae’s arms.
The tongue digging into his mouth rubbed against his own in a strange way. It thrust as if it were rubbing a cock against his tongue. Every time the two wet pieces of flesh met and parted, squelching sounds blended in succession.
Seo Yi-kyung felt as if he would collapse at any moment as his knees kept bending. However, two heavy arms were wrapped around his waist.
When Han Seung-jae pulled his lips away, a long string of saliva stretched between their entwined tongues. Seo Yi-kyung gasped for air with his lips parted. Haa.
As Han Seung-jae slowly released his arms, Seo Yi-kyung hurriedly turned and walked away. Watching his retreating figure, Han Seung-jae scraped the tender membrane inside his own mouth with his wet tongue. The sweet breath of Seo Yi-kyung lingered on the flesh that had been entwined and stirring inside until a moment ago.
Click. When the door opened, Seo Yi-kyung was startled. Secretary Park was standing at the door. As he gave a slight bow, Seo Yi-kyung’s face turned even redder. Barely acknowledging the greeting, he bowed his head halfway and quickly passed him.
Seo Yi-kyung disappeared into the bedroom in an instant.
Step, step. As the sound of refined footsteps approached, Han Seung-jae spoke to Secretary Park.
“Am I a bit late?”
Secretary Park’s head turned back slowly. He watched Han Seung-jae adjust his sleeve and then slowly bowed. He didn’t seem to be in a bad mood, but his usual leisure was absent. He looked somewhat dissatisfied, as if driven by an unfulfilled desire.
“I believe you may leave now.”
Secretary Park had been looking at his wristwatch, wondering if he should go down to the first-floor drawing room to handle business. However, he couldn’t exactly say that Han Seung-jae had come out faster than expected.
Han Seung-jae passed Secretary Park and walked in the opposite direction from where Seo Yi-kyung had gone. Han Seung-jae pressed the elevator button and stepped inside. Secretary Park followed, and the door closed.
Secretary Park caught the scent of white musk emanating from Seo Yi-kyung’s body a moment ago. Perhaps because Han Seung-jae had wrapped him so thickly in his own scent, it was almost enough to make him hallucinate that there were two Han Seung-jaes.
* * *
Click. After leaning against the bedroom door for a long time, Seo Yi-kyung finally moved. He walked to the bed and sank down as if his legs had given out.
He still felt as if their lips were touching. The tongue that had roamed his mouth and the firm grip that had caressed his flank. That hand touching his buttocks, sweeping his thighs…
Eventually, Seo Yi-kyung took off the cardigan he was wearing, left it on the bed, and entered the bathroom.
Was it because Han Seung-jae’s pheromones were all over his body? Blood kept rushing below his waist, and he felt a throbbing pain at the tip of his member.
Heading toward the shower booth, Seo Yi-kyung turned on the lukewarm water, pretending not to notice his half-erect penis. Han Seung-jae must have noticed. The pajamas were very thin, after all.
Despite caressing his scrotum, he had never once touched the shaft of Seo Yi-kyung’s penis. It was as if he were taking revenge for the fact that Seo Yi-kyung hadn’t approached him.