By Zephyria 
“That’s because you’re Yoon Joo-ho, senior.””
The nation’s top actor showing interest in me was something that only happened to drama protagonists. I couldn’t even imagine it.
“We have to leave soon, are you trying to seduce me?”
“How is this seduc… uh, um… S-Seo, um…”
Song Hyun-soo’s lips, which were trying to continue speaking, were eventually swallowed by Yoon Joo-ho.
The touches that had been just pecking at the surface of his lips soon deepened. Just when it felt like their lips were pressed together so intensely they would be crushed, a warm, wet tongue parted his lips and slipped inside.
“Um…”
Song Hyun-soo’s eyelids loosened powerlessly, and a groan that sounded like he was savoring it leaked from the back of his throat.
Without breaking the kiss, Yoon Joo-ho lifted Song Hyun-soo under his buttocks and made him sit on the sink counter. Because of the height of the sink, Song Hyun-soo’s face was positioned slightly above Yoon Joo-ho’s.
Song Hyun-soo parted his thighs and accepted him between his legs. Yoon Joo-ho’s hands firmly wrapped around Song Hyun-soo’s buttocks, pulling him tightly against his lower abdomen.
They stuck together completely without any gaps, rubbing every part of their bodies against each other passionately. Song Hyun-soo rubbed the inside of his thighs against his side and pressed his penis against his hard lower abdomen. Yoon Joo-ho slipped his hands inside Song Hyun-soo’s thin indoor clothing bottoms and squeezed the flesh of his buttocks.
Because they rubbed their bodies together so fiercely, the towel that was hanging on Yoon Joo-ho’s pelvis slipped down.
Thud. The sound of it hitting the floor was unusually loud. It was just a towel.
“Seo, sunbae.”
Song Hyun-soo, who barely managed to pull his tongue away from Yoon Joo-ho, called him urgently.
“We, we have to leave now…”
“I know.”
If you know, then stop.
“Haa, haa, hmm.”
Yoon Joo-ho, who had filled Song Hyun-soo’s mouth with his tongue, pushed the hand that was holding his buttocks further down. It felt like his fingers would dig into his hole any moment. Song Hyun-soo’s buttock muscles tensed involuntarily.
Grabbing his thick shoulders and pushing him away, Song Hyun-soo turned his head and spat out the tongue in his mouth.
“I’m telling you to really stop now.”
When he couldn’t kiss him, Yoon Joo-ho this time lunged at his neck. Even when he tore at the bare skin of his shoulder and pounded his back with his fists, he didn’t budge.
“I’m going to get hard if you keep doing this!”
The breath of Yoon Joo-ho, who was moving up his neck and sucking on his earlobe, sent shivers down his spine. The penis that was rubbing against his lower abdomen inside his thin indoor clothing pants twitched. Song Hyun-soo wildly struck the back of his head as he recklessly attacked him.
“I told you I really hate it when you touch me halfway without taking responsibility until the end, right?”
Yoon Joo-ho’s fingertips, which were under his buttocks, flicked and stimulated his perineum. Even though they had come twice last night after returning from Seohae’s Bar, his body, which was in its prime, wanted the other person again as if it had been starving for weeks.
Yoon Joo-ho whispered, tracing over his ear with his hot tongue.
“I’ll take responsibility. We can do it in the back seat.”
His voice, which was subdued and cracked due to being consumed by lust, was sexy. But what wasn’t okay, wasn’t okay. Song Hyun-soo, who had put one arm around his neck to avoid being pushed down by his relentlessly pushing body, this time almost pleaded.
“I don’t want to do it when there’s someone in the front seat. Ah, sunbae, please.”
But Yoon Joo-ho didn’t let go. He even pressed Song Hyun-soo’s penis against his lower abdomen and shook his waist.
“You really don’t listen, do you?”
Yoon Joo-ho, who had been sucking on his ear, bit the cartilage of Song Hyun-soo’s ear between his teeth, making it slightly painful as he struggled.
“Ugh! Ugh.”
Song Hyun-soo covered his mouth and raised his chin. The pain that ran through his entire body was electrifying.
Nyaaang.
Monroe’s cry was heard. It was a sharper cry than usual.
The two stopped their movements and turned their heads towards the bathroom entrance.
Even though the door was wide open, he couldn’t cross the boundary between the dressing room and the bathroom and was just sitting at the entrance crying. For some reason, he didn’t want to come into the bathroom from the beginning.
Iyaaang! Kiyaang!
He was constantly crying anxiously in a high voice, as if he was dissatisfied with something.
“See? Monroe is angry because he knows you’re bothering me, sunbae.”
Taking advantage of the gap, Song Hyun-soo slipped out of Yoon Joo-ho’s arms. His clothes were a mess because Yoon Joo-ho had been messing with them. Pulling up his pants, which were half-revealing his buttocks, he approached Monroe and picked him up.
“Thank you, Monroe. Our genius cat. Dad was bothering little dad, right?”
Nyaaang.
He looked up at Song Hyun-soo’s face and cried as if answering.
Yoon Joo-ho, who was standing with his back to Song Hyun-soo and Monroe, bent down and picked up the towel. His penis, which could be seen between his legs, was, as expected, larger than usual.
“……”
Song Hyun-soo’s penis reacted to the heavy shadow. If he kept watching, he felt like he would be the one to attack Yoon Joo-ho’s naked body first this time. Soothing Monroe, who he was holding, and kissing him, he turned his body around.
Yoon Joo-ho, who had wrapped a towel around himself, came up from behind and put his arms around Song Hyun-soo’s chest. And while rubbing the tip of his nose against his temple, he whispered sweetly.
“Am I bothering you? Huh? Was it bothering you?”
His bulging center filled the space between his butt cheeks.
“You were bothering me a little while ago. Now put on some clothes. We have to leave.”
Song Hyun-soo’s face, who was pushing his stomach away with his elbow, was flushed red. But Yoon Joo-ho didn’t act more mischievous this time and chuckled, letting him go.
When he put Monroe down on the dressing room floor, he cried out loudly once more towards Yoon Joo-ho as if warning him, and then left the dressing room with a haughty gait. Yoon Joo-ho, who was watching that small back with a dumbfounded expression, shook his head with a hollow laugh.
“Wow, scary. I can’t even kiss my lover in my own house.”
“That’s because it wasn’t a kiss.”
There wasn’t much time left now.
Song Hyun-soo began to divide the luggage into the carrier that Yoon Joo-ho had additionally taken out. It seemed that he would be able to take everything he wanted for now.
In the meantime, Yoon Joo-ho, who had taken off his towel and thrown it into the laundry basket, helped Song Hyun-soo in his black boxer briefs. He was dressed too sexy to help with packing.
“You’ll be leaving first in the same car as Jung-ho.”
“Yes, I heard.”
Yoon Joo-ho, who had fastened the locks on the carrier and stood it up, came over and cupped Song Hyun-soo’s face with both hands.
“There will be reporters there. Don’t be intimidated. Greet them politely.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Don’t forget to smile prettily and wave.”
“My smile is likable, you know.”
Stroking the face of his lover, who was showing his teeth and smiling broadly, Yoon Joo-ho chuckled.
“Are you that worried?”
“……”
For a while, Yoon Joo-ho just stared at Song Hyun-soo’s face without answering. At times like this, Song Hyun-soo wondered. Whether he would take out a carrot or wield a whip behind his silence. Yoon Joo-ho was sometimes honest, and sometimes he wasn’t.
“I’m worried.”
Today was honest Yoon Joo-ho.
“So much so that I want to follow you around as your manager if I could.”
Hmm, Yoon Joo-ho sighed and kissed Song Hyun-soo’s lips briefly. And he turned his body and checked the wall clock.
“Let’s get dressed. Jung-ho will be here in 10 minutes.”
The outfit to wear to the airport had been decided in advance. The outfit that the stylist had delivered yesterday afternoon was hanging on the System Hanger. Song Hyun-soo’s outfit was the same.
Yoon Joo-ho, who had put on black pants first, quickly and skillfully put on a knit so that his hair wouldn’t get messed up as much as possible. The thin and simple black knit without any patterns or twisted decorations made his features stand out.
He pulled the knit down below his hard abdomen and walked towards the drawer where the watch was kept. And without hesitation, he immediately picked out ‘that watch’ and fastened the strap on his left wrist.
Song Hyun-soo, who was only wearing jeans, smiled slightly and went behind him, hugging his waist. His face, which was looking up at him over his shoulder, kept grinning.
“Do I look like a child let out near the water?”
“You’re a rookie. You’re a child let out near the water.”
“I like it when you worry about me, sunbae.”
His gaze, which was glancing down, was full of affection, making Song Hyun-soo’s lower body tingle. It wasn’t just Yoon Joo-ho’s fault. It was the same for Song Hyun-soo himself, who got hard whenever their eyes met.
“Become famous a little slower. Okay?”
Yoon Joo-ho smiled faintly while looking at him with a deep gaze. And he turned his head further and kissed the tip of Song Hyun-soo’s nose, who had put his chin on his shoulder. Song Hyun-soo raised his chin to kiss him.
Their lips touched, overlapped, and soon they twisted their tongues together. He had criticized Yoon Joo-ho, but when they were alone in the house, it was always like this, without either of them being the first. They wanted to touch, wanted to be in contact, and didn’t want to separate their lips and tongues.
Yoon Joo-ho, who had turned his body completely around, hugged Song Hyun-soo’s bare waist, who was only wearing jeans, with both arms. And he rubbed his lips against his bare shoulder.
Song Hyun-soo hugged him and nodded.
“It’s okay, sunbae.”
“……”
“It’ll be okay. I’m here.”
If someone were to witness this scene, they would think that Song Hyun-soo was giving an irrelevant answer.
But even if Yoon Joo-ho didn’t say it, even if he tried to hide it, Song Hyun-soo knew. His anxiety.
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