By Zephyria 
Even with all the love in the world, there were areas where you couldn’t stand in for someone, couldn’t share. That in life, there were moments when you had to face things alone. Knowing that, it was frustrating that his heart couldn’t keep up with his reason. Song Hyun-soo felt the same.
Somehow, it made him laugh to realize that Yoon Joo-ho was thinking something similar.
Fiddling with Yoon Joo-ho’s hand that he was holding, Song Hyun-soo kept grinning.
“You know I don’t get discouraged easily.”
Yoon Joo-ho met his eyes. The smile that appeared on his lips, almost imperceptible, was warm. Different from the smiles he gave to other people. An expression he only showed when facing him. As if telling him that he was special.
He stroked Song Hyun-soo’s hair.
“Yeah, you don’t get discouraged.”
“I’m not some young master who grew up pampered and doesn’t know hardship, either.”
“I know. But to me, you’re a cute lover who I wouldn’t want to see his feet touch the ground.”
Pfft. Song Hyun-soo burst out laughing. Perhaps because he himself thought it was an unfitting line, Yoon Joo-ho chuckled along insipidly.
Song Hyun-soo wrapped his arms around his chest from behind, embracing him.
“I’ve said something similar before. I like it when you worry about me, Sunbae.”
“……”
“Even though the degree or direction of your concern is a bit bizarre, I don’t dislike it.”
Stroking the firm abdomen he felt beneath the shirt, Song Hyun-soo’s hand moved further down. Sss, Yoon Joo-ho’s breath hitched. Embracing him from behind and burying his nose in his shoulder, he could faintly smell his scent.
“But I’m just as ambitious as you are, Sunbae.”
And without warning, abruptly, Song Hyun-soo’s right hand fully grasped Yoon Joo-ho’s center.
Ugh. Yoon Joo-ho recoiled, bending his upper body awkwardly.
“So hurry up and give me the script.”
“You treat your beloved boyfriend’s lower body… like this?”
Yoon Joo-ho, gripping Song Hyun-soo’s arm that was clutching between his legs, bit his lower lip and turned to look at his lover. Meeting his resentful gaze, Song Hyun-soo leisurely raised his eyebrows and put more strength into his grip. Yoon Joo-ho’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Considering the days this has made you happy, you can’t do thi… ugh.”
He couldn’t finish his sentence and collapsed, burying his forehead on Song Hyun-soo’s shoulder.
“Don’t pretend to be in pain, you perverted old man. You’re actually enjoying it.”
With his forehead still buried, Yoon Joo-ho chuckled, his shoulders shaking slightly. Haha.
“You noticed?”
“You’re really not repenting, are you?”
As if being spoiled, Yoon Joo-ho rubbed his lips against Song Hyun-soo’s neck and whispered.
“I told you to tell me anything I can do to help, right?”
“So? Why are you bringing that up now?”
“……”
Instead of answering, Yoon Joo-ho slipped his hand between his thighs. He placed his hand over Song Hyun-soo’s hand and pressed down firmly. Then, he lowered his face and kissed his lover’s neck and jawline here and there, lightly. Song Hyun-soo frowned, understanding what he was trying to do.
“Is having sex in the office helping you, Sunbae?”
“How can you say such vulgar things?”
Yoon Joo-ho frowned as if he had heard something unpleasantly lewd.
“Isn’t that what you’re suggesting we do here?”
“Sex? It’s a Simulated sexual act.”
Yoon Joo-ho seriously flared up, asking if he knew how big the difference was. Song Hyun-soo was beyond dumbfounded, he was speechless. He tried to pull his hand out from between his thighs, but it was impossible. He was now tightly gripping Song Hyun-soo’s wrist, rubbing it against his penis as much as he wanted.
The penis in his hand was warm. Even through the suit pants, its volume and temperature were realistically transmitted.
It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t interested in this bulging thing that filled his hand to overflowing.
Yoon Joo-ho’s face came closer and kissed the corner of his lips, lightly.
“We just slept yesterday.”
It had only been one night. But his voice was desperate, as if he hadn’t had sex in over a month. He knew it was acting, but he still fell for it every time…
Song Hyun-soo stroked Yoon Joo-ho’s cheek. And lightly brushed the lips caught on his thumb. He smudged and wiped away the lips with his name engraved inside with his fingertips. In the close distance where each other’s breaths leaked into their lips, their breathing kept getting tangled.
Lightly.
Yoon Joo-ho’s dry lips came closer and touched his upper lip before falling away.
He came closer and sat down, wrapping his arms around Song Hyun-soo’s waist. The cushions of the leather sofa creaked as they sank under his weight.
As Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, which was around his waist, wriggled and burrowed inside his t-shirt, the temperature in his head soared the moment his fingers touched his bare waist.
Song Hyun-soo pushed away Yoon Joo-ho’s chest as he lunged in for a kiss.
“Ah, I get it. I get it, so.”
“……”
“Go lock the door.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s eyes narrowed in front of his face. His thin lips parted as if to swallow Song Hyun-soo’s lips at any moment, and he let out a laugh.
He readily got up from his seat. Song Hyun-soo, watching his back as he ran a hand over the back of his neck and walked towards the door, felt his mouth dry. When he locked the entrance door and turned towards him, the front of his pants was noticeably bulging.
A YouTube video titled
Yoon Joo-ho was, well, impressive enough for such a video to exist.
Even in its natural state, his thing was eye-catching.
But now that he was erect, it was impossible not to look, even if he tried not to.
A neat suit. A shirt and pants with perfect neckline and shoulder lines, and a snug fit around the chest, sides, and waist. So well-tailored that it seemed obsessively meticulous…
And conflicting with that ascetic silhouette, a thick, erect penis that was so clearly outlined that it was bent.
Song Hyun-soo drank bottled water while making eye contact with Yoon Joo-ho, who was approaching.
Song Hyun-soo, who had stopped in front of him, hooked his fingers on the knot of his tie.
Song Hyun-soo put the bottled water down on the table and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, tugging at the end of the tie.
“Don’t loosen it.”
“Don’t loosen it?”
“I want to do it with you in a suit and tie, Sunbae.”
As he pulled the tie further, Yoon Joo-ho obediently leaned forward and was pulled in. His face, which had come close, narrowed his eyes and smiled mischievously.
“You’re so cheeky.”
“Not as much as you, Sunbae, who wants to do it here… euum, eum.”
Song Hyun-soo’s chin was lifted slightly, and the next moment, his lips were overlapped. His intention to protest melted away in the friction of their lips rubbing together.
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