By Zephyria Yoon Joo-ho, who had been kissing him deeply, pushed his tongue inside Song Hyun-soo’s upper lip. Song Hyun-soo’s eyes snapped open in surprise at the slightly cool sensation of his tongue. Yoon Joo-ho also looked down at Song Hyun-soo, his eyes open.
Yoon Joo-ho’s tongue traced the mucous membrane behind his upper lip. As he gasped, unable to bear the ticklish sensation, and parted his lips, Yoon Joo-ho’s tongue slid further inside without hesitation. The sensation of Yoon Joo-ho’s tongue rubbing against his own, filling his mouth, was enough to sever something in his mind.
There was no need to pretend otherwise.
There was no need to ask why this was happening, to push him away or refuse.
That would have been the awkward thing to do.
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, which had been covering the back of Song Hyun-soo’s left hand, dug between his fingers and squeezed tightly. Song Hyun-soo also tightened his grip, holding onto his fingers. He tangled his tongue with Yoon Joo-ho’s.
“Mmm.”
A low groan, like a sigh, echoed from deep within his throat.
Yoon Joo-ho guided Song Hyun-soo’s left hand to his own neck. Naturally, his body turned, and the moment they stood face to face, Song Hyun-soo was pushed against the floor-to-ceiling window with a rather loud sound.
“Gasp!”
He felt a dull pain in his back from the rough impact, but he didn’t care.
From that moment on, they attacked each other frantically. They parted their lips to take in the other, tasting the smooth texture of tongues and saliva. The kiss was intense, breath-stealing. Yoon Joo-ho pressed his entire body against Song Hyun-soo, as if pouring all his desires into him.
They didn’t close their eyes tightly like boys and girls. While fully savoring Yoon Joo-ho’s eyes, huddled beneath his long lashes, he knew that eye contact was an act of possession as intimate as a kiss.
Right now, he was kissing Yoon Joo-ho.
He needed to keep looking at the person in front of him, if only to be aware of it.
In Yoon Joo-ho’s eyes, Song Hyun-soo recalled the city lights spread out behind him, eighty-one floors below. A shiver ran down his spine at the dizzying height, and his neck retracted.
“Hngh, gasp.”
He pulled Yoon Joo-ho’s neck tighter, sucking his upper lip until it tingled.
Yoon Joo-ho’s hands, which had been holding Song Hyun-soo’s waist over his shirt, tightened their grip as he slipped his hands inside the jacket.
“Mmm. Mm.”
The tip of Yoon Joo-ho’s tongue, rolling over Song Hyun-soo’s own and stimulating the area behind his upper lip, sucking at his flesh, shook his senses. He had to try hard not to imagine his erection against his lower abdomen. He was sure Yoon Joo-ho was experiencing the same.
It felt as if both Song Hyun-soo and Yoon Joo-ho had subconsciously anticipated this. That something like this would happen someday.
Yoon Joo-ho, who had been pressing Song Hyun-soo against the glass window behind him as if to throw himself out, slowly relaxed his grip.
With a panting breath still filled with the afterglow of arousal, his tongue slid out of his mouth. As their breathing almost returned to normal, he rested his forehead on Song Hyun-soo’s right shoulder and exhaled deeply.
As the heat of the kiss began to subside, the arms around his neck felt awkward. Hesitantly, he began to lower his arms when Yoon Joo-ho lifted his head. Then, he lifted Song Hyun-soo’s chin.
He gazed at the face in his hands for a long time.
“I can’t figure it out.”
His breath still held the red afterglow of the kiss. The light gasps between syllables tickled Song Hyun-soo’s philtrum and cheek.
“Figure what out?”
“Whether your taste has changed.”
“You should have thought about that before kissing me…”
Yoon Joo-ho’s thumb, holding his chin, pulled Song Hyun-soo’s lower lip down. He seemed fascinated by the rather full lips, different from his own, and mashed them back and forth.
When Song Hyun-soo pushed his arms down and glared, Yoon Joo-ho finally chuckled and released his lips.
“I put some lip gloss on the table over there, so put some on.”
He checked his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window behind Song Hyun-soo and straightened his disheveled clothes. Strangely, Song Hyun-soo felt the urge to rush at him again.
“Come out when your face calms down a bit.”
“What’s wrong with my face?”
He unconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek.
But Yoon Joo-ho just laughed emptily and lightly tapped Song Hyun-soo’s forehead with his palm.
He walked to the sofa, put on his jacket, and left the room first. Song Hyun-soo, who had been leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window until then, unconsciously gnawed on his lower lip. He had bitten, sucked, and chewed it so passionately that Yoon Joo-ho’s sensation still lingered there.
As he pushed himself up from the wall, he paused and glanced back at his reflection in the mirror-like window. He didn’t know what Yoon Joo-ho had found in this face, but a strong intuition struck him.
It looks like I’m going to sleep with Yoon Joo-ho tonight.
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The car that had taken him to the hotel was an Escalade.
After the party, when he followed Yoon Joo-ho down to the underground parking lot, a Mercedes-Benz Sprinter was waiting.
Yoon Joo-ho led him to the parking lot as if they had made plans to move together.
11 PM. The party had lasted five hours, but Song Hyun-soo thought it was still early for superstar Yoon Joo-ho to finish his birthday celebration. In fact, many of the guests seemed to be teaming up to find a second venue. However, Yoon Joo-ho rejected all invitations to join them.
As the car merged onto the road, Song Hyun-soo glanced at the passenger seat and said,
“I thought you’d go for a second round with your friends.”
“Friends?”
Yoon Joo-ho retorted, searching for his cigarette case. He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and added with a snort,
“I’m not a kid. Not everyone who comes to a birthday party is a friend.”
After lighting it, he shook the cigarette case towards Song Hyun-soo as if asking if he wanted one. When Song Hyun-soo nodded, instead of giving him the whole pack, he took out one cigarette and handed it over. Then, he leaned forward and reached out to light it. It was a gesture to light it for him.
He considered refusing and lighting it himself, but it seemed funnier to accept, so he simply brought the tip of the cigarette to the flame of the lighter. He ignored Yoon Joo-ho’s blatant gaze, which was hotter than the flame, as he stared at his profile.
Yoon Joo-ho took a deep drag, leaning his head against the headrest, and turned to look at him.
“You said you’d make me a cocktail at home. And you want me to go to a second round?”
“I didn’t say you should go. I just thought you would.”
“You made Jeong Seong-won a ‘Kiss of Fire.’ Not just a kiss, but a Kiss, of, Fire.”
He had forgotten. That he held grudges for a long time.
“You told me about jealousy, but you were jealous too, weren’t you, sunbae?”
It was a brave statement.
“Jealousy?”
Yoon Joo-ho repeated the word, frowning as if he had never heard it before. Then, he brought the filter to his lips and shook his head.
“I didn’t like seeing you flirting with someone I dislike. But that’s not jealousy.”
“That sounds like jealousy.”
“It means I dislike Jeong Seong-won that much.”
Yes, let’s go with that. I’ll assume sunbae is a person who never gets jealous. It’s fine. That’s part of your charm.
But you can’t control my thoughts.
Even if you don’t know it, I know. That it was jealousy.
The Sprinter, with its massive size that could be called a small house, made a wide left turn towards Olympic Road, leaving the Jamsil Station intersection. Looking at the night view outside the car window, Song Hyun-soo inhaled the smoke deeper than usual.
If they went to Yoon Joo-ho’s house like this, something was bound to happen. Whether it was anticipation or anxiety, Song Hyun-soo, who had been smoking for a while, flicked the ash and spoke.
“I didn’t know you were into men too.”
The moment he said that, Song Hyun-soo understood why Yoon Joo-ho had specifically changed cars for the ride home.
This car had a full partition installed between the front row and the second row. The privacy glass, painted black, ensured complete privacy. He must have brought this car so they could have this conversation comfortably. Though it wasn’t a significant thought, Song Hyun-soo dwelled on it like grasping at straws.
Yoon Joo-ho pointed to his face with the hand holding the cigarette.
“Do I look like I’d play games like that?”
“…”
No. Not at all. You look like you could charm everyone in the world, regardless of gender or age.
“What if I had slapped you? What would you have done then?”
Yoon Joo-ho chuckled softly, lowering his voice. He took a puff of his cigarette, resting his elbow on the armrest, and exhaled a long stream of smoke.
“I have many junior male fans who admire and follow me as a man. I know very well how they look at me.”
“…”
“It’s different from how you look at me.”
Yoon Joo-ho added, lowering his head and tapping his cigarette into the portable ashtray.
“I wasn’t sure at first because you don’t have that typical feeling of men being held by men, but…”
Yoon Joo-ho rubbed the back of his neck as if to loosen a stiff joint, without lifting his head. He turned only his chin towards Song Hyun-soo, his eyes hungry despite his gentle tone. It reminded him of the kiss just moments ago.