By Zephyria 
Han Seung-jae’s body slowly descended. Seo Yi-kyung felt lightheaded due to the scent of white cedar filling the narrow elevator.
Han Seung-jae slid his fingers between Seo Yi-kyung’s tie and pulled. As his glistening, saliva-slicked fingers moved back and forth a few times, the tie tightening around his neck loosened, making it much easier to breathe.
“Now, let’s get out of here.”
The elevator was still stopped on the first floor. Since no one had pressed a button, the doors wouldn’t open.
“Who would come?”
Moreover, the only people who typically used the elevator in this house were Han Seung-jae and Seo Yi-kyung. Everyone else usually took the stairs to the second floor. Seo Yi-kyung was well aware of this, but he felt he had to say something.
This was because Han Seung-jae’s hand, which had been loosening the tie, was now moving toward his suit. The vest parted, revealing the dress shirt Seo Yi-kyung was wearing. Han Seung-jae’s palm touched his chest, which was heaving up and down.
The dress shirt crumpled like a wave under Han Seung-jae’s fingertips. His thumb moved fluidly, brushing over the nipple. Han Seung-jae’s low voice rang out clearly.
“You should answer me.”
Seo Yi-kyung looked at Han Seung-jae and parted his lips. However, a groan escaped him as Han Seung-jae pinched and twisted his nipple.
“Ugh.”
“Did you forget already? I believe I told you to look me in the eyes when someone is speaking to you.”
Seo Yi-kyung lifted his head and gazed at Han Seung-jae. Han Seung-jae stroked his chest gently, as if praising him. Soon after, he began unbuttoning the dress shirt.
Seo Yi-kyung’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His trembling eyes flickered toward the closed elevator doors and then back. It seemed Han Seung-jae had forgotten where they even were. Or rather, it was more likely that he simply didn’t care.
Han Seung-jae’s fingers dove through the open buttons of the shirt and toyed with the nipple. He asked Seo Yi-kyung, who had been pushed into the corner of the elevator.
“Didn’t you say you didn’t like me?”
“T-that’s…”
The nipple, pushed upward by Han Seung-jae’s finger, was crushed.
“Speak comfortably.”
As he said this, Han Seung-jae’s fingers were moving explicitly. There was no way he could speak comfortably in such a state, and he feared that if he honestly said he didn’t like him, his nipple might be ripped off.
“Is it true that you don’t like me?”
“…”
Han Seung-jae pointed to the canvas leaning to one side.
“For someone like that, you certainly worked hard on this painting.”
Seo Yi-kyung also looked at the landscape painting of cherry blossoms in full bloom. He could easily guess how much effort had gone into it. Painting required more strength than it seemed. This body tended to be overcome by deep fatigue with even the slightest movement. To have painted such a high-quality landscape with a body like that…
Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t readily answer that it wasn’t true. But he couldn’t say it was true, either.
“About that. Seung-jae.”
He couldn’t bring himself to tell the truth—that the person who painted it wasn’t here.
“Y-you’re too close.”
Seo Yi-kyung reached up and grabbed Han Seung-jae’s wrist, which was still fondling his chest. Unlike before, Han Seung-jae’s hand was pulled away far too easily. Through the crumpled dress shirt, Seo Yi-kyung’s pale chest stood out. It wasn’t an illusion that one nipple was swollen red. Nor was it an illusion that a seductive, erotic scent was emanating from Seo Yi-kyung’s body.
“I thought you were asking me to touch you?”
Seo Yi-kyung blanked out, unable to understand Han Seung-jae’s words. When on earth had he said such a thing?
In the next moment, Han Seung-jae’s composed face drew closer.
“Or were you asking me to suck them?”
Han Seung-jae tilted his head slightly. Their noses brushed, and their lips were close enough to touch. Seo Yi-kyung quickly opened his mouth.
“No. I was asking you to accept the painting.”
Seo Yi-kyung glanced at the leaning painting. Which part of his words could have possibly sounded like that? He couldn’t understand.
Nevertheless, Han Seung-jae seemed completely uninterested in the painting as he grabbed Seo Yi-kyung’s chin and turned him toward himself.
“Since when?”
Han Seung-jae’s voice tickled his ear. Because of the extreme proximity, he could feel the other’s breath.
“I had no idea. That you felt that way about me.”
“There’s some mis—”
He was about to say there seemed to be a misunderstanding. But could he really dismiss it as a misunderstanding? The ‘Seo Yi-kyung’ who painted this had certainly intended to convey his feelings to Han Seung-jae. But he hadn’t been able to, and the current Seo Yi-kyung had brought this painting and was pleading with Han Seung-jae to accept it.
Though he hadn’t thought that deeply about it, it made sense why Han Seung-jae was acting this way.
‘What do I do?’
It felt like something had gone seriously wrong.
Han Seung-jae flicked out his tongue and licked Seo Yi-kyung’s squirming lips. After tasting him, their lips met.
“Mmm…”
Seo Yi-kyung didn’t even realize his body was being pulled along as their tongues rubbed together and Han Seung-jae’s tongue licked the tender membranes inside his cheek. While their lips remained locked, Han Seung-jae undid the buckle of Seo Yi-kyung’s suit trousers. Soon, the pants were stripped off, and the dark-colored drawers were pulled down. A thick scent of roses spread through the elevator.
“Ah, ngh!”
By the time Seo Yi-kyung regained his senses, he was lying on the floor of the elevator.
With a flushed face, Seo Yi-kyung spotted the canvas by his head. However, he couldn’t focus on it. His stripped suit trousers were currently caught around his thighs.
Han Seung-jae rubbed his exposed member against the cleft of Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks. Seo Yi-kyung winced at the hot, hard sensation. He extended one arm to block Han Seung-jae.
“Wait a moment, Seung-jae.”
But Seo Yi-kyung’s arm was folded back without any real resistance. Han Seung-jae stroked the member he held and rubbed it up and down against the hole.
This was an elevator. If anyone pressed a button, the doors would open, and they would see the two of them entangled.
Seo Yi-kyung twisted his defenseless, exposed buttocks. Han Seung-jae’s member slid against the hole before stabbing into his thigh.
“Ah!”
A groan escaped Seo Yi-kyung as a muscle spasm shot from his thigh up to his waist. Short breaths escaped him as if a cock had already been inserted, forcing the hole open.
Seo Yi-kyung’s tie was loosely undone and swaying, and his suit jacket and dress shirt were crumpled. Furthermore, if anyone saw him with his pants off and his white buttocks exposed, it would be a disaster.
Out of shame, Seo Yi-kyung felt he might never be able to come down to the first floor again. But Han Seung-jae didn’t seem to care about any of that. He stripped away the remaining suit trousers and drawers that were in the way. Holding the waist with one hand, he pressed his member firmly against the hole. The hole, already leaking love fluid, seemed to split open as the glans was sucked inside.
Seo Yi-kyung’s lips parted. He raised his hand to cover his mouth. His only thought was that no one must hear him and press the elevator button. Without being able to let out a single scream, he felt the sensation of the member entering him in full.
Seo Yi-kyung’s waist jerked. Han Seung-jae shoved his member in to the root before pulling back. Seo Yi-kyung swallowed a gasp and squeezed words through the fingers covering his mouth.
“I… I asked you to accept the painting.”
He hadn’t asked him to fuck him.
But what on earth was this situation? Seo Yi-kyung had never imagined he would end up with his buttocks exposed inside an elevator. However, Han Seung-jae moved his hips loosely and pulled away the palm covering Seo Yi-kyung’s mouth.
“Breathe slowly. Don’t faint.”
“Ha, ah… please take… this out.”
Following Han Seung-jae’s lead, Seo Yi-kyung parted his lips slightly and let out a long breath, feeling the foreign object occupying his lower abdomen as an overwhelming burden. Because of this, his words leaked out in fragments, but Han Seung-jae seemed to understand everything. He pulled back slightly and then pushed inside again. This caused Seo Yi-kyung’s head to slide upward.
After only a couple of movements up and down, Seo Yi-kyung’s head had shot up that much. He was on the verge of colliding with the wall.
Han Seung-jae pulled his member out in one go and lifted Seo Yi-kyung’s body. Seo Yi-kyung’s staggering body seemed to fall into Han Seung-jae’s arms, but as he tried to escape, his back slammed against the elevator wall.
Seo Yi-kyung felt the tongue invading his mouth was hot. The way he pushed forward without giving him room to breathe was equally overwhelming. Han Seung-jae delved in obsessively, entangling and sucking on Seo Yi-kyung’s squirming tongue, gathering every bit of saliva from beneath it.
“Didn’t you hear a sound just now?”
Just then, a commotion was heard outside the elevator. While sucking on Seo Yi-kyung’s lower lip, Han Seung-jae reached out a long finger and pressed a button. Seo Yi-kyung felt a sudden illusion of being plunged downward.
The elevator doors opened in the basement.
“Ngh.”
Seo Yi-kyung practically scrambled out. His crumpled suit jacket and loosely undone tie swayed. His white thighs were briefly revealed before he was dragged back inside.
The elevator doors closed, and Seo Yi-kyung let out a ragged breath. The sensation of his waist being gripped from behind and the feeling against the cleft of his buttocks was vivid. Soon, his rear was forced open, and the member dove inside. Seo Yi-kyung bent his upper body halfway and braced himself against the elevator wall with both hands.
He looked down at the landscape painting on the floor.
Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body was lifted by a hand wrapping around his chin. Han Seung-jae shoved his member in and reached forward to turn Seo Yi-kyung’s face back toward him.
With his neck tilted, Seo Yi-kyung’s lips trembled. Just before those lips, deep in color like a ripe fruit, were swallowed, Han Seung-jae’s voice rang out.
“If you’re going to make a face that looks so desperate to escape, you shouldn’t have provoked me.”