#48

Jung-hyun glanced at Shin Ho-jae and gradually increased his speed as he sucked on the shaft. An obscene, slurping sound, like someone sucking on a lollipop, echoed through the room. Simultaneously, an almost maddening pleasure surged.

“Ha….”

Unable to hold it back any longer, a gasp escaped Shin Ho-jae’s lips. As if that were a signal, Jung-hyun massaged his testicles with one hand while shoving the shaft deep into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Shin Ho-jae’s hands remained exactly where Jung-hyun had positioned them, without a hint of strength applied. No, it would be more accurate to say he didn’t know what to do.

Shin Ho-jae gripped Jung-hyun’s head with both hands, pouring all his strength into fighting the instinct to thrust his hips upward. Because he was so focused on that single task, he didn’t even notice that his waist was beginning to move slightly.

“Mmm, ugh….”

He likely wouldn’t have noticed at all if Jung-hyun hadn’t momentarily pulled his head back, as if the act were becoming too overwhelming.

The moment he was released, the cold air hit his member. Only then did Shin Ho-jae regain some clarity; blinking eyes flushed with lust, he looked down between his legs.

Kwon Jung-hyun was looking up at him, coughing slightly. The docile eyes gazing up at him were glistening, wet with tears.

Exhaling a hot breath, Shin Ho-jae stared blankly down at that face. Without realizing it, he moved his thumb to brush away the tear clinging to the corner of the other’s eye.

At that, Jung-hyun straightened his back, unfolding the knees he had been kneeling on. As they kissed, Jung-hyun shifted his weight, causing both of them to collapse onto the bed together.

Their tongues intertwined. A soft, teasing kiss followed. Ho-jae slowly followed his tongue, tracing its movements. Everything that touched his tongue felt blunt and sweet, as if it had been preserved in sugar.

Jung-hyun reached out, gripped Ho-jae’s member, and began to stroke it. Simultaneously, a hard piece of flesh thudded against his lower abdomen.

It was Jung-hyun’s member, which had become erect again at some point. Ho-jae gripped Jung-hyun’s member, his own, and Jung-hyun’s hand all at once.

“Ugh, mm…. Mph.”

Perhaps overwhelmed by Ho-jae’s grip—which was tight and fast—Jung-hyun furrowed his brow and tried to pull his lips away.

Without taking his eyes off that face, Shin Ho-jae used his remaining hand to press the back of Jung-hyun’s head down. Their mouths opened again, and their tongues mingled. A violent kiss followed, as if he were trying to suck the very breath out of him.

Along with it, a tingling sensation climbed from the tips of his toes and pooled in his erect member. The tip of the penis twitched, signaling an imminent ejaculation.

* * *

After finishing a shower with hot water, he felt quite lethargic.

Jung-hyun turned on the dryer but put it down before his hair was completely dry. This was enough. It would dry on its own if left alone.

No matter how much he had been exposed to pheromones today, seeing how exhausted his body felt after only two ejaculations—as if he had been having sex all night—it seemed he really was getting older.

Or perhaps it was simply because of who the partner was. Not only was he panting because he felt more than usual throughout the act, but the energy he unconsciously spent wanting to remember every small habit or quirk was considerable.

Chuckling at the trivial thought, Jung-hyun tied the belt of his bathrobe. Suddenly, he craved a cigarette. With that thought, he stepped out of the powder room, revealing the bedroom where he had been rolling around with Shin Ho-jae until a moment ago.

Jung-hyun stopped for a moment at the boundary between the bedroom and the powder room. He had witnessed an unexpected sight.

Shin Ho-jae was lying naked on the bed. Seeing his back remain motionless even at the sound of someone approaching, it seemed he had fallen asleep.

It was understandable that he would be tired, as he must be putting the finishing touches on his season preparations these days.

Furthermore, since they limited their meeting place to Jung-hyun’s house in Seoul every time, the journey here must have been exhausting. In his heart, he wanted to let him use one of the cars in the garage, but he knew Ho-jae wouldn’t accept it so easily.

‘I’m telling you this because I’d prefer it if no one saw me with the CEO.’

The reason he started being mindful of the location was because of something Shin Ho-jae had told him once. Shin Ho-jae himself might have forgotten, but for the person who heard it, it was impossible not to care.

Taking care not to make a sound, Jung-hyun walked carefully to the other side of the bed. He could see the face of the soundly sleeping Shin Ho-jae.

“…….”

Jung-hyun looked at that face as if it were something wondrous.

He had naturally assumed Ho-jae would have left while he was washing. Out of habit, Jung-hyun first checked the time.

There were still about ten minutes left until the two-hour mark. Then it would be fine to leave him like this for ten minutes.

Jung-hyun sat beside him very slowly, so as not to shake the mattress. Shin Ho-jae remained deep in sleep.

Instead of looking for a cigarette, Jung-hyun quietly caressed his face with his eyes. Before he knew it, the urge to smoke had completely vanished.

Shin Ho-jae was fundamentally kind.

His blunt impression was merely because he didn’t know how to give empty compliments; he knew how to cherish and love his people more than anyone.

He had felt it vaguely even when watching from afar, but seeing it right beside him made it even clearer.

His strength came from that very kindness. A kindness that had grown, rooted very firmly from deep within.

That must be why he was spending time with him like this, to keep the promise he had made.

The kisses he occasionally initiated, the touch that brushed away tears—they were likely just manifestations of that deep-rooted kindness, meaning nothing more.

However, unlike Shin Ho-jae, he was a human being who was selfish to the bone.

When Shin Ho-jae knelt before him, he could have said that Yuk Du-min’s matter was naturally something to be handled at the club level.

He could have raised the kneeling man from his spot and told him there was no need to go this far, and that it would be better for their relationship to return to that of a normal club owner and player.

If he had done that, he and Shin Ho-jae might have become a very ideal owner-player pair. But he didn’t.

Despite claiming that he found him so disgusting he couldn’t even kiss him, he found it irritating that Ho-jae would go as far as kneeling to help a friend who wore women’s underwear.

No, in truth, he felt a secret jealousy toward Yuk Du-min, someone precious enough for Shin Ho-jae to go that far for.

Actually, the truth was that regardless of any agreed-upon relationship, he simply wanted to touch him and kiss him to his heart’s content.

His decision had not been wrong. The feeling of emptiness had only been at the beginning; the time spent kissing him regularly for two hours a week and reaching ejaculation by his hand brought Jung-hyun deep satisfaction.

By repeating these acts, he had also discovered something. It seemed Shin Ho-jae had no experience.

At first, he thought it was because of a reluctance toward acts with men, but Ho-jae acted like a boy inexperienced in sex every time. His face would stiffen at explicit words, his actions lacked consideration, and his kisses were rough and clumsy.

He had naturally assumed Ho-jae would be proficient in such things, but it seemed that had been too self-centered a thought. Jung-hyun smirked.

After discovering that fact, he had hesitated to move to the next stage. It didn’t matter if his own first time was gone, but it was a different story if it was Shin Ho-jae’s first time.

Shouldn’t it be left for someone he truly connected with, to be done in an atmosphere of mutual love and happiness?

He had no answer if asked why he was having such foolish thoughts at this point.

But wasn’t Shin Ho-jae doing things he might never have had to experience in his life because of him? Yet, conversely, it meant that he was the one who could take Shin Ho-jae’s first time.

Thinking that way, a slight sense of guilt, a trivial sense of superiority, and a surging desire for conquest arose simultaneously. He couldn’t figure out what he actually wanted to do.

In the room, only the low hum of the air purifier could be heard. Shin Ho-jae was sleeping quietly, without even a sound of breathing.

The sight of Shin Ho-jae sleeping in his bedroom was surreal. If he had told his self from four years ago, he wouldn’t have believed it.

Looking at his face like this, memories of the past—which he thought he had forgotten, crushed by reality—came back to him.

His younger, foolish self.

The heart that had been foolishly, intensely hot back then.

Jung-hyun very slowly etched the face of the sleeping Shin Ho-jae into his mind. Then, he slowly lowered his head.

It was just as his dry lips lightly touched and left the small mole on the bridge of Ho-jae’s nose.

Along with the loud sound of the doorbell, he heard someone calling his name. Jung-hyun snapped his upper body upright.

Remembering that he was still in his robe, Jung-hyun clicked his tongue. A brief conflict arose, but he decided it would be better to make the visitor wait a little longer outside than to go out dressed like this.

It took about three minutes to put on a shirt and pants. During that time, the loud commotion continued. Feeling a cold sweat break out, Jung-hyun practically ran down to the front door.

“…Mother.”

“Jung-hyun.”

Through a gap smaller than a finger’s width, he saw a face that looked exactly like his own. The whites of her eyes were flushed red. He could see the veins standing out in her neck from how much she had been screaming outside.

Jung-hyun closed the door slightly and unlocked the chain. She burst into the house as if pouring in.

“Why did you have the chain on? I told you I was coming today. Do you know how many minutes I waited outside? Have you thought about how it feels for me to be lingering outside, unable to enter my only son’s house?”

“…I’m sorry. I had a guest over for a moment.”

“A guest? Who? What on earth were you doing in this house to make me stand outside for several minutes? You aren’t hiding something from your mother, are you?”

“I was in a video conference in the inner room. I had earphones in, so I heard the doorbell too late. I’m sorry.”

His mother opened her eyes wide and meticulously scanned the shoe rack and the hallway. Shin Ho-jae’s sneakers were placed neatly to one side, but his mother passed the entrance with a face full of agitation.

She placed the crocodile leather handbag she was carrying on the kitchen table. It was a bag that looked too heavy for his slender mother to carry. She quietly smoothed her disheveled hair and asked in a murmur.

“Why is the hair of a boy who was in a meeting wet?”

“…….”

49 – PUCK DROP