By Zephyria 
Every time things didn’t go well during filming, Lee A-gon’s need to see Hae-jun increased.
If a car was nearby, he’d go to the car; if it was an open field, he’d pretend to sleep on his lap and suckle. During studio shoots, he’d do it in the waiting room, and even while moving, he’d fondle Hae-jun’s nipples and cock.
Hae-jun found it difficult, but he endured it, knowing how much Lee A-gon was struggling. However, he pleaded with him to at least maintain some decorum in front of others.
“Manager, the actor…”
“Manager, you were here. The actor is currently…”
“Manager.”
“Um, Manager, could you please…?”
As filming neared its end and stress levels peaked, Kim Jun-haeng’s nagging towards Lee A-gon intensified. He blamed Lee A-gon for filming delays and other actors’ mistakes. When the B-cam broke, or when the script supervisor’s shadow appeared in the frame requiring a reshoot, Kim Jun-haeng took out his frustration on Lee A-gon.
When Lee A-gon’s mood soured, the staff would immediately seek out Hae-jun, the manager. They would usher Hae-jun into Lee A-gon’s waiting room and close the door, telling him to cheer up the actor before filming.
“Hyung, I’m having a hard time.”
When they were alone, Lee A-gon would say that and spread his arms. Hae-jun had no choice. His Lee A-gon was telling him he was struggling. Hae-jun would unbutton his shirt and approach, and then Lee A-gon would place Hae-jun on his lap, rub his buttocks, and suckle his nipples.
“The actor said he’s sleepy right now.”
Now, it was common to see Lee A-gon sleeping on Hae-jun’s lap in a corner of the set. Of course, he wasn’t really sleeping. Each time, Lee A-gon would be suckling Hae-jun’s nipples.
Hae-jun started wearing a long scarf earlier than the season dictated, and whenever Lee A-gon sought his nipples, he would let the scarf hang down to conceal it.
Fingers, with their thick knuckles, repeatedly traced a path up and down over the loose t-shirt. Lee A-gon persistently massaged Hae-jun’s chest. His other hand was inside his pants. He touched the testicles, caressed the perineum, and then again took hold of the penis, squeezing it gently.
“Hyung, lift your shirt.”
Lee A-gon whispered, pausing his fondling of nipples and cock. Hae-jun obediently lifted his t-shirt. His nipples, long subjected to this treatment, were softly swollen. Their color, slightly darker than his original skin tone, had deepened, the tips turning reddish, and the areolas had also enlarged.
“Hyung… Hyung.”
Seeing that, Lee A-gon let out a pained groan and, unable to hold back, pulled out his penis.
“Hey, I told you we can’t do this outside.”
Hae-jun quickly zipped up Lee A-gon’s pants again. Exposing his chest was entirely different from exposing his penis. The latter left no room for excuses. He looked anxiously at the waiting room door. This waiting room didn’t even have a proper lock.
“I won’t go as far as penetration.”
“What if we get caught?”
“No one can see us. If anyone sees, I’ll blind them.”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
Making a silly joke, Lee A-gon pressed his penis against Hae-jun’s chest and rubbed it. The small nipple was brushed sideways against the glans. The sticky fluid from his urethra formed dew on the tip of the nipple.
“Shit.”
Seeing that, Lee A-gon cursed and rubbed his urethra more vigorously against the nipple. The nipple, sucked into the cleft of the glans, made a slurping sound. It sounded like the urethra and the breast were kissing.
Seeing that, Hae-jun finally became aroused. Hae-jun’s eyes widened as he watched the urethra bite and release the nipple. Blood rushed to his penis. It was so sensual and mouth-watering.
Hoo. Ha. They exhaled hot breaths side by side. Lee A-gon held his penis and slowly pumped. Chop, chwoook, jjup. As more fluid came from his urethra, the sound became wetter and more muffled. The urethra, having consumed the breast, nibbled and then suddenly ejaculated.
Lee A-gon, trembling slightly, wiped the nipple covered in white semen with his thumb. The semen-soaked nipple rolled and twisted under his moving thumb. Lee A-gon stared at the sight for a long time, then knelt before Hae-jun.
“Gasp!”
Hae-jun covered his mouth with both hands and arched his back. Lee A-gon put his penis into his mouth. Eung, eung, moans escaped. As Lee A-gon swallowed the penis deep into his throat, creating a vacuum, Hae-jun couldn’t hold on for long and immediately ejaculated.
Haa. Haa. They panted heavily, looking at each other. Hae-jun looked at Lee A-gon’s lips with longing.
He wanted to kiss him. But if he kissed him now, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop. It seemed Lee A-gon felt the same. He closed his eyes, wiped Hae-jun’s chest, and then pulled down his t-shirt, tidying his attire.
“Hyung, you became my manager to change my mind, right?”
In a much calmer state, Lee A-gon asked. Hae-jun nodded. Yes. I became your manager to see you.
“Then don’t come to the set anymore. We live together now, so you don’t need to be a manager. When I see you interacting with people outside, I can’t act. I get distracted.”
“Then what will you do when you get stressed?”
“I’ll call you.”
Lee A-gon gently stroked Hae-jun’s cheek. There was semen still smeared on it.
“If you’re here, I’ll spend all day thinking about touching you. I can’t concentrate on work. That causes me more stress.”
His lips approached and lightly kissed him before pulling away. Hae-jun swallowed hard. This side of Lee A-gon reminded him of when they were dating. Lee A-gon, who used to cry and beg him not to go to work. Lee A-gon, who was always so affectionate.
“If I do that… will you forgive me?”
“You already said you forgive me.”
Lee A-gon replied with a smile. Hae-jun shook his head.
“I’m not talking about forgiving me with words. Your heart hasn’t forgiven me yet. I want your sincerity, Lee A-gon.”
The smile on Lee A-gon’s lips slowly turned downwards. He stroked Hae-jun’s face.
“Is that so important?”
“Yes. It is.”
Hae-jun looked at Lee A-gon with an aching heart. He wanted to be forgiven. That process was essential to start dating again.
“If you listen to me carefully and just stay at home…”
“……”
“If you agree, then I will sincerely forgive you.”
“I’ll do as you say, Lee A-gon.”
Hae-jun steeled his resolve. As you say. As you wish. I’ll stay home, only looking at you, only waiting for you. And then, someday.
“Please, forgive me.”
∞ ∞ ∞
It was still Hae-jun’s job to wake Lee A-gon. When morning came, Hae-jun would go to Lee A-gon’s room and press his nipple to his lips. Then Lee A-gon would always snap awake, and for about twenty minutes afterward, he wouldn’t let go of Hae-jun’s nipple.
“Ow, Lee A-gon.”
There was a change, too. Lee A-gon, who had been suckling the nipple, would snatch Hae-jun and pin him to the bed. Then he would bind Hae-jun’s limbs and fondle his nipples and penis. His lips would move upwards, leading to kisses that were so tender and gentle, it felt like they had returned to their dating days.
“I’m leaving.”
After breakfast, they said goodbye at the front door. Lee A-gon embraced Hae-jun, kissed him, and then left the house. It felt like they were a loving young newlywed couple, but in reality, they weren’t even lovers yet.
Hae-jun had not yet been forgiven.
While Lee A-gon was away, Hae-jun did his chores. Since Lee A-gon didn’t like him going out, he tried to stay home as much as possible. Even if he went out for a bit, Lee A-gon wouldn’t know, but he didn’t want to lie.
Hae-jun was now sick of lying.
In the afternoon, a Helper would visit the house. Since Hae-jun wasn’t the type to just watch the elderly women clean, cook, and do laundry, he helped the Helper. Even though they told him it wasn’t necessary, he felt more apologetic just watching, so he would rinse mops or fold laundry.
Lee A-gon became increasingly busy, and the days he couldn’t come home at all grew. He seemed to try to sleep at home as much as possible, but when they went on location shoots in the provinces, there was no choice.
“I’m back.”
“Welcome home.”
Not being able to see each other’s faces every day made their relationship even more tender. When Lee A-gon returned home, Hae-jun would run to the entrance and embrace him. Then Lee A-gon would smile brightly. As if he were happy that his hyung waited for him.
“I’ll examine it.”
And then came the next step. The examination.
“Do you really have to?”
“We agreed to examine each other every day, hyung.”
When Hae-jun hesitated, Lee A-gon gently coaxed him. He stood still, as if he wouldn’t budge from the entrance until the examination was done, applying a gentle, unspoken pressure on Hae-jun.
Finally, Hae-jun, yielding to the pressure, took off his shirt. Then Lee A-gon, with a serious expression, observed Hae-jun’s nipples, tapping them with his finger, and Hae-jun’s nipples, as if they had been waiting, swelled.
There were no bite marks or suction marks. After moving Hae-jun’s nipples around, Lee A-gon immediately gave the next command.
“Now, bend over.”
From this point on, it was a little more embarrassing. Hae-jun slowly took off his pants and then bent over, bracing himself with both hands on his knees.
Lee A-gon, coming around behind him, placed his hands there. He held the area around the opening with his thumbs, gently spreading it left and right, and when it opened to its limit, he let go and let it close again.
Hae-jun closed his eyes and held his breath. He never got used to this examination, no matter how often it happened. Bending over under the bright lights and showing his backside was truly humiliating. And besides…