RB 81

As soon as he returned to the mansion, Eunho collapsed onto the sofa. Maybe it was because he had been tense for hours, but his whole body throbbed as if he had muscle pain.

After Eunho slumped on the sofa, Yeorok came in soon after. They had agreed to talk briefly in Yeorok’s private study after the event ended.

He first loosened the tight bow tie. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his collar. While he unfastened his watch, his gaze stayed fixed on Eunho. Eunho’s body was limp against the back of the sofa, his arms and legs sprawled like a soaked blanket.

“You’re drained.”

Yeorok muttered with a laugh. As he approached, more relaxed now, Eunho slowly straightened his back. His posture was proper, but his eyes were still unfocused.

“I don’t know if I did well today.”

“You did very well.”

Yeorok tousled Eunho’s hair lightly. It was sincere praise. Today, Sim Eunho had been the perfect Choi Yoonho, flawless by every measure, even by Yeorok’s standards.

Eunho nodded. If that was true, it was a relief.

Normally, he would feel nervous even in front of Yeorok, but right now, he had no energy to even move a finger. He sat there completely drained, only letting Yeorok’s hand move as it wished. Yeorok’s touch on his stiff neck was gentle, and a relaxed breath escaped Eunho’s lips without him realizing.

The seat beside him sank, then Yeorok took Eunho’s left leg and lifted it. In one quick motion, he rolled up his pant leg and examined his shin closely. The middle of the leg, which should have been smooth, was slightly swollen.

“Looks like a bruise will form.”

His hand moved over the shin with care. Eunho let out a deflated laugh.

“I didn’t think you’d kick me.”

“I usually ignore whatever nonsense Choi Yoonho does. But today was a special occasion, so I had no choice.”

Yeorok leaned back against the sofa. He looked tired too, which was rare for him.

Time passed quietly. After completing an important task, something like camaraderie lingered between them.

As they both sat there, breathing evenly, Yeorok suddenly brushed his bangs back slowly.

“I feel like I should give you a reward. If you want something, tell me one thing.”

“Right now?”

Eunho straightened his back stiffly. When he turned sideways, Yeorok met his gaze from where his head rested against the sofa. His posture was loose, but his eyes were unwavering.

“Sim Eunho-ssi, who never want anything, if not now, you’ll lose your chance.”

“…I can’t think of anything right away.”

Yeorok pretended to be generous and said he would give him three minutes to think. Eunho looked down at his wristwatch. The second hand moved far too fast. He didn’t want to waste a rare chance.

“Then, today… can I sleep with you?”

Yeorok raised an eyebrow. He slowly straightened his back and wrapped his hand around Eunho’s nape. As he pulled him closer, about to kiss him, Eunho startled and grabbed his shoulder.

“No, not that! I meant, actually sleeping!”

“Ah, you mean you want to go to bed together.”

Eunho raised his eyes carefully. Maybe it was too much to ask. Even he felt he had crossed the line.

Sharing a bed was a private matter. And this wasn’t Yeorok’s officetel but his real home. Naturally, Eunho became cautious.

But Yeorok didn’t seem bothered at all. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and called Seo Taehwa.

“I think it’ll take a while since we have a lot to talk about. Sim Eunho-ssi will stay here tonight, so keep that in mind.”

After giving that brief notice, he tossed the phone aside. When he asked, “Satisfied now?” Eunho nodded.

His face showed contentment. His cheeks were puffed slightly, and his lowered eyes looked gentle. It was completely different from the look he had shown in the banquet hall.

Yeorok turned his body, resting his head on his hand in a relaxed pose.

“So, you mean you don’t need sex?”

“……”

The flush on Eunho’s cheeks spread to his forehead and nape. When he was Choi Yoonho, he had thrown out crude words like “fucking” or “dick” without a second thought, but once he shed that shell, his soft original self returned.

“If you want to, Chairman.”

Yeorok’s lips curved in an alluring line. Instead of answering, he chose to act.

Before Eunho realized, he had pushed him down and climbed on top of him. Their legs tangled as he leaned in, and Eunho felt the warm breath brush against him.

Yeorok smiled elegantly in front of him. He knew that right now, his face was exactly the one Eunho loved so desperately.

“You worked hard so tonight I’ll happily serve you.”

Yeorok bowed his head and bit the end of the red ribbon. The ribbon between his teeth pulled, and the choker knot slipped apart.

Eunho closed his eyes slowly. He had no way to resist such seduction. His heart felt like it would explode.

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The sound of skin and leather rubbing against each other resonated incessantly. Clothes, carelessly thrown out, were strewn beneath the sofa.

“Ha, ah, yes, ugh!”

Eunho lay on his side and tore at the leather sofa as pleasure wracked his body. Every time the penis entered, he let out panting groans. Something in his belly pressed like a button, and every thrust squeezed out thin clear fluids from his tip.

Yeorok watched each movement and kept thrusting his hips. He drummed his way into the wide open space between Eunho’s legs while one of Eunho’s thighs hung over his shoulder. Because of the position, their groins met closer than usual.

Yeorok licked near his shin where bruises had started. The bare leg, without a single hair, slid smoothly along the length of his tongue. When Yeorok licked, Eunho’s toes, thrown over his shoulder, trembled.

Eunho’s knee creases were soaked with sweat from the relentless acts. Sweat wet, then dried, then wet again, and bare skin stuck together in a sticky mess.

Yeorok looked down and smiled. This position was the hardest for Sim Eunho to endure. Yeorok hit the exact sensitive spot and the spasms in Eunho’s thigh never stopped.

“Even an aphrodisiac won’t make you feel this much.”

Eunho had no strength to answer. The pleasure hit without warning and tears and snot ran down his face. This felt like torture more than a reward. The climaxes kept coming without end, and he felt like he would die from it.

“Ha, the space is tight.”

Yeorok swept his wet bangs back and scanned the ruined sofa. Heat had pooled into the cramped seat and every move only added to the discomfort.

He pulled the limp Sim Eunho up close onto his thigh to change position. The moment the position changed, his penis hit deeper and Eunho shuddered briefly.

When Yeorok pressed their lips together to soothe him, Eunho, despite his daze, kissed him back. Yeorok’d penis continued going into and out of the tight hole as they shared a wet kiss. Eunho hugged Yeorok’s shoulder and moaned.

“Huu, Chairman… huu, again, it’s coming out.”

“I know, it’s leaking.”

Eunho’s penis looked pitiful now. It throbbed stuck between his belly and now the semen looked thin and almost translucent. There was nothing left to come, but he was still hard.

Yeorok pushed off the sofa and stood. He carried Eunho and walked. The door opened to a dressing room from the study. Another door from there led to the bedroom.

Each step made the penis inside Eunho strike his inner walls. Unable to bear the tickling, Eunho squeezed his rear. That squeeze held back Yeorok’s steps. They didn’t make it to the bed and instead they fucked against the wall and finished there.

Eunho, who had been pounded for a long time, clung to Yeorok’s strong shoulder. He started to tremble uncontrollably and to scratch Yeorok’s skin with short nails.

Then a stream burst from his penis.

“Ah! Ack! Huu!”

Even with Eunho’s shouts, Yeorok didn’t care and drove his cock deeper. Each time he hit inside, fluid sprayed and Eunho’s inner walls clenched.

“Ha, relax.”

Yeorok whispered in his ear because he couldn’t hold back, but Eunho was out of his mind. He did not relax; he tightened his inner muscles even more. His trembling thighs squeezed Yeorok’s waist, and his crossed ankles locked together tightly.

When Eunho reached a long climax and his whole body clenched, Yeorok couldn’t hold back either and came.

“…I can’t. Nothing more will come now.”

Eunho said before he went limp. His arms managed to hook only over the shoulder, and the two legs around Yeorok’s waist fell without strength.

Eunho’s unconscious body felt heavier than usual. Yeorok held him and walked to the bed.

The body that had lost consciousness had all the tension melt away and lay limp. Yeorok moved his hips slowly and enjoyed a leisurely ending until the last.

Suddenly he saw Eunho’s testicles and rolled them with his hand. They had shriveled and looked pitiful instead of full. He thought for a moment that maybe he had gone too far.

But Sim Eunho usually came two or three times, so this was not a big difference. He had fainted from lack of stamina and from the aftermath of excessive climax.

Yeorok finally pulled out his cock. He took off the condom full of semen and tousled Eunho’s wet hair lightly. Unlike his partner, he looked very refreshed.

He suddenly laughed. Both of them were covered in sweat and bodily fluids. They couldn’t sleep like this, so Yeorok held Eunho and went to the bathroom.

He washed him, dressed him, and dried his wet hair with care. Sim Eunho probably didn’t know that Yeorok had never shown such care to anyone in his life.

“You had to see this… such a waste.”

Yeorok tapped the tip of Eunho’s nose while Eunho lay in his arms. Eunho slept deeply and showed no reaction. Later he would beat the ground and regret it.