GCT 33

Yohan had indeed resigned from the FBI, but Nasim had advised him to think it over and suggested a leave of absence, so he had no choice but to accept the offer.

Lear seemed quite dissatisfied with Yohan for rescinding his resignation, but when Yohan made the excuse that he didn’t have many people to invite to the wedding and wanted at least his coworkers to come, Lear accepted it for the time being.

And so, the trip that Yohan—now on leave instead of resigned—and Lear took for a break was to Las Vegas.

Yohan had said the hotel room last time was so nice and that this time he wanted to properly enjoy Las Vegas, so they had no choice. Besides, Las Vegas was, in many ways, a convenient place to prepare for a wedding.

For one, it was a city as glamorous as Yohan’s taste in loud shirts, and it offered a diverse wedding system. Unexpectedly, Yohan wanted to invite people and have a lavish party in a hotel banquet hall.

The reason was that when he was young, one of his school friends had a quinceañera8) at a hotel for her 15th birthday, and it was so much fun that he had wanted to do something similar if he ever got the chance.

Lear was satisfied with this glimpse of Yohan’s unexpectedly innocent side, but he wasn’t at all fond of the fact that Yohan had a school friend who had a quinceañera or the concept of a lavish party at a hotel. Still, Lear decided to grant all of Yohan’s wishes. He felt that if he didn’t cater to his tastes, Yohan might just run away.

For that reason, the two once again found themselves staying in a penthouse suite that captured the glamorous scenery of Las Vegas. And Lear hired a wedding planner who was said to be incredibly famous. Her name was Ashley Gubelman, and she had coordinated countless Hollywood celebrity weddings.

“…Then, for the band, I will book Sweeney as we discussed.”

“Yes, please. And ask them to play mainly upbeat songs. A lot of Sweeney’s music is mellow… My fiancé is very energetic. He really hates dancing to things like the blues.”

Yohan did like upbeat music, but he felt embarrassed that Lear had gone so far as to say that to Ashley. She didn’t say anything in particular, but it felt as if she were thinking, ‘If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to hire a Bollywood band instead of a Hollywood one?’

“Ahem, hem!“

Yohan cleared his throat a couple of times and needlessly gulped down some water. Whenever Lear saw Yohan getting shy, he found him so cute that he wanted to pin him down on the sofa right then and there and shower him with kisses. Of course, he was restraining himself, knowing that if he actually did such a thing, he would probably get beaten to a pulp by Yohan.

“It seems the band booking is settled. Now, shall we try on the wedding attire?”

Ashley had come over first thing in the morning and had been hounding them, so Yohan thought he could finally rest, but at the mention of trying on formalwear, he blurted out his true feelings without thinking.

“Do we really have to get custom suits like this?”

“Pardon?”

The planner was taken aback by Yohan’s words.

“It’s just… I was thinking, isn’t it enough to wear a decent suit and pin on a boutonnière?”

He didn’t say more, feeling self-conscious, but he thought it was a waste of money for something he would only wear once. He was even beginning to regret suggesting a fancy wedding. However, Ashley, whose eyes had gone wide at Yohan’s words, looked as if this was one thing she absolutely could not tolerate.

“A decent suit, you say!”

“Well…”

“There is no such thing as a ‘decent suit’.”

Ashley said sharply and clapped her hands. At that, her assistants brought in a ton of clothes.

“All of this…”

“They’re samples. We’ll make some alterations. Today is just about looking at styles and choosing a designer, so there’s no need to be so intimidated.”

Lear, who had been wearing an expression of agreement with Ashley the whole time, shot up from his seat at the mention of trying on clothes.

“I’m going to step out for a bit.”

“Huh?”

Yohan put on the most pitiful expression he could muster. He thought that if he did, Lear would stay by his side and take his part. However, contrary to Yohan’s expectations, Lear was firm.

“I’ll see you in your wedding suit on our wedding day.”

“It’s not like you’ve only seen me in a suit once or twice.”

“That’s different from this.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be choosing mine separately in that room.”

Lear found it hard to leave as Yohan looked at him with a childishly pleading face, as if he didn’t want to be left alone, but he couldn’t give in on this one thing. Lear deliberately avoided Yohan’s gaze and spoke to Ashley.

“Ashley, I’ll leave my fiancé in your hands.”

Ashley nodded with a solemn expression.

“Don’t you worry.”

The two hadn’t spoken at length, but they shared the same opinion regarding Yohan’s fashion sense.

“I mean, a tuxedo is a tuxedo. What’s the big deal? Really.”

Yohan grumbled as if in disbelief. But under Ashley’s now-fierce glare, he clamped his mouth shut. There was no other way. Lear had long since gone to the other room, and it didn’t look like Ashley was going to cut him any slack.

“Come on, come on. We don’t have time.”

Ashley began to rush the sluggish Yohan. Then she introduced a fashion coordinator who she said had been working for a long time. Yohan smiled awkwardly and began to look at, try on, and choose from the clothes the two recommended.

The two of them hounded Yohan, telling him this was a piece from this brand’s designer, that this suited him and that didn’t. After being tormented for a good while, Yohan was finally able to escape the situation, his spirit completely drained. Ashley bid Yohan farewell with a more satisfied look on her face than ever.

“Well then, I’ll be going. You worked hard today.”

“Ah, yes.”

Yohan replied perfunctorily to Ashley with a tired face and sat down on the sofa. Then he stared blankly at Lear as he came out of the room. Lear gave Yohan a smiling-eye look.

‘Honestly, what a flirt.’

Yohan made a disgruntled face at Lear’s expression. Lear chuckled at Yohan’s reaction, then turned to the departing Ashley and asked a flurry of questions about the clothes Yohan had chosen. And as he listened to Ashley’s answers, he looked quite happy, saying he was very much looking forward to the wedding.

Seeing Lear looking like he was about to die of happiness, like a fifteen-year-old girl waiting for her quinceañera, Yohan felt proud of the concept he had chosen and thought that he would have to endure the hardships of wedding preparations.

“Next time, I’ll come with cake samples.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

Lear saw Ashley off and looked at Yohan. Yohan pouted and grumbled at Lear.

“I really couldn’t get married twice. I don’t know about other people, but I’m barely holding on as it is.”

At Yohan’s words, Lear sat down next to him and said sternly, “What are you talking about?”

“The moment you mortgaged your life to me, there is no ‘twice’.”

“Right. This is the first and last time.”

Lear fiddled with the hand of Yohan, who was already whining before the ceremony had even taken place. A ring caught on Lear’s fingertips. It was the engagement ring he had given Yohan a while ago.

If he had his way, he would have put a ring on him that was so flashy the jewel would have been heavy enough to make it slide to one side, but if he had, Yohan would have been disgusted and threatened to call off the engagement, so he had compromised and given him this one.

“Well… it might be tough, but just bear with it a little longer. It’s because I want to give you more than what others get.”

“Right. It must be my fault for having such a great fiancé.”

“That’s right. If others heard you, they’d say you’re complaining with a full stomach.”

Yohan clicked his tongue once, then stretched out his arms and legs. Then, with a sudden look of determination, he stood up and used the hand Lear was holding to pull him to his feet.

“Yohan?”

“Because I’m so proud of myself for thinking of you.”

Yohan reached out his other hand and began to grope Lear’s ass. It was hard and not very satisfying to the touch, but he liked it anyway.

“Is this what you’re going to do?”

“Huh? What?”

“Are you just going to touch my ass?”

“Huh? Oh, uh. That was the plan.”

Yohan, slightly flustered, stopped touching Lear’s ass and pulled his hand away. Listening to Lear, he wondered if he should touch the front too, for fairness’s sake, and as he unconsciously pursed his lips, Lear clicked his tongue, snatched Yohan’s mischievous hand, and said.

“What?”

“If you’re going to seduce me, let’s go to the bedroom.”

“Hey, so suddenly?”

“Suddenly? Who was the one just groping my ass with a perverted look in his eyes?”

Lear’s words weren’t wrong, so Yohan nodded. And so, the two walked to the bedroom. As soon as they entered the room, Lear pulled Yohan’s arm toward him, hugged him, hooked a leg around him to trip him, and thrust his mouth forward. At Lear’s actions, Yohan jerked his head away and pushed against his chest. For some reason, he felt embarrassed.

“W-wait… just a second…”

Like a dog in heat. At Lear’s behavior, Yohan pushed against his chest. At that, Lear grabbed both of Yohan’s arms and spoke while planting little kisses on his nape.

“I’m hard.”

“What?”

“Because you were groping my ass. I got hard.”

Lear pressed his body tightly against him. Yohan could feel Lear’s penis, already fully erect, through their clothes. In that moment, Yohan’s face flushed, and he felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

“Hey, wait…!”

“You have to take responsibility. You’re not going to pretend you don’t know, are you?”

Yohan twisted his hips and moved his feet, trying to push Lear away. The more he did, the tighter Lear pressed his body against him and began to slowly move his hips. Because his penis was trapped in his clothes, it felt constricting and even pressuring. Feeling like he might cum in his clothes at this rate, Yohan moved his hands to unbuckle Lear’s pants.

“Responsibility, of course… Hnngh…”

At that, Lear intercepted Yohan’s wrist, held it tight, let out a deep sigh, and started to press and grind his hips down with force. The aroused penis was starkly palpable even without removing their clothes.

“Ah, we already… haah… agreed to that. More than that, Lear, ah…! Please…”

Unconsciously letting out a moan, Yohan felt like he was already getting soaked down below. It might sound like an excuse, but he hadn’t touched Lear’s ass with this in mind. But now, there was no escaping him. Yohan was just as aroused as Lear.

“It’s just, a little…”

“What?”

“It’s constricting.”

“And?”

“First, let’s take our clothes off. Okay?”

Lear’s movements, which had been pressing and stroking Yohan’s penis through their clothes in a pressuring way, stopped for a moment, and he looked up. Yohan, panting for breath, met Lear’s eyes. Yohan had doted on him for being a psycho, and now Lear’s eyes looked slightly crazy, but in their own way, they were sexy and made one’s heart pound.

Lear stared blankly at Yohan, who had a foolish look on his face, then took off the sweatshirt he was wearing instead of his usual shirt and threw it on the floor.

It was nothing new, but in that moment, seeing Lear’s revealed body made Yohan tense up. Looking at the broad shoulders and thick chest packed with muscles, he felt like he should be at the gym instead of doing this in bed.

He couldn’t catch up to an Alpha’s natural physique, but he felt that if he worked hard, he could get pretty close. Besides, he hadn’t been paying much attention to it lately.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch like a pervert?”

“Who are you calling a pervert?”

Startled by Lear’s words, Yohan took off his pants. Lear stared down at Yohan, who was struggling to get his pants off mid-unbuckle.

Yohan’s erect penis was revealed over his drawers, which were already thoroughly soaked. Lear reached out and pulled down Yohan’s underwear. At that, Yohan’s penis was revealed, standing ramrod straight and dripping precum from the head. Just the fact that Yohan was this aroused because of him made Lear feel like he would die from how much he loved him.

“Hey, that’s embarrassing. Stop staring and you too…”

Yohan blushed and jerked his head away, avoiding Lear’s gaze. As he slightly closed his legs and covered his crotch with his hands, Lear clicked his tongue and swatted Yohan’s hands away. Then he flicked the area around the head with his fingers before wrapping his hand around the shaft and starting to pump.

“Baby. Why is even your dick so lovely?”

It had been quiet lately. Yohan, at a loss and flustered by Lear who spoke such embarrassing words without a hint of shame, tried to stop him.

“Wh-what are you… haah… Hey… stop it…”

“Really, stop?”

At Lear’s words, Yohan pressed his lips together and looked at him. It was annoying, but it felt good. It was, as he felt every time, a truly infuriating point. Lear, seeing the frustration in Yohan’s expression, grinned as if to spite him, and then lowered his head.

“Ah…!”

Opening his mouth, Lear took Yohan’s entire penis in, opening his throat to take him in deep as he sucked. He buried his face and moved his head up and down. At the explicit act, Yohan panted and pushed at Lear’s shoulders.

However, as if to show him, Lear lightly set his teeth and scraped Yohan’s fully engorged penis as he unbuckled his own pants.

Even in the midst of that, Lear didn’t stop, still holding Yohan’s member in his mouth, sucking it up and swallowing it to the root. He rolled his tongue around as if he were going to melt and devour the man right then and there, stroking Yohan’s penis from top to bottom, pressing the tip of his tongue against the urethral opening, then shoving it back into his throat and sucking vigorously.

“N-no… hnnng, ngh…”

A lie. Lear scoffed at Yohan, who looked like he was about to cum any second, his body tensed and trembling as he said such things.

“Hnngh…”

Lear didn’t stop, stimulating Yohan by ramming his penis into his throat until he came. Yohan, assailed by the pleasure spreading through his body and the breath he could feel inside that hot mouth, writhed, unable to bear the sensation any longer. But Lear, on the contrary, held Yohan’s waist firmly and thrust his penis deep into his own throat.

Yohan ended up shooting a load of semen into Lear’s throat. Lear nonchalantly swallowed the gushing semen and, instead, grabbed Yohan’s thighs tightly and lifted his body up.

At that, Yohan’s hips naturally lifted, and his legs were draped over Lear’s shoulders. Yohan struggled, telling Lear to let him go. At this rate, he felt like he would really make a fool of himself.

“Stop… Ah, really… Heut!”

Even though it hadn’t been long since he came, his lower body was stimulated again. In fact, his body had become more sensitive, shaking Yohan to his core.

“Haah…”

Lear finally pulled the penis that had filled his mouth out and seemed to raise his body, then took a soft breath near Yohan’s eyes, which were now tinged with red, and said.

“And you still say no?”

“Stop… just… go easy.”

Lear’s face turned serious at Yohan’s voice, which sounded like he was about to cry.

“Who was it that touched whose ass first?”

“Why is that… coming up now…”

“Because it’s annoying to hear the person who started it say no?”

Yohan looked at Lear with a dumbfounded expression. But Lear, on the contrary, looked at Yohan with a resentful gaze, and the sight of his flushed cheeks made his mouth water. He wanted to make him even more of a mess. Lear’s eyes flashed as he grabbed Yohan’s legs and lifted them.

“W-wait…! Ah!”

At Lear’s movement, Yohan’s hips were lifted high, and as if sucking his penis in his mouth wasn’t enough, it felt like Lear was licking the shaft with his tongue, and soon his tongue reached from his testicles to an even more intimate place.

“D-dirty… hnng… ngh…!”

Yohan, flustered by Lear’s actions, writhed as Lear’s tongue touched a place he didn’t usually feel. Yohan kicked Lear’s back a few times, then, thinking it wouldn’t work, spoke to him pleadingly.

“Stop, stop… please… Ah… please…”

Despite his desperate voice, Lear began to suck on Yohan’s hole as if to show him. Yohan, while saying it was dirty and weird and ridiculous, felt his body tingle and his stomach churn at the sensation of Lear’s tongue pressing firmly on the entrance of his wrinkled hole and sucking below.

“Lear, ah… stop… that’s, weird… please…”

Lear didn’t stop, holding Yohan firmly and pressing on the spot with his soft tongue as if toying with him. Yohan panted and trembled, begging Lear to just fuck him instead. Only then did Lear lift his head, part his lips, sigh deeply, open the drawer next to the bed, and take out some gel. He then squeezed a generous amount onto Yohan’s lower body and thrust his fingers into his hole.

Every time he added a finger, Yohan’s hips bucked, and he didn’t know what to do with the stimulation. Yohan grabbed Lear’s arm with his fingers, then scraped down with his nails, panting and letting out moans.

“You’re like an omega, Yohan.”

“Wh-what… Ah…!”

His lower half was so soaked that what was dripping from his hand down his arm and onto his elbow could have been either gel or slick. Lear let out a torrent of pheromones that Yohan couldn’t even sense, covering him in his scent and displaying his possessiveness. To the point where it wouldn’t have been strange if Yohan had presented as an omega right then and there.

“Hngh, euut…!”

Seeing Yohan with parts of his body flushed red, looking like he was about to stop breathing, and shedding tears, Lear licked his lips with relish. He added another finger, stretching the hole, and thrust his hand deep inside, shaking it until a wet, splattering sound could be heard.

Every time Yohan tensed up and inhaled, the beautifully sculpted muscles on his body became more pronounced.

“Fuck… Your body, do you know it’s swallowing my fingers like they’re a dick just because I shoved them in a little?”

He wanted to scream, “What crazy bastard is saying such vulgar things to me,” but the only thing that came out of Yohan’s mouth was a breathless moan.

“Hah, ah… ngh… it’s hard… ah…!”

“At this rate, if I fuck you with my dick, you’ll suck it in like you’re trying to get pregnant. Huh?”

Lear shook the fingers he had inside Yohan wildly, then pulled them out without hesitation and, with a deep sigh, took out his penis. As if it had been waiting, the penis, which had been hidden as if it would burst inside his underwear, popped out with a thump.

Lear, scowling as if he were as angry as his aroused lower half, crudely opened a box of condoms and poured the contents all over Yohan’s body. Then he picked up a condom from Yohan’s chest.

As if to show Yohan, Lear put the condom on his penis, hooked Yohan’s legs over his sides, thrust his penis between his thighs, and started to grind.

“Ahng, Lear… ngh… it’s coming… again…”

Lear’s penis, moving between his thighs, was so enormous it looked like it would burst. With his penis, veins bulging and dripping slick, Lear soaked Yohan’s thighs.

“Ahngh…”

Yohan panted, then lowered his gaze. But it felt like he had seen something he shouldn’t have. Yohan flinched.

“Hey, really…”

“Stop being a baby.”

Lear clicked his tongue at Yohan, who looked terrified despite having taken it just fine on a regular basis. Well, that didn’t mean he was going to go easy on him. Lear decided he needed to get one off first and start from there, and tossed a single word at Yohan.

“Endure it.”

Yohan was slightly taken aback by the forceful tone, which was almost a command. He wondered if this bastard had gone crazy even though he wasn’t in rut, but the sensation of being ground against between his legs soon made him lose his senses. He was sure his expression must be idiotic, but his hips lifted on their own, and Yohan panted at the pleasure that felt like his insides were twisting.

“Eung, ngh…”

Lear didn’t stop, holding Yohan’s legs firmly as he thrusted. Each time he thrust his penis deep between his legs, Yohan’s thighs shook, and after a few slapping sounds, the two of them came at roughly the same time. But Lear, showing no signs of fatigue, spread Yohan’s legs even before they could enjoy the afterglow and lined up his penis, already hard again, with his hole.

“Stop… not now… ahngh, heut!”

He was out of breath and could feel his stamina draining. But Lear’s penis was trying to force its way into Yohan’s hole.

In that moment, Yohan’s body tensed up completely. Lear clicked his tongue and slapped Yohan’s ass with a loud smack, and in that instant, he finally pushed the head into Yohan’s hole.

“It hurts…”

Yohan let out a pained moan, but because Lear had prepped him so carefully, his hole had become pliant and swallowed Lear’s glans as if sucking it in. Soon, the wrinkles were gone and his entrance was stretched taut.

“Ah, ah… Euk, it hurts, hey… Ah…!”

Less than half of the shaft was in, but Yohan’s hole clamped down tightly on his penis. Lear, feeling it so tight it was almost painful, frowned at Yohan, grabbed his hips, and pushed in with his weight. Every time he did, the narrow passage was forced to stretch to the size of his penis, and Yohan writhed in agony, letting out a stream of moans.

He looked so pitiful and pathetic; he had been the one to start the seduction, and yet here he was again, making Lear feel guilty. But it wasn’t like he could just pull out now. He might be acting like he was dying of pain now, but soon he’d be soaked in pleasure, begging to be fucked over and over again.

“Hnngh… it hurts… stop… Ah… Euk…!”

Yohan struggled, instinctively trying to push away Lear, who was delving deep inside him. The more he did, the tighter Lear held him and pushed in until the very root was inside. In that moment, Yohan’s thighs spasmed and he came a little on his own again.

“Ah, stop, it… eungh, ngh…”

Lear stared intently at his lovely fiancé, who reacted to his every move. His lower belly was bulging with Lear’s penis inside, which drove him even crazier. So lewd and yet what was all this about stopping? With his eyes half-open, he was practically begging to be rocked more. Lear smiled so wide his eyes disappeared into crescents and spoke to Yohan in a soothing tone.

“Haah… It’s okay, ah…”

At Lear’s words, Yohan shook his head frantically. It was not okay at all. It felt like his bones were cracking and his body was being torn apart. Yohan cursed Lear’s stupidly large penis, wondering why it had to hurt so much every single time they had sex. But Lear, as always, just kept saying it would be okay soon and started to move.

In that moment, their skin stuck together with a slapping sound, and he could feel Lear’s hot body temperature. Yohan spread his legs wide, taking Lear in, and let out a ragged breath.

“Ah, ah… Heut, ngh…”

Yohan’s eyelids fluttered as he held onto Lear tightly. The stretched inner walls were being pressed firmly, and it was so raw it felt like they were about to give way to the stimulation. Lear stroked Yohan’s body, and every time he moved, he would press down on Yohan’s bulging stomach and chew on his chest with his tongue. He would nibble on Yohan’s nipples, which were hard with arousal, then lick the areola, taking it into his mouth and sucking. At that, Yohan’s hips bucked, and he clamped down even harder on Lear’s member.

“I can’t hold back anymore either.”

Lear whispered as he looked at Yohan, having been sucking on his chest and leaving marks. Then he wrapped his arms tightly around Yohan’s waist, pulling him even closer. And after coming once, Lear immediately changed the condom, and moved in and out of Yohan’s insides over and over, piercing his sensitive body again and again, making a mess of him.

“Aheuk, ngh… Eung, ngh…!”

With his long, thick shaft, Lear persistently prodded a deep spot inside Yohan, and after relentlessly thrusting into a particularly sensitive spot that made Yohan not know what to do, just as his thighs began to spasm, Lear slowly pulled out and then slammed back in. Each time, Yohan, unable to overcome his excitement, would writhe and spill his seed.

“Hnngh… ah… stop… ah… heut!”

Seeing Yohan trembling as if he would die of pleasure every time he was fucked, Lear didn’t stop, grinding his hips as if to crush him, pressing their bodies tightly together. As if he wouldn’t allow even the slightest gap, Lear held him tight and didn’t stop, slowly and deeply prodding Yohan’s inner walls, stimulating him.

Yohan felt like he was going to suffocate, his penis rubbing against Lear’s stomach and his insides being thoroughly pummeled. He squirmed under Lear, moving on instinct. He would struggle, trying to get away from him, then his body would tremble, soaked in pleasure.

Lear didn’t miss a single moment of it, thrusting his tongue between Yohan’s parted lips and kissing him as if he would melt and devour even the inside of his mouth. Even in the midst of that, Lear had no intention of stopping, slowly moving back and forth, stimulating Yohan.

Yohan’s body, sensitive as it could be, couldn’t take Lear’s movements any longer and convulsed wildly, clinging to Lear’s penis as if to swallow it.

At the sight, Lear bit Yohan’s lip and let out a small laugh, then pulled his lips away and met Yohan’s eyes again. Lear licked his lips and sighed deeply at Yohan’s gaze, which looked as if it would swallow him, his eyes moist enough to weaken anyone’s resolve.

“What should I do…”

Sorry, but he couldn’t stop here. Lear, with a genuinely regretful look on his face, bit Yohan’s nape and slammed his hips up, fucking him roughly.

“Aheuk… euk, ngh…!”

Seeing Yohan not just coming but gushing fluid, soaking himself, Lear let out a groan and then, as if to let him go, pulled out his penis, which had been buried deep inside.

For a moment, Yohan’s tension eased, thinking he was finally being let go, but that was short-lived as Lear flipped Yohan’s body over, grabbed his lower abdomen with one hand, and brought his own penis, which was on the verge of coming, up to him.

“Hey, w-wait…!”

As Yohan moved his knees back and forth, trying to get off the bed, Lear tightened his grip and tapped Yohan’s ass with the weapon-like object, then pumped it a few times and came all over him.

“There’s still some left.”

“You crazy bastard.”

Yohan frowned at his slightly hoarse voice, but he panted for breath as his energy drained with every movement.

“You have to use all of what you took out.”

Lear lifted Yohan’s body a little more and wedged his penis into the crack of his ass.

“I’ll die… if you do that… I really might die.”

“How do you know if you’ll die or not without trying? Huh?”

Lear, chiding Yohan for being so weak, picked up a condom that was lying haphazardly next to him. Then, pressing his body against Yohan again, he thrust his penis into Yohan’s thoroughly loosened hole in one go.

“Euk!”

Following Yohan’s collapsing body, Lear thrust his penis deep inside and bit down on the back of Yohan, who had started to tremble beneath him. And breathing hot air onto him, Lear spoke in a voice sweeter than ever, as if to soothe him.

“Just once… I’ll just do it once.”

Not knowing if he was referring to the position itself, Yohan nodded at Lear’s words. At that, Lear, as if he had been waiting, kissed his nape. Intense pleasure washed over his body.

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They hadn’t even gotten married yet, but they were sticking to each other like newlyweds, and Yohan’s physical condition was not great, so Lear canceled his appointment with Ashley.

Ashley always looked troubled by Lear’s one-sided notifications. No matter how much she prepared for the wedding, there were many parts that the couple themselves had to choose. But Ashley held her tongue for now. Because the money the client was paying was not insignificant.

“Yohan is having a hard time, so please send the rest of the materials to my email. I’ll look them over and send you our decisions.”

Ashley glanced at Yohan, who had finished his work for the day and was leaning back exhausted on the sofa. He really did look tired. Her fiancé, contrary to his appearance, was a homebody, so it must be quite exhausting. Ashley, an alpha herself, was amazed by the alpha pheromones she sensed from Yohan every time they met. She had met countless couples in her work as a wedding planner, but the couple in front of her was beyond sickeningly in love, they were a thousand times worse.

Yohan had supposedly confessed first, but it was Lear who was clingy. Alphas did tend to be a bit obsessive, but Lear seemed to be a bit extreme. Well, from Ashley’s perspective, that didn’t matter. She just hoped they would help her get her work done on time and be a little more careful with their decisions.

“Understood. But you really can’t cancel the next appointment. We have to decide something really important.”

Lear didn’t know who this person was that Ashley was making such a big deal about, but he said he understood for now. And after seeing her off, he looked at Yohan, who had by then collapsed onto the sofa.

“Are you tired?”

“Yeah. Making decisions isn’t easy either. Flowers, suits, and all sorts of things I never even thought about.”

Lear knelt in front of Yohan, meeting his eyes as much as possible, and stroked his hair.

“But if you just endure it a little longer, you’ll be incredibly happy.”

“I’m happy just looking at you like this.”

Lear smiled at Yohan’s words. He felt like he was going to lose his mind with all the pretty words coming from that pretty mouth. Lear, thinking he might have a nosebleed for the first time in a long time, called out to Yohan.

“Baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Say things like that often.”

“What are you talking about? Honestly.”

“It’s because I like it so much.”

Seeing Lear smiling at him, Yohan became shy and needlessly ruffled his hair. At that, Lear grabbed Yohan’s wrist and naturally sat up a little. Lear chuckled at Yohan’s slightly tense expression. Then he gave him a light kiss on the cheek and said.

“How about we spend this evening a little specially?”

At Lear’s words, Yohan’s eyes tinged with anxiety. Seeing his trembling pupils, Lear pulled Yohan to his feet and said.

“I’ve booked a nice restaurant.”

“A date?”

“Yeah. But we’re meeting in two hours.”

Yohan furrowed his brow slightly at Lear, who was speaking with sparkling eyes.

“Suspicious. Really.”

“We’ve been at the hotel the whole time. And we’ve been hounded by Ashley. It’s an idea I thought of for a change of pace.”

“That’s what I’m saying. That’s what’s suspicious.”

Yohan narrowed his eyes and looked at Lear with great suspicion. He couldn’t tell what he was plotting now.

“I’ll text you the concept.”

“…”

“Along with the location and time.”

Lear stood up. Yohan looked up at Lear and tried to stop him, but seeing his winking, excited face, he figured he had to play along with whatever stupid plan he had.

‘It is a little worrisome… but… well… it’ll be fine, right…?’

Yohan furrowed his brow slightly. At that, Lear said, “See you in a bit,” and disappeared first. Yohan, with a foolish look on his face, watched Lear leave, blinked, and then finally got up. It was a bit of a hassle, but he couldn’t just leave Lear be.

“A date. A date…”

Sighing deeply, Yohan decided to wash up and change his clothes first. Seeing as he had even made a reservation, it was clear that it would be a rather fancy restaurant like last time. Yohan scratched his head and went to the dressing room. As soon as he entered the room, he saw a bouquet of flowers and a gift box. Yohan looked at the bouquet for a moment, then picked up the pink card on top of the box.

A gift for Mr. Yohan.

I’m sure it will look great on you.

—With love, Lear Crawford.

“Hah, honestly. Really…”

Yohan clicked his tongue at Lear’s cheesy, handwritten message when he opened the card. His tone was different from usual, too. Yohan had no idea what Lear was plotting. But since he hadn’t refused, Yohan decided to accept it for now and opened the box.

It was a suit that looked like something David Gandy would have worn in a photoshoot. Yohan took out the clothes and muttered to himself.

“When on earth did he start thinking about this?”

Just then. A text arrived from Lear. It had the location, time, and the ‘concept’ he had mentioned. Yohan stared at the concept Lear had mentioned with a dumbfounded expression.

“This son of a bitch…”

The theme was, of all things, an adulterous couple continuing their secret meetings at a nice bar. Yohan clicked his tongue. He couldn’t figure out whether he should do this or not.

“He really is tiring.”

Yohan sighed deeply. Since it had come to this, he would go along with Lear’s wishes, but Yohan had no intention of just meekly following along. Thinking he had to make sure Lear never pulled such a troublesome stunt again, Yohan changed into the clothes Lear had gifted him. He couldn’t be bothered to wear a dress shirt, so he wore a casual t-shirt underneath. Yohan, feeling slightly pleased with how perfectly the clothes fit, stood in front of the mirror and stroked his chin once. Honestly, he thought he was handsome in a different way from that bastard Lear.

“Lear Crawford… I’ll make you regret this.”

Yohan, with a solemn expression like someone going to get revenge, not on a date, did his hair and even put on cologne. Lastly, he took off his engagement ring, stuck one hand in his pocket, and went outside.

The city, which became even more radiant and vibrant at night, had particularly good weather today. Yohan walked down the street with a haughty expression. The meeting place was not too far from the hotel where Yohan was staying.

Yohan, wondering how on earth Lear had found such a place, sat down at the bar with a satisfied look on his face at the luxurious atmosphere.

Since Lear had proposed the trashy concept of an adulterous couple on a secret date, Yohan twisted the concept slightly and added the attribute of a playboy to himself. This was also why he had come earlier than the appointed time. It was a service for his jealous future husband.

“Hehe.”

Yohan sat in a corner and let out a sinister laugh. At that, the bartender flinched and looked at Yohan with a slightly suspicious gaze. But Yohan, without a word, ordered a Rusty Nail9).

“Let me know if you need anything else.”

Yohan, immersed in the atmosphere, nodded slightly. The bartender, perhaps sensing that he shouldn’t talk to Yohan, started talking to a customer sitting at the far end.

Yohan, not caring one way or another, sipped his cocktail and set the mood. And in his head, he recalled the adulterous couple role-play he had promised Lear. Just thinking about it made his body feel stiff.

‘He really is a pervert.’

If he had known they would be doing a role-play this out of the blue, he thought they should have gone to Hollywood, not Las Vegas. Yohan, thinking he couldn’t just let Lear have his way, got into character.

‘I wonder if anyone will talk to me.’

Yohan fiddled with his glass and looked around. At that moment, a male customer, who had appeared out of nowhere, was looking at him from next to him. Anyone could see he was a beautiful man. The man had a more simple and plain feeling than a glamorous one, the complete opposite of Lear. He also looked familiar. Yohan gave the man an awkward smile. The man, who felt strangely familiar, seemed like he wouldn’t be bad for a light conversation.

“Are you here alone?”

The man’s soft voice sounded close by. Yohan glanced at his watch and was slightly surprised at how close the voice had become.

Before he met Lear, he tried to avoid talking to men as much as possible in private meetings. Because when he met people like this outside, about 60% of them seemed to be stinking humans who were soaked in inferiority complexes and only talked about annoying things or sex. In college, it was about 90%.

Besides, Yohan was popular with women, so he didn’t even think about hanging out with guys like that.

“Ah, yes. Well… it just happened. I’m alone for now.”

“Is it okay if I sit next to you?”

When Yohan nodded, the man sat down beside him.

“I’m Marcel Lajez.”

At the man, Marcel, introducing himself, Yohan also awkwardly stated his name.

“Ah… I’m Yohan Kwon. Please call me Yohan.”

“Yohan…”

“Haha. Yes. Your pronunciation is good. It’s a Korean name, so sometimes people pronounce it strangely.”

“Me too. A lot of people call me ‘Mar-chel’. My name is pronounced the French way.”

Marcel was a Latino American, but he wasn’t good at Spanish and said his favorite travel destination was Paris. Marcel pouted, saying the drama Emily in Paris should have been Marcel in Paris, not Emily. Seeing that, Yohan was even more certain he had seen him somewhere.

“Marcel. Have we met before? Or…”

Yohan narrowed his eyes and looked at Marcel. At that, Marcel’s eyes sparkled and he smiled.

“Ah, are you hitting on me?”

“Ah, no, that’s not it… Yes. Netflix! That’s right. On Netflix… that… that… Black Wolves…?”

Marcel said, touching the back of his neck as if embarrassed.

“That’s right.”

Yohan smiled broadly and looked at Marcel as if he were amazed.

“Wow, to meet you here like this. I really had no idea. I’m a big fan of that drama.”

“I feel kind of shy. No one ever recognizes me outside.”

“No one would in a place with lighting this dim. If they saw you in a bright place, they’d recognize you right away.”

He had occasionally seen celebrities at parties when he was working undercover in Vasquez selling drugs. But to actually meet a cast member of a drama he enjoyed here felt new. Yohan instantly became a fan of Marcel and started talking with him. Then, he suddenly wondered if he had talked too much about Black Wolves, and apologized to Marcel with a sorry look on his face.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Did I talk too much about the drama? I’m such a big fan… I couldn’t help myself.”

“No, it’s okay. It feels good to be recognized and liked like this. It was quite refreshing.”

Yohan felt a little awkward and scratched his cheek.

“So, Marcel, what brings you here? Vacation?”

“Yes. I needed a little refresh. I ended up coming alone, leaving everyone behind. But it’s nice to come like this and meet new people.”

Marcel reached out and placed his hand over Yohan’s. Yohan flinched and was about to pull his hand away when it happened.

“Tommy’s dad.”

At the familiar voice coming from above him, Yohan didn’t just pull his hand away from Marcel, he swatted it away and looked up.

A furious Lear was staring at Yohan. Of all the many names he could have used, he had to use the FBI alias that Yohan despised, embarrassing him.

“T-Tommy…”

Lear neurotically ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply. He had set up a situation for some fun, and in the meantime, people had already flocked to Yohan again.

Honestly, Yohan’s dumbfounded and flustered expression was a turn-on, but still, he thought this was a bit much. And usually it was women who liked Yohan, but today it was a male omega. He had no idea when Yohan’s range of appeal had expanded so much. Lear, with a displeased look on his face, looked back and forth between Yohan and Marcel.

“Haah… You haven’t kicked your old habits, have you?”

“Huh?”

“I tolerated you having an affair with the nanny. Because you must have had a hard time giving birth to Tommy. But here, like this… are you planning to hurt me again? I thought we should try again, that’s why we came all the way here…”

An adulterous role-play, was this it? Yohan looked at Lear with a flustered expression as the situation took a different turn from what he had expected. Judging by Lear’s story alone, it was a situation where someone who had just given birth to a baby had an affair with the nanny and was now doing something terrible again on a reconciliation trip.

“Crazy…”

His head throbbed. He was so flustered that words wouldn’t come out. But Lear, still with an angry face, continued to speak.

“This, in the short time I stepped away for a work call… Was it so hard to wait? Did I do something so wrong? Baby. Huh?”

Marcel frowned at the sight of the handsome man, who had been furious one moment and was now clinging to him desperately the next. He had thought he had hit the jackpot with a man who was his type and liked his work, but to find out he was a married man who had even had a child was shocking in many ways.

“Tommy’s dad… It’s a little surprising, but Yohan, you were married? And even an omega?”

Marcel couldn’t hide his confusion even as he asked Yohan. Because Yohan still only smelled of cologne. Ah, did he cover it up with cologne? Feeling frustrated, Marcel gulped down the drink in front of him. It was whiskey, and the burning sensation in his throat made him cough.

Yohan glanced at Lear and called the bartender to get a napkin.

“It’s a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding, Marcel.”