RB 146

Yeorok chuckled at the audacious request. He slowly straightened his back and sat in front of Eunho.

“It must have made a really deep impression. You were crying and making a fuss at first.”

“…Hmm, I like that. Do it for me.”

Eunho begged again. He lifted his two arms, which had been resting on his thighs, and wrapped them around Yeorok’s shoulders. Their chests pressed together, and their warm cheeks rubbed against each other. Yeorok’s low laughter tickled his ears.

“It’s not like it just comes out because I want to. You’re the one who has to work hard, Eunho.”

With a loud slap, a fairly painful blow landed on one side of his buttocks. Then, Yeorok gripped Eunho’s plump buttock flesh fiercely.

“Fuck the Chairman’s dick well. That’s the only way to get cum to come out and make a fountain erupt.”

“…Yeah.”

Perhaps those words served as a stimulant, Eunho moved his hips vigorously. The piercing shaft of Yeorok’s penis thrust in and out through his wide-open hole.

“Haa, uh, hmmm! Aah!”

Moans flowed from his mouth as he leaned backward. The hard tip pounded deep inside his intestines, and the hot surface of the shaft rubbed against his entire inner walls. Yet, Yeorok was doing nothing himself. The source of all the stimulation was Eunho, who was swallowing his penis deep inside then pushing it out.

If he sat all the way down, the tip nearly reached the very entrance of his colon. If he were to press down deep enough to rub against Yeorok’s pubic hair, it might go beyond his intestines. He couldn’t bring himself to go that far. It was already overwhelming. Even though he was anxious, Eunho continued to vigorously ride his cock.

“…….”

Yeorok looked up at Eunho. From his shoulders to his neck, his chin, and the rims of his ears, everything was bright red.

Each time the tip reached the deepest point, Eunho’s inner walls contracted tightly. He was undoubtedly tense. The tightness was dizzying, yet it gave him an incomplete sense of satisfaction. A greedy desire to go deeper, to enter completely inside Eunho’s body, presumptuously reared its head.

Yeorok licked Eunho’s sweat-soaked nape while fumbling down below. There was just about a finger’s length left. It wasn’t so tight that he couldn’t insert it. However, if he did, he would pierce all the way to the colon, so he was simply exercising caution.

“Eunho, can you put it in further?”

“Hmph, uh… I’m scared.”

“Shall we lie down? Should I do it for you?”

Yeorok soothed and comforted his trembling body as he changed positions. Eunho, pinned underneath, tightly wrapped his arms and legs around Yeorok’s torso. Embracing each other, he thrust all the way in. Just as their bodies pressed together without a space between them, his inner walls stuck tightly to his penis.

“Ch-chairman… hngh.”

“It’s okay. H-hmm, it didn’t go through.”

Yeorok skillfully thrust into the inner walls. With every strike of the dead end of the mucous membrane with his glans, his wet pubic hair rubbed against Eunho’s perineum. The slapping sounds of flesh colliding were ceaseless. Eunho gasped for breath.

“Chairman. Haa! Gently, ah!”

“You said you wanted a fountain of cum.”

Yeorok struggled to hold back his release. His clenched jaw stood out. He wanted to spray his cum inside Eunho’s belly, but he gathered his patience to reach his desired point.

“Call my name.”

“Haa, ah! Ugh.”

“Mm? Eunho, try calling me the way I do.”

Even to Yeorok himself, his voice, as he coaxed him, sounded sweet. However, Eunho was stubborn. Even while disoriented from being penetrated, he shook his head. He simply couldn’t bring himself to do that.

“Then should I just keep fucking you all night? I, ngh, don’t I need some stimulant too?”

There was already more than enough stimulation. Yeorok took advantage of his dazed state to add one more thing to his own selfish desires. It was practically blackmail.

“Sim Eunho, is it hard to call the Chairman by his name?”

As he whispered in his ear, Eunho tightened his thighs. The arms wrapped around his shoulders also tightened considerably. Eunho gasped for breath, his throat choked with sobs.

“Choi… Yeorok.”

One corner of Yeorok’s mouth curled crookedly. He lowered his head and swallowed the lips soaked in saliva. As their lips and tongues intertwined, his lower body moved ferociously.

“Choi Yeorok, h-uh-ah!”

Eunho called out Yeorok’s name repeatedly while moaning. The wails searching for his lover melted the listener’s brain. Yeorok cursed as he came. Along with the feeling of endless descent, the spasms in his lower back were ceaseless.

With his gushing, fluid-filled penis buried deep inside Eunho’s belly, he tightly embraced his sweat-soaked body. The climax was long and intense, requiring time to catch his breath. Enjoying that gratifying pleasure, he pressed his lips against Eunho’s.

“Haa, ha, haa.”

Limp and exhausted, Eunho panted. Even the sensation of his stomach sloshing felt good now. Experiencing firsthand how much Yeorok desired him made everything feel blissful.

“…From now on, let’s have sex every day.”

As he mumbled in a cracking voice, Yeorok slowly lifted his head. Eunho brushed his wet hair back and smiled.

“It was hard for me to hold it in all this time.”

Upon hearing those words, Yeorok let out a laugh that bordered on a sigh.

“I had no idea.”

Strong arms pulled Eunho’s head closer and trapped him in their embrace. Yeorok took a deep breath. Though his stomach was empty, it was filled with unparalleled joy.

***

As the year draws to a close, various events and parties never seem to end. Thanks to this, Choi Yeorok had been so busy these days that it was difficult to even see his face.

He was a man who had valued socializing since his days as the foundation’s director. Once he became the face representing Haegang, the scale of his social life expanded internationally. A man who was in Geneva in the morning would attend a charity gala in Paris, France, in the evening. It was also common for him to stop by Korea briefly only to head straight to Japan shortly thereafter.

Most of Choi Yeorok’s every move was reported in the news. However, Eunho checked his whereabouts through photos Yeorok sent instead of the news.

Pictures of Christmas markets he had taken himself, snow-covered Central Park in New York, the tips of his shoes photographed from a seat at Carnegie Hall, or the view of the Peninsula Hotel room in Hong Kong where they had stayed together. When he looked at those pictures, he never felt lonely, even when he was alone.

Throughout the month of December, travel gifts Yeorok had bought piled up in the bedroom. The items varied in type and price, ranging from small, trivial things to expensive presents that might be burdensome. The one thing they all had in common was that he had personally selected them all with Eunho in mind. Just like the watch he bought on a business trip sometime ago.

That watch was lost back then, and its whereabouts were currently unknown. He could easily buy another one, but no one had suggested buying a new one. Sometimes, there are memories that are better left buried.

Instead, Eunho wore a heavy silver watch. It was one Yeorok used to wear, which had been tailored to fit his wrist size. The watch tightened around his wrist perfectly. Although the design was somewhat flashy, it matched his outfit perfectly today.

Eunho looked up to examine his reflection in the mirror. The black suit fit perfectly. He had swept his bangs back, revealing his forehead. Eunho smoothed his bangs. He had always dressed casually, so dressing up felt a bit awkward.

Today was Haegang’s year-end party. It happened to coincide with Christmas Eve, making it even more meaningful. It was an occasion that Eunho had to attend as Choi Eunho of Haegang. It had been a long time since he’d appeared publicly, so it was only natural he felt nervous.

“Are you ready?”

Yeorok, who had finished getting ready first, entered the dressing room. He, too, was dressed in a splendid tuxedo.

As Eunho turned around, their eyes met. They looked at each other without saying anything. Choi Yeorok looked as though he had been born wearing a tuxedo. He exuded an air of class even when standing with one leg bent. In other words, a sloppy posture could not be considered a flaw.

“Just a little more.”

Eunho carefully examined the area around his neck before turning back. He stood before the mirror again to check his bow tie. As expected, it was different. He had clearly tied it in the same way, but after seeing Choi Yeorok, he realized his bow tie was tied clumsily.

“This isn’t right….”

As the shape became more distorted the more he tried to fix it, Yeorok, who had been watching from a step away, approached. He loosened Eunho’s bow tie.

“It looks great. I didn’t know a tuxedo suited you this well.”

“You don’t have to force it.”

“Why do you think I’m forcing it?”

The corners of his mouth formed a graceful curve right before his eyes. His lowered eyelids were covered in thick eyelashes. Choi Yeorok had surprisingly long and beautiful eyelashes.

It was only possible to notice this by looking at him face-to-face like this. It was a distance not granted to just anyone. Eunho had the right to confidently enjoy that spot.

His long fingers skillfully wove the bow tie. The rustling sound of the satin tickled his ears. Yeorok’s exhale pouring onto his nose was also sweet. For some reason, he felt more nervous about this moment than about attending the party.