GCT 20

“It’s been a really long time.”

Yohan put his identification card into his wallet and fastened the holster containing his badge and gun to his waist. Perhaps because he was always dressing like a thug, all these things felt unusually heavy.

“You said you were going to be stuck in Compton for a while. Is something wrong? I didn’t hear anything about you coming back. It’s been a bit noisy lately because a prosecutor died… though the conclusion was obvious.”

Aisha bombarded Yohan with questions, looking at him with a worried face. The last time she saw Yohan, she thought he was just dealing with relationship troubles, but it seemed the situation had changed in the meantime.

“Well, for one reason or another, it looks like I don’t need to do the undercover investigation anymore.”

“But why aren’t you going back, and you’re here instead… Is this okay?”

Just as Yohan sighed and was about to answer Aisha’s question, Nasim happened to walk in. Yohan stood up from his seat and greeted Nasim.

“It’s been a while, Deputy Director-nim.”

“Cut it out. Just call me by my name like you usually do.”

“Haha. Was I being a bit stiff? I’ve been undercover for two years… I’m just not adjusting well.”

“For someone who always picks out such distracting clothes, you did something so out of character that you flustered me.”

Nasim and Yohan sat down, making small talk.

“Oh, I already ordered coffee. Americano, right?”

“Thanks. More importantly, Yohan.”

“Yes.”

“What’s the reason you went through Aisha to call me all the way here?”

Yohan glanced around. Although this was a cafe that FBI people didn’t frequent, he wanted to see if there were any familiar faces just in case.

“Yohan?”

“Glenn Kouri has disappeared.”

“What?”

“Vasquez is collapsing and I don’t need to do the undercover investigation anymore, so I asked Aisha for my ID and gun.”

Nasim and Aisha stared blankly at Yohan with surprised faces. Yohan smiled awkwardly, looking back and forth between the two, and said.

“It’s hard to tell you everything. Right now I’m digging into various things to catch a big one, and there are a few things that are tripping me up.”

At Yohan’s words, Nasim’s dark eyes trembled. However, Yohan calmly continued.

“But I don’t want to inform the Director-nim about it. The only people I trust the most are Nasim and Aisha… and honestly, I don’t know who in the FBI is involved with Declan’s Shadow.”

Nasim, who had been listening quietly to Yohan’s words, said with a completely hardened face.

“And one of them is the director? Do you have proof?”

“I don’t. But if I catch Shadow, that guy will probably testify. He’s not stupid enough to take the fall for everything by himself.”

Aisha, who was listening quietly from the side, added a word.

“Well, what Yohan is saying isn’t wrong. Everyone knows the Director-nim is a very political figure. If the case is officially taken on and proceeds, there’s a high chance things will go wrong. Just look at how Prosecutor O’Connell was handled… You were angry too, Nasim.”

The director was not only political but also a very ambitious man. Of course, Nasim knew that you had to be that way to get to that position, but watching the recent turn of events, he had thought something like this would happen someday, so he wasn’t so surprised it gave him chills.

“Like Aisha said… he’s not exactly a man of integrity. His recent moves have been a bit like that too. Especially, it was strange for a prosecutor general-level figure to die from ‘Candy’ and for them to just close the case like that. It was just for show, not a proper investigation. Well, if you want to get picky, there’s no end to things like that. The Diane incident, and the way they pulled you out for an undercover investigation, too.”

At Nasim’s words, Yohan smiled bitterly.

“That’s true.”

“It’s not going to be an easy task.”

“Well… it’s something I was prepared for once I made up my mind. Still, there were things I gained from it.”

“Yohan…”

“Anyway. Nasim. I saw and heard all sorts of things while I was with Vasquez. Well, it was practically a demotion, so nobody was interested in my work, but…”

At Yohan’s words, Nasim and Aisha looked sorry. But there was not much they could do for Yohan right away.

It was because they had to be careful in many ways. Of course, Nasim, the deputy director, had a strong sense of professional duty, but he only supervised the desk personnel; all decisions on major cases were made by the director, and above him were plenty of higher-ups.

That being said, they couldn’t recklessly inform Director Chantelle Corey in Quantico about what was happening here. Quantico was still cleaning up the Maillan-Regulo scandal from New York, and as much of an FBI legend as she was, she was still human. Furthermore, she wouldn’t be able to recklessly touch a case with all sorts of people involved based on unclear information. Besides, Los Angeles was geographically far from headquarters. Especially, as things stood now, the director’s side could just cut things off to prevent these matters from being known to the higher-ups. In addition to that, if the director and Declan were partners, silencing the media with their capital would be nothing.

“Anyway, the situation is not that great. Things have been getting weirder and weirder since Joel Declan died.”

“Then…”

“I’m thinking of ditching my undercover identity and jumping in to investigate for real now… I just wanted only Nasim and Aisha to know.”

There was Lear, but if he didn’t say this, it could lead to a lot of difficult situations if he died or if a problem arose during the investigation. Nasim, who knew well that this was why Yohan had called him, asked with a serious face.

“Yohan, what on earth are you planning to do? What are you thinking?”

“I’m planning to find the guy at the very top of the food chain and break his neck.”

At Yohan’s words, Nasim grew worried. It was a massive affair involving not only the political and business worlds but also the black market.

“Will you be okay? If what you’re saying is true, there’s not much we can do to help. You have to avoid contact with internal personnel as much as possible. Besides, the opponent is not easy… It will be different from the scandal in New York. The director intervened there, but it will be difficult for us.”

“I know.”

“I know that there are many questions about Diane’s death, and that you were very heartbroken by it, but…”

“I can’t just wait forever. Besides, I have someone who will help me, so don’t worry too much.”

“……”

“That’s why I asked Aisha to arrange this meeting.”

“Yohan.”

“More importantly… Nasim. No, Deputy Director-nim. When this is all over, please use your influence so my informant can enter the witness protection program.”

For Lear’s safety, and for his own future, Yohan thought he had to achieve things one by one, step by step. Meeting Nasim was also for that reason.

The unfortunate incident of confessing first had happened, but since it had, Yohan wanted to wrap up the case as much as possible and tell Lear officially. It seemed he had already walked an irreversible path to pretend he didn’t know and shake him off.

After finishing his conversation with Nasim, Yohan headed to Lear’s Bel Air house. Nasim wasn’t the type to exert strong influence or be political within the FBI, but as someone who had risen to the position of deputy director, he had solid skills and connections, and he was a figure who could not only become the next director but also the bureau director. Perhaps she, too, had been itching to do something about the series of events. Though it seemed she had been holding back for the sake of the organization until now.

‘This has to work out well.’

Yohan, on his way in an Uber, fell deep into thought as he stared blankly at the palm trees visible outside the car window.

In the midst of the raging storm, he couldn’t tell if he was doing the right thing. He wondered if he was just making the situation worse by meddling in something beyond his abilities.

Lear and his hyung, as well as the FBI work, and the matter of Diane, for which he had been grinding his teeth for a long time. Yohan bit his lower lip. His mind grew complicated.

‘Well… it’ll work out somehow.’

Yohan comforted himself, telling himself to think as simply as possible. As he did, he soon arrived in front of Lear’s house. Yohan got out in front of the massive gate and pressed the doorbell.

‘I feel this every time I come here… what an absurd house.’

Well, he thought, sleeping with a person who lives in a house like this was an absurd thing to begin with, and Yohan felt a strange sensation.

‘It feels even weirder coming here with my badge on.’

He felt like he had come to a mafia’s house, making some lame excuse like a scene from a drama, to get a statement. Or, a half-hearted stripper.

“Is Riz—no, Lear here?”

As soon as he entered the house, the person who greeted Yohan was none other than Sheridan, the butler who managed Lear’s entire household. Yohan smiled awkwardly at Sheridan, who introduced herself and offered a handshake, and took her hand.

He hadn’t met Sheridan the last time he was here, so he hadn’t thought much of it, but now, learning that the job of a butler actually existed, he was quite flustered. Moreover, seeing Lear show off his wealth like this from time to time, Yohan was reminded of the time he had proposed a deal to him.

“I’ve already taken over the sound businesses Declan had. Besides, I’m not a person who is desperate enough for money to continue doing illegal things.”

No matter how much Yohan thought about it, it was dumbfounding. Thinking that he wasn’t crazy for no reason, he looked at Sheridan, and she said in a calm voice.

“Mister Lear asked me to guide Mister Yohan to his room when you arrived.”

“What? His room? What room?”

For a moment, <50 Shades of Lear> popped into Yohan’s head, and he felt goosebumps all over his body. Of course, he was willing to accept some light-hearted fun, but if it got serious, he was planning to run away.

“To Mister Lear’s bedroom.”

At Sheridan’s words, Yohan forced the corners of his mouth up and said in the kindest voice possible.

“More importantly, he’s got two perfectly good feet, so why didn’t he come to greet me himself?”

Yohan had hoped Sheridan would at least react, if not agree with his words, but at her lack of response, he felt embarrassed and scratched his head, his eyes darting all over the place.

‘I’ve felt this for a while, but all the people that Riz guy hires are like robots. Are they actual robots?’

Reminded of Lear’s peculiar tastes, Yohan said nothing more, keeping his mouth firmly shut as he followed Sheridan.

“You may go in.”

Yohan, who had been searching for a button that might be on her back, was startled when Sheridan abruptly turned and spoke to him.

“Th-thank you.”

After offering his thanks, Yohan took a slight breath and opened the door. The sight before him, a house filled with large windows and elegance, still felt awkward.

‘Does he think he’s some kind of real prince… Geez. Harry and Meghan probably don’t live like this. Ugh.’

Yohan clicked his tongue and scanned the room, his gaze naturally landing on the large bed. It was because of an item neatly placed on it. Thinking he must have seen wrong, Yohan frowned and strode forward.

“What is this.”

The beautifully laid-out piece of clothing was a familiar windbreaker jacket with the letters ‘FBI’ written largely on it. But what freaked Yohan out even more was the fact that when he lifted the jacket, a pair of handcuffs clattered down.

“……”

Yohan was dumbfounded by the toy handcuffs, which were even covered in fluffy pink fur. He had told him to go home early and wait demurely, but instead, he had lecherously prepared something strange.

“You’re here?”

Yohan jumped in surprise at Lear’s voice, which suddenly came from behind, as if he had appeared out of nowhere.

“You scared me!”

“How are you going to be an agent being so faint of heart?”

Lear, still damp, was wearing a bathrobe. It seemed he had just gotten out of the shower. Yohan looked Lear up and down and furiously shook the thing in his hand.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?”

“……”

“Let’s do it.”

“Do what.”

“It’s been a while since you’ve been home.”

Lear had already drawn close to Yohan and was tapping the handcuffs he was holding as he spoke.

“Cuff me, Agent-nim.”

“What is this… No, before that, do you even know what my job is? I have real handcuffs and a gun on me right now.”

“I know. But you said you like me.”

“What does that have to do with anything? And this isn’t role-playing or anything else. It’s just a job experience, you know?”

“Even so, Yohan, you said before you’d do what I wanted once.”

Yohan, who hadn’t expected Lear to suddenly bring up the incident with Fiona, was slightly flustered. Honestly, he thought Lear had forgotten.

“While you were undercover, it didn’t really feel like you were an Agent-nim. But now that you’re back…”

Lear, who had been tapping the handcuffs, now tapped the FBI badge on Yohan’s hip with his finger. At the sight of Lear, damp and tempting him, Yohan unknowingly swallowed hard and said.

“How did you…”

“It’s obvious even if you don’t say it. My faint-hearted Agent-nim wouldn’t dare to lead a double life behind my back.”

“What are you talking about.”

“What I mean is… now that Glenn Kouri is gone, there’s no need for you to be undercover, and it’ll be more convenient for you to be an agent. For what we’re doing, and for your own state of mind.”

Yohan wanted to deny Lear’s words, but he couldn’t. It was because until Lear appeared, his own identity had been shaken, wondering if he was a drug dealer or an FBI agent conducting an undercover investigation.

At the sight of Lear, who seemed to see right through him, Yohan bit his lower lip with a dumbfounded expression.

Then he handed over the toy handcuffs and FBI jacket he was holding and pushed Lear’s chest.

“Forget it. Do you know you’re a real pervert?”

“So, darling, you don’t like it?”

When Yohan avoided his gaze, Lear reached out, grabbed his chin, and turned his head to make him meet his eyes.

“Say it to my face.”

“This bastard…”

“Look me straight in the eye.”

“……”

“Go on.”

“Ha, I really hate myself for this.”

Cunning bastard. A petty bastard who digs into people’s weaknesses and uses them. Yohan listed all sorts of curses in his mind as he cuffed one of Lear’s wrists.

“Ahem, Mister Lear Crawford. I am arresting you for… larceny.”

He couldn’t bring himself to say, “for the crime of stealing my heart,” so Yohan spoke awkwardly. Honestly, he wondered if this was really okay. Didn’t it violate the duty to maintain the dignity of a public official… He wondered if it was okay to do such a mindless, perverted, and inappropriate thing. Yohan swallowed hard and looked at Lear.

“But us doing this is really weird… No, where on earth did you get something like this?”

“Agent-nim. Please let me go just this once.”

Lear ignored Yohan’s mood-killing words, moved closer, and cornered him. Faced with the confident thief who was looking at him as if he would devour him, Yohan abandoned his professional ethics just a little.

‘Oh, what the heck. If he wants to do it, I should do it.’

Thinking of it as karma for confessing his feelings first, Yohan put on the FBI jacket in his hand. Then, he frowned at Lear, who was looking him over, and said in a slightly angry voice.

“Let you go? What do you mean let you go? Don’t look at me like that. Harassing a federal agent with a sticky gaze is a felony.”

“What kind of gaze did I give you? I was just looking at you because you said you liked me, Agent-nim.”

Yohan clicked his tongue once, then kicked at the leg of Lear, who was only spouting annoying words, and tripped him as he stumbled. Then, in an instant, he pressed down on the nape of his neck with his hand, put his weight on him, and twisted the arm of Lear, who was now halfway on the bed, behind his back.

“You should be quiet when I’m being nice. Hmm?”

Yohan skillfully fastened the rest of the shoddy pink handcuffs onto Lear’s other wrist. Then, clicking his tongue, Yohan grabbed Lear by the collar, pulled him back up, dragged his large body, laid him properly on the bed, and then dusted off his hands. At that sight, Lear whistled, provoking Yohan.

“You’re so powerful, Agent-nim. It feels like my dick is standing straight up because of you.”

“Ugh… seriously.”

For a moment, Yohan wanted to quit the role-playing and everything else, but he held it in and said.

“Shut up.”

“Agent-nim, don’t be like that. Please go easy on me. I can’t use my hands right now, so would you suck it for me?”

“You’re insane.”

“Did you just curse? Just now?”

At Lear’s words, Yohan’s face flushed, but he decided to play along with this ridiculous act for now.

Yohan climbed on top of Lear, grabbed him by the collar, and slapped him across the cheek.

“Y-you bastard… Do you not understand the situation right now? Not only did you just mock a federal agent, but you also committed larceny. You’ll get at least 20 years.”

Yohan was giving Lear what he wanted, but honestly, he was incredibly embarrassed. Why on earth was that Lear guy so shameless…

“I don’t care.”

“So you’re going to be like that, huh?”

Yohan clicked his tongue and began to search Lear’s body. He climbed on top of him and groped his firm body with his hands.

“If you keep doing this…”

The more he touched Lear’s body with his hands, the more he felt something growing in his lower half. Eventually, Yohan flinched while groping Lear’s body, lowered his gaze, and swallowed hard. And when he untied the belt of the robe, Lear’s beautifully sculpted body was revealed along with his fully aroused penis, which popped out with a thump. Yohan, who flinched without realizing it, looked at Lear, flustered.

‘Crazy bastard… he’s not even wearing underwear?’

At the sight of Lear, who was clearly determined, Yohan bit his lower lip and gave him a “are you insane” look, to which he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. At that, Yohan clicked his tongue and said a word.

“There’s a limit to how much I can let you off. Crawford.”

Yohan reached out and grabbed Lear’s penis. It was a brutish thing that couldn’t be held in one hand. Yohan was amazed as he shook it and said.

“You were hiding a thing like this? I guess I’ll have to add a charge for possession of an illegal weapon.”

Lear let out a deep breath at Yohan’s hand movements, which were gripping his member and jerking it, and asked.

“Is this a life sentence?”

“That would depend on the kind of weapon you possess.”

“Would you like to check?”

At Lear’s question, Yohan, still finding his own complicity in this charade absurd, cleared his throat but took a slight breath. Then, instead of answering, he opened his mouth wide and took Lear’s penis into his mouth. Lear’s member, already wet with pre-cum and excited, felt, as always, quite overwhelming, and his jaw already felt sore. But Yohan began to move his tongue and suck Lear’s penis.

“Hah…”

At Yohan’s mouth movements, Lear let out a deep breath. Regardless, Yohan opened his jaw as wide as possible and swallowed Lear’s member. His forcibly opened jaw was uncomfortable, but Yohan frowned and licked the area around the glans meticulously with his tongue. Moving his tongue as if rolling a candy in his mouth, Yohan made the tip pointy and persistently licked, pressing against the urethral opening. Then, he slightly opened his throat, pushed the shaft in deeper, and looked up at Lear. He could see Lear’s flushed face, staring intently at him and breathing heavily.

At that moment, Yohan gently set his teeth and pressed down as if lightly scratching the thickly raised blood vessel. As he did, Lear’s abs contracted tightly, and the well-defined muscles tensed to the point of excitement, conveying the sensation of his skin trembling with a par-r-r.

Yohan felt a sense of satisfaction at the sight of Lear reacting to him and began to bob his head more vigorously, sucking his penis. He moved his head back and forth, stimulating him.

Lear, his surprise momentary, soon felt the urge to ejaculate at Yohan’s proactive behavior and looked down at him, trying to push him away.

“Yo, han… wait… I’m gonna… haah…”

At the sight of Lear, who had enjoyed everything and was now trying to push him away by moving his legs as if concerned for him, Yohan grabbed his penis with both hands and shoved it deeper into his mouth. With Lear’s member deep in his throat, Yohan felt a wave of nausea but opened his throat once more and sucked deeply.

“Ugh…”

And not long after, Lear’s fishy semen filled his mouth.

Yohan nonchalantly swallowed the semen with a gulp and pulled Lear’s member out of his mouth. However, Lear was a man who knew no satisfaction. On Lear’s hard shaft, which had not yet lost its heat despite having ejaculated, Yohan’s lips parted as he looked down and began to lick the shaft with his tongue. He licked up the member, which was covered in bodily fluids, and then kissed the blunt tip, as if mashing it with his lips, before opening his mouth slightly to suck on it. Then Yohan looked at Lear again, tilted his head, and pulled his mouth away, saying.

“I still… don’t know.”

Yohan clicked his tongue, wiped the area around his lips once with the back of his hand, and looked down at Lear, beginning to unbuckle his own pants on top of his stomach. Lear watched Yohan’s actions with a gaze that had become utterly lecherous, his eyes then moving to the badge glittering on his waist, which was different from usual.

“Eyes down.”

At the lecherous gaze, Yohan continued to command.

“Stay still.”

Yohan unfastened the holster from his waist, tossed it onto the bedside table, and soon took off his pants. Then, with his rough hands, he caressed Lear’s body, squeezed his chest tightly, and began to rub their bodies together. Soon, Yohan’s damp underwear and his penis, erect to the point of looking painful, could be felt against Lear’s.

Lear panted, feeling Yohan’s every movement, every breath, every moan. Although he had started it, he felt tormented by the fact that he couldn’t touch Yohan because of the handcuffs on his wrists. It was almost like torture, and he felt like he had become his masturbation toy. These clumsy movements only served to tease him. In the end, Lear couldn’t hold back and asked Yohan in a small, whispering voice.

“Yohan. Haah… Are you going to keep doing just this?”

Yohan, his face now bright red, looked at Lear, then reached out, grabbed his cheeks, and kissed him, biting his lower lip. In an instant, Lear’s lips were conquered by Yohan, and his soft tongue invaded the space between them. Their tongues tangled and intertwined with hot breaths.

However, Lear didn’t just take it lying down. He soon began to explore not only the roof of Yohan’s mouth but also his neatly arranged teeth, taking control of the kiss and silently pressing Yohan.

At Lear’s desperate actions, Yohan could no longer hold back his own boiling lust and slowly lifted his hips from Lear’s body, carelessly tossing off his underwear. Then, bringing his fingers to his hole and shoving them in, Yohan frowned and let a moan slip into Lear’s mouth.

Lear, watching Yohan on top of him clumsily begin to loosen his hole, was overcome with a feeling like he was about to go into rut, but he held it in and listened to the sounds Yohan was making. Their tongues mixed, and the lewd sound of Yohan inserting his own fingers into his hole and thrusting filled the room.

After a long, nerve-wracking, body-melting kiss, a small moan escaped Yohan’s lips. He had never put his fingers in like this by himself before, so it was clumsy, embarrassing, and shameful. Without being able to properly loosen up, Yohan brought Lear’s penis to his hole. As someone once said, ignorance is bliss.

“Ugh…!”

Yohan, who had broken their kiss and placed both hands on Lear’s stomach, barely supported his body with trembling arms. Only the head had managed to enter, but it felt like his body was being stretched to the point of tearing and becoming a mess.

Yohan’s lips parted as he swallowed hard several times with a gulp, then his eyes met Lear’s. The sight of Lear, who, unlike him, was looking straight at him with eyes that seemed to pierce through him, somehow made him feel even more embarrassed.

“D-don’t look…”

Yohan collapsed onto Lear’s body, pressing his now sweat-drenched forehead against his chest. He couldn’t even get the penis halfway inside him and only let out a series of pained groans. Then, he gasped for breath with a heek, heek, and slowly moved his hips to push it in deeper, but Yohan stopped his movement, looked at Lear, and shook his head from side to side.

“Ah…”

Aside from the fact that his insufficiently loosened bottom was becoming a mess from being stretched wide open, he was finding it hard to breathe. Yohan moved his body slightly for Lear’s sake, but it didn’t go as he wished.

“Hk, heuk…”

Lear frowned deeply at the sight of Yohan and smacked his lips with a jjep jjeop. He was simply tormented, unable to do anything with his hands tied by that clumsy action.

‘This is really not a masturbation toy. What is this…’

In Yohan’s tight hole, Lear’s lips parted as he looked at that face, the corners of his eyes flushed red.

Truly, there was not a single part of him that wasn’t beautiful. Not just his masculine jawline, the slightly upturned corners of his eyes, and his dark pupils, but also that face, frowning deeply and flushed bright red, not knowing what to do with himself, was enough to drive a person mad.

In the midst of that, at Yohan’s clumsy hip movements, Lear wondered how much longer he had to endure.

Just as he was thinking that someone was really going to die at this rate, Yohan, groaning in pain, lifted his hips a few times and said to Lear with a face that looked like he was about to die from exhaustion.

“I, I can’t do it.”

At those words, Lear let out a small sigh and put strength into his arms. With that, the ring part of the plastic toy handcuffs shattered miserably. Yohan flinched and looked surprised, wondering how it could break so futilely, even if it was plastic.

“Ri, Riz?”

“You said you couldn’t do it.”

Lear threw out a single phrase and then reached out his hand. And before Yohan could even prepare himself, he grabbed his hips tightly and began to pound into him relentlessly with a kwang kwang. At that action, Yohan, far from stopping Lear, just flailed his feet and squirmed on top of his stomach.

“Ahk, eu… ah, no… heuk, it hurts…”

“It’ll… haah… be okay soon.”

“Hk… ah, n… hard, ah… ah ah…!”

“Re, relax. Darling. Eut.”

Lear fumbled with his hands, grabbed Yohan’s buttocks, and spread them wide. At Yohan’s rougher moans, Lear thrusted his hips with a peok peok, shoving his penis deep inside him. At that, Yohan’s body trembled with a ba-r-r-r and he came once on Lear’s stomach. The abrupt and clumsy role-playing seemed to have already failed to continue, and Lear became impatient.

“Haah…. No choice.”

Unable to end it here, Lear licked his lips, shoved his penis deep inside Yohan, moved his hips, and thrust relentlessly before ejaculating copiously. The moment the tight insides finally loosened a little and became soft, Lear pulled Yohan’s body into a tight embrace, pulled out his penis, and flipped him over.

“Euk!”

In Lear’s field of vision, the jacket Yohan was wearing was not just crumpled but rolled up. Seeing the large letters ‘FBI’ and the semen trickling down between his buttocks, his lower half quickly became hard again. A gram of guilt arose, wondering if it was okay to do this to a federal agent, but unfortunately, Lear’s lust took precedence. Lear’s lips parted, and he swept the semen flowing from Yohan’s hole with his penis, pushing his own in at the same time.

“Heuu…”

With Lear’s penis once again filling his stomach, Yohan panted for breath, his shoulders trembling with a pa-r-r-r. At that, Lear rubbed Yohan’s lower abdomen with his hand and slowly pulled out the penis that was lodged deep inside his stomach until just the head remained. At that, Yohan’s body collapsed, and his moans grew louder.

“I pulled it out.”

Of course, the head was still inside the hole… but he thought it would be okay since his rear was somewhat loosened. Nevertheless, Yohan was still panting heavily, his body trembling with a ba-deul ba-deul, as if he were dying of pain.

“Such a drama queen.”

Lear grabbed Yohan’s lower abdomen with his large hand and pulled him, putting his weight on top of his body. At that moment, he could see the hole, where the wrinkles were stretched taut and invisible, and his messy state, stretched wide open along the path he had made. Lear moved his hips, teasing Yohan’s sensitized inner walls and pressing firmly on the prostate located deep inside.

“Ahk, eut! St, stop… ah…!”

Yohan moved his legs as if crawling on his knees, twisted his body, and screamed from under Lear.

But Lear didn’t stop and pounded deep into Yohan’s body with a puk puk.

“Ahk… stop… ah ah… eut, I’m gonna die… heuk…”

Yohan, as if he couldn’t hold it in this time either, let out a stream of moans, and then barely managed to let out a wheezing, metallic sound with a heek heek as if he were about to stop breathing. And not long after, his body, stretched open to the point of being forced apart and thoroughly stimulated, couldn’t take it anymore, and he came.

Lear swiped his hand over Yohan’s jacket, then grabbed the nape of his neck with a kwak, and moved his hips, thrusting relentlessly with a puk puk.

With no time to feel the afterglow, Yohan’s two legs trembled violently with a ba-deul ba-deul at the sensation piercing his body, and he writhed, his body sticking flat against the bedsheets. However, his highly sensitized body was stimulated even by that, driving him into a painful pleasure.

Every time his body shook, his skin and nipples were stimulated by rubbing against the sheets, and below, he was being pounded hard by Lear, and he could only let out moans at the pleasure that dominated his body.

“Eu… eeut… heuu, eu…”

Yohan twitched under Lear, trickling a thin fluid. But Lear showed no mercy and relentlessly drove him on, thrusting deep into Yohan’s stomach with a puk puk. Each time, Yohan’s vision seemed to blur, and he shuddered at the pleasure that crushed his nerves.

Lear, seeing Yohan reacting to his movements in his arms, increased his speed, then pulled him into a fierce embrace and came deep inside his stomach.

“Eu, euk… eu…”

Yohan instinctively twisted his body. At the sight of Yohan trying to escape from his embrace, Lear held him even tighter, squeezing his firm chest with his large hands as if to crush it, and pressed his body tightly against his back, shaking him again.

“Aheuk, eu… eeut… stop… ahk…”

Lear became even more excited at the sight of Yohan.

“Ah…. heuu…”

Even though he had come, Lear’s penis didn’t seem to decrease in volume at all, and Yohan felt his mind going blank. But Lear couldn’t let Yohan go. The inner walls that were tightly biting his penis were just trembling as if in a spasm.

“Eu…. Eueu… eut…”

Lear felt Yohan from behind, who was tightly gripping his member, and thrust his penis deep inside him, all the way to the root. At that, Yohan’s body collapsed limply, and Lear put his own weight on top of his body. At the sound of Yohan’s jacket rustling against his skin, Lear let out a low laugh and asked in a murmur.

“Feels good?”

Yohan shook his head from side to side at Lear’s question and barely managed to lift his head, gasping for breath. At that, Lear embraced Yohan tightly, leaving no space between them, and slipped his hand into his Hawaiian shirt, which was slightly damp and stuck to his skin.

“Eung… it’s hard…”

Lear didn’t stop and caressed Yohan’s abs, then pressed down on his protruding lower abdomen, and began to pound into him tenaciously, rotating his hips. Yohan, feeling completely drained, sobbed and his body heaved as he tried to get away from Lear, but realizing that his captured body wouldn’t budge, he let out a pained sound and asked.

“Eu… now, stop… ahk… eu… can’t we… stop?”

Lear kissed Yohan on the head, then moved the hand that was caressing his lower abdomen further down and grabbed Yohan’s penis tightly. At the moment Yohan’s hips jerked, Lear let out a laugh, nibbled on the nape of his neck, and gave him a series of pecking kisses as he whispered.

“Darling, what are you talking about. Haah… We’re just getting started.”

Saying today was no different from a honeymoon, Yohan shook his head from side to side at the sound of Lear’s affectionate voice. He thought he should have run away when he suggested doing such a ridiculous thing, but at the renewed onslaught of pleasure, Yohan couldn’t escape from Lear.

He didn’t know how long he had been rolling around with Lear, but when he came to his senses and opened his eyes, it was dawn. How many times had they done it… He thought he had counted up to five, but after that, he couldn’t remember at all.

Yohan blinked his eyes and forced his body, which felt as if it had been soaked in water, to get up. He had been tormented so much that his bottom was sore and his skin stung. Thinking that he might really die young at this rate, Yohan let out a groan with a kkeung and turned his head to look at the sleeping Lear.

‘Crazy bastard.’

He was so exhausted he could barely move, but at the sight of Lear, fast asleep and breathing softly like a good baby with a saek saek, Yohan felt a surge of irritation. If he had his way, he would have liked to smack him on the head to wake him up, but he held back with the power of love, got up, and left the room, thinking.

‘It’s not like he’s a beast, but he never knows when to be ‘moderate’.’

Yohan thumped his lower back with his fists, his body feeling like it was about to break. He wondered if he was really going to die having sex like someone, someday. Well, it would be a more peaceful death than getting shot…

“Haah.”

First, he felt like he needed to wet his throat.

When he had come during the day, Sheridan had been there, and there had been employees in every corner of the house, but now at dawn, it was quiet. It wouldn’t have been strange if a ghost suddenly popped out and said, “My name is Casper2).”

Yohan muttered to himself that humans were the scariest beings of all, even more so than ghosts, and wandered around the kitchen looking for the refrigerator. This blasted house was pointlessly large, even though not many people lived in it. Who on earth was this huge pantry and all these refrigerators for… Anyone would think they were running a soccer team.

“I’m dying of thirst.”

Giving up on finding a water purifier, Yohan barely found the beverage refrigerator. Wondering if he had to live like this, he wet his throat and then grabbed onto the island counter. It was because it was too hard to move his body again. He was lost in thought for a moment, his head hung low with a sigh. It was at that moment. Suddenly, a voice slapped him on the butt with a tuk and called out, “Son!” and Yohan screamed and fell forward.

“Eueuk!”

“Heok!”

Yohan, half-leaning over the island counter, clenched his fists and let out a pained sound, trembling with a ba-r-r-r. The other person, also quite flustered, paced around Yohan anxiously, tapping their feet with a dong dong.

“Oh? I-I’m sorry! Are you okay? I should call 911… I mean…”

At the rambling, Yohan lifted his head and grabbed the person’s arm.

“I-I’m fine. I’m fine, so… please don’t call 911. Ugh…”

Being taken in an ambulance in this state would just be embarrassing.

“Then at least your breathing…. Here, do it like this. Hee hee, hoo hoo.”

At the sudden attempt to induce Lamaze breathing, Yohan finally lifted his head. A man with silver hair and purple eyes was looking at him with a worried face. The moment he thought that this is probably what Lear would look like if he were born an omega and reached middle age, Yohan finally realized who the person in front of him was.

“Ah, hello.”

“Ah, yes.”

In the momentary silence and the somehow palpable awkwardness, Yohan’s eyes darted around. The only saving grace, perhaps, was that Lear had cleaned him up and even put him in pajamas… He shuddered at the thought that he might have shown an unsightly side of himself if things had gone wrong.

“…I’m Patrick Crawford.”

Patrick was the first to extend his hand to Yohan. Yohan met Patrick’s eyes for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, accepted his handshake, and introduced himself.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Yohan Kwon… Just, please call me Yohan.”

He remembered Lear once telling him the origin of the hotel’s name in Las Vegas. Looking at Patrick, who was Lear’s biological father and had been Joel Declan’s lover, Yohan felt as if he had met a celebrity. Though it didn’t seem like Patrick felt the same. No, in the first place, it was absurd that he had mistaken him for Lear.

“So…”

“I’m someone who’s close with Lear.”

“Boyfriend?”

Yohan was flustered by Patrick’s words. They had kissed, had sex, and he had even said he liked him, but it felt a bit much to confidently say he was his boyfriend. Of course, if he said he was his boyfriend, he wouldn’t have to explain in tedious detail.

“Pardon?”

“It’s just that Riri hasn’t brought anyone to this house since high school.”

Since high school, and even hearing the pet name ‘Riri’ which didn’t suit Lear at all, he felt like he had to go to a prom party with Lear later. It felt incredibly burdensome somehow.

“Besides, even though he’s my son, his pheromones… seem to be… pathologically excessive… Are you okay?”

“Pardon?”

At Patrick’s words, Yohan raised his hand and pretended to sniff the pheromones with a keung keung. As expected, he couldn’t smell anything.

“Is it strong?”

At Yohan’s innocent question, Patrick also seemed flustered, his eyes darting around.

“Uh… a little… a lot?”

Was it a little or not. As Yohan tilted his head, Patrick said, “A lot,” and smiled awkwardly.

“So I wondered if you were his boyfriend.”

“Haha. A friend, if you can call it that…. Besides, I’m a man, for one.”

Yohan scratched his head, unable to meet Patrick’s eyes out of embarrassment.

“So, you’re boyfriends, right?”

“Well… how should I put it… It’s a situation that could be easily misunderstood… but we’re not in the kind of relationship you’re thinking of. We’re more like colleagues. I’m a beta, you see.”

Patrick was slightly surprised. He had thought he couldn’t smell Yohan’s pheromones because of Lear, but to hear he was a beta.

“A beta?”

“…Yes. It just ended up that way.”

“Then…”

“My, I’m not sure what to say. For now, we’re staying together because of work…”

Yohan couldn’t hide his embarrassment, scratching his head. At that, Patrick said carefully.

“Like roommates?”

At Patrick’s words, Yohan felt his heart drop with a kung. Of all the words, why roommates… But Yohan tried his best to act nonchalant and replied.

“Yes… well… I guess so? Should I call it a kind of open relationship?”

“If that’s the case, I have nothing to say, but for the record, I don’t have any prejudice against alpha-beta couples.”

Yohan, who smiled awkwardly once more, drank the half-finished water on the island counter. Then, seeing Patrick still looking at him with a suspicious face, Yohan tried to change the flow of the conversation.

“More importantly, that guy…. I mean, Lear didn’t mention that his grandmother or father were at home… I thought no one was here. It’s dawn, too.”

“Ah…. That makes sense. My mother is still very active with her work, so she’s busy, and I had work in New York all this time and suddenly had something come up in Las Vegas… I’m sorry for startling you so early in the morning.”

Looking at the extremely affectionate and gentle Patrick, Yohan wondered what Lear had been doing, not taking after his father’s good points, but then he remembered Laura Crawford, who was feisty unlike her sweet on-screen persona, and thought he had inherited his traits through atavism.

“Not at all. I’m the one who…”

Yohan was about to tell Patrick that he was the one who was sorry. It was at that moment. Lear, who seemed to have woken up and run straight out, his hair sticking up all over, saw Patrick and his expression hardened completely.

“What is it.”

Seeing him darting his eyes around, trying to assess the situation, Patrick smiled brightly and waved at Lear. However, Lear frowned and grumbled at Patrick. He wasn’t particularly happy to see his father, who hadn’t been very active in his work lately but seemed to be traveling here and there, suddenly show up at home.

“You said you’d be in New York for a while. Why…”

At his son’s sullenness after seeing him for the first time in a while, Patrick said with a displeased face.

“I came for a bit because of work. I was just going to grab my things and leave again, but I didn’t know this would happen. Mother seems to have some business in Sacramento lately, so she’s staying at a hotel there, and you don’t invite guests to the house…”

Patrick turned his head and looked at Yohan. Yohan, whose eyes met his, tried to smile with a ssik. At that, Lear looked dumbfounded and said to Patrick.

“So what are you doing right now? Don’t tell me you were talking bad about me behind my back?”

“Why would I do such a thing? Besides, you’re my son.”

“I’ve become more suspicious lately. I’ve experienced many cases of people saying one thing and doing another.”

Lear said to Patrick and then looked at Yohan, acting as if he wanted him to hear.