RB 134

For more than half an hour, they stood in an embrace. They might have stayed that way until dawn if Eunho hadn’t finally reached out to comfort him.

They moved downstairs to the living room and sat on the sofa. Eunho sipped his drink while a simple snack was on the table before them. He appeared lost in thought.

“For now, I plan to keep working at the meat restaurant.”

His voice had a newfound weight. Eunho began to open up about how he wanted to live his life from now on.

Yeorok sat beside him and swallowed a mouthful of wine. His gaze was fixed on Eunho’s face, unable to look away even for a second.

“Do whatever you want.”

He answered without hesitation. Yeorok wanted to support any decision Eunho made. He had already determined the new direction of their relationship. He knew he must no longer force his own greed upon the other man. Whatever Eunho desired, Yeorok would adapt to it.

“And also…”

Eunho started speaking and then bit his lip. His pale cheeks slowly turned pink. Yeorok wondered what could be so difficult to say, but he did not rush him. He watched and waited.

“There is one more thing I’ve been thinking about.”

“What is it?”

“You can’t laugh at me.”

Yeorok quirked an eyebrow in response. Eunho set down his wine glass and shifted his posture toward Yeorok. He rubbed his mouth several times, as if the words were stuck in his throat.

“I want to try taking the CSAT.”

“…….”

“I think I need a university degree. I want to graduate and find a decent job.”

“…….”

“I know it will be hard to get into a prestigious school like yours, Chairman. I’m a bit older now, but if I go by Choi Yoonho’s age, I’ll just look like a student on his third attempt.”

The explanation grew unnecessarily long. Eunho constantly checked Yeorok’s reaction. The older man starting at him in silence made him nervous.

Yeorok did not laugh. His face remained entirely expressionless. Eunho felt it might have been better if he had laughed out loud. He felt small despite himself, and his gaze dropped toward the knot of Yeorok’s necktie.

“I can pay for tuition with a part-time job. I heard many people do that these days.”

Yeorok let out a short breath. He set his wine glass aside and pulled Eunho toward him. Eunho followed the familiar motion. He ended up perched on Yeorok’s lap, facing him directly.

“At this rate, you’ll be offering to pay the utility bills too.”

Yeorok ran a thumb gently over Eunho’s reddened cheek.

“Do you hate the idea of relying on me?”

Eunho slowly shook his head.

“Don’t ask for my permission. You can just tell me your decisions like you did just now. Eunho… from now on, please just use me to your heart’s content.”

Eunho nodded even more slowly than before. His arms naturally found their way around Yeorok’s shoulders. They were as broad as ever. He buried his face in the crook of the man’s neck and inhaled the sophisticated scent he knew so well.

He loved the way Yeorok called his name in his low voice. To his ears, being called “Sim Eunho-ssi” felt cold and distant now.

Perhaps it was his greed, but no matter how much affection Yeorok showed him, it never felt like enough. He wanted to hear it more, see it more, and receive constant reassurance.

“Then… please pay for my tuition, Chairman. I’ll pay you back once I get a job.”

“Take an allowance from me, too.”

“No. I’m going to work a part-time job.”

He no longer felt the need to hide his true feelings. There was no reason to feel intimidated. He could say exactly what he wanted and what he desired. Their relationship was finally one where such things were allowed.

“I’m going to change my name, too.”

“I want that as well.”

Yeorok smiled and toyed with Eunho’s earlobe. He never wanted to call him Choi Yoonho again. Even though they would be tied together as family for life, he wanted to protect Eunho’s true identity.

“…….”

Eunho slowly raised his head. His eyes met Yeorok’s at the same level. He wondered why they had struggled so much and taken such a long detour for something that was this simple.

“I want to kiss you.”

Eunho whispered his most urgent desire. The moment the words left his mouth, their warm lips met. A wet tongue parted his lips and tangled with his own.

In that contact, Eunho felt the greed Yeorok had been suppressing. It was a hunger that was impossible to hide for so long.

Eunho eagerly accepted the kiss. The surge of emotion felt almost overwhelming. Feelings he thought he would never experience again crashed over him like a wave.

The slow movement soon turned frantic and messy. They clung to each other like starving men. In the middle of the feverish kiss, Eunho faltered. He felt Yeorok’s hand tremble slightly against his back.

“…Why are you shaking?”

“…….”

Yeorok opened his eyes. His dark pupils wavered with an uncharacteristic lack of confidence.

He was afraid. He still lacked the certainty that it was alright to hold Eunho this way, or to be this greedy for him.

The last time they had sex, it was in a shabby motel room. Even calling it sex felt like a stretch. Eunho had been unable to get hard even as the other man performed oral on him, and the act itself had been fueled by a sense of apology rather than lust. They had both been so preoccupied with venting their resentment that they spent the time clawing and biting at one another.

The memory of that night seemed to linger. Like thick mud that refused to wash away, the remnants of that past kept Yeorok from moving forward.

Eunho wordlessly cupped Yeorok’s cheeks. He pressed his lips slowly against the man’s forehead, the straight line of his brow, and the bridge of his high nose. When he kissed the closed eyelids, he felt the thick eyelashes flutter. Finally, a heavy sigh escaped Yeorok’s lips.

“Eunho.”

Eunho did not answer with words. His hands were busy. He loosened Yeorok’s tie and unbuttoned his collar. He slid his hand inside his shirt and gently caressed his collarbone.

His lips continued to wander across Yeorok’s face. Since he lacked the gift of gab, he sought to prove himself through actions. He wanted to signal that it was okay to touch him, and that it was okay to love him. A man as intelligent as Choi Yeorok was bound to understand.

There was other evidence just as clear as his soft touch. Heat gathered where their groins pressed together. Eunho took Yeorok’s hand and guided it inside his own trousers. He moved his hips impatiently, rubbing himself against that long, elegant palm.

“Mm…”

A moan escaped his lips. He felt as though he were forcing himself on Choi Yeorok. As he rubbed against the man’s hand with a strange sense of excitement, Yeorok exhaled a breath that sounded like a sigh. The hand that had been resting still suddenly gripped Eunho’s member.

“Ah.”

Eunho had no hope of resisting such direct stimulation. A hot tongue crashed into his mouth the moment he let out a short moan. Choi Yeorok, now completely unleashed, began to devour him with a manic look in his eyes.

He sucked as if he meant to pull the very roots of Eunho’s tongue out. He licked every corner of the mouth; the roof, the inner cheeks, and the tender flesh beneath his tongue. While he marked every inch of the mouth as his own with his saliva, Yeorok also freed Eunho’s member and ran his hand from the base to the tip.

“Chair—ah, hng.”

Eunho let out a string of sounds, though it was unclear if he was calling a title or simply moaning. He shivered under the obsessive attention. It was hard to tell if his spine tingled because of Choi Yeorok or because his shirt had been pulled off, leaving his skin exposed to the cool air.

As soon as his clothes hit the floor, Yeorok pushed him back onto the sofa. The dark-haired man buried his face in Eunho’s chest and began to hungrily suck his nipples. Eunho swallowed a hot breath while holding onto the back of Yeorok’s head. His trousers and underwear were gone now, leaving his lower body bare.

“Chairman, mnh…”

Eunho’s hips lifted off the sofa. Yeorok, who had been sucking until the nipples were swollen, used the tip of his tongue to trace a long line down Eunho’s abdomen. He buried his face in the pubic hair and took a deep breath. Eunho felt the tip of his nose graze against him.

“I was worried you wouldn’t get hard.”

The strained voice drifted up from between his legs. Yeorok supported Eunho’s fully erect member with his tongue. He used the flat of his tongue to lick upward along the shaft. He then took the flushed tip entirely into his mouth.

“Ha, ah, nng!”

Eunho’s thighs trembled. Yeorok’s head was trapped between them, rubbing against the soft inner skin of his legs. Yeorok sucked on him as if he were a precious piece of candy won after much crying and pleading.

He swallowed the salty fluid from the tip and let his own saliva flow. The moisture soaked everything, including his scrotum and perineum. While he continued the oral act, Yeorok opened his own trousers.

Fluid was already leaking from Yeorok’s length, which had been trapped inside his underwear. He felt no embarrassment about the fact that he was close to coming just from pleasuring Eunho.

He had never been one for shame. But now, he was almost out of his mind. He wondered if this was what it felt like to be high on drugs. His satisfaction had pierced through all limits, leaving him blind to everything else.

He pulled himself out and milked the remaining fluid with his hand. He then smeared the sticky cream onto his fingers and brought them to Eunho’s entrance. After coaxing the tight, nervous opening, he slowly slid his middle finger inside.

“Ugh…”

Eunho winced at the long-forgotten sensation of something inside him. Yeorok paused immediately. He remained still, carefully watching Eunho’s reaction.

“Kiss… kiss me.”

Eunho managed to mutter the request. He reached out like a whimpering puppy. Yeorok gladly leaned up and pressed their lips together again.

Eunho’s calves naturally hooked around Yeorok’s waist. His spread legs were already prepared to receive him. Even without words, the readiness was palpable. Long fingers moved in and out of the narrow passage as if they belonged there.

Even with his eyes closed, Yeorok knew exactly where to touch to ignite a flame. He worked obsessively, determined not to miss a single hidden sensitive spot.

Eunho panted beneath him. He couldn’t even swallow his own saliva, and it dripped between their tangled tongues. Just feeling the intensity of Eunho’s excitement made Yeorok feel as though he might peak again.

“Haa, Eunho.”

Yeorok couldn’t take it anymore and pulled his fingers out. The thick head of his cock approached the pulsing opening. A pale fluid leaked from the tip. Even before entry, he was already overflowing with anticipation.