RB 60

The owner of the house returned around sunset. It looked like he had come straight from the business trip, because Choi Yeorok’s appearance was perfectly tidy. But he couldn’t hide his exhausted face.

“Welcome back….”

Eunho had been waiting for him at the front door. Even though it had only been three days, it felt like he was meeting Yeorok again after a long time.

“……”

The uncomfortable air quickly filled the space between them.

Without a word in reply, Yeorok glanced over Eunho’s face and took off his shoes. Even the smallest movement made Eunho restless, his eyes looking everywhere. His gaze was so nervous it was obvious how tense he was.

Yeorok stood in front of him and brushed back his bangs. The slightly weary motion disheveled his clean look. The schedule was over anyway, so there was no need to care anymore. He slowly unbuttoned his jacket while looking down at Eunho’s flushed face.

“It feels like we’re back to the beginning.”

A small sigh joined the heavy air. Eunho flinched and bit his lip. The annoyed voice weighed down on the crown of his head.

“Am I still difficult for you?”

“……”

“Sim Eunho-ssi, are your ears blocked?”

Eunho slowly lifted his head. When his eyes met the piercing gaze looking down on him, his tongue froze. But he knew that the more he acted hesitant, the more it displeased Yeorok, so he forced out an answer.

“It’s been a while….”

“So?”

“It feels awkward.”

Even now, he was only able to stare up at Yeorok’s philtrum. The smooth line of his lips parted, and a glimpse of his red tongue showed. Yeorok ran his tongue along his inner cheek. Even in silence, Eunho could feel clearly that he was displeased.

“Family shouldn’t act distant.”

“……”

Yeorok lifted one corner of his mouth briefly.

“Though, since we’re sleeping together, calling us family is contradictory.”

The black jacket slid off his shoulders. Now more comfortably dressed, Yeorok walked past Eunho indifferently.

He headed for the refrigerator. When he opened it, he saw food neatly arranged by section. The place finally looked a little like someone lived there.

He chose one of the water bottles lined up inside. In the meantime, Eunho quickly brought a glass. Even though he still found Yeorok difficult, his actions showed more than anyone that he was attentive to him.

Yeorok poured the cold water into the glass he was handed and took a slow sip. Eunho stood before him politely, waiting for his instructions.

His lowered lashes cast shadows under his eyes. His pale face looked like that of someone who had not slept for days. His lips were cracked all over, not a single spot left unhurt. Yeorok wet his dry mouth and examined every unnecessary trace left on Eunho’s face.

“Did you practice a lot?”

The simple question made Eunho’s throat bob. His trembling voice betrayed his nerves.

“I did… my best.”

“If your lips are cracked and chapped like that, you must have improved a lot.”

Yeorok suddenly stretched out his hand and ruffled Eunho’s hair. It was still too early to call it praise.

“Sim Eunho-ssi your hair looks better parted the other way.”

He shifted Eunho’s parting on his own. The part Seo Taehwa had fixed to match Choi Yoonho’s was quickly undone.

Changing his hair would not change his face, but Yeorok’s eyes curved slightly, as if he liked the new look better.

“This looks more acceptable.”

Yeorok set the empty glass down on the island counter and leaned against it. His arms were crossed and his gaze indifferent.

Eunho was fixing his messy hair. He pushed his bangs back several times, training it to stay the way Yeorok had adjusted it. Then, when he met that calm gaze, he tucked his lips in and lowered his hand.

“Then now… I should do what I have to, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll change my clothes and come out, so wait a bit.”

Yeorok gave that short notice and he straightened his body. He loosened his tight tie as he walked toward the dressing room, his back looking somewhat weary.

Left alone, Eunho lowered his gaze to the floor and let out a long breath. Even though he had prepared his mind, now that intimacy with Yeorok was right in front of him, his heart began to tremble out of control.

His eyes drifted to the shelf without thinking. He desperately wanted a drink.

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In that time, Yeorok finished a quick shower and came back out. By then, most of the lights in the room had been turned off. As he rolled up his shirt sleeves, his eyes caught sight of Sim Eunho, sitting quietly on the living room sofa, waiting.

From his furrowed brows to the dildo he was gripping tightly, his determined attitude looked almost comical. But the lone glass on the side table was very unexpected.

“Did you drink alcohol?”

“No. This is… for you, Chairman.”

Yeorok stepped closer and tasted the drink. The whiskey tasted faintly sweet and it stung. Whiskey mixed with ginger ale was his usual choice to wrap up a business trip.

“Seo Taehwa told you about it?”

Eunho nodded his head. When Yeorok sat beside him, his clenched fists grew even tighter. His tension was so heavy it spread to the man next to him.

Yeorok did not comment on it. He only sipped the drink Eunho had made. Unlike Eunho, who sat upright with stiff posture, Yeorok sank deeper into the sofa. He rubbed his forehead like he was weary, the gesture sluggish and careless.

“Are you ready?”

“…Yes.”

Yeorok set the half-empty glass on the side table. At the small clink, Eunho swallowed hard. Even the forced breath he let out was filled with nervousness.

“Let’s start.”

At the order, Eunho glanced at him, then carefully shifted his body onto Yeorok’s lap. Without being told, he now knew to sit facing him and take position. For a coward, that much courage was praiseworthy.

Yeorok studied the face before him, then let his eyes fall to the side. Something that only got in the way of kissing caught his eye again.

“Put that down.”

“Ah.”

Eunho quickly dropped the dildo onto the sofa. The imitation cock, made unpleasantly real, quivered at the small impact.

Ignoring the toy, Yeorok fixed his eyes only on Eunho’s face and held his slender nape firmly. The distance between their noses closed.

Eunho’s shaky breaths brushed Yeorok’s philtrum again and again. The nape in his grasp was stiff with nervousness, damp with a trace of sweat.

It was clear he was feeling something other than fear. Every physical reaction Eunho showed leaned toward arousal. It was a welcome fact, but Yeorok did not bother to say it. He knew nothing good would come from voicing it.

“Can I… kiss you?”

Eunho carefully asked for permission. Instead of answering, Yeorok parted his lips slightly. Eunho lowered his head and sucked on his plump upper lip.

His tongue tip spread moisture along the smooth ridge of Yeorok’s lips. They were warm, but inside his mouth was cold, probably from the alcohol. When his tongue slid into the slight gap, he felt a pleasant moisture.

Eunho cupped his cheek and slowly tangled his tongue with his. The soft flesh wrapping around his tongue made his head swim. He followed through with everything he had learned. He rubbed with his wet tongue, bit at his lips, and left his trace inside Yeorok’s mouth.

But the longer he kissed, the more the pain grew. At some point, instead of pleasant moans, broken groans slipped out. His brows kept knitting. With their faces pressed close, those reactions reached Yeorok completely.

Yeorok pulled his lips away and stared at his face. He felt ‎metallic taste from start of the kiss. Eunho’s lips were rough and cracked, with blood seeping through. More than that, the heat inside his mouth was overwhelming.

Yeorok mixed tongues again, trying to find the cause. The strange discomfort had been nagging at him since earlier.

“Do you have a sore on your tongue?”

“…Yes.”

He had practiced so much that his mouth was torn up. Repeated rubbing against the dildo had raised sores on his tongue, and ulcers had formed along the lining. Anything touching it felt like being cut with a knife.

Eunho bit his swollen lips. Under Yeorok’s cold gaze, he quietly sucked the blood from the cracked skin.

Would this earn him a scolding too? If so, it felt a little unfair. His only fault was working hard.

But because the other person was Choi Yeorok, he could not help but be wary. Lowering his eyes, Eunho spoke in a weak voice.

“…It’s not contagious.”

“I know that.”

Yeorok brushed off his defense and lifted his chin.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Eunho hesitated, then opened his lips. His tongue peeked out, trembling like it had caught a chill.

Without a word, Yeorok examined the wet tongue closely. A small bump stood out on the smooth surface. Because of it, Eunho’s tongue was a deeper red than usual.

Yeorok ran his own tongue over the sore. The heat around the swollen bump was intense.

As he carefully licked the rough spot, Eunho hunched his shoulders. It was painful each time his tongue touched the core of the sore. He tried to endure, but with his mouth open, he couldn’t himself from groaning.

Yeorok did not stop. He licked over the wounds inside his lips and along the lining of his cheeks. When his tongue rubbed the raw, ulcered cheek, Eunho’s face quivered.

“Does it hurt?”