RB 87

“What’s wrong?”

Yeorok smirked. Eunho frowned even deeper at the sly smile. He spat out the penis and smacked his saliva-soaked lips.

“Don’t provoke me. I’ll… make a sound.”

“……”

Yeorok pondered briefly before rummaging inside his coat pocket. He took out two condoms he carried just in case. He tore open the plastic wrapper, causing Eunho to widen his eyes in surprise.

Yeorok pushed Eunho’s forehead lightly with an expressionless face. Then, he casually rolled the condom over his fully erect penis.

“Take off your pants.”

He tore open the remaining wrapper. Holding a condom that didn’t even fit, he waited, seemingly intending to put one on Eunho too. Eunho asked, his face frozen in shock.

“…Are you going to do it here?”

“Yes.”

“Chairman… I won’t be able to hold back the noise if you put it in.”

“Exactly. Why did you go messing with someone who was minding their own business?”

Yeorok instead blamed Eunho, giving him a dismissive nod. He showed no sign of backing down. Eunho had no choice but to get up and undress.

The rubber covering Eunho’s penis was loose. Just like the padded jacket, the condom clearly looked borrowed from someone else.

Had the difference in build always been this stark? Yeorok chuckled silently. He’d never once thought Shim Eunho was small, but seeing him now, he seemed much thinner and smaller than him. But since it was just to prevent staining clothes, size didn’t matter.

Yeorok pulled the slender waist tightly against his own. At that touch, Eunho, who had been standing awkwardly, braced his knees on the seat and climbed onto Yeorok.

Yeorok grabbed his pale buttocks, spread them apart, and rubbed his cock between them. The clever hole recognized the presence that would fill it and reacted immediately.

“No lube, so it’ll be dry.”

Eunho lifted his tousled head at the muttered words.

“…Just three minutes.”

Then he put two fingers in his mouth to wet them. His fingers, coated in saliva, soon moved backward. Eunho began thrusting his fingers in himself, widening the tight space. The sound of his frantic poking filled the car with heavy breathing.

Yeorok leaned back against the seat, quietly observing the scene. His intense gaze moved over Eunho’s furrowed brow, flushed cheeks, and elbow moving slowly but diligently.

Suddenly, he reached out and scratched Eunho’s chest. After just a few strokes on the nipple, a rounded outline appeared beneath the T-shirt. He pulled his slender waist close and pressed his lips against that curve. The fabric’s characteristic starchy taste coated his tongue as he sucked on it.

Yeorok didn’t pull away until the T-shirt was soaked through with saliva. As he sucked noisily and rubbed with the tip of his tongue, only the area around the nipple became distinctly opaque. Seeing the outline and color of the nipple revealed was quite satisfying.

“How long will it take?”

Yeolok asked, wickedly licking up the wet T-shirt with his tongue. That sensation made Eunho let out a flushed moan. His hips trembled as he barely managed to answer.

“…Not yet.”

“Hasn’t it been three minutes?”

Yeorok wiped a bit of the lubricant from the condom with his fingers, then grabbed Eunho’s hips and spread them apart. Even though two fingers were already inside, he pushed his index and middle fingers in too.

With Yeorok’s fingers added, the already narrow space felt tightly filled. Joints rubbed against each other, creating a wild sensation.

Yeorok pressed his own finger against Eunho’s hands, rubbing against the tight, elastic walls. Then a sudden thought struck him.

“How can it be this tight every single time?”

Considering how many times his cock had come and gone, it should have stretched, yet the elasticity of that back passage remained as tight as the first time.

“I… I’m sorry.”

He hadn’t even asked for an answer, yet Eunho immediately apologized. Yeorok exhaled and withdrew his fingers.

“Put it in yourself.”

Saying this, he grabbed Eunho’s hips with his empty hand and pulled him closer. His rigid member was already aimed between Eunho’s thighs.

As Yeorok gently kneaded his tense buttocks, Eunho took a long, deep breath and reached down. Grasping the thick shaft, he aligned the hard tip with his opening. Sinking down, the glans pushed deep inside. No matter how stretched he was, it was hard without lubricant.

“I’ll spread you open, so just sit down, Sim Eunho.”

Yeorok gripped his buttock firmly and pulled it to the side. The pain from the tight grip on his flesh made the discomfort of insertion fade somewhat.

Eunho slowly lowered himself in that position. The thick glans caught at the rim of his hole. His back straightened rigidly, and his fingers gripping Yeorok’s forearm tightened.

“Huhh.”

As the glans’ hit his prostate, a nasal sound resounded in the car. Eunho wiggled his hips, rubbing the sensitive spot harder. As the stimulation continued, his inner walls felt more pliable. With each thrust, Yeorok’s cock slid deeper inside.

A moment later, Eunho’s hips were tightly pressed against Yeorok’s groin. The strenuous penetration had soaked the back of Eunho’s T-shirt with sweat.

Yeorok gently cupped Eunho’s slightly flushed buttocks in his hand. The gaze looking up at Eunho’s flushed face was noticeably more relaxed than before.

“Since you asked for it, Sim Eunho, you have to take responsibility.”

“Ugh, hmm.”

“If I move, the car will shake, so you better handle it well.”

With the member deep inside him, Eunho could barely breathe. Even so, when Yeorok gave the order, he bit his lip and clung desperately to his fading consciousness. Then, bracing his knees, he slowly thrust his hips back and forth. Each time the member withdrew, it pulled at his dry insides with a wet, snapping sound, driving him mad.

It was night after sunset, and the car windows were heavily tinted, so no one could peek in. But if the idling car shook too much, they might be caught doing something obscene.

Eunho moved as carefully as possible. He bit his lip , desperate not to let even a moan escape. The lower lip caught between his teeth turned white, as if it might tear at any moment.

If that caused a wound, it would be trouble, but Yeorok pulled Eunho’s neck toward him and slid his tongue into the gap between his tightly clenched teeth.

Eunho’s mouth opened helplessly. He dared not bite Yeorok’s lips. Their wet lips mingled instantly, and as their soft flesh pressed together, his tongue grew limp.

“Ah, ugh! Ch-Chairman. The sound… Huh, I can’t hold it in. It keeps escaping…”

“That’s a pity.”

Even as Eunho struggled, Yeorok wore an expression that seemed to find this situation delightful. A smile even played around his long-slanted eyes.

Yeorok rolled up his T-shirt and stuffed it into Eunho’s mouth. Eunho clenched the fabric tightly while his thighs trembled. The thoroughly worn inner walls eagerly devoured his member. The squelching sound of flesh rubbing together was quite loud.

Sex was high-intensity exercise. Especially when on top like this, Eunho had no choice but to move more. Before long, sweat began pouring down. Eunho’s heat was so intense that Yeorok couldn’t bear it either and shed his coat.

His eyes, dark and glistening with sweat, fixed on Eunho. After staring at those drooling lips for a while, he suddenly grabbed the T-shirt Eunho was clutching and pulled it off. His body acted before his mind could think it was dirty. He pressed his lips against Eunho’s, sucking up the thinning saliva, then found Eunho’s tongue and wrapped his own around it relentlessly.

He slowed Eunho’s pace, lifting his hips up and then slamming them down repeatedly. The angle pressed the tip against the very edge of Eunho’s inner wall, squeezing it relentlessly. An intense pleasure, so strong it made his vision blur, washed over him. Just then, Eunho grabbed Yeorok’s hair and began to tug and tangle it.

“Haah, hmm, I can’t… I’m gonna… come.”

“How long has it even been?”

Yeorok lowered his eyes. Eunho’s cock, wedged against his lower abdomen, twitched. The loose condom dangled slackly. He pulled the hand gripping his hair toward Eunho and placed it directly around his shaft.

“Hold the condom tight. It’s slipping.”

At those words, Eunho stopped moving and looked at him with a sorrowful expression.

“Can’t you buy my size too?”

“I told you we wouldn’t need it.”

“We’re using it now…”

“Just use mine. What’s the problem?”

The casual tone was proof Sim Eunho had lost his mind, so Yeorok didn’t care much. He tapped his groin lightly, taking over for the exhausted Eunho.

Eunho clutched the condom in one hand and wrapped his free arm around Yeorok’s shoulder. His stamina had long since drained. As if resolved to lean on him, he only spread his legs wide and didn’t move an inch.

Yeorok was slowly breaking out in sweat too, and the driver’s seat was now completely sweltering. The heat was one thing, but the inability to move freely was really getting to him.

Finally, he twisted his body and switched positions with Eunho. In an instant, the seat reclined backward, and Yeorok slid between his spread legs.

One of Eunho’s legs was draped over the console box. Now that the position was much more comfortable, Yeorok thrust his penis inside him as he pleased. Gone was the initial caution; he didn’t care if the car shook.

Eunho, pinned beneath him, let out a steady stream of lewd moans. Yeorok pressed his lips against his, desperate to muffle the sound.

As the fierce thrusting continued, their kiss caused their front teeth to clatter together. They looked like people having sex for the very first time. The instep of his foot, perched on the console box, kept arching and flattening.

The car grew hot and steamy from their frantic coupling, filled with a lewd scent. The window had long been fogged up with condensation. Along with the wet sound of penetration, sweat dripped steadily down his neck.

“Haah!”

After holding back, Eunho reached climax first. His inner walls clenched tightly, gripping his cock, making Yeorok grit his teeth. After several thrusts, he too reached his peak. When it was over, both were drenched in sweat.

“Huff.”

Yeorok caught his breath and slowly stood up. As he stepped back, the condom, heavy with semen, slid off with a wet sound.

Even while Yeorok was casually disposing of the condom, Eunho was still twitching. Suddenly, Yeorok’s gaze fell on Eunho’s penis. The condom Eunho had used was perfectly intact, not a single wet spot. He hadn’t even ejaculated.

“Went dry? Guess I tried one more thing I hadn’t done before.”

Eunho didn’t respond, crawling awkwardly over to the next seat. The glimpse of his earlobe was bright red, as if it might explode at any moment.

Even so, he gathered his pants and underwear and fumbled to pull them on. He acted as if nothing had happened, but his body still held traces of lingering pleasure. Even his fingers pulling up his pants trembled slightly.

“We weren’t caught, right?”

“I don’t know.”

Yeorok wiped his hands with a wet wipe and smiled. He had already confirmed no one was around, and he planned to delete all the parking lot CCTV footage anyway.

The two slowly began preparing to leave. Eunho followed Yeorok’s lead and fastened his seatbelt.

After sex, things always felt awkward. It seemed like he should say something, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Eunho fidgeted with his hands before blurting out anything.

“…When we’re having sex, I lose my mind, so I’m not sure if I can act. Someone who’s been with Choi Yoonho might realize I’m someone else. What do you think, Chairman?”

“……”

Eunho turned his head, then froze.

Yeorok, who had been smiling just moments ago, now glared at him coldly. After staring at him fiercely for a long moment, the man ruffled his wet hair and let out a short, mocking laugh. Though he was laughing, his gaze toward Eunho remained piercing.

“You’re… making me feel pretty fucking awful.”

“……”

Eunho couldn’t utter a word in front of him. He didn’t even know what he’d said wrong.

Saying anything more here would only stir up Yeorok’s mood unnecessarily. Eunho chose to keep his mouth shut. But he couldn’t just stand there brazenly, so he quietly looked out the window.

Why did he get angry just now? Because I reminded his of Choi Yoonho? Or did I say something too presumptuous?

Even after pondering, no immediate answer came to mind. The more he got to know Choi Yeorok, the harder he found him to understand. Even after intimate contact, he couldn’t fathom his true feelings at all.