Chapter 146: Side Story Part 3 Episode 9 – A Necessary Person

“…That’s kind of cruel.”

Han-geon’s voice, tinged with a bitter smile, echoed softly through the entryway.

Even so, he couldn’t hide the affection shining in his eyes as he looked at the man standing before him.

“You really want to keep seeing me like this—this pathetic?”

“Pathetic, my ass.

You’re so pretty right now I feel like I could crunch you up and eat you.”

“What kind of—your taste is seriously awful.”

“The man I love most in the world said he was jealous because of me.”

Looking down at him with a sticky, heated gaze, Eun-gyeol whispered.

“And you expect me not to lose my mind, seeing you like that?”

Their gazes wavered, filled with blazing desire.

Han-geon tilted his head slightly and leaned toward those beautiful lips right in front of him.

But just before their lips touched, Eun-gyeol turned his face aside and dodged him.

He twisted the corner of his mouth into an awkward smile.

“…I figured you might be upset.

Sorry, but can you wait just a bit?

I’ll wash up real quick and—”

“I don’t care.”

Spitting out the words shortly, Han-geon grabbed the collar of Eun-gyeol’s shirt as he turned toward the bathroom.

The kiss scene they’d filmed earlier no longer mattered at all.

Han-geon yanked him back and captured his lips in one swift motion.

Only then did the memory surface—Eun-gyeol scrubbing his lips obsessively after the kiss scene, then not even stopping there, rummaging around for his own handkerchief and rubbing his face with it.

The answer had been right there all along, and yet he’d been so upset over nothing—it felt hollow and absurd.

Alongside his guilt toward Eun-gyeol, his affection bubbled up fiercely, boiling over.

“…I need Cha Eun-gyeol.

Right now.”

Han-geon spoke the words Eun-gyeol always said to him.

Those pretty eyes widened.

Before Eun-gyeol could respond, Han-geon closed his mouth over his lower lip and bit down lightly.

Eun-gyeol’s startled moan slipped out—“ngh”—and it sounded nothing but obscene.

As Han-geon pushed his tongue into the defenseless opening, that familiar heat coiled around him.

He brushed the tip of his tongue lightly against the soft flesh.

Right away, he felt the bodies pressed together grow heavy.

The spark caught instantly.

After freezing for a beat, Eun-gyeol lunged in roughly.

His firm, rigid tongue shoved deep inside.

Their tongues tangled wildly, filling Han-geon’s mouth, and before he knew it, wet, obscene sounds spilled out.

Short of breath, Han-geon grabbed Eun-gyeol’s shoulders and tried to push him away, but this time Eun-gyeol didn’t give an inch.

Panting, Han-geon still sucked back at the tongue relentlessly invading him.

The pheromones thickening the air made him dizzy.

As he twisted his hips at the sensation of slickness spreading helplessly below, a hard knee drove mercilessly between his legs, pinning him in place.

Two fully aroused cocks pressed together.

The slow rubbing through their clothes felt shockingly good.

Their breathing grew ragged.

Feeling his eyes begin to sting with moisture, Han-geon let out a heavy moan through clenched teeth.

Their bodies, tangled together, moved slowly.

They barely managed to kick off their shoes before collapsing onto the bed with a dull thud.

Pushing Han-geon down, Eun-gyeol crossed his arms and yanked his T-shirt off in one motion.

“Wait—wash… let’s wash first.”

“No.

I can’t wait.”

The short, forceful tone brimmed with barely restrained arousal.

Han-geon bit his lip and tried to push at Eun-gyeol’s shoulder, but it was useless.

There wasn’t a hint of yesterday’s easy compliance in him now.

“You said you needed me.

I’ll give you everything.

So hurry up and take me.”

Even his eyes were different from yesterday.

Gone was the gentle, coaxing smile—this was Eun-gyeol pouncing like a starved beast.

He pinned Han-geon’s wrists to the bed as if binding them and slowly licked up the line of his throat.

A shiver ran through Han-geon, his toes curling involuntarily.

Their lips crashed together again, deep and fierce.

Eun-gyeol deftly stripped Han-geon’s shirt away with one hand, and Han-geon lifted his upper body to help.

Half-naked, their bodies clung together as they kissed, the obscene sounds of sucking lips and tongues slapping wetly through the room.

The hands stripping off pants were merciless with excitement.

Even the rough slide of denim scraping down his thighs heightened the arousal.

Eun-gyeol’s hot palm deliberately rubbed over the damp front of Han-geon’s underwear, slow and taunting, as if to remind him just how wet he was.

“You’re soaked, Han-geon….”

“Don’t take your time.

You’re just as turned on.”

A strained voice escaped him.

Refusing to back down, Han-geon yanked Eun-gyeol’s pants down and cupped him over his underwear.

The hard length bulged obscenely, the tip even peeking out.

When Han-geon dragged his fingernail lightly over the exposed head, Eun-gyeol let out a pained groan.

“Ah—hnng.”

Han-geon lowered his head slowly and flicked his tongue over the exposed tip.

With the sharp point of his tongue, he teased the head where precum dripped freely.

Above him, Eun-gyeol cursed in a low, broken voice.

This time, he didn’t apologize for it.

Han-geon slid off the bed and naturally dropped to his knees.

Eun-gyeol sat with his legs spread, moaning as he reached out.

Feeling fingers stroke his hair, Han-geon pressed his tongue to the tip again and slowly shook his head, while his hand gently massaged the still-covered balls.

Eun-gyeol dragged a hand roughly down his own face.

“f*ck, Han-geon… what are you trying to do to me?”

“Why?

Not into it?”

He tossed out the ridiculous joke, even though he knew better.

The moment he lifted his eyes playfully, he met a gaze soaked in raw lust.

“Does that even make sense?

I want to get you pregnant right now.”

Nothing about Eun-gyeol’s voice or words was restrained.

Pure, unfiltered desire spilled out as his grip tightened at the back of Han-geon’s head.

Even then, Han-geon could feel him holding back, struggling not to pull too hard.

“More.

Do more.

Swallow more….”

The low, eerie voice was both a plea and a command.

The trembling hand pressed insistently against the back of his head.

The lips that had been teasing just the tip suddenly swallowed half the shaft at once.

Startled by the sudden pressure, Han-geon reflexively tightened his lips.

A feral groan rumbled above him.

Eun-gyeol looked ready to shove his cock straight down Han-geon’s throat.

Dark desire flickered in the eyes looking down at him as fingers brushed through his hair and over his earlobe.

Han-geon steadied his breathing and opened his throat, slowly—very slowly—trying to take him deeper.

“Uhk—ugh.”

The moan stuck thickly in the back of his throat.

Tears welled at the corners of his eyes.

The thick, hot length slid in like a snake, choking off his breath, pulling out, then thrusting back in impatiently.

Each time it pushed inside, the pulsing shaft spilled more precum.

Saliva-mixed fluid dripped down under Han-geon’s chin.

Every time the soft flesh at the back of his mouth was pressed down, Han-geon’s shoulders shook.

Hearing the wet sucking sounds leaking between his strained lips, Eun-gyeol’s eyes grew cloudier with arousal.

When his vision blurred with tears and breathing through his nose became unbearable, Han-geon braced himself against Eun-gyeol’s solid thighs and pulled back.

Panting and coughing, his face was immediately cupped in both of Eun-gyeol’s hands as Eun-gyeol leaned in to kiss him without hesitation.

Given what he’d just been doing, Han-geon tried to turn away—but their lips met anyway.

“Wait—hah—kissing is kind of—”

“I need Choi Han-geon right now too.”

The soft laugh sounded good.

Between their tangled lips, the same wet sounds from moments ago slipped out again.

Breath ran short once more.

Saliva smeared messily as they gasped against each other.

After wiping Han-geon’s chin with his palm, Eun-gyeol slipped his hand between Han-geon’s arms and pulled him up, laying him back on the bed.

He yanked Han-geon’s underwear down in one motion and immediately slid his fingers down below.

His fingers dug into the slick, messy heat and rubbed firmly.

“Ah—huh, there….”

A finger pushed in at once, the intrusion both welcome and frustrating.

Han-geon’s lips parted.

Normally he’d never say something like this—but with both of them pushed to their limits, it was different.

“More…

Put more in.”

“As much as you want.”

Eun-gyeol’s voice, lowered further with arousal, was intoxicating.

When a second thick finger joined in, the pressure intensified immediately.

Han-geon panted, tipping his chin upward.

The slow, wet lick up his exposed throat sent shivers through him.

Each slow thrust of the fingers produced wet sounds below.

The dull, squelching noises soon turned into shameless splashing.

The way Eun-gyeol rotated his wrist to stretch him open felt dizzyingly good.

It didn’t take long before Han-geon started craving something thicker and longer than those fingers pressing into his walls.

“Hurry….”

Han-geon frowned as he pleaded.

As if he’d been waiting for it, Eun-gyeol grasped his cock.

The dripping tip traced slowly over the entrance.

The obscene friction made the craving spike violently.

Eun-gyeol whispered,

“Han-geon.

Say my name.”

“Cha Eun—gyeol.”

“Like before…

Call me like before.”

Like before…

It was something so long ago it barely lingered in memory.

Last summer, Han-geon had soothed him using that private form of address, and Eun-gyeol had calmed down with shocking ease every time he heard it.

“Gyeol… Gyeol-ah—ngh, ah…!”

The moment he spoke the name preserved in memory, a thick pressure forced its way inside.

No matter how carefully Eun-gyeol had loosened him beforehand, this moment was always overwhelming.

Han-geon let out a scream-like moan, his mouth hanging open.

His legs reflexively wrapped around Eun-gyeol’s waist, trembling violently.

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