Chapter 24: The Terms of Convenience

Sa-yoon stared intently at Han Do-hoon. Why had he dragged Han Do-hoon here, suggesting a drink? Had he truly acted so impulsively, knowing full well what the other man desired from him?

‘Ah….’

Sa-yoon felt he understood now why he had so capriciously brought Han Do-hoon to this place.

Sa-yoon was much like Han Do-hoon. He needed a suitable person. Someone who could keep Jin Jung-woo in check, someone Jin Jung-woo couldn’t touch. And crucially, a relationship that could be neatly ended and tidied away without any lingering repercussions.

Han Do-hoon was the exact person who fit these stringent, almost impossible, conditions.

“What a truly insane idea,”

Sa-yoon muttered to himself, then once again drained the full glass of alcohol in a single gulp. The bitter liquid poured down his throat, cascading into his stomach.

To upset an enemy, one should befriend their enemy’s enemy. Chae-jun had once said that. And now, a perfectly suitable person stood right before him.

Han Do-hoon possessed even greater influence than Jin Jung-woo, and they could use each other without any messy complications afterward.

Ordinarily, he would have dismissed such a dangerous tightrope walk as an absurd proposition. But in his current state of mind, it felt as though he could do anything.

Sa-yoon needed power. If he continued to meekly follow Jin Jung-woo’s words and appear submissive, such incidents would only repeat themselves.

Sa-yoon met Han Do-hoon’s gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips.

When he had first heard Han Do-hoon’s proposition, he had despised the man with a burning intensity. He had felt utter contempt, wondering how anyone could view another person in such a way.

Yet, the moment he faced a difficult situation, the thought of using Han Do-hoon immediately sprang to mind. He felt capable of anything to spite Jin Jung-woo. In a way, he realized he was quite rotten himself.

Still, though.

Sa-yoon was utterly exhausted by his current circumstances. Even self-reproach felt like a luxury he couldn’t afford.

Draining his glass, Sa-yoon offered a bitter smile. Now that he was struggling, he finally understood Han Do-hoon’s feelings.

Han Do-hoon, when he proposed a partnership to Sa-yoon, hadn’t harbored any malice. He had simply made a request out of need for a partner. Whether the person hearing the proposal felt good or bad about it hadn’t mattered.

Han Do-hoon had simply needed Sa-yoon and made the request; when rejected, he had merely withdrawn. Just as Sa-yoon now needed Han Do-hoon. It seemed one truly only understood people by experiencing them firsthand.

“Mr. Han Do-hoon, you said you needed me, didn’t you? That you had something to test by using me.”

“I apologize for that.”

“No, there’s no need to apologize. I’ve found myself in a situation where I need to use you, quite conveniently.”

‘So, perhaps we can consider ourselves even,’ Sa-yoon thought. He unwrapped the towel from around himself. He pulled his arms from his outer clothes, which had dried and clung to him, now wrinkled.

“I can’t tell you why, but for now, I think I need to get a little closer to you. And I need a change of pace, too. This is exactly when I need it most, so would you mind cooperating?”

It was the perfect solution: infuriate Jin Jung-woo, and lightly shift Sa-yoon’s own mood.

Han Do-hoon tilted his head, watching Sa-yoon’s faint smile. He silently pondered the meaning of Sa-yoon’s words, then picked up the outer garments from the floor.

“Do you understand what you’re saying?”

“Of course I do. I’m saying I’ll roll around with you, just this once. Well, if you don’t want to, there’s nothing I can do.”

“Let’s go, now.”

Han Do-hoon gathered the jacket he had picked up. Then, he wrapped an extra dry towel, which had been nearby, around Sa-yoon. As the fresh towel touched him, Sa-yoon’s lowered body temperature began to rise, feeling warm and cozy.

“Ah, my clothes are less dry than I thought. I can’t possibly enter headquarters looking like this…”

“The hotel is directly above us,”

Han Do-hoon stated, pulling Sa-yoon by his towel-wrapped shoulder. Sa-yoon, blinking his round eyes, met Han Do-hoon’s gaze.

“So, you came to this bar from the very beginning with this in mind?”

“I won’t answer that.”

“Oh, ho. Oh, ho.”

This man was more cunning than he appeared. Sa-yoon clicked his tongue and followed Han Do-hoon. The two stepped into the elevator waiting in the basement.

The elevator ascended directly to the top floor without a single stop.

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There was no time to collect his thoughts. The moment they entered the room, he was pushed onto the bed. His wet clothes were tossed onto the floor, and his damp hair spread across the pillows.

Even in that instant, Sa-yoon, feeling the unreality of the situation, relaxed his body and surrendered himself to Han Do-hoon. He barely registered the bedding getting wet, nor the goosebumps rising on his chilled skin.

“Slowly. Slowly.”

“I’ve waited long enough.”

Han Do-hoon stood before the now-naked Sa-yoon and swiftly shed his own clothes. Having stripped Sa-yoon in one fluid motion, Han Do-hoon smiled with satisfaction.

“I’ve wanted to do this ever since earlier.”

“Earlier? When exactly?”

“From the moment you were standing in the rain.”

With an indifferent expression, he casually uttered words that would typically make one’s face flush.

In stark contrast to his gaze, which seemed ready to pierce Sa-yoon, Han Do-hoon’s touch was remarkably gentle. His fingers caressed Sa-yoon’s pale toes, rising to encircle his ankle bones.

The careful touch traced his ankles, then massaged his calves. His hands ascended past his knees, pressing lightly on both legs. He was molding Sa-yoon’s body as if it were clay.

Sa-yoon frowned at the actions, which seemed to savor the bare skin of someone touched for the first time without inhibition.

“You said you waited long enough, yet you still have time for games, it seems.”

“I am savoring it. So as not to miss the very first scent.”

Simultaneously with his words, Han Do-hoon’s large body moved over Sa-yoon. His broad back obscured the light, and in the shadowed space, Sa-yoon met Han Do-hoon’s gaze.

The polite smile on his face belied the image of a deeply parched beast.

“You don’t need to worry; I will do this properly.”

Han Do-hoon, whose intense smile revealed his canines, buried his head in Sa-yoon’s shoulder. He sank his teeth into the skin, biting and sucking strongly.

Yet, noticing only the skin turn red, he then caressed it with tenderness.

He stroked Sa-yoon’s entire body as if testing its resilience. He gripped his shoulders, descended to his chest, and pressed on his nipples.

His hand swept over Sa-yoon’s twitching abdomen, then gripped his hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. The red finger-shaped marks, however, quickly faded.

Han Do-hoon smiled contentedly at the cool skin beneath his touch.

Han Do-hoon bent his head, parting Sa-yoon’s thighs. His soft cheek brushed against Sa-yoon’s groin.

“Ah…!”

In a gasp, Sa-yoon’s semi-erect shaft was pulled into a moist mouth. He felt as though he was being devoured by the hot mucous membranes of the mouth. A thick tongue pressed against Sa-yoon’s glans. Its tip, sharpened, rubbed against the opening.

As Sa-yoon’s hips bucked, Han Do-hoon reached out and pulled his waist closer.

Deeper, Han Do-hoon opened his throat and swallowed the hardened length down to its root.

Han Do-hoon’s mouth was incredibly soft, as if toothless. The sensation of his palate and tongue constricting tightly made Sa-yoon gasp, clutching the bedsheets.

His parted lips trembled from the shock of the powerful suction. Before he could even regain his composure, Sa-yoon’s body, stimulated as if being wrung out, convulsed violently.

As Han Do-hoon’s tongue tip blocked and rubbed against his urethra, a blinding white lightning flashed before Sa-yoon’s eyes.

Han Do-hoon, having swallowed Sa-yoon whole, curved his eyes in a smile. Sa-yoon felt a surge of emotion at the clear, superior grin.

He had known it since Han Do-hoon had rubbed his lips so wantonly, but what a truly wicked tongue. Sa-yoon, who had immediately climaxed the moment his member was taken, covered his flushed face with both outstretched arms.

After his release, his impulsive thoughts subsided, and he began to question whether what he was doing was truly right.

“Don’t think about anything. Just look forward.”

It was as if Han Do-hoon had peered directly into Sa-yoon’s mind. He moved Sa-yoon’s arms away and stroked his cheek and neck.

Opening his eyes, Sa-yoon saw Han Do-hoon’s face directly before him. The sharp jawline and prominent nose, backlit by the overhead light like a halo, were close.

Their lips collided roughly, and then his cheek was licked. Thick palms explored Sa-yoon’s entire body.

It was impossible to tell if Han Do-hoon’s hands were on his chest, his lower abdomen, deep on his thighs, or if they were embracing every part of him all at once.

Buried in Han Do-hoon’s high-temperature body, much like the hot interior of his mouth, Sa-yoon swayed wherever he was pulled.

Han Do-hoon was relentless. He fiercely caressed, bit, and pressed down on Sa-yoon’s body.

He teased Sa-yoon, smiling brightly like a child excited by a new toy. He gripped him both gently and forcefully, as if testing his limits.

He licked with his tongue, then bit, then licked again, repeating the motions. This persistent stimulation of his sensitive spots made Sa-yoon’s body burn with desire.

Han Do-hoon squeezed a generous amount of gel into his large hand and spread Sa-yoon’s legs. As the sticky gel was rubbed between his parted thighs, its cold texture warmed to body temperature.

Thick fingers probed into Sa-yoon’s tightly clenched anus.

“Ugh…”

“It’s soft here. Delicate and warm.”

“Enough with the commentary, just…”

With Han Do-hoon’s hand patting his back and teasing the entrance, Sa-yoon wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. It was an action he would never have taken in his right mind, but now, his senses were hazy from the pain and unfamiliar sensations.

Two fingers slid deep into the opening, expanding it. Then, more cold gel was introduced. Swiftly, the fingers increased to three, exploring the inside of Sa-yoon’s lower abdomen.

“Just… do it.”