Chapter 62: Vicious Sweetness

“Ugh…!”

A heavy weight came down on the back of his head.
His face was forcibly pressed against Eun-gyeol’s groin.
The shaft that suddenly shoved deep inside rammed mercilessly into the back of his throat.

A growl-like moan boiled above him.
Eun-gyeol grabbed Han-geon’s nape again and again with rough hands and slammed him downward.

His hand briefly shifted to the back of Han-geon’s head, but the short hair slipped easily through his fingers.
Eun-gyeol licked his lips with his tongue, his expression parched with desire.
Grabbing the back of Han-geon’s neck once more, he thrust his hips upward this time.
A choking sound burst from Han-geon’s throat.

“Khk—ugh, kh—kh….”

Tears welled in his eyes in an instant.
Until his vision blurred completely, Cha Eun-gyeol continued his cruelty.
The shaft drove in relentlessly, grinding into the tender flesh deep in his throat, pulling back only to charge in again, over and over.

Tears dripped down.
Reflexively, Han-geon raised a hand and grabbed Eun-gyeol’s thigh.
The muscle-lined thigh was tensed as hard as stone.
Forcing strength into his eyes clouded with tears, he shook the liquid away and glared up at Eun-gyeol.
When his vision finally cleared, the man before him wore an expression beyond description.

His face was flushed red with arousal.
Eyes slick and obscene, he had them fixed squarely on Han-geon.
Watching his cock slide in and out of Han-geon’s mouth in full view, he showed not a trace of disgust or waning desire—
instead, his gaze gleamed with lust, as though unwilling to miss even a split second.

The moment he saw that look, the strength drained from the hand that had been pushing at Eun-gyeol’s thigh.
Realizing that his earlier worry had been nothing but unfounded anxiety, what surged up instead was confusion.
Was this really okay for Eun-gyeol to be doing?
Why was he making that kind of face while looking at him…?

“Haah… f*ck.”

The curse, chewed out in a low voice, clawed through the air.
The harder Han-geon pursed his lips to keep liquid from spilling, the louder the obscene sounds echoed.
Despite his care, saliva and pre-cum seeped out anyway, messily wetting his lips and chin.
Seeing Han-geon’s tear-filled eyes and glistening mouth, Eun-gyeol let out a short laugh.

Between the violent thrusts, waves of nausea surged up.
The more Han-geon tried to pull away, the more relentlessly Eun-gyeol chased and rammed back in, until it became unbearable.
Just as Han-geon moved to push him away, Eun-gyeol’s hips stopped at the perfect moment.
As Han-geon gasped for breath he hadn’t gotten enough of, hot liquid began to pour into the back of his throat.

“…..!”

Han-geon frowned deeply.
He tried to pull his mouth away, but Eun-gyeol’s hand arrived a beat faster.
Pressing down on the back of his head to keep him from escaping, Eun-gyeol finished inside Han-geon’s throat with a beautifully smiling face.

Having helplessly swallowed the semen Eun-gyeol pumped into him, Han-geon pulled his head back with a grimace.
It took him a long while just to steady his ragged breathing.
He roughly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glared at Eun-gyeol.

“…Ha… haah, haah… you bastard.”

“Sorry, sorry…”

He had already done something utterly barbaric, yet his touch and his tone were gentler than anyone else’s in the world.
Han-geon roughly slapped Eun-gyeol’s hand away.
Even so, that hand stubbornly clung back, wiping Han-geon’s face and stroking his hair.

“Seeing you with my d*ck in your mouth suddenly made me crazy horny.
That’s why I did it.”

“…Don’t ever do this shit again.”

“Come on, don’t say that.
Let it slide.”

Watching the way Eun-gyeol’s eyes curved softly as he said, “Huh?”, Han-geon was seized by a heavy, tangled feeling.
Even at a moment like this, he thought that face looked pretty.
Even if he were possessed by something, could it really be this complete, this relentless?
Feeling overwhelmed by his own blind, foolish, stubborn one-sided love, Han-geon felt his throat tighten.

“You treat your other partners like this too, don’t you?
You do whatever you want, then turn around and act all gentle afterward.”

The words he’d thrown out slashed recklessly at his own heart.
It was stupid.
The one constantly hurting his own feelings wasn’t Cha Eun-gyeol—it was himself.

Eun-gyeol remained silent.
After straightening his clothes, he simply looked at Han-geon quietly, his face still holding residual heat.
It was hard to read what emotion lay in his gaze.
There was no apology, no regret, no irritation—
yet it was a gaze so solid it felt suffocating.

Nothing had changed.
Han-geon knew it instinctively.
Even after doing something like this with him, even after hearing such sharp words, Eun-gyeol had no intention of changing in the slightest.
Knowing that so clearly, what was Han-geon even hoping he would say?
That it wasn’t true?
That he only treated him like this?
…No matter how cynically he tried to think, his heart kept pounding faster.

Eun-gyeol’s calm voice split the silence.

“Don’t do that.”

A hand reached out and slowly stroked Han-geon’s short hair.
Eun-gyeol’s touch was maddeningly sweet—so sweet that Han-geon no longer even had the will to bat it away.
Sliding his hand down from Han-geon’s hair, Eun-gyeol caught his wrist and lifted it.

“You have no idea how much I like you.”

A ticklish sensation crept into his palm.
Eun-gyeol pressed his lips without hesitation to the rough, callused skin of Han-geon’s palm,
yet never once said the words Han-geon wanted to hear.
Swallowing words that were bitter like poison yet sweet like candy, Han-geon silently let Eun-gyeol take his hand.

***

The rest of the vacation passed like pages flipped in a book.
Spending time clinging wholly to Eun-gyeol more than at any other point in his life, sweet and bitter moments alternated in turn.
Han-geon simply let those moments flow past in silence.

Even so, before going to sleep, he mulled over everything that had happened that day.
What kind of expression Eun-gyeol had worn, what he had said.
What they had eaten together, what they had watched.
Even each individual touch of Eun-gyeol’s hands on his body.

While Han-geon endlessly replayed those moments, Eun-gyeol slept soundly beside him like an angel.
Sharing a bed had become something he took for granted.
Staring endlessly at Eun-gyeol’s sleeping face, Han-geon quietly felt the tangled emotions welling up inside him.

The ecstasy of touching him, followed immediately by despair.
Hope that clung stubbornly like a fool.
Self-mockery that laughed at him.
As he counted those multicolored emotions one by one, the night slowly lost its darkness.
And, without fail, morning came.

Filming was set to resume the day after tomorrow.
He needed to pack and prepare to return to the set.
When Han-geon said he wanted to go home for a bit, Eun-gyeol even disliked that.
In the end, Han-geon only managed to go home on the condition that Eun-gyeol came with him.
Even then, Han-geon barely packed his things before having to return straight back to Eun-gyeol’s place.

He couldn’t deny it—he was being taken for a fool.
Watching himself get thoroughly tossed around by Eun-gyeol, Han-geon felt ridiculous.
Eun-gyeol hadn’t tied him up or locked him in.
He could’ve just run out of the house.
He could’ve gotten angry and said he wouldn’t tolerate being treated like this anymore.
If he declared he wouldn’t be his manager or his friend anymore, there’d be no way for Eun-gyeol to keep him bound.

But Han-geon couldn’t do it.

The reason he’d been reduced to a helpless scarecrow before Eun-gyeol’s bulldozing ways wasn’t just the feelings accumulated over the years.
On top of the foundation laid solidly in the past, Eun-gyeol’s constant kindness kept stealing away Han-geon’s will to resist.

Eun-gyeol acted sweet, like a jar of honey.
His gaze, his voice, his gestures were all things Han-geon had never experienced before.
What he had only ever imagined and dreamed of throughout his life was unfolding right before his eyes, leaving him unable to think straight.
That dreamlike tenderness with which Eun-gyeol enchanted him eventually made even the physical contact Han-geon had so vehemently rejected feel natural.

If resting his head on Han-geon’s knees had once been the limit, now that their bodies were pressed together all the way down to their stomachs, there was no trace of restraint left.
Confronted with Eun-gyeol’s boldly encroaching body, Han-geon collapsed without resistance.
It was nothing like that first contact he’d struggled so desperately to escape.
Han-geon had no idea how to push away such gentle, kind skinship.

Whenever Han-geon was cooking something simple in the kitchen, Eun-gyeol would inevitably cling to him from behind.
He’d wrap an arm around his waist, teasingly nibble at his ear or mouth at his earlobe with his lips.
After stirring him up like that, he’d joke-complain about him getting hard.
Of course, that complaint always turned into thick, lingering caresses.

“Hey—d-don’t touch me there, ngh—this is dangerous in front of the stove!”

Han-geon shook his head as he spoke urgently while flipping a fried egg,
but Eun-gyeol paid no mind, slipping his hand over the bulge jutting out from Han-geon’s shorts and kneading it.
The heat from their tightly pressed bodies seeped straight through.
The whisper against his ear was intimate and playful.

“It’s morning, so I gotta take care of this too.
Our Han-geon’s so damn healthy, after all.”

“I said okay, so let’s eat first…!”

Whether Han-geon protested or not, his shorts were already down around his knees.
The hand smacking his fully hardened cock upward felt so obscenely good it made him want to curse.
Strength drained from his body on its own.
Only recently had Han-geon realized just how weak he was to pleasure.

“Haah, ngh….”

“Hold on there.”

The moment Han-geon set the hot frying pan down, panting for breath, Eun-gyeol reached out.
With one hand kneading Han-geon’s cock, he grabbed the lube with the other and poured it over his ass.
Standing Han-geon in front of the table, the way Eun-gyeol shoved his lower body forward was rough and urgent—
even though they’d gone at it until late the night before.

Until filming resumed, Han-geon spent his time like that with Eun-gyeol.
Every day followed the same pattern.
Eat, have s*x, nap.
Work out together at home, eat again, tangle their bodies, watch a movie….

The price of submission and compromise was undeniably sweet.