Chapter 66: No Time to Recover

“I said I don’t need it, stop…!”

‘Here?
At this timing?’
Cha Eun-gyeol really had to be insane.

Han-geon, who had gone deathly pale and was about to push himself up, let out an involuntary moan and collapsed back onto the sheet when Eun-gyeol’s hand clenched tightly around his center.
Watching that straight, well-built body crumble in an instant, Eun-gyeol lifted the corner of his lips in a beautiful smile.

“Hey, i-if you touch me like that right now…!”

“Han-geon.
Do you know how f*cking turned on I get every time I see you unable to move like this, only with me?”

He whispered against his ear in a damp, low voice.

“It’s completely different from how you were pinning that bastard down just a moment ago.”

“Hng, uh… what the hell are you even talking about….”

Even in the middle of all this, the thing was shamelessly hardening in Cha Eun-gyeol’s hand.
At this point, in matters of s*x, Eun-gyeol knew his body better than he himself did, and once he decided to get him hard, this was inevitable.
Smiling with his eyes, Eun-gyeol spoke in a voice even sweeter than before.

“I’ll make you feel good.”

“What if someone sees, what are you g-going to— ngh.”

“I told you, they won’t see.
Just stay still.”

Was Cha Eun-gyeol really planning to do this here?
It was so absurd and outrageous that Han-geon was left utterly speechless.

But the most ridiculous part was that he couldn’t push Eun-gyeol away to the very end.
He was used to Eun-gyeol always taking control—it had been that way for all seventeen years—but still, wasn’t this a bit too much?

In the blink of an eye, Cha Eun-gyeol had already undone the zipper and pulled out Han-geon’s cock as easily as if it were his own.
Exposed to the air, the shaft was already more than halfway hard, completely out of place for the time and setting.

As soon as Eun-gyeol wrapped his familiar grip around it and pumped it a couple of times, Han-geon covered his face with both hands, staring at the fully hardened length.
A hot sigh spilled through his fingers.
At this point, there was no use trying to stop him.
Experience—repeated many times—had taught him that.

“…Then j-just hurry up and finish, you bastard… ngh, ah….”

For someone claiming he didn’t want it, his body was reacting far too sensitively.
Being in a perfectly tailored suit, focused on work one moment, only to have his cock suddenly handled like this was utterly surreal.
And on top of that, it was that Cha Eun-gyeol—the one who had commanded everyone’s attention just moments ago—handling him like this….

“Han-geon.
For someone like that, you’re enjoying it way too much.”

Precum seeped from the tip, instantly slicking Eun-gyeol’s hand.
Slapping the slippery shaft up and down, he spoke as if amused.
Unable to deny it, Han-geon could only glare at the infuriating Eun-gyeol once.
His ears burned as if they might burst.

Those delicate fingers tightened skillfully around the shaft, squeezing and stroking.
The pleasant pressure drew out hot breaths on its own.
The way his fingers curved to press down on the head, and the persistent scratching at the urethral opening with his nails, sent a dizzying jolt through him.
The thin thread of reason holding on by a hair felt ready to snap.

“About to come?”

“P-please don’t say things like th—”

“Say it.
‘Eun-gyeol, I want to cum.’”

Han-geon clenched his teeth and glared at him.

“No, ngh, you f-f*cking… bastard.”

“Don’t be like that.
Try being pretty.
Like earlier, huh?”

“When did I ever— hng, ugh….”

“You did.
Whether people were watching or not, looking at me with that worried expression… f*ck, ha….
Just thinking about it turns me on again.”

Han-geon’s face flushed as if it might burst, yet he stared at him in disbelief.
He had no idea what Cha Eun-gyeol was even talking about.
Sometimes, it was like this—Eun-gyeol would get fixated on something and completely lose the plot on his own.

No matter how hard he tried to endure, he couldn’t stop his breathing from growing ragged.
Unfiltered moans spread through the air at close range.
Every time he bit his lip to swallow the sound back into his throat, Eun-gyeol mischievously flashed his eyes and met his gaze.
At the same time, his hand grew even more blatant, pumping harder.

“Ah, ngh…!”

Whether it was teasing or genuine, Eun-gyeol’s relentless persistence in dragging out Han-geon’s reactions made it impossible to hold back for long.
The sensation of impending release flooded his vision.
His panting breaths sounded like someone who had just sprinted dozens of meters at full speed.

Milky fluid splattered, wetting Eun-gyeol’s hand.
Only after shaking Han-geon’s cock until he was completely spent did Eun-gyeol pull out a tissue and carefully wipe away the semen smeared on his pants.
Until then, Han-geon could only gasp, soaked in lingering pleasure.

Once it was over, an indescribable wave of self-reproach crashed down on him.
What the hell had he just done, right in the middle of work…?

But Eun-gyeol gave him no time to think.
Before Han-geon could even straighten his clothes, Eun-gyeol hauled him up and forced him down onto his knees in front of him.
As Han-geon knelt there with a dazed expression, blinking blankly, Eun-gyeol smiled as if he found him adorable.

“Now suck mine too.”

His voice, speaking while stroking Han-geon’s hair, was absurdly gentle.
Han-geon could only gape soundlessly.

“Seriously… you’re… insane.”

“If you don’t take care of it, I’ll have to go out like this, you know?”

Eun-gyeol said arrogantly, pointing downward.

“You okay with everyone in the world finding out your actor’s walking around with his d*ck hard, like some heat-ridden mutt?”

“Stop talking, seriously…!”

Chuckling, Eun-gyeol lifted Han-geon’s hand and pressed it against his waistband.
Even without touching it, the bulge threatening to burst through his pants made Han-geon recoil, shaking his head in horror.

“Your rut’s already over, so why are you even like this?”

“What does this have to do with rut?”

Eun-gyeol replied casually as he slowly undid his buckle.
The sharp click echoed loudly in Han-geon’s ears.

“Then why, why are you doing this to me…?”

“Han-geon.
I’m so turned on my d*ck actually hurts.”

Eun-gyeol’s flushed eyes curved as he slowly ran his tongue over his lips.

“So, instead of that mouth, use your other one first.”

The way he pulled his cock out of his briefs and shook it a couple of times was obscenely suggestive, emptying Han-geon’s mind.
While Han-geon sat there dazed, the thick tip approached and tapped shamelessly against his lips.
Teasingly poking at them before slowly rubbing along, the flesh looked especially large and monstrous today.

Kneeling at Eun-gyeol’s feet, Han-geon stared up at his face with conflicted eyes.
Unlike his own turmoil, Eun-gyeol looked like he was enjoying this moment immensely.
He persistently tapped and rubbed the tip against Han-geon’s tightly sealed lips until they opened.
Forcing the cock into the narrow gap, he roughly grabbed his friend’s jaw.

His breathing quickly turned ragged.
Using his mouth was harder than expected.
If it were shoving his face down and taking it like this, he could almost say he was used to it by now—but holding Eun-gyeol’s cock in his mouth while facing him was unbearably difficult and awkward.

A mix of curiosity and lust colored Eun-gyeol’s expression.
That was the face of a man stuffing his d*ck into someone’s mouth.
And even in the midst of this miserable situation, the reason Han-geon always found it so hard to refuse his advances was the heat in that gaze.

It was supposed to be the look one gave a mere s*x partner, yet he couldn’t understand why it burned so intensely.
Those pitch-black, flashing eyes, whenever it came to this, wanted Han-geon wholly and desperately.
Eun-gyeol didn’t even try to hide that desire.
The fact that he wanted him.

Even as the relationship they had maintained twisted and shook like a roller coaster, Eun-gyeol always knew exactly how to ensnare him and render him helpless.
Perhaps it was because the years he had secretly hoped for and imagined Eun-gyeol’s affection were far too long.
The knowledge that Eun-gyeol wanted him made Han-geon obedient to the point of stupidity.

“U-ugh… mmph…!”

“Haah, Han-geon… your mouth is really amazing.”

Eun-gyeol spoke languidly, smiling in satisfaction.
The hand stroking his hair was strangely tender.

“I don’t know why I like shoving it into your mouth so much.”

“Ng, ugh, mmph…!”

“Every time you glare at me with those tear-filled eyes, f*ck… it feels like my d*ck’s melting.”

That damp, ominous voice soaked into his ears.
Suddenly—thump!—the cock slammed deep into his throat.
The tears pooling at the corners of his eyes spilled down his cheeks.
His trembling fingers clutched at the hem of Eun-gyeol’s pants.

When Han-geon instinctively tried to pull his face back, Eun-gyeol grabbed his hair and whispered,

“How about you?
Does it feel good when the guy you like shoves his d*ck into your mouth?”

“Hngh… ugh…!”

“f*ck, does it feel good, Han-geon…?”

Cha Eun-gyeol’s s*x style couldn’t be called gentle or tender, not even as empty praise.
Oral s*x was no exception.
He paid no mind at all to the fact that his huge, thick cock was blocking someone else’s airway.
Grabbing the back of Han-geon’s head mercilessly and thrusting deep inside made his vision swim with yellow spots.

The thick veins scraped roughly against his palate.
Every time the hot cock pierced and withdrew from the soft flesh of his throat, his tongue stuck wetly to it, making obscene sounds.
His eyes were soaked with tears, his lips and chin a mess of precum and saliva.
Seeing Han-geon’s face smeared with every kind of fluid, Eun-gyeol bared a feral grin.

“I’m going to cum, so swallow it.”

At the blunt announcement, Han-geon’s eyes flew wide open.
Just having that damnedly large cock filling his mouth was more than enough already.
Afraid he might throw up if he took his semen, he tried to jerk his head back—but Eun-gyeol yanked hard on his hair and shoved even deeper.
His face pressed against Eun-gyeol’s groin until his nose and mouth were buried in coarse pubic hair.

Soon, a hot liquid surged into his throat.
As Eun-gyeol greedily held his face in place and poured himself inside, Han-geon shuddered in revulsion.