Chapter 67: Static on the Line

“Puh— hah, huff, haa… you… f*cking… bastard.”

Even after swallowing every last drop of semen down to his oesophagus, there was still so much that his mouth was filled with a salty, metallic taste.
He twisted his head violently and barely managed to pull away from Eun-gyeol.
He coughed helplessly, trying to steady his breathing, but the breath that had surged up so fiercely refused to settle.

Panting, Han-geon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glared at Eun-gyeol with a sharp look.
The very recipient of that glare, however, smiled prettily without a care in the world.

“Han-geon, you’re my manager, aren’t you?”
“You should take care of your actor’s d*ck.”
“Yeah?”

There it is again.
Truly filthy beyond belief.
Han-geon slapped away the hand that was stroking his head like he was some kind of puppy.
Whether that happened or not, Eun-gyeol smiled faintly with flushed eyes and grabbed his still-wet cock.
He teased him by rubbing the damp shaft against Han-geon’s cheek.

“…Don’t.”

Han-geon turned his head away brusquely, but Eun-gyeol kept up the embarrassing teasing.
With the tip that was slowly losing firmness after climax, he lightly tapped the ear fitted with an earpiece.
It was the same spot that had been injured earlier.
He avoided the bandage, circling only around it.
After repeating the teasing several times, Eun-gyeol whispered in a wet voice.

“f*ck, doing this just turns me on again….”

“…What?”

Before Han-geon could even properly ask what he meant, Eun-gyeol murmured softly, as if making a suggestion.

“Let’s do it one more time before we go.”

“Are you seriously insane?”
“What are you trying to do now, here…!”

“Hurry.”
“You’re the one who made me like this again.”

The cock he was holding was already swelling once more.
At this point, Han-geon wasn’t even angry or surprised anymore.
With a blank, incredulous expression, he shook his head.
They had already used both hands and mouth, so what came next was obvious.
That, at least, was something he absolutely couldn’t do inside this car.
No matter what, he had to convince Eun-gyeol to get out.

“Seriously, stop it already…!”

The moment he sprang up from Eun-gyeol’s feet, a strong grip yanked his wrist.

“Han-geon.”
“Do you know how it’ll look from outside if you thrash around like that?”

At those words, Han-geon flinched and froze mid-motion.
Just as Cha Eun-gyeol said, it didn’t take much imagination to know how it would look if two big men were struggling around inside a parked car.

“You really….”

He clenched his teeth and glared at Eun-gyeol, but the only thing responding was the cock swelling even larger in his grasp.
With a natural motion, Eun-gyeol stripped off Han-geon’s pants.
Since they had already been loosened earlier, they slid down easily.

As soon as Han-geon was forced back onto the seat, it reclined all the way.
Straddling Han-geon’s laid-out body like a beast, Eun-gyeol parted his lips and slipped his fingers into his own mouth.
Soon, a sound like sucking on candy escaped his lips.

“…..”

Han-geon’s mouth fell slightly open.
His gaze was helplessly nailed to Eun-gyeol’s face.
Deliberately making obscene sounds as he sucked on his fingers, Eun-gyeol was infuriating—and unbearably erotic.
Han-geon couldn’t look away.
His breath grew rough without him realizing it.

At some point, the air inside the car had turned thick and humid.
The fingers Eun-gyeol pulled from his mouth reached downward.
Only then did Han-geon shudder violently.
His hands tightened around Eun-gyeol’s shoulders beneath him.

“Wait, Cha Eun-gyeol.”
“Do you really have to do this?”
“Going this far, inside a car…!”

“Go ahead, keep squirming like that.”
“From outside, it’ll be quite a show.”

The chuckling voice was playful and cruel.
At that, the hands pushing against Eun-gyeol’s shoulders froze.
Eun-gyeol, with eyes mixed with madness and lust, seemed utterly unconcerned with how the car might look from outside.

While Han-geon ground his teeth and glared, saliva-slick fingers pushed inside him.
Having been penetrated countless times until recently, taking fingers posed no difficulty.
Eun-gyeol’s gaze, looking down steadily, burned with heat.
His lips moved slowly as he took his fingers back into his mouth and spat saliva toward the entrance.

Using the saliva as lubricant, Eun-gyeol pushed his fingers back in.
Han-geon’s hips and thighs tensed on their own.
“Relax,” came the short command.
The voice was overwhelmingly oppressive.

After probing inside a few times, the fingers withdrew without hesitation.
Gripping his fully hardened cock, Eun-gyeol slowly aligned the thick tip with the narrow, trembling opening.
As he thrust forward, Han-geon’s mouth parted slightly.
No matter how often he was taken at all hours, accepting Eun-gyeol’s cock was always difficult and overwhelming.

“Ng— ngh… kuh…!”

“Shh.”

Eun-gyeol laughed playfully and pressed their bodies close.
Two massive bodies overlapped completely, without the slightest gap.

“Try holding your voice in.”

In a sweet voice, Eun-gyeol delivered the infuriating command, pulling his hips back before slamming forward again.
With a dull thump, Han-geon’s eyes flew open.
Without sparing him, Eun-gyeol pulled out and drove back in again and again.

Above the waist, he was neat and composed, tie perfectly in place.
Below, it was a complete mess.
The suit pants he had worn so carefully were shoved down pitifully, barely caught around one ankle, and every violent thrust sent his polished shoes swinging uselessly in the air.

“Ngh, kuh, hngh… mmph.”

Han-geon raised a trembling hand to cover his mouth.
Even so, muffled whimpers leaked out helplessly.
The weight grinding against him was heavy, and the relentless thrusting below hurt.
That much was normal.

But—

“Han-geon….”
“You’re especially sensitive today, huh?”

A low chuckle brushed against his ear.
Eun-gyeol leaned in close enough for their lips to touch, smiling beautifully.
At that smile, Han-geon twitched helplessly below.
The sensation of being tightly squeezed around Eun-gyeol’s cock sent heat flaring through his earlobes.

“…Ngh.”

Eun-gyeol groaned in pleasure, his brow furrowing.
His thrusts grew even more savage.
Each slam dug into him more aggressively than usual.
Every time the hard tip poked insistently at a swollen spot inside, his lower abdomen felt like it was melting with heat.

“Ngh, ngh, kuh— ah…!”

It felt like a moan was about to spill out loudly.
His vision burned.
Desperately shaking his head, he glared at Eun-gyeol, but the corner of Eun-gyeol’s mouth only curved higher in a wide grin.
The pace of his thrusts accelerated.
An intense stimulation filled him, so strong his toes curled.

Han-geon’s head gradually tipped back.
The hand covering his mouth trembled violently.
He was gasping, about to shove Eun-gyeol away—

–Team Leader.

“…..”

Both Eun-gyeol and Han-geon froze at the same time.
The voice mixed in with the crackling static was unmistakably Geonho’s.
It seemed the connection between the earpiece and the radio had loosened and come undone during their violent movement.

–Team Leader, can you hear me?

Judging by how clear the transmission was, he must have come nearby.
A chill ran straight down Han-geon’s spine.
Seeing Han-geon’s obvious panic, Eun-gyeol smiled spitefully and nodded toward the radio.

“What are you doing?”
“Hurry up and answer.”

“N-no.”
“You crazy bastard…!”

Han-geon clenched his teeth, glaring as he shook his head.
There was no way he could respond like this.
If he made even the slightest sound—

–Team Leader.
Hyung?
Han-geon hyung?

The smile vanished from Eun-gyeol’s face for the first time.
As if something had snapped again, he reached out with a look of severed reason.
In an instant, Eun-gyeol snatched the radio from Han-geon’s waist and pressed the button.

‘No!’

Han-geon widened his eyes and shook his head frantically, but the radio was already blinking green in Eun-gyeol’s hand, broadcasting.
Han-geon bit down hard on his lip.

“…Uh, Geon— Geonho.”

–Team Leader.
Where are you?

“I-in the van.”

At that moment, Eun-gyeol pulled his hips back, drawing his buried cock all the way out, and smiled mischievously.
Realizing what he was about to do, Han-geon’s eyes went wide.
His lips trembled as he shook his head desperately.

No.
Don’t.
Please don’t do this.

He begged silently, mouthing the words, but with burning eyes and a smile, Eun-gyeol thrust his hips forward anyway.
Still holding the broadcast button down.

“…..!”

With a loud thump, their bodies slammed together.
Han-geon hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth, but his thickly jointed fingers trembled uncontrollably.
Eun-gyeol didn’t stop there—he thrust again.
A strangled whimper finally slipped past his hand.

–…Team Leader?
Team Leader?
Hyung?

Geonho’s confused voice leaked from the radio.
Only then did Eun-gyeol release the button and mutter lowly.
A twisted smile still lingered on his face.

“What are you doing?”
“You have to answer.”

“What the hell are you doing…!”

“Hurry up and answer.”

Raising his tone carelessly, Eun-gyeol lightly shook the radio in his hand.
Han-geon lunged to snatch it back, but Eun-gyeol pulled his hand away first and pressed the button again.
At the same time, Eun-gyeol drew his hips back and slammed into him hard once more.