Chapter 68: Transmission Error

“…Ugh!”

A lewd, squelching sound and the slap of flesh echoed loudly inside the van.

Startled, Han-geon’s eyes flew wide as he raised a hand to cover his mouth.

Even biting down on his lower lip until it bled was already too late.

In a trembling voice, Han-geon called his name.

“Geon… Geonho.”

—Team leader.

Are you all right?

Geonho’s previously confused voice sharpened.

Cold sweat instantly beaded on Han-geon’s forehead.

Trying to hide the tremor in his voice, he hurriedly added,

“Geon… Geonho.

I’m fine… really.

So…”

—Hyung… is something wrong?

“Ugh… ah… it’s nothing.”

Why was it so hard just to answer a single question?

Between each reply, a moan forced down to its limit slipped out.

Even then, Eun-gyeol’s act of holding the radio close to Han-geon’s face was maddeningly considerate.

When Han-geon tried to snatch the radio away, Eun-gyeol arrogantly pulled his cock out with a showy flourish.

The sensation of the hot shaft scraping the inner walls as it slid out all at once made Han-geon’s hand, which had been covering his mouth, shake violently.

‘You’re holding out well?’

Eun-gyeol whispered softly right by his ear, smiling.

With the hand not holding the radio, he lifted one of Han-geon’s legs and hooked it over his shoulder.

As the penetration deepened, the obscenely joined point came into view even more blatantly.

Right before his eyes, the reddened, swollen cock thrust straight back inside.

Hoo—Eun-gyeol exhaled hotly, then roughly pulled out the slick, gleaming mess again.

This time he slammed back in and rolled his hips slowly.

The hard head pressed down firmly yet slyly on the thick pleasure point.

“…..!”

Stars burst in front of his eyes.

He almost screamed.

Under the excessive pleasure that felt like it was wringing his entire body dry, a red fluid trickled down from Han-geon’s cock.

At this rate, it felt like a loud moan would spill out.

Yet Eun-gyeol’s insane behavior—carried out while still gripping the transmitting radio—held no guilt or hesitation whatsoever.

Outside was a secluded spot, but still a parking lot where people could pass by, and the radio was still connected to Geonho.

Yet the only one whose mouth went dry and insides burned was Han-geon himself.

Faced with Eun-gyeol’s mad boldness, he surrendered quickly.

If he tried to grab the radio again, Cha Eun-gyeol really might do something even worse.

Instead of the radio, Han-geon clutched Eun-gyeol’s collar so hard his fingers felt like they’d break.

Then, with desperate eyes, he begged.

Biting down on his parched lips, he mouthed please, please, pleading silently as he looked up at Eun-gyeol.

Eun-gyeol curved his eyes gently.

Brushing back Han-geon’s sweat-soaked forehead with a tender touch, he chose not to grant mercy—instead, he reached down.

Grasping the thick cock standing rigidly at attention, he smiled playfully.

‘Try holding this back too.’

Han-geon’s eyes widened.

He shook his head hard, pleading no, no, no… He mouthed it desperately, but Eun-gyeol began moving his hips while stroking his cock upward.

His firm grip squeezed and teased mercilessly.

Each time those smooth hands—unmarked by any calluses—pressed and slid along his shaft, pre-cum welled up and spilled out.

At the same time, Eun-gyeol’s hips started moving again, relentlessly seeking out and pounding the same sensitive spot he’d tormented before.

“…Ugh, ngh… stop!”

Caught between the stimulation from front and back, a large moan finally burst from his mouth.

Pale-faced, he tried to cover it, but Eun-gyeol savagely caught his wrist and yanked it away.

Then he slammed his hips upward again.

There was no room left to question why Eun-gyeol was being this vicious.

Han-geon barely managed to raise both hands to cover his mouth, but Eun-gyeol tore them away again with absurd strength.

At this rate, Geonho would really—

Just then, Geonho’s worried voice crackled through the radio.

—…Team leader.

Team leader?

Are you there?

Han-geon’s lips trembled.

Had he not heard?

At that moment, Eun-gyeol lifted the radio and grinned.

He waved it teasingly—its transmission light was off.

What had just cornered him so ruthlessly had all been a prank.

Han-geon glared at Eun-gyeol, breathing roughly.

Eun-gyeol laughed mischievously and held the radio near his face again.

This time, the button was pressed.

—Team leader.

Should I come over there?

“N-no.

Eun-gyeol and I are in the van, so you don’t need to.

Eun… gyeol said he wanted to rest a bit.”

—Ah, understood!

Everything’s fine on site.

“…Okay.”

The moment the call ended, Eun-gyeol tossed the radio carelessly onto the seat.

Face burning red, Han-geon swung his fist and struck Eun-gyeol’s shoulder.

Even then, the blow lacked strength, and Eun-gyeol laughed as if it were nothing.

“You bastard, you’re seriously crazy—ah!

Ngh, ahh…!”

He didn’t even have time to argue.

The instant Han-geon opened his mouth, Eun-gyeol started thrusting violently.

Compared to before, his movements were far more brutal, shredding any curses Han-geon tried to spit out midair.

What bubbled up instead was a moan so unfamiliar it startled even him.

“f*ck, he calls you ‘hyung’ so damn affectionately, doesn’t he?

That guy.”

Eun-gyeol’s damp, sinister voice scattered through the air.

“How long have you two been that close, huh?”

“Ah, ngh—what are you—ah…!”

“What?

You two contact each other separately?

Meet up too?

f*ck, Han-geon, answer me.”

His vision blurred white.

No matter how hard he pressed his lips together, broken sounds kept leaking out.

The moans ringing in his ears didn’t even feel like his own.

His thigh muscles trembled uncontrollably.

Cha Eun-gyeol’s voice—sounding utterly unhinged—kept coming between the relentless thrusts.

“You crying?

Why’re you crying.

Want me to f*ck you harder because you’re turned on?”

“No—no, f*ck—stop, please… Cha Eun-gyeol…”

Crying?

Who? …In his dazed state, he blinked and felt something drip down his temples.

He wiped the tears away roughly with the back of his hand.

Crying in the middle of s*x—he must’ve lost his mind too.

The heat blooming in his body was dangerous.

Every time Cha Eun-gyeol crushed and dug deep inside him, a dizzying urge to release surged up.

It felt strangely different from when he’d just come in Eun-gyeol’s hand earlier.

Meaning that what was sloshing and swelling now, about to spill out—

“W-wait.

Cha Eun-gyeol, ngh—p-please stop, I—”

“If you wanna cum, then cum.”

“No, that’s not it—please, just a second, s-stop and m-move…!”

“It’s fine.”

His tear-soaked voice cracked pitifully.

No matter how much humiliation he’d already shown in front of Cha Eun-gyeol, he couldn’t make a mistake that ridiculous.

He was terrified of making an irreversible mistake in front of the person he’d loved his whole life.

He grabbed Eun-gyeol’s shoulders hard and pushed.

But the body, solid as stone, didn’t budge and instead pressed him down harder.

Han-geon wrapped and unwrapped his legs around Eun-gyeol’s torso, even kicking at his shoulder in desperation.

Still, Cha Eun-gyeol showed no intention of moving away.

Instead, he tightened his grip on Han-geon’s cock and stroked faster, harder.

The more he did, the faster the urge to urinate surged.

“Just a second, please stop—I really have to p-pee…!”

Just as Han-geon tried to force his trembling body upright, a stream burst from the tip of the thick cock Cha Eun-gyeol was holding.

Clear, thin liquid arced high before losing strength, dribbling down and soaking his pants.

His entire body shuddered with chills.

His vision shook as if he were drunk.

The overwhelming pleasure flipped him over completely, forcing out even what he hadn’t wanted to release.

Han-geon stared blankly at the scene, disbelief written all over his face.

He hadn’t wanted this—really hadn’t—but still—

“Was it that good?

You even squirted.”

Chuckling, Eun-gyeol reached out.

Han-geon slapped his hand away with a sharp crack.

Rejected, Eun-gyeol smiled with icy eyes.

“You look way more sensitive than when we did it at the hotel.

Next time, should I f*ck you while you’re on the phone with that Kim Geonho bastard again?”

“…Stop bringing up Geonho.”

He had no strength left to argue.

He just muttered weakly and went limp, breathing shakily.

Afraid he might end up crying again like an idiot, Han-geon bit down hard on his lip.

Even so, the lingering arousal and pooled release in his body made his head spin and drained all his strength.

While he lay there, Eun-gyeol reached out as he pleased.

With indifferent hands, he straightened Han-geon’s messy hair and shirt, then pulled a suit wrapped in plastic from the back seat.

Han-geon took the pants but didn’t move, just lying there, breathing in uneven gasps.

From the radio beside them, Geonho’s voice came through again.

—Team leader.

“…Yeah, Geonho.”

—Sorry to radio again, but I think you should head back soon.

Han-geon’s body shot upright automatically.

Pulling on the pants Eun-gyeol had handed him, he asked urgently,

“Did something happen?”

—N-no.

The manager said filming should resume shortly.

“Got it.

I’ll head back now.

Anything else?”

At Han-geon’s professional yet gentle tone, Geonho replied with a faint smile in his voice.

—Nothing, except it’s a bit boring being alone.

Once you’re back, I want to chat with you right away, hyung.

“Heh, okay.

But I need to stay close to Eun-gyeol, so I’ll come back first!”

—Understood.

If I had a younger brother, would it feel like this?

Thinking that, Han-geon gazed warmly at the radio—then sensed a cold stare on him.

He lifted his face and met Eun-gyeol’s eyes, which were fixed on him with chilling intensity.