Ch 15

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4 Months Before That day.(2)

 

Yoonjae stepped into Eunho’s cozy two-room apartment, his eyes darting around, meticulously examining every corner.

 

Just like the modern and simple monotone clothes Eunho usually wore, the interior design clearly reflected his taste. Simply designed furniture was appropriately placed, and green foliage plants, adding a touch of color to the monotonous achromatic scheme, were scattered here and there. On the glass table next to the charcoal gray fabric sofa, a can of beer and some dried snacks were neatly arranged, as if he’d been having a drink alone.

 

Eunho placed the wine and assorted cheeses he’d received as a gift on the table, then went to the kitchen to fetch plates, forks, and wine glasses.

 

“I set a condition when I said I’d be your drinking buddy.”

 

“That we’d drop the superior-subordinate relationship?”

 

Yoonjae, already settled on the fabric sofa, recalled the conversation, ready to respond. Eunho, before putting down the glasses, replied once more in a firm tone.

 

“I really will, so if you’re not confident, I’ll make you coffee.”

 

“I said I would.”

 

An intriguing smile played on Yoonjae’s lips. As he snatched the wine glass and placed it on the table, Eunho furrowed his brow and pouted.

 

“Don’t go back on your word later.”

 

A genuine smile spread across Yoonjae’s face. Eunho was rather taken aback by his unfeigned, all-revealing naturalness. Yoonjae wore an expression that made it impossible to guess what he was really thinking.

 

“What movie is this?”

 

“I don’t know. I just liked the poster, so I put it on.”

 

Yoonjae, nonchalantly accepting the half-filled wine glass, watched the men and women writhing naked on the screen and asked displeased. It was obvious that a movie that abruptly started with people taking off their clothes without any build up wasn’t a hit, but the sex scenes seemed to have been made with great effort. Yoonjae, slowly rubbing the inside of his cheek with his tongue at the appropriate close-ups and the intimate sounds of caresses that pen*trated the eardrums, added.

 

“It’s pretty steamy, isn’t it?”

 

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

 

Eunho’s face flushed as he looked around for the remote, flustered by Yoonjae’s curious comment.

 

“I usually turn it on because I don’t like the quietness when I get home.”

 

It was a lame excuse. Although turning on a movie was as natural to Eunho as eating a meal, it was a mistake to be watching it thoughtlessly in front of his superior. As Eunho reached to turn off the movie, Yoonjae waved his hand.

 

“It’s okay. Let’s just enjoy the eye candy.”

 

Flustered, Eunho stood blankly for a moment before sitting back down. In the meantime, the movie had switched to another scene.

 

As Eunho drank his wine, he noticed the half-finished can of beer and readily reached for it. Cold droplets clung to its surface, reflecting how chilled it was.

 

“Mixing drinks will make you drunk faster. Just have one.”

 

“I’m at home anyway. If I get drunk, I’ll just lie down.”

 

His boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, and his boss had barged into his home like a lover, stirring up his nerves. Eunho was displeased with both of them. Perhaps he was venting his anger at Hyunjun on Yoonjae, who was right in front of him.

 

Yoonjae chuckled at Eunho’s reckless tone, put down his wine glass, and wiped the moisture from his lips with his thumb.

 

“I guess I don’t look like an alpha to you.”

 

“If that were the case, you’ve had plenty of opportunities. I trust that Executive Director will protect me well this time too.”

 

“Ha.”

 

As if Eunho’s seemingly weak but strong jab had touched a nerve, the veins on the back of Yoonjae’s hand bulged. Eunho gave Yoonjae, who was sighing in vain, a smile that was as refreshing as it was wicked.

 

“Still in?”

 

“…In.”

 

Eunho first stepped down from the sofa and looked up at Yoonjae. He needed to appear submissive because he knew that if he spoke his mind, Yoonjae’s expression would definitely sour.

 

Since Yoonjae had accepted the offer, Eunho had some faith that he would listen to whatever he said, but amidst the fear of their vast superior-subordinate relationship, Eunho was walking a tightrope.

 

“Executive Director.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Do I look easy to you?”

 

Yoonjae’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Eunho. Unlike the audacious question, Eunho’s serious demeanor made the smile disappear from Yoonjae’s relaxed face.

 

“Let’s hear why you think so.”

 

Yoonjae, with his arms crossed and leaning back on the sofa, looked down casually. Eunho swallowed hard and slowly began to voice the words that filled his mouth.

 

“I have a boyfriend. Especially since today is Friday night.”

 

“So?”

 

So? Seeing Yoonjae’s nonchalant expression even after understanding the meaning, Eunho unconsciously let out an absurd gasp.

 

“It means my boyfriend might be home, but you came over knowing that.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Yes?”

 

Could he be drunk? He wouldn’t be acting like this unless he was already drunk. Eunho wanted to get close enough to check if he was drunk, but he didn’t have the courage yet, so he just chewed on his lower lip.

 

“Why?”

 

“Can’t I come over if your boyfriend isn’t doing his job?”

 

Ha.

 

Yoonjae was no match for him, even though he had instigated him to cross the line first. Eunho was dumbfounded when he far exceeded his expectations. He knew that Yoonjae had been able to guess without any basis because he had hardly contacted Hyunjun while at work, but he didn’t expect him to hit him so hard. As Eunho frowned in displeasure, Yoonjae, realizing he had gone too far, put down the glass he was holding on the table and sat down on the floor next to the sofa.

 

“I’ve never thought of you as easy. If I had, I would have taken a shot a long time ago, just like you said.”

 

Yoonjae was right about this. There had been more than one or two times when he could have had his way. He hadn’t even touched a hair on his head during the heat cycle.

 

Yoonjae asked, as if frustrated, if he really didn’t understand his intentions.

 

“Why pretend you don’t know I’m giving you a choice?”

 

“…A choice?”

 

Could it be? What Suyeong had said struck him like lightning, and his whole body stiffened like wood. Eunho’s head throbbed as he tried to reorganize the situation.

 

“Don’t just look at him.”

 

Yoonjae’s long, large fingers touched Eunho’s cheek.

 

Oh my god. He’s interested in me? Eunho was startled and leaned back, assuming an awkward posture.

 

“If you’re… if you’re playing with me… I’d rather not.”

 

“Yoo Eunho.”

 

As he stood up and approached, a faint shadow fell over Eunho’s face. His gaze, piercing through Eunho, was more serious than ever.

 

“Do I look like I’m playing with you?”

 

Eunho’s gaze wandered over Yoonjae’s face. He didn’t even realize that his face was burning with an unexpected confession. Once again, Yoonjae’s fingertips touched his cheek. A warm heat spread through his skin.

 

“Why do you keep pretending you don’t know? I’m waving my hand, asking you to look at me.”

 

Yoonjae’s gaze, lingering and intense, felt precarious today. When did it start? There were so many times during his time as his secretary that he felt it was excessive kindness, but he didn’t give it much thought. Actually, he was afraid. He was wary because he felt that if he started to give it meaning, he would fall for Yoonjae. In the meantime, Yoonjae had often attempted actions that seemed more like something a lover would do than general kindness to a subordinate.

 

Yoonjae’s palm rubbed Eunho’s white cheek and gently cupped his ear. Eunho’s heart was pounding so loudly that it felt like it was caught on his ear.

 

“I’m barely holding back, but I can’t wait long. When the time passes, I might do whatever I want. So, Eunho, please come to me first.”

 

“Are you saying you’ll abuse your power if I don’t come to you?”

 

“Depends on the situation.”

 

Yoonjae’s large hand, which had been stroking Eunho’s cheek, moved behind his ear, then cupped the back of his head and pulled him forward. Yoonjae released pheromones so languidly that it felt like he would melt his body. Eunho closed his eyes, felt the pheromones rushing in, and groped for Yoonjae’s lips as he drew closer.

 

Soon, their soft lips met. The moment Yoonjae’s hot, wet tongue forced its way into the gap, Eunho’s body slumped like a sponge soaked in water. His heavy brain refused to think normally. Only his instinctive sensory organs survived, reacting madly to the contact with the alpha.

 

His tongue, exploring his teeth and entering his mouth, pressed down on the soft flesh inside his cheek, stealing his breath. Eunho loved the deep kiss that took his soul away, but he also loved the subtle scent of Yoonjae’s skin. He was so out of his mind that he wanted to lock the door and spend the whole weekend mixing bodies without end.

 

The saliva mixed haphazardly in his mouth tasted sweet with the scent of wine. The greater his guilt towards Hyunjun, the more the urge to roll around messily with Yoonjae filled his head.

 

After a time of swallowing each other’s breath, oxygen rushed in through the gaps in their lips. Yoonjae’s eyes were also half-open and hazy, although he was more composed than Eunho, who was burning with heat.

 

“Sleep well. I’ll be going now.”

 

Eunho had been able to feel the hard, heavy mass that had grown in volume below his abdomen as he pressed his hips close during their passionate kiss. But now he was going to cool down and get up? Eunho urgently grabbed Yoonjae’s arm as he reached for the jacket he had taken off and placed next to him.

 

“You’re just going to leave after getting me all worked up? You’ve been drinking.”

 

“…I’ll have to call a driver.”

 

The game hadn’t even started, and he was just showing him a glimpse before leaving? Eunho, thoroughly annoyed by Yoonjae’s attitude of calmly playing with his feelings, impulsively blurted out.

 

“S… sleep… over.”

 

He realized he had messed up as soon as he said it, but it was already too late. Yoonjae smiled, his eyes curving, and slowly put down his jacket and came closer.

 

“Are you telling me not to hold back?”

 

He hesitated for a moment at his question. He shouldn’t be doing this with a boyfriend, but his heart kept pulling him in. While his sense of guilt and his instincts were fiercely fighting, his melting voice brushed past his ear like a temptation.

 

“Are you sure you won’t regret it?”

 

“……”

 

“If you think you’ll regret it, I’ll give you more time. But next time, even if you tell me to stop, I’ll grab you and never let you go.”

 

His expression was soft and kind, but he couldn’t hide the lustful look in his eyes. As if encouraging Eunho’s provocation, a fatal pheromone flowed out of him along with his hot breath. After much deliberation, Eunho reached out and grabbed Yoonjae’s neck.

 

“I’ll grab you and regret it.”

 

It was impulsive, but at its root was loneliness. Eunho clearly saw the same terrible loneliness in Yoonjae as he felt in himself. It was just that he had a much higher threshold for tolerance than he did, so he had hidden it well.

 

An inappropriate relationship with his boss, coupled with the guilt he felt towards Hyunjun, would weigh heavily on him, but Eunho wanted to breathe freely and feel joy, even if only for this moment. Now that he knew that Yoonjae truly wanted him, there was no need to measure this and that. Even if he had misunderstood his feelings, he judged that Yoonjae would not use this as a weakness to drag things out in a shabby way.

 

Heat soared from their bodies as they were hastily embraced. As their bodies pressed together as if they had become one and hot breaths poured out, Yoonjae’s breathing gradually became rougher. Eunho released the pheromones he had been so busy hiding to the maximum. You’re not the only one who can seduce. Eunho turned his head and eagerly sought Yoonjae’s lips.

 

Yoonjae supported the back of Eunho’s thighs and lifted his upper body. He had taken note of the bed in the bedroom next to the living room when he came in, so he intended to take him there.

 

Eunho wrapped his legs around his waist and grabbed his cheeks with both hands. While hot breaths were scattered between them amidst irregular breathing, a heavy, hard mass made blatant contact between their legs below the waist through the fabric.

 

They fell onto the bed as if collapsing and kissed mindlessly, exploring each other. Like wild animals that had been starving for a long time, they desperately groped for each other’s lips and mixed their tongues. Eunho wanted to unbutton Yoonjae’s shirt, which was neatly buttoned up to his neck. He easily pulled on the tie with his fingers, but when he couldn’t unbutton the buttons and kept fumbling, Yoonjae’s lips parted slightly and a bland laugh escaped.

 

“What’s the rush?”

 

“It’s not just me who’s in a hurry.”

 

Even though he was pretending to be relaxed, it was actually Choi Yoonjae who seemed to be in a hurry. Eunho felt moments of dry org*sm just by seeing him, who was always neat and upright, looking at him with eyes soaked in lust.

 

Even though they hadn’t even started, fine beads of sweat were already forming on Yoonjae’s straight forehead. He was already burning up, but he was pretending not to be and asking what the rush was, which made him laugh in disbelief.

 

Their lips, which seemed like they would never part, moved to his ear. He bit Eunho’s ear without hurting him and licked it with the tip of his tongue. The wet, vivid breathing that pen*trated his ear made his whole body tingle, and Eunho let out a shrill moan without realizing it.

 

While he was barely unbuttoning his shirt, Yoonjae also took off Eunho’s pajamas without hesitation. Every time his lips passed over his straight collarbone, red blotches were marked one by one.

 

“Haa.”

 

Yoonjae circled the small ni**les with the tip of his tongue and swallowed them whole. The unrestrained suction made his back arch and his hands, which had been holding the sheets, naturally grabbed the back of Yoonjae’s head.

 

Yoonjae s*ck*d on his chest, which had nothing coming out, like a baby sucking on his mother’s breast, slightly raising his teeth. Eunho’s vision spun from the extreme stimulation. Every time he pressed his body down with his weight and his large genitals rubbed between his legs, his excitement reached its peak with just the sense of touch. His lower body was soaked with the pheromones that were pouring out of his body.

 

Yoonjae slipped his hands into Eunho’s pajama pants and briefs and slowly pulled them down, dropping them to the floor. Eunho, who was n*ked in an instant, twisted his body in embarrassment and tried to pull the blanket he had placed nearby to cover his body, but he had to endure the pleasure without being able to move because Yoonjae was holding both of his arms.

 

Yoonjae caressed his chest with his lips, rubbed the spaces between his ribs with his tongue, and then moved to Eunho’s navel, which was deeply sunken. The ticklish sensation made his stomach, which was naturally tense, shrink.

 

“What are you going to do if you’re already nervous?”

 

Yoonjae’s lips, which had been lingering on his abdomen, moved back up to Eunho’s neck. While he was teasing him and making him anxious, Yoonjae’s hot fingers wrapped around his stiff, heated genitals. Eunho instinctively tried to close his thighs, but he was struggling and wriggling his hips because Yoonjae was blocking him.

 

“Ah, there… don’t touch… haa.”

 

The end of his words was not properly tied and was torn to pieces. As Yoonjae gently squeezed and released Eunho’s smooth genitals, which had almost no hair, and slowly moved them up and down, a little clear fluid dripped from the tip of his glans.

 

Eunho tried to close his legs, his toes curling up on their own. Yoonjae soothed Eunho, who was at a loss for what to do with the pleasure, but gradually increased the speed of his caresses. As he scratched the tip of his burning glans with his thumb, Eunho’s moans poured out like a waterfall.

 

“Ah, urg.”

 

The first climax hit and the pleasure receded like the tide. A viscous liquid dripped onto the back of his thick hand. Eunho felt his vision flicker once and then return blurry. In a daze, the hand that had been holding Yoonjae’s hair lost its strength and fell onto the sheet.

 

“I’m dizzy…”

 

The omega pheromones that flowed out thickly with his first ejaculation vibrated through the room. Yoonjae smiled quietly as he slipped his hand between the sheet and his cheek, covering his face, as Eunho tilted his head to one side without energy.

 

Yoonjae, who had absorbed Eunho’s pheromones with his whole body, though he had pretended to be relaxed, had bloodshot eyes. Eunho, who had closed his eyes because he was dizzy, slightly lifted his eyelids at the metallic sound of the buckle being released.

 

“……”

 

He was once again surprised by the fact that something so big was stored in his neat suit. The shape of his genitals, which were prominently visible over his briefs, seemed to be protesting that he had already endured as much as he could. As Eunho looked at the genitals that popped out as soon as he took off his briefs and stood erect near his navel, an earthquake occurred in his eyes. He was more nervous than excited by the size, which was incomparable to Hyunjun’s.