Chapter 156

He had not forgotten that the audio would be recorded, but he had not said it with any particular scheme in mind either.

Half of him genuinely felt tormented by the teasing, and the other half wanted to provoke Yo Han.

After all, the man before him was Yo Han Sung himself—the man the entire world yearned for....

“Open your lips.”

Whenever Gyeol provoked him, Yo Han never failed to take the bait.

At the softly whispered command, Gyeol parted his lips slightly. When Yo Han lightly swept his tongue through the opening, a tingle shot through Gyeol’s fingertips.

Yo Han’s lips pushed into his mouth, caught his tongue, and drew it outside. Exposed to the air-conditioned room, Gyeol’s tongue immediately began to dry.

Yo Han licked over it.

Gyeol’s toes curled tightly at the unfamiliar sensation.

He thought he understood why Yo Han had asked him to do that. It made no sound. Yo Han merely rolled his tongue gently and licked him, producing only the occasional faint noise—so quiet it barely reached even their own ears. There was almost no sound of contact at all.

It was just as maddeningly insufficient in its own way, but the precarious stimulation brought with it a subtle sense of satisfaction.

As he rubbed their tongues together, Yo Han gently massaged the back of Gyeol’s neck with one hand. His palm slid down the line of Gyeol’s back, lifted the thin knit top slightly, and slipped beneath it. Every touch was secretive, leaving neither sound nor trace.

“.......”

I’m going to make a sound.

Barely managing to swallow even the sound of his breathing, Gyeol pressed himself closer into Yo Han’s arms.

The hand exploring his bare skin had already moved around to the front and was gently caressing his stomach. Barely a handspan lower was his most sensitive place—the place Yo Han had gripped and stroked the night before.

Even if someone was listening, the cameras were off, so no one would know what they were doing. No one would know that Gyeol was meeting Yo Han’s tongue with his own, rubbing and tangling them together, or that the hand touching his body was arousing him.

It was something no one could know without using all five senses. A secret concealed beneath the sounds.

All of it combined into a sense of forbidden thrill, and Gyeol felt his cock swell and harden.

It brushed briefly against Yo Han’s elbow. A heavy pulse of pleasure bloomed, making Gyeol suck in a breath and tremble. Yo Han seemed to notice the hard bulge, because he paused for the briefest instant.

“...Yesterday.”

Yo Han drew his tongue away and began speaking.

Already hazy from the heat, Gyeol narrowed his eyes and looked up at him.

“You had fun, didn’t you?”

As he asked, Yo Han covered the space between Gyeol’s legs with his hand.

At that moment, Gyeol understood.

It was a question. Yo Han was asking permission.

The seemingly broad question was actually referring to what had happened beneath the blanket the night before. He was asking whether he could touch Gyeol the same way again—whether Gyeol wanted him to.

The difference was that Gyeol had been hopelessly drunk then, while now he was completely sober, without so much as a trace of pheromones in his system.

Haa, ha. The breaths he could not release whistled faintly through his nose.

The tension. The secrecy. The forbidden thrill. The secret shared only between the two of them. Things no one else would ever know....

A Yo Han Sung no one else could know, and a Gyeol Go no one else could know.

Everything swept together into a storm and became pure impulse.

Gyeol moved his hips, rubbing himself against Yo Han’s palm as he answered.

“...Yeah.”

It was another exchange whose true meaning no one else would ever understand.

“This is too uncomfortable. Hold on.”

Yo Han rose while lifting Gyeol into his arms. Gyeol instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck.

Yo Han settled near the headboard. Leaning back around the middle of the bed with Gyeol held against him, he silently pressed his lips to the top of Gyeol’s head. Then he picked up the remote control from the end table and turned on some music.

A sweet, languid jazz melody flowed from the speakers.

I didn’t think of that. It won’t hide everything, but it should cover the sound somewhat.

Gyeol waited nervously until Yo Han looked at him.

The instant their eyes met, Gyeol seized him by the collar, pulled him closer, and kissed him. Yo Han seemed slightly surprised, but soon responded by cupping the back of Gyeol’s head and drawing him in.

When the music grew louder, they sucked more forcefully on each other’s tongues. When it softened, they hesitated and adjusted the intensity.

Then, as the music began building toward its climax, Gyeol pulled off his knit top.

His pale body exposed, Gyeol looked up at Yo Han with wanton eyes.

Yo Han, who had held him in his arms the entire time, kissed his shoulder. From there, he pressed firm kisses along Gyeol’s collarbone, working inward before biting his chest carefully enough not to leave a mark.

“......!”

Gyeol shuddered soundlessly.

The hand that had been touching and gripping different parts of his body was now resting against his waistband.

Yo Han undid the button and slipped his hand inside.

A rapid saxophone improvisation happened to begin at that exact moment. Yo Han’s hand made one slow, suggestive circle over Gyeol’s lower abdomen, then pulled his shorts and underwear down together until they hung around his ankles.

Gyeol understood his intention.

They had only been given one hour. There would not be enough time to clean up and change both his underwear and shorts afterward.

Feeling Yo Han’s gaze settle between his legs, Gyeol became slightly embarrassed. It was his first time showing the smooth, hairless area to anyone else. He was somewhat self-conscious about it, enough that even in public restrooms, he deliberately used a private stall whenever he needed to urinate.

“Gyeol, why are you so pretty?”

Yo Han spoke with a low laugh. The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable.

Then he wrapped his hand around Gyeol’s half-hard cock.

“Hh....”

Gyeol panted softly, suppressing the sound as much as possible. Merely being touched by him brought more heat into his cock, and Gyeol could see the tip beginning to rise.

Yo Han stroked the clean, bare skin extending from the base of his cock with his long fingers.

“I was surprised yesterday too, because you were so pretty. These are sides of you I can only see when we come to Ivory Mansion. When we swim together too....”

The words continued, each carrying a hidden second meaning.

I’m going to make a sound.

Relaxing completely in Yo Han’s arms, Gyeol covered his own mouth with one hand.

“...Mm. I think I understand what you mean.”

A finger circled his tip. The clear pre-ejaculate that had beaded there was spread stickily across the head, the wet sound smothered beneath the jazz melody.

“......!”

A sharp thrill raced down the backs of Gyeol’s knees.

Watching every reaction without missing a single one, Yo Han continued speaking in an ordinary voice, as though nothing were happening.

“I wish I were the only one who could see your pretty sides.”

His hand closed around Gyeol’s cock and began moving up and down. Even with the music playing, he stroked slowly and gently to avoid making any noise, but while completely sober, even that was almost too stimulating for Gyeol.

“It seems like you’re already the only one who has seen quite a lot....”

Gyeol also tried to speak as though nothing were happening, but he had no idea whether he succeeded. There seemed to be too much breath tangled between his syllables.

“Is that so?”

“.......”

“Has anyone else ever seen you?”

With the question, Yo Han pushed his hand all the way upward and squeezed firmly around the tip.

Pleasure struck straight down through the crown of Gyeol’s head.

Unable even to answer, Gyeol curled tightly inward.

No matter how hard he tried to endure it, his breathing came in helpless pants.

He had almost come.

Yo Han had barely touched him a few times, yet he had nearly ejaculated.

“No....”

Gyeol barely managed the answer.

Yo Han lowered his head and studied his face, his gaze appearing to ask whether that was really true.

The meaning of both his question and his gaze was vague.

What does he mean? Is he asking whether I’ve never shown anyone the hairless place between my legs? Is he asking whether I’ve ever had sex?

But Gyeol’s speculation did not last long. Yo Han began moving his wrist like a piston, and the sudden surge of pleasure shattered his thoughts into fragments.

“Gyeol.”

He called his name and kissed him.

Whenever their lips separated, Gyeol could see Yo Han’s face and, beneath it, the hand wrapped around his cock and stroking it, all within the same view.

“What are you going to do about my third wish?”

His wrist moved faster. Each time he reached the tip, he cleverly rubbed the slit. The muscles in Gyeol’s legs tightened, and his toes kept curling.

It suddenly occurred to Gyeol that Yo Han was still fully and elegantly dressed while he alone was naked. The clothes and underwear dangling around his legs were humiliating, as were the white socks that covered half his shins.

“......!”

A sudden surge of pre-ejaculate spilled out, instantly making Yo Han’s palm slippery.

“Mm? Aren’t you going to tell me? The final selection is coming soon.”

His tone suggested that he placed considerable significance on the final selection.

It was astonishing. Yo Han seemed to have split into two separate people. One was holding a perfectly ordinary conversation with Gyeol, while the other was gripping Gyeol’s cock and jerking him off.

“Mm? Tell big brother. Come on, Gyeol.”

Gyeol’s mind went completely white.

He could not take any more.

Gyeol shoved Yo Han hard in the chest.

“...I need the bathroom. I’ll be back.”

Without thinking about what would happen next, he escaped Yo Han’s arms and stepped down from the bed. His clothes fell to the floor, but he paid them no attention.

One wrong move and even the pheromones he had been suppressing might begin to leak. Unable to think beyond the immediate moment, he started walking.

Gyeol entered the bathroom attached to the bedroom. He headed straight into the shower stall and turned on the water, soaking the socks he had not managed to remove.

Click.

The sound of the door closing came from behind him.

The door. I forgot to close it.

Only then remembering, Gyeol reflexively turned around.

Yo Han stood with his back against the bathroom door.

Dizziness washed over Gyeol. His heart hammered violently.

He took a faltering step backward, but there was nowhere to go inside the cramped shower stall.

Yo Han began walking toward him.

Without even unbuttoning his white shirt, he pulled it over his head and hung it across the towel rack. Each time his bare feet met the wet floor, they made a soft, slapping sound.

He drew closer.

“Come here.”

Once he was near enough to reach, Yo Han wrapped a hand around Gyeol’s wrist and pulled him forward. His other hand closed around Gyeol’s cock, stroking it as he lowered himself to his knees.

Gyeol could not believe the sight before him.

In a single view, he could see his own rigid cock steadily leaking pre-ejaculate and Yo Han’s face directly in front of it.

Beyond the bathroom door, the jazz melody continued to play. Inside, the shower water fell with a deafening rush.

Only a little over twenty minutes remained before Off-Time ended.