LS Ch 27

“What kind of nonsense is this?”

He didn’t ask the foolish question of what he wanted to do. Jewoo was a man too. He knew what a man with that kind of expression, with eyes full of desire, wanted.

The problem was the unexpected situation. The problem was that he was the object of desire. Or maybe he had anticipated it a little. Yiwon had shown signs of this several times already. It was his mistake to let him come into the bed knowing that.

“It’s not nonsense.”

Yiwon answered in a low voice. His eyes were still fixed on Jewoo’s face, not moving away.

“If you’re pent up, solve it yourself.”

He pushed against Yiwon’s chest with his forearm to stop him from coming closer. He was trying to respond nonchalantly, but in fact, his mouth was dry. He wasn’t sure he could handle it if Yiwon forced himself. Even though he thought Yiwon wouldn’t do something against his will, he was still tense. However, he didn’t want Yiwon to see his tension. As a man, his pride as the older one wouldn’t allow it.

“We’re dating, aren’t we?”

Yiwon added, still holding his ground on top of Jewoo.

“That’s…!”

“Doesn’t dating include this kind of thing?”

Before Jewoo could retort that their dating was just pretend, Yiwon spoke first.

“That’s…”

He tried to speak but no words came out. He was reaching his limit of pretending not to know. Yiwon thought of their dating as real, not just for show. Jewoo had noticed this but had been ignoring it.

“You don’t like it?”

Yiwon’s tone changed slightly. The heavy scent of male hormones weakened, replaced by a voice that seemed to beg like a child. However, his knee still pressed firmly against Jewoo’s center.

This is driving me crazy. How am I supposed to react when he presses there?

If he really hated Kang Yiwon, there would be no reaction at all. There wasn’t as much aversion as he thought about being with another man. Maybe he was bisexual. Or perhaps his preferences had changed without him noticing while filming the drama. Either way, it was troublesome.

He didn’t hate it, and that made it all the more troublesome. At this rate, he felt like he would be swept along with whatever Kang Yiwon wanted.

“Really don’t like it?”

Yiwon pleaded like a child, tilting his head closer. As the distance closed, Jewoo turned his head away, feeling Yiwon’s breath on his ear. That’s how close Yiwon’s face was.

“Jewoo hyung.”

The low whisper crept into his ear, making the fine hairs stand on end. It wasn’t a shiver of repulsion. It was an indescribable sensation. Feelings of ‘why not’ kept popping up.

“I won’t go all the way. Just take it out, okay?”

“What do you mean ‘all the way’…!”

He was about to tell him to stop talking nonsense when Yiwon grabbed his chin, turned his head, and pressed their lips together, silencing him.

This kiss was different from the ones for acting. It was much more urgent and rough. His tongue pushed in deeply, not giving Jewoo a chance to think, messing up his mouth. It tangled with Jewoo’s tongue and sucked hard, making his tongue root tingle, and he let out an involuntary moan.

This was the first time he had experienced such an intense kiss. Even though it had been a while since he’d dated, he had never kissed like this before. Han Jewoo’s dating style was fundamentally very gentlemanly and considerate.

This felt more like being devoured than kissed. Just the kiss alone made his head spin, leaving no room for other thoughts.

“Ugh!”

Yiwon’s hand moved down, slipping into Jewoo’s pants. As the pants were pulled down, he felt the touch through the underwear, making him flinch. When Jewoo reflexively tried to push him away, Yiwon grabbed both his hands, pinning them above his head.

As their lips parted, Yiwon looked down at Jewoo from just inches away. His heavy breathing washed over Jewoo’s cheek.

“If you really say no, I won’t do it.”

His eyes had already changed with the heat.

“You can say that in this situation?”

Jewoo raised his knee, nudging Yiwon’s center. From the moment they started kissing, he couldn’t ignore the presence rubbing against his thigh.

“Besides, you should be aware of what you’re doing right now.”

He tried to pull his arms free, but they didn’t move. Despite his words promising to stop, his hands still held Jewoo down with strength.

“Even so, if hyung says no, I’ll stop.”

His promise to stop was so absurd it almost made Jewoo laugh.

“Coercion is rape.”

“I know.”

He answered casually, and Yiwon’s face contorted. Even that expression showed he was really trying to restrain himself.

“Let go of my arms.”

Shaking his restrained arms, Yiwon’s eyebrows twisted. It seemed he didn’t want to let go as easily as he had promised.

“You said you wouldn’t force it.”

Reminding him of his own words, Yiwon’s lips tightened, and he loosened his grip on Jewoo’s wrists. Once his arms were free, Jewoo took a deep breath. Although he had moved back, Yiwon was still kneeling above him.

The overwhelming desire from before seemed to have calmed slightly, but he now looked like a dejected puppy.

“Kang Yiwon.”

He called his name and spread his arms wide. Yiwon’s eyes wavered at the action, seemingly pondering what Jewoo meant by opening his arms.

“You want to do it, right? Is coercion your preference?”

“…No.”

Yiwon answered, pulling Jewoo by his arms. Jewoo was forced to sit up, and their lips met again. The urgency from before was gone, but it was still a kiss filled with longing.

With one hand, Yiwon grabbed the back of Jewoo’s head, pulling him closer for a tighter kiss. Even though they had kissed before, Yiwon’s rough approach made it hard to breathe. Each time his mouth was thoroughly explored, Jewoo was starkly reminded that he was kissing another man.

Yiwon moved his other hand down to grasp Jewoo’s member. The moan that escaped due to the pressure swirled in his mouth before being swallowed with his breath. Even just rubbing over the underwear was dizzying. Come to think of it, he hadn’t relieved himself alone in quite some time, so even a slight stimulus made him quickly heat up.

Feeling frustrated by being passive, Jewoo also nudged Yiwon’s center. Even without touching, he could feel how swollen it was, making him hesitate for a moment.

Is this really okay?

While he was pondering, their lips parted, and Yiwon buried his face in Jewoo’s neck.

“Ah, not there…”

Feeling like Yiwon was sucking on his skin, he quickly pushed his shoulder away.

“I know. I won’t leave marks.”

He said that, but his breath on Jewoo’s neck was too hot. Was this guy even keeping his sanity? Even though he had stopped sucking, he was now gently biting the skin.

“Stop…”

It didn’t seem like he was in the mood to listen. Swallowing a sigh, Jewoo pressed against Yiwon’s member, thinking it might be better to divert his attention there.

As if waiting for it, Yiwon reached inside Jewoo’s underwear. The direct touch of his hand felt even more sensitive. His large hand grasped Jewoo’s member and began to stroke it up and down. Feeling his breath quickening, Jewoo also pulled down Yiwon’s pants and underwear.

Looking at and touching another man’s member, he surprisingly felt no aversion. He even wondered if he might be bisexual, but he doubted he’d feel this way with anyone else.

Because it’s Kang Yiwon.

That was the only explanation he had at the moment.

Just as Yiwon was doing to him, Jewoo carefully grasped Yiwon’s member and began to stroke it. Both of their breaths became so ragged it was hard to tell whose was heavier.

“I’m going crazy.”

Yiwon muttered, resting his forehead on Jewoo’s shoulder before pushing him down. Jewoo found himself lying on the bed, looking up at him.

“Let’s do it together.”

He aligned their members and guided Jewoo’s hand to hold them both. Yiwon’s hand then covered Jewoo’s, moving them together even if Jewoo didn’t want to. The pressure was more intense than before, and the sensation of their members rubbing together was indescribably strange. The feeling of climax was coming faster than he expected.

“Yiwon, wait, ugh…”

Turning his head to hold back the climax, Yiwon showered kisses on Jewoo’s cheeks and neck. Each time his lips touched and then parted, there was a wet sound that made him more acutely aware of who he was with and what they were doing.

The hand moving below sped up. It felt like he was about to explode.

“Kang Yiwon, wait!”

He had no time to say more as Yiwon bit down on Jewoo’s lips. The moan was swallowed by him at the same moment a surge of heat rushed below.