LS Ch 48

Jewoo’s eyes widened as he stared at Yiwon in response to his request. He had clearly said he couldn’t do it today, so why…?

“I won’t put it in,” Yiwon added, sensing Jewoo’s anxiety.

“Just lie on your stomach and pull your legs up.”

Still unsure of what Yiwon intended, Jewoo hesitated before Yiwon grabbed his waist and turned him around. Awkwardly, Jewoo lay on his stomach as instructed, but exposing his buttocks made him even more tense than before.

“What are you…!” Jewoo started to ask, but his words were cut off as Yiwon wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed against him from behind.

“Kang Yiwon!”

“Relax. I said I wouldn’t put it in,” Yiwon whispered softly, kissing Jewoo’s nape. He trailed kisses up to Jewoo’s earlobe, then slipped his tongue inside, licking gently. The wet sounds in his ear made Jewoo’s shoulders tremble. Meanwhile, Yiwon’s chest pressed against Jewoo’s back, their skin flush together, sharing each other’s heat.

“Ugh!”

Jewoo felt a hard shaft pushing between his thighs. As Yiwon slowly thrust his hips, his erection slid in and out, brushing against Jewoo’s testicles. The sensation was so strange that Jewoo wanted to escape, but Yiwon held him tightly, making it impossible to move.

“Jewoo…”

Yiwon’s low voice made Jewoo’s head spin. Slowly, Jewoo felt himself getting hard again, his erection twitching. As he grew harder, the sensation of Yiwon’s shaft sliding against his own became more intense.

Even without penetration, it felt like Yiwon was inside him. The feeling of a hot, throbbing shaft moving between his legs was overwhelmingly vivid.

“I love this. It feels so good, I think I’m going crazy,” Yiwon whispered in Jewoo’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. As Yiwon’s movements became more intense, Jewoo’s body shook with him.

“Ah!”

Yiwon bit Jewoo’s shoulder, causing him to cry out, but the pain was overshadowed by the sensations below. All his focus was on the pleasure building there. The psychological pressure of this position was immense.

“Jewoo.”

Yiwon growled his name and turned Jewoo’s head to kiss him. Their lips didn’t align properly due to the awkward position, but their tongues entwined desperately.

Yiwon’s thrusts became even more vigorous. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh grew louder, making Jewoo want to cover his ears. He couldn’t think about anything else. The intense sensation started from below and spread up his spine, clouding his mind.

Droplets of fluid fell onto the bed. Jewoo couldn’t tell if it was his own release or Yiwon’s. As their lips parted, Jewoo collapsed onto the pillow, his face buried in it. He panted heavily, his breath muffled by the pillow.

Yiwon also lay on top of Jewoo, breathing raggedly. Each hot breath against Jewoo’s shoulder made him tremble.

“Next time, I want to come inside you properly,” Yiwon murmured.

Jewoo sighed at Yiwon’s words. He couldn’t bring himself to scold Yiwon for talking dirty. Seeing how desperately Yiwon wanted this, Jewoo knew he wouldn’t be able to refuse next time. It was only a matter of time.

Jewoo woke up to the sunlight streaming through the window, shielding his eyes with his arm. A moment later, he realized he was at Yiwon’s place. He sat up, finding the bed next to him empty. Yiwon must have left for his schedule. Judging by the position of the sun, it was already late morning.

He remembered falling asleep exhausted the night before. He should have cleaned up properly, but he had passed out in a messy state. Pulling back the covers, he saw that he was still naked, but his body was clean. His abdomen, lower body, and even between his thighs were spotless. He had no memory of cleaning himself, so Yiwon must have done it.

The thought of Yiwon wetting a towel and carefully cleaning every part of his body made Jewoo blush deeply. He covered his face with his hand, feeling more embarrassed about that than the intimate acts they had shared. Remembering how Yiwon had simulated sex between his thighs made his face burn even hotter.

Thankfully, Yiwon wasn’t there. If he had seen Jewoo like this, he would have teased him mercilessly.

It wasn’t just the embarrassment of their intimate acts. They had touched each other and come together many times before. But today, Jewoo felt particularly conflicted. Yiwon had wanted to be inside him, to come inside him.

Perhaps he should have been prepared for this. Being in a relationship meant sex was part of it, and Yiwon wouldn’t be satisfied with just foreplay forever. It was natural for him to want to go all the way since he cared for Jewoo.

But why did Yiwon assume he would be the one doing the penetrating? And why hadn’t Jewoo firmly said no?

It was a bit of a shock. More shocking than Yiwon wanting to penetrate him was the fact that Jewoo hadn’t rejected the idea outright. He had even considered accepting it for a moment.

I guess I really am bisexual, Jewoo thought. And not just that, but open to being penetrated.

It felt like a new discovery about himself.

His gaze drifted to the empty space beside him. He stared at the spot where Yiwon had been, a weak smile forming on his lips.

Whether he was the one being penetrated or doing the penetrating didn’t matter. What mattered was that it was Kang Yiwon. If it had been anyone else, Jewoo wouldn’t have even considered it. He would have been repulsed and distanced himself.

But Yiwon was different. He was so handsome and charming that Jewoo couldn’t resist him.

Maybe I’m just a sucker for good looks, Jewoo thought with a wry smile. He had seen countless attractive people in his acting career, but none of them had affected him like this.

It was simply because it was Kang Yiwon.

That was the entire reason. If someone asked why it had to be Yiwon, he couldn’t really explain it anymore. At first, he thought he had missed the chance to refuse because Yiwon approached him so sincerely. But missing that chance was proof that he had been weak for Yiwon from the start.

They had even met seven years ago, which made him wonder if it was truly fate. Although it was Yiwon’s effort that led them to work together on a drama again, it was a coincidence that both of them were mentioned for the lead roles in the first place.

Maybe coincidences become inevitable when they happen repeatedly.

Shaking his head, he wondered what he was even thinking. Kang Yiwon had been so earnest that his feelings must have rubbed off on him. Either way, it didn’t matter if it was coincidence or destiny. Instead of pondering these things, he should just focus on his relationship with Yiwon.

He decided to take a shower first. Yesterday, he had left his suitcase by the couch in the living room, so he went there to find clean clothes to change into after showering.

“You’re awake?”

Yiwon asked, coming out of the kitchen. Jewoo thought he had gone to work. Yiwon’s expression hardened as he saw Jewoo.

“I told you not to walk around like that,” Yiwon said, pointing out that Jewoo was only barely covering himself with a towel.

“What’s the big deal? We’re both guys,” Jewoo replied casually, opening his suitcase.

Yiwon approached and wrapped his arms around Jewoo’s waist, pulling him close.

“This guy has a lot of ulterior motives towards you,” Yiwon said, turning Jewoo to face him. As their eyes met, Yiwon smiled slightly and kissed Jewoo’s cheek. What seemed like a light kiss turned into a deep one, with Yiwon’s tongue exploring Jewoo’s mouth. As Jewoo responded to the kiss, Yiwon’s hand began to caress his waist and move lower.

“Let’s stop here,” Jewoo said, grabbing Yiwon’s wrist to stop him. He smiled brightly.

“From the morning? Are you an animal?” Jewoo scolded, but Yiwon just grinned.

Jewoo was relieved to see that Yiwon seemed in a good mood, despite not being able to go all the way the night before.

“It’s not morning anymore; it’s already afternoon,” Yiwon said.

Jewoo shook his head at the ridiculous excuse and freed himself from Yiwon’s embrace.

“Whether it’s afternoon or whatever, it’s broad daylight. Don’t you have a schedule today?” Jewoo asked, rummaging through his suitcase for clothes.

Yiwon didn’t answer, so he probably had something scheduled.

“I’m going home today too. I need to drop off my luggage and then go to the office. What time are you leaving?” Jewoo asked, making sure Yiwon wouldn’t have a chance to stop him.

“I’ll take you. We can grab something to eat on the way,” Yiwon offered.

Jewoo finished getting dressed and turned to Yiwon.

So, when does your schedule start?

He figured Yiwon wouldn’t answer even if he asked again. At least he trusted that Yiwon wouldn’t let work interfere with their plans. He could only guess that they would have enough time to eat together before parting ways.

Maybe he should ask Yiwon’s manager for his schedule. That might be quicker than asking Yiwon himself, but he wondered what the manager would think. It seemed just as impossible to act on that idea.