NFS 3.5

Now, even without Seo Ahn-jae’s attention, Joo Seung-ha couldn’t take his eyes off it. The regular, slow movements of his hand rubbing the shaft were simple, but they caused primal excitement to fill his body from just watching the man masturbate. But the sight was unfamiliar, and Joo Seung-ha, who still had a shred of reason left in him, also felt shame as a spectator, so he couldn’t tell if the heat rising in his face was from excitement or shame.

Joo Seung-ha clenched his jaw and shut his mouth tightly, trying not to make a sound. Maybe it was because he’d killed his own sound, but the small friction of flesh rubbing against flesh in his hands sounded unusually loud. Seo Ahn-jae’s lowered voice mingled with it.

“They were important people who had already invested a lot of money, and the meeting was to decide on an even bigger investment, enough to keep the company afloat for a while, so I should have just said no, but I didn’t.”

Seo Ahn-jae inhaled as if he felt good from the stimulation. It made his words sound less serious than they were.

“I went to eight banks in two days to get the money to pay them back, but I couldn’t get a loan from the bank either.”

His voice trailed off, and the sound of his masturbation filled the silence. He was picking up the pace. The mushroom-shaped glans turned redder and swelled taut as blood rushed from within it.

“So?”

Joo Seung-ha asked, and he could hear the languid, long exhale from overhead, as if savoring the stimulation, his breathing more arousing than the sight of him masturbating.

“I went to my high school senior, who’s a playboy but is rumored to have a lot of money, and asked him to borrow it, haha.”

His hand’s pace along the shaft increased, and the rubbing sound changed to a light slap, slap, slap sound. The repetitive hand motions that stimulated his genitals were so simple that they made him watch even more intently. Joo Seung-ha swallowed hard and asked.

“You borrowed it?”

“Yes, against collateral.”

What collateral? If he had collateral, why didn’t the bank lend him the money? The tapping, tapping, tapping started to grow faster. After a moment of explanation, a low, excited gasp rang out. The tip of the red glans was now wet, and clear fluid trickled down the shaft. Joo Seung-ha’s breath caught in his throat, as if he was going through the same stages of arousal as his opponent. As he clenched his jaw harder to keep from making a sound, he heard a raspy, breathy voice.

“The collateral was information. The stock price of a certain bio company that was soaring at the time would soon plummet, so he should buy a put option.”

Joo Seung-ha didn’t buy winning stocks, but he knew that such things were profitable when the stock prices fell.

“How did you know that?”

“I heard it from the major shareholder of Biosa. He’s thinking of pulling all his money out. Haa, back then, Biosa’s stock price was soaring because the clinical trial results for their new drug were so good.”

Seo Ahn-jae vigorously rubbed and shook his hard, swollen shaft, the veins standing out prominently. The low breaths that had been occupying Joo Seung-ha’s ears began to sound faster paced. And then, at some point, Joo Seung-ha felt a shadow over him. Seo Ahn-jae reached out, grabbed the headboard next to Joo Seung-ha, and leaned his upper body forward.

Joo Seung-ha was startled and leaned back, but there was nowhere further to escape. Still, he pressed himself more tightly against the solid headboard, glanced up, and froze in place. Seo Ahn-jae had his eyes closed and his head bowed. His arm passed over Joo Seung-ha’s shoulder, his head was lowered next to Joo Seung-ha’s ear, but none of it touched Joo Seung-ha, yet Joo Seung-ha felt trapped, unable to move.

No, there was contact. The hot breath on his neck, the humid sounds filling his ear. This suffocated Joo Seung-ha more than the engorged penis about to reach the orgasm of ejaculation. Joo Seung-ha unconsciously averted his gaze into the empty air.

“Why would an investor pull out their money when the good news is so certain?”

“He just said he had a bad feeling about it.”

“So it wasn’t even accurate information.”

“That’s why it worked. That good-for-nothing senior liked to gamble.”

Now, Joo Seung-ha wasn’t even watching the explicit masturbation, but just from Seo Ahn-jae’s voice in his ear, he knew that Seo Ahn-jae was about to reach his climax. Hearing that, a strange, ticklish sensation spread through Joo Seung-ha’s lower abdomen. Joo Seung-ha forcibly resisted the urge to turn not just his gaze, but his head as well. He didn’t want to be laughed at for running away, even though Seo Ahn-jae had his eyes tightly closed and was focused on his masturbation.

“That’s not gambling, that’s just being stupid.”

As Joo Seung-ha spoke, a low chuckle mixed with the sounds of masturbation.

“Stupid, yes. But I was the one who told him that.”

Still so confident. Joo Seung-ha imagined how he had persuaded his senior. Not with desperate eyes, but with an attitude of ‘take it or leave it,’ making the offer without seeming to care. But 

Seo Ahn-jae’s situation must have been desperate at the time. Desperate enough to entice someone with money using inaccurate information.

“You gambled too, hyung.”

Joo Seung-ha muttered, unaware that his form of address and tone had changed. Seo Ahn-jae’s movements seemed to pause for a moment, but soon the movement of his arm quickened.

“I was pretty sure. The major shareholder had met the CEO of Biosa personally and had a bad feeling. Haa, it might sound like nothing to others, but sometimes a person’s gut feeling is the most accurate radar. Otherwise, why would a major shareholder take all the money out of Biosa and put that huge sum into a startup that no one had ever heard of?”

Ah, the major shareholder was the investor who wanted sperm. His breathing grew rough as he neared climax. Joo Seung-ha tensed up as well. He deliberately changed the subject to distract from it.

“Did the gamble succeed?”

“Yeah. That good-for-nothing senior became my devotee, and the investor, huh, ended up holding onto the Biosa stock, huh, and got screwed. Ugh.”

Seo Ahn-jae spat out the words, his jaw clenched so tightly that it twitched, as if trying to hold back his ejaculation.

“Hey, look at me.”

Startled by the command mixed with rough breaths, Joo Seung-ha turned his eyes to him. He met the black eyes flickering like flames right above him. When did he open his eyes? Seo Ahn-jae firmly held Joo Seung-ha’s gaze, who was flustered, and whispered.

“Why? Aren’t you getting hard?”

“…It’s boring.”

Laughter spread through the eyes filled with excitement. Joo Seung-ha knew that he had noticed that Joo Seung-ha was tense. Still, he brazenly met his gaze head-on as if it were true that he was bored.

“Close your eyes.”

“You said I wasn’t getting hard, haa, right?”

It was too close. His breath was almost touching his forehead. His breath, his scent, his voice, everything he exuded was overwhelmingly close. Joo Seung-ha resisted the urge to turn away and muttered.

“Did you get hard, hyung?”

Although neither mentioned the time from 7 years ago, Joo Seung-ha knew his partner understood immediately. He could tell because the lustful gleam in the other’s eyes momentarily dimmed, though it soon blazed even stronger. Seo Ahn-jae moved his face close to Joo Seung-ha’s, almost like a kiss. Fortunately, he stopped before Joo Seung-ha had to tell him to stop.

“To the point of frustration…ah.”

Whispered Seo Ahn-jae, briefly furrowing his brows and closing his eyes, then made quick motions with his hand before shuddering briefly. Joo Seung-ha knew he had climaxed without having to look down. But he couldn’t bring himself to check.

He was too captivated by the furrowed handsome eyebrows, the long eyes that fluttered open and closed, the quivering jaw, and the hot breath that escaped from parted lips. He had never before thought someone’s expression during climax could be so sensual. That brief moment—from the relaxing brow to the steadying breath—imprinted itself more deeply in his mind than hours of film.

Then Joo Seung-ha returned to reality, as if in an illuminated movie theater. This allowed him to face Seo Ahn-jae a bit more calmly than before. Seo Ahn-jae quietly looked at Joo Seung-ha before glancing down. Joo Seung-ha followed his gaze and noticed the fluid on his white coat. While thinking it was fortunate he was wearing the coat, Seo Ahn-jae smeared the sticky fluid on his long finger.

“Want to taste?”

What? What did he say? As Joo Seung-ha looked up in shock, Seo Ahn-jae gave him that captivating smile that had the ability to charm everyone.

“You did before.”

Though Seo Ahn-jae didn’t specify when, Joo Seung-ha recalled their intimate moments from 7 years ago. Back then, despite his discomfort, Joo Seung-ha had endured because he worried about appearing unseemly. There was another reason he had to endure—he could see Seo Ahn-jae’s face directly during those moments. He loved looking up at his face. But except for once, Seo Ahn-jae never requested that again. So Joo Seung-ha had tormented himself with doubts, wondering if he had done something wrong—all foolish thoughts in retrospect.

“No, I don’t want to anymore.”

“Then we can do it the other way. Like we always do.”

Seo Ahn-jae replied expressionlessly. He removed his hand from the bed’s headboard and pulled open Joo Seung-ha’s coat. The loosely tied belt came undone, revealing his bare shoulder. Since he wore nothing under the coat, parts of his chest, stomach, and legs were visible through the opening.

Seo Ahn-jae’s gaze intently traced the exposed skin. Joo Seung-ha had both knees raised, which gave him some sense of protection from that gaze. Trying to ignore his tension under that stare, he replied in a deliberately calm voice.

“Right. That’s how I have to repay my debt.”

“I’ll count this as one time.”

Before Joo Seung-ha could ask what he meant, Seo Ahn-jae grabbed his legs and pulled. As Joo Seung-ha’s body followed, his balance was lost and his upper body fell backward. As he tried to raise himself up after sliding onto the bed, Seo Ahn-jae forcefully spread his legs and inserted his slick finger. Joo Seung-ha froze in surprise, trying to pull back instinctively, but Seo Ahn-jae painfully gripped his legs to stop him.

“Won’t you repay your debt?”

At the cold warning, Joo Seung-ha stopped moving. Satisfied, Seo Ahn-jae relaxed his grip and gently caressed the inside of his spread legs. While Joo Seung-ha kept his head raised to watch the other’s face, Seo Ahn-jae kept his gaze fixed between Joo Seung-ha’s legs since laying him down.

Joo Seung-ha anticipated what would happen next, but Seo Ahn-jae remained still for a long while. Then he suddenly asked, “Joo Seung-ha, how should I do this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll do it how you want. Do you want it gentle and tender?”

Unable to answer the unexpected question, Joo Seung-ha remained silent as Seo Ahn-jae raised his eyes. Meeting that gaze sent a chill across Joo Seung-ha’s chest. Though he had faced these eyes countless times during their recent encounters, he couldn’t get used to them. Before those desire-filled eyes, he always felt like prey before a predator. Indeed, Seo Ahn-jae’s eyes now reflected a predator’s leisurely satisfaction at catching its prey.

“If you don’t answer, I can only assume. That you’d be excited even if I’m rough. Right?”

Joo Seung-ha couldn’t speak. Not because it was true, though it was, but more because it felt awkward and uncomfortable how Seo Ahn-jae was holding back his obvious desire to ask so tenderly.

“…Think what you want.”

“Thinking what I wanted got me betrayed 7 years ago.”

Seo Ahn-jae muttered coldly as he pushed his finger deeper. Though Joo Seung-ha frowned at the sensation, he swallowed any sound that might escape. Instead, he tilted his head back and muttered displeasedly, “As if you won’t do what you want anyway.”

Though the finger stopped moving and no reply came, Joo Seung-ha somehow knew Seo Ahn-jae was smiling again. Without thinking things through, he raised his head to check and froze.

His guess was correct. Seo Ahn-jae was smiling silently. His upturned mouth corners transformed his usually cold, intellectual face into a soft and gentle expression. It was like a spring breeze in an air-conditioned room.

But Joo Seung-ha couldn’t melt into that warmth. That genuine smile wasn’t entirely welcome or joyful. Knowing how rare such non-cynical smiles were made him want to retreat instead. Joo Seung-ha muttered unconsciously, “Ah, so that’s why you wouldn’t look at my face back then.”

Because my joy was uncomfortable, because my affection was burdensome. Only after 7 years did Joo Seung-ha understand his feelings and a complex light filled his eyes. Once again, Seo Ahn-jae immediately grasped what Joo Seung-ha meant. Though they were clearly in the present, the time from 7 years ago mixed hazily like an unclearing fog. Seo Ahn-jae’s mouth corners shifted subtly, transforming the warm smile into a frost-like sneer.

“Why? Don’t want to see my face?”

“I can’t concentrate.”

Sex was supposed to be simple. But that simple goal couldn’t remain uncomplicated under an affection-filled gaze.

“You cried well while facing me last week. Why don’t you want to now?”

Seo Ahn-jae asked amusedly while pushing his finger deeper. As Joo Seung-ha unconsciously tensed his lower abdomen in response to the intrusion, a warning came immediately.

“Still, relax and concentrate, you punk. I’m not going to hide my face.”

Joo Seung-ha looked up at him while inhaling. Am I perverted? Why does his offensive tone make me feel more at ease? He felt an incredulous laugh inside. But that composure quickly vanished with the finger moving within him.

Seo Ahn-jae skillfully moved his finger, pressing against the inner walls until he reached the sensitive spot. He hadn’t pressed it yet. Just the feeling of his finger gently rubbing that area. Even without direct pressure, anticipatory tingles spread through his eager body. Joo Seung-ha took a deep breath with his eyes tightly closed.

His mind became complicated. Should he really have sex with him? Wouldn’t the pleasure eventually become a burden? His body’s instinct, waiting for stimulation, fought against his confused reason. Joo Seung-ha tightened around Seo Ahn-jae’s still-waiting finger, urging him on. His body just reflexively twitched.

“Last week was simple.”

Joo Seung-ha muttered, opening his eyes and releasing his heated breath. Seo Ahn-jae’s black pupils seemed to turn a violent red like his renewed arousal. Joo Seung-ha realized his patience had run out. Ah, it’s not like I could stop this even if I wanted to. Making excuses to himself, Joo Seung-ha spoke.

“So stop making me talk and just take me simply, hyung. I don’t care if you misunderstand.”

Though Seo Ahn-jae’s face remained expressionless, clear amusement spread in his eyes. 

Thankfully, this time his smile wasn’t uncomfortable or burdensome. He commanded, “Hold your legs and spread them yourself.”