TBM Vol 2 Part 16

Sa Seung-yeon’s large hand covered Lee Il-seo’s mouth, his darkened pupils burning with intensity. Lee Il-seo’s dazed gaze followed, struggling to comprehend the sudden action. Beneath Sa Seung-yeon’s palm, frantic, uneven breaths tickled his skin.

“I’m turned on by your sounds, so don’t hold them back.”

“Hmm, mmph.”

Sa Seung-yeon smiled lasciviously as he bit and licked Lee Il-seo’s nape to his heart’s content. Lee Il-seo held Sa Seung-yeon’s hand, covering his lower face with both his own hands, and let out groaning moans. Though his mouth was covered, it seemed he still couldn’t completely let go, as the sound was somehow suppressed, but the way he clung to Sa Seung-yeon’s hand as if it were a lifeline was strangely arousing.

He wanted to push further, to dominate more. Colorless and odorless to Betas, pheromones slithered from him like invisible smoke, and heat surged to his ears and cheeks. He was only kissing and biting the nape, and yet the pressure building below was unbearable. Thank god Lee Il-seo wore loose training pants—anything tighter, and he wouldn’t have been able to hide how hard he was.

Sa Seung-yeon’s eyes moved toward Lee Il-seo’s lower body. Perhaps because Lee Il-seo was also wearing a large t-shirt covering his hipbone and training pants, his lower part wasn’t visible.

‘Judging by his expression, he seems to be feeling it.’

If he’d been the only one aroused, it would have felt like Lee Il-seo was simply playing with him, so Sa Seung-yeon hoped Lee Il-seo was also succumbing to the excitement. He hadn’t expected that caressing someone who wouldn’t ‘get wet’ no matter how much he ‘sucked’ would be this arousing.

He dragged his tongue along the delicate skin of Lee Il-seo’s neck, leaving a fresh mark on his collarbone before finally releasing the mouth he’d covered. Then he crushed his lips with Lee Il-seo’s, swallowing the panting moans that spilled forth. Every small twitch, every trembling response beneath him sent a jolt of satisfaction through his body.

Without pausing for even a second, he meticulously ravaged Lee Il-seo’s tongue until he was satisfied. By the end, even Sa Seung-yeon’s lips and tongue felt somewhat numb. Finally, Sa Seung-yeon sucked Lee Il-seo’s tongue, upper lip, and lower lip once each before slowly pulling his face away.

“The next part is a bed scene, so let’s stop here.”

“Hmm, uh.”

Looking down at Lee Il-seo, who was panting while staring at the wall with unfocused eyes, Sa Seung-yeon grinned and lightly shifted his body away. Lee Il-seo’s hands, which had been wrapped around Sa Seung-yeon’s neck and shoulders, dropped heavily onto the floor.

For a moment, Lee Il-seo lay there, too dazed to move. Then, pushing up with trembling arms, he slowly sat upright. Even after sitting, he swayed once, and when Sa Seung-yeon steadied him, Lee Il-seo blinked belatedly and shook his head.

“Don’t you… Want to practice more?”

Continue from here? Was he suggesting they practice the bed scene too? Sa Seung-yeon lightly tapped Lee Il-seo’s cheek with three fingers.

“You should come to your senses.”

“I think it’s because… Because I’m sick.”

Lee Il-seo lowered his head, blinking his dreamy eyes. Though this was his only excuse, Lee Il-seo felt fortunate that he had been sick today. While Sa Seung-yeon seemed so composed, he himself could barely control his body. It was as if his soul had been held hostage during the kiss. Even after Sa Seung-yeon’s lips had left his, the inside of his thighs trembled uncontrollably.

‘Kissing someone you like, feels this good…’

This was the first time he had felt this way from a kiss. The pleasure was intense to the point of being frightening, so Lee Il-seo painfully bit his lip, trying to regain his composure. Sa Seung-yeon stood up first. Holding the back of his neck, he turned his head left and right, making cracking sounds, and then walked heavily toward the entrance.

“I should head out.”

“Already?”

“You’re sick. You should.”

Lee Il-seo urgently approached Sa Seung-yeon as he put on his shoes. But as soon as he took a step, he felt something wet and slippery inside his underwear. He had leaked a little semen just from kissing. His neck grew even hotter with belated embarrassment.

Sa Seung-yeon put on his mask as he watched Lee Il-seo, who had stopped walking like a puppy that needed to poop and was just staring at the floor.

“I’m leaving.”

“Ah… Yes.”

His eyes met Lee Il-seo’s, who had raised his head, and Sa Seung-yeon raised the corners of his mouth. The guy still had a dumbfounded look on his face.

If he had pushed a little more, Lee Il-seo would have folded completely. Although physical intimacy with Lee Il-seo was enjoyable, having sex without a condom in a shabby room with poor soundproofing was repulsive to him.

Their previous encounter had been satisfying, but Lee Il-seo was a colleague appearing in the same drama and a junior he had to see regularly. He wasn’t someone who could be called upon when desired, used, and discarded like a toilet for sexual release.

The night they had been intimate, his vague response to Lee Il-seo’s laughable question about whether his curiosity had been satisfied was deliberate. Sa Seung-yeon had no intention of proposing physical intimacy to Lee Il-seo first again.

Whether out of pride or strategy, Sa Seung-yeon had decided to make Lee Il-seo come to him. Quietly, steadily, he planted uncertainty in the boy’s heart and waited for the cracks to show. 

Sa Seung-yeon grasped the doorknob and spoke lightly.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Get home safely.”

Just before leaving the room, he thought Lee Il-seo would try to hold him back using practice as an excuse, but Lee Il-seo just stood blankly, silently watching him.

Sa Seung-yeon closed the worn-out entrance door without hesitation, smiling with crinkled eyes. Once outside, he dropped the smile, took out a cigarette, and let his mask dangle from one ear.. He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

‘He’s really something else.’

With a chuckle and an exhale of smoke, he called Gu Dong-yeong. Having been stimulated enough to release pheromones, it was impossible to go home like this. If he didn’t release somewhere, he would surely get erect again while filming the bed scene tomorrow.

The call connected before the second ring tone. Hearing the noisy clamor through the receiver, Sa Seung-yeon frowned and moved the phone slightly away from his ear. Gu Dong-yeong rustled about for a while, apparently finding a quiet place, and only after everything became silent did he speak.

[Hey! Sa Seung! You’ve been ignoring all calls saying you’re filming a drama.]

“I found some free time today.”

[Want to come? The place is good right now. Hey, Lee Jung-hyo is here, exactly your type.]

“Never mind that.”

Sa Seung-yeon took a long drag on his cigarette, exhaling slowly.

“I’d prefer a Beta male.”

Silence enveloped the other end of the line for a moment. After considering whether Sa Seung-yeon was serious, Gu Dong-yeong broke the silence with a loud shriek.

[What did you say, you crazy bastard?]

Even Sa Seung-yeon himself hadn’t thought the day would come when he’d request a man from Gu Dong-yeong. Gu Dong-yeong seemed quite shocked, broke into breathless laughter, as if the idea of Sa Seung-yeon, who rejected even the most beautiful admirers, suddenly requesting a man was the punchline of a cosmic joke.

Flicking off his cigarette ash, Sa Seung-yeon spat under the telephone pole. Gu Dong-yeong said he would check around, and shortly after, mentioned that there was an Omega male model currently at the bar. Finally, Sa Seung-yeon let out a long sigh.

“I don’t want an Omega. You know I don’t sleep with Omegas.”

[Hey, you shouldn’t dismiss him just because he’s an Omega. You have to see him in person…]

As Gu Dong-yeong’s voice continued, someone gently tapped near Sa Seung-yeon’s forearm. Reflexively turning his head, Sa Seung-yeon’s eyes widened. In front of him stood Lee Il-seo, wearing a hooded zip-up, looking somewhat awkward. Sa Seung-yeon covered the bottom of his phone with his palm and raised his eyebrows as if to ask what was wrong.

“You left this behind.”

Lee Il-seo handed over Sa Seung-yeon’s hat. His voice had become very small, apparently conscious that Sa Seung-yeon was on a call.

“Ah, thanks.”

Sa Seung-yeon took the hat, immediately pressed it down deeply on his head, and casually gestured a goodbye to Lee Il-seo. Lee Il-seo bowed his head and slowly walked away, dragging his slippers.

Sa Seung-yeon puffed on his cigarette and focused again on Gu Dong-yeong’s voice. Hearing that a Beta male would arrive at the bar soon, Sa Seung-yeon slowly nodded.

“Alright, I’m a bit far from home anyway. Yeah, I’ll come now.”

After hanging up, he dropped the shortened cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his sneaker. Then, from a distance, he heard regular tapping sounds of something hitting the ground. Sa Seung-yeon raised his head toward the sound. Under the brim of his hat, he saw familiar black slippers. Precariously clinging to the feet as if about to fall off from running urgently from a distance, those were definitely Lee Il-seo’s slippers that had been in the entrance.

“Huh, ugh.”

Having rushed across the alley in a hurry for some reason, Lee Il-seo panted heavily with his hands on his knees. Sa Seung-yeon stood askew, looking down at Lee Il-seo. Had he forgotten something else? While having this idle thought, Lee Il-seo suddenly raised his head and asked.

“Um… Sunbae. Do you perhaps need practice?”

Sa Seung-yeon frowned. What was he suddenly talking about? As he just stared at the mumbling Lee Il-seo, Lee Il-seo carefully pointed at Sa Seung-yeon’s phone.

“The phone call. I’m sorry for eavesdropping.”

Sensing Sa Seung-yeon’s expression, Lee Il-seo immediately bowed and apologized. Belatedly understanding Lee Il-seo’s words, Sa Seung-yeon’s furrowed brow gradually relaxed. It seemed that Lee Il-seo, who had come to return the hat, had overheard his phone conversation with Gu Dong-yeong. Slowly contemplating what he had said, Sa Seung-yeon slightly raised one eyebrow.

“Ah, instead of practice…”

Slightly tilting his head, Sa Seung-yeon continued in a calm voice.

“I just want to have sex right now.”

A bright smile spread across his smooth face, deep enough to form dimples. It was Sa Seung-yeon’s characteristic expression when he wanted something. Usually, when he smiled like this, the other person would often comply with his wishes, even if the request was irrational.

Sure enough, Lee Il-seo, staring at that face with its unreadable smile, unconsciously took a step forward.

“Me too.”

“…”

“I want to as well.”

As Sa Seung-yeon delayed his response, slowly closing and opening his eyes, the anxiety he had planted in Lee Il-seo’s heart began to grow.

Lee Il-seo had hurried down the stairs to deliver the hat. Fearing Sa Seung-yeon might have left, he had run down two or three steps at a time, and fortunately spotted him smoking a cigarette. Just as he approached, feeling glad, that distinctive soft and gentle voice had pierced his ears.

He said he doesn’t sleep with Omegas, but he had been looking for a Beta male and was about to walk to his car. From that moment, Lee Il-seo’s heart had started pounding uncontrollably. Just imagining Sa Seung-yeon embracing someone else with the same excited face he had just shown him made Lee Il-seo feel nauseatingly anxious. Without realizing it, he had stopped Sa Seung-yeon.

He was going to say that if he was insufficient as a practice partner, he would do his best to match him, but Sa Seung-yeon said he needed sex, not practice. Lee Il-seo’s heart dropped again. He hadn’t even properly satisfied him during practice, ending things awkwardly.

If Sa Seung-yeon wanted sex rather than practice, he would naturally want to do it with someone physically appealing. Even while clearly knowing that holding Sa Seung-yeon back was presumptuous, strangely, Lee Il-seo didn’t want to give up. If he let Sa Seung-yeon leave now, he felt he would have to fight a dejected mood all night.

“If you’re okay with it… Would you like to do it with me?”

All he could do was cling, and because that was all he could do, the desperation grew even worse. He never imagined he’d feel such a strong impulse or find the courage to act on it. If only Sa Seung-yeon wouldn’t share his body with someone else tonight. Just that one thing would be enough.

Facing Lee Il-seo’s anxious expression, Sa Seung-yeon exhaled briefly.

“You mean you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not talking about doing some boring practice like last time. I want sex right now.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Sa Seung-yeon laughed silently at the immediate response.

“What do you understand?”

Whoosh, as Sa Seung-yeon moved closer and his scent intensified, the tip of his long, straight finger lightly touched under Lee Il-seo’s small chin. His gaze was like that of someone coaxing a child.

“Pardon?”

“I don’t intend to be considerate of your situation like last time.”

With hands in his pockets, Sa Seung-yeon was still smiling, but his gaze had become strangely sharp.

Right now, Sa Seung-yeon just wanted to release his sexual desire, without wanting to consider the other’s feelings, emotions, or social relationships. Not understanding what kind of den he was trying to jump into, Lee Il-seo just stared up at him with a rabbit-like face.

After maintaining eye contact for a while, Lee Il-seo nodded with his characteristic dry expression.

“I don’t mind.”

At that simple answer, Sa Seung-yeon’s resolve wavered unexpectedly. He had momentarily forgotten, blinded by that innocent expression, that the person standing before him was Lee Il-seo. Who had he been worrying about? A quiet sneer fell from above his crown.

Lee Il-seo didn’t fully understand Sa Seung-yeon’s laugh, but he read a nuance of permission in that smile that raised one corner of his mouth crookedly.

“Lead the way.”

Sa Seung-yeon gestured with his head toward Lee Il-seo’s place.