TBM Vol 2 Part 8

Standing in front of the luxurious auburn-finished front door, Il-seo exhaled a small breath before pressing the intercom. Shortly after, the door opened automatically. As he entered the house, Seung-yeon was poking his head out from the far end of the corridor. Though it was the same face he had just seen at the filming location, he was happy to see him again after just a few hours.

“You had washed up.”

“Ah, yes.”

Il-seo answered, slightly shrinking as he saw Seung-yeon’s gaze fall on his still-damp hair. Though it was just casual small talk, he felt unnecessarily embarrassed, perhaps because he had been immersed in unsavory thoughts while washing.

As he rubbed his reddening eyes and avoided eye contact, a sound like deflating air came from beside him. Though he quickly raised his head to check, Seung-yeon’s expression was no different from usual.

“Do you drink wine?”

“Yes.”

“Dry?”

“I don’t know much about wine. I don’t have preferences.”

Seung-yeon took a sweet ice wine from the cellar and walked to the sofa first. Il-seo, who had been standing blankly, only came to sit beside him after Seung-yeon sat down. Il-seo’s gaze fell on the food and alcohol placed on the coffee table.

“I heard you telling your manager you were hungry earlier.”

On the coffee table were crackers and bite-sized cheese beautifully arranged on a wooden plate. Thinking that Seung-yeon had prepared the food for him, his heart raced quickly before he could stop it. He struggled to resist the urge to take a photo with his phone.

Seung-yeon used an opener to uncork the wine and poured an appropriate amount into two glasses. Without clinking glasses, Seung-yeon immediately wet his throat with the wine, and Il-seo also took a sip before picking up a cube of cheese from the tray. It was pleasantly salty and savory, making his mouth water right away.

Having promised to mix bodies and then visited his home, Il-seo was unsure what to say first and was watching Seung-yeon carefully. But the wine was delicious, and the atmosphere was cozy, so he gradually felt more comfortable.

While quietly sipping wine, Seung-yeon reached out and picked up the remote control, and the previously dark TV screen lit up. It seemed he had just temporarily turned it off.

“This is one of the better movies among the reference videos I looked up before.”

It was a famous film dealing with the love between an alpha male and an omega male, which Il-seo was well aware of. It was known for its provocative bed scenes, enough to spark social debate on whether it was art or obscenity. Without taking his eyes off the screen, Il-seo asked Seung-yeon a question.

“What did you think?”

“As I said, watching didn’t resolve my curiosity.”

“Hmm… What are you curious about?”

Seung-yeon turned his head and raised one eyebrow as he asked.

“Why, will Lee Il-seo answer for me?”

As he smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up beautifully, almost as if mocking someone. Surprised by the enchanting face, Il-seo blinked a bit late as he answered.

“If I can.”

Having come to help, he was prepared to do his best to answer any questions Seung-yeon might have. Facing his solemn expression, Seung-yeon chuckled, speared a piece of cheese with his fork, and slowly chewed and swallowed it.

He didn’t answer immediately after eating the cheese but brushed back his fallen hair and moistened his throat with the wine in his glass. Somehow, it seemed like he was deliberately stalling.

Seung-yeon placed the half-filled red wine glass on the table. The distance had subtly narrowed, and Seung-yeon’s toe lightly touched Il-seo’s outstretched foot. It might have been meaningless or an accidental touch, but Il-seo felt his chest tighten.

Turning his head to meet his eyes, Seung-yeon asked.

“Is it possible for Beta men to feel it only internally?”

Seung-yeon didn’t shift his straightforward gaze. The pitch-black eyes felt like they were constricting his entire body. Barely swallowing his dry saliva, Il-seo slowly nodded.

He didn’t know what alpha-omega intercourse was like, so it was difficult to explain in comparison, but a beta male could certainly feel pleasure through physical stimulation alone.

Hearing the silent answer, Seung-yeon briefly furrowed his brow and then nodded. His expression, trying to understand something, was strangely cool.

Seung-yeon poured wine into his glass and tilted his head back to gulp it down. After several swallows, the wine was gone. It was clearly faster than before. Without pausing, he poured more wine into the empty glass.

Thinking he was drinking too quickly, Il-seo also tilted his glass toward the wine bottle Seung-yeon was holding.

“Let’s… drink together.”

Seung-yeon let out a faint laugh, as if drained of energy. Looking around, he noticed Il-seo’s glass was also empty. As Seung-yeon poured wine for Il-seo, he said.

“It has a high alcohol content, so drink moderately. Once is enough for cleaning up after someone.”

The glass that had been tilted toward Seung-yeon wavered slightly. Looking at Seung-yeon’s mischievous remark, Seung-yeon first lightly extended the rim of his glass, and Il-seo also gathered the courage to clink it. There was a clear, crisp sound as the glasses met. It was their proper first toast.

What began as drinking wine out of a sense of obligation soon turned into the second bottle, and as Seung-yeon had warned about its high alcohol content, a warm tipsiness rose from the navel up. The appropriate level of intoxication pushed away tension and awkwardness. They turned off the movie they had been watching and began talking while playing one of Seung-yeon’s works.

Putting down his glass, Il-seo opened his eyes wide while looking at the screen.

“This is a scene I really love.”

Seung-yeon’s gaze also turned toward the screen. It was one of the spy films he had shot during his supporting actor days. It was a cold scene where, witnessing an old friend’s betrayal and standing at a crossroads of choice, he disposes of the friend without hesitation. Il-seo, hugging his knees, spoke softly.

“This work doesn’t drag out the developments, which actually leaves a deeper impression.”

“I think I enjoyed filming it too. There was less pressure because I had nothing to lose.”

Occasionally when a notable scene appeared, they would pause briefly to discuss acting tips or direction. Each time the screen flashed, white light washed over Il-seo’s face, and Seung-yeon found himself checking Il-seo’s reactions before looking at the screen.

Even while meticulously describing the good parts in front of the person who had acted them, Il-seo’s characteristically dry face that rarely revealed emotions showed no sign of embarrassment. Somehow, the alcohol went down a bit easier than usual with his straightforward voice filled with sincerity.

As the ending credits rolled, the living room darkened again. Two bottles of high-proof wine were empty, and the snacks were almost gone. Seung-yeon, who got up from the sofa first, lightly turned his neck, making a bone-cracking sound. He grabbed the arm of Il-seo, who was reaching out to clear the glasses and dishes, and tilted his head toward the master bedroom.

“Leave it, go to the bed.”

“…”

“I’ll wash up and join you.”

With a tone as casual as suggesting a smoke, Seung-yeon left these words and headed to the bedroom first, dragging his slippers.

For a moment, reality suddenly poured in, enough to make Il-seo doubt his ears. As the alcohol’s effect faded, he felt as if he had been dropped into the quiet living room. Blinking, Il-seo ran to the guest bathroom and brushed his teeth quickly. Standing in front of the mirror, he stared blankly at his earlobes, flushed red like wine, and then slapped his cheek once.

The stinging pain made him realize this wasn’t a dream.

***

Seung-yeon was wearing a long robe-type navy gown. The moment he walked closer to the bed, Il-seo’s body stiffened again. Through the open gap of the robe, his collarbone and split chest were briefly visible. Although Il-seo had seen his body several times before, he had never grown accustomed to it.

“Afternoon filming, huh. It’s nice to have some leisure time for once.”

Unlike Il-seo, who was so tense that even exhaling felt concerning, Seung-yeon added a laugh to his casual voice as he moved, taking off his gown and hanging it on the sofa.

The firm shoulders and the thickly falling contour of his body displayed an intimidating presence, undefeated by the backlit illumination. As his aroused body was revealed, the vague sensuality that had lingered on his face disappeared, and the alpha’s wild feeling immediately emanated strongly. With an inexplicable pressure, white fingers tightly gripped the blanket.

“It feels just like filming a bed scene.”

“Indeed.”

While nodding unconditionally at Seung-yeon’s words, Il-seo urgently pressed his crotch with his hand under the blanket. Without having done anything, his lower part had already begun to swell firmly.

It was nothing like a bed scene. This was not a set but Seung-yeon’s private space, and it was quiet around the bed with no one else. The mere fact of being alone together in a time and space shared only by the two of them caused a dull heat to pool in his lower abdomen.

Seung-yeon came onto the bed wearing only black drawers. As the mattress tilted, receiving his weight, Il-seo’s body shifted slightly to one side, but the firm mattress quickly found its balance. Seung-yeon leaned his back against the bed head and turned only his head to look at Il-seo.

“One final check.”

“Yes.”

“If you feel even slightly forced, tell me now.”

“I don’t.”

As if that answer wasn’t sufficient, Seung-yeon kept staring at Il-seo’s lips with half-lowered eyes. Il-seo perceptively found the answer he needed to provide.

“I want this too.”

Only then did the beautiful mouth draw an arc. Facing the dimples that formed concavely under the soft lighting, his lower part, which had just calmed down, began to strengthen again. Seung-yeon pulled back the blanket and lowered his hand toward Il-seo’s pants buckle. At the sudden skinship, Il-seo took a small breath.

“Whether the partner is a man or a woman, I never sleep with Omegas.”

“Ah, I’ll take it off…”

“What if a child is conceived?”

Wrinkling the bridge of his nose, Seung-yeon muttered lowly, “Absolutely revolting.”

Seung-yeon lightly brushed away Il-seo’s hands hovering near the zipper. His hand fell onto the sheet, and as if someone were holding it, he couldn’t raise it again.

The large hand fully lowered the half-down zipper and pulled down the pants. He hadn’t noticed how cool the bedroom air was until now, but it felt a bit cold as it touched his exposed thighs.

Seung-yeon tilted his head down obliquely. As Il-seo closed his eyes in rhythm with his approaching speed, Seung-yeon’s mouth touched his neck. After inhaling, Seung-yeon spoke with his lips lightly pressed against the skin.

“I’m glad you’re a Beta.”

As the hot breath scattered, goosebumps formed around his neck. Simultaneously, a large hand gently covered the thin underwear. Il-seo’s breath, which he had forgotten to exhale, finally burst out rapidly.

“…”

Seung-yeon, lifting his lips from the nape, stared fixedly at Il-seo’s lower part where the bulging contour was formed. Though it was a male lower part similar to his own, Seung-yeon didn’t take his eyes off it. Finally, unable to bear the direct gaze, Il-seo roughly covered his lower part with his hand.

“Why do you keep looking…”

“What have you done to be already standing?”

“…”

“You look quite big for your slender build.”

Though the content seemed mocking, due to the direct gaze without any hint of laughter, it felt more like a pure evaluation. The hand that tapped Il-seo’s heated cheek smoothly stroked his slender neck. As he shrank his shoulders feeling ticklish, suddenly the large hand deeply entered his underwear.

When the large hand unexpectedly pushed into the underwear, which already felt tight due to the erected member, the underwear was pulled, making even his buttocks feel constricted.

“Ah…”

A defenseless moan flowed like a partially closed faucet. His hand gently stroked the light body hair before firmly grasping the shaft.

Il-seo’s waist reflexively trembled, and a pained sound escaped through his hastily bitten lips. The palm of his hand was not only large in size but also high in temperature.

“Nngh.”

Instinctively raising his hand to firmly grip Seung-yeon’s forearm, Seung-yeon’s lips slightly curved. He lowered the hand that had been stroking the neck muscle to hold Il-seo’s hand and brought it toward his own crotch. The slender fingers curled up as if frightened on top of the drawers. There were already taut wrinkles on the left side of the underwear, and just from the contour and shadow draped below the member, the presence of the heavy thing was vividly felt.

‘It’s big…’

Having been intimate with only one partner before, it might be a hasty generalization, but he wondered about the biological curiosity of whether alphas, especially dominant ones, had larger sizes. Seung-yeon tapped Il-seo’s cheek as he stared intensely at the crotch with a concentrated face.

“Close your mouth. You need to touch it.”

“Ah. Yes.”

As he quickly closed his lips and extended his fingers, a low laughing sound was heard from above his head. Il-seo obediently pulled down the underwear, put his hand inside, and took out the erect member.

It swayed up and down due to its weight, so firmly erect that it made a “thud” sound. He grasped the genitals with both hands and moved them slightly as if pulling towards the body.

“Urgh.”

Seung-yeon moaned briefly. He had felt continuously overwhelmed by Seung-yeon’s direct words, but as soon as he touched his genitals, Seung-yeon’s breathing also became disordered. Il-seo looked at the genitals while moving his hands as Seung-yeon had done.

“…”

Seung-yeon had said he didn’t understand how one could be aroused by a man’s body. Il-seo worried that he might not be able to get excited, making the relationship impossible. That would have been counterproductive for Seung-yeon, who was struggling with bed scenes.

But Seung-yeon was firmly erect, concerns proving unnecessary. And this was while facing him, a beta male.

Feeling both curious and strange, Il-seo bit the tender flesh inside his lip. He moved his hand more actively.