TBM Vol 3 Part 2

The moment he felt the red tongue lapping up the semen between his fingers, Lee Il-seo’s eyes flew open in shock.

“Why…! What are you doing, don’t eat it, ugh, ungh!”

Sa Seung-yeon’s eyes were half-lidded as he continued his relentless thrusting, licking and sucking Lee Il-seo’s trembling fingers with unbothered hunger. The contrast was maddening—the softness of his tongue teasing between Lee Il-seo’s digits while the hardness inside him pounded without restraint. It was almost cruel, the way pleasure flickered between gentle and violent. And just like that, a fire ignited in Lee Il-seo’s eyes.

“Hu, ngh! Huhk, heung…! Ungh!”

Tears spilled as his body shook from overstimulation. Only then did Sa Seung-yeon release his hand—and with a final, deep thrust, buried himself completely inside.

“Heuk, ugh.”

 Sa Seung-yeon tilted his head back and groaned shortly, and Lee Il-seo could feel the cock that filled his inner walls twitch and release something warm.

“Ha, ah…”

“Huuh, uh…”

Their ragged breathing filled the living room. As Sa Seung-yeon licked his lips—still tasting of sweat and salt—he slowly withdrew. Whitish liquid began to drip from the abused entrance.

Looking at Lee Il-seo, who was still sprawled out and trembling intermittently,  Sa Seung-yeon spread the buttock flesh with his fingers and intently observed the hole that was expelling semen.

It reminded him of juice dripping from a cracked fruit. Pressing down on Lee Il-seo’s lower abdomen, he watched the liquid gush out like it had been waiting. His dark eyes shimmered with quiet fascination. Stripping off his short-sleeved T-shirt, he tossed it aside.

“Pull yourself together and get up.”

As soon as Lee Il-seo staggered to his feet, perhaps concerned about wetting the sofa, Sa Seung-yeon removed Lee Il-seo’s hoodie and his thin t-shirt as well. As he placed Lee Il-seo’s legs, now completely naked, over his shoulders, Lee Il-seo hiccupped and looked up at Sa Seung-yeon.

“Hic, what are you doing?”

“We’re not finished yet.”

“What…?”

His red eyes, swollen with tears, trembled as they moved toward Sa Seung-yeon’s cock. The thick cock, covered with expelled semen, was still firmly erect, making it hard to believe he had just ejaculated.

***

“…!”

Lee Il-seo jolted awake, sucking in a shaky breath. Blinking in confusion, it took him a moment to register where he was. A low voice whispered near his ear.

“Were you really asleep?”

“…”

“I thought you were just pretending to avoid another round.”

Sa Seung-yeon sat on the sofa, flipping through a script, lips curled into a knowing smirk. Lee Il-seo sat up slowly. His body was sticky, slick with sweat and other fluids, but what struck him most was the dampness at his nape.

When he touched his neck, it was covered with sticky fluid. However, since it didn’t hurt when touched, Sa Seung-yeon had been careful not to leave marks on his neck. After wiping away the abundant fluid with tissues placed nearby, Lee Il-seo staggered to his feet, and  Sa Seung-yeon put down his script and shifted his gaze.

“Need help?”

Lee Il-seo shook his head. He’d already passed in and out of sleep multiple times between the living room and bedroom. By the time everything had ended, he hadn’t even noticed Sa Seung-yeon’s final climax. Now, freshly bathed and dressed in loungewear, Sa Seung-yeon seemed wholly unaffected. Meanwhile, Lee Il-seo, still naked, covered himself with one hand.

“I’m fine.”

Despite his words, his voice was deeply hoarse, and his legs were trembling, but Lee Il-seo tried to walk calmly.

Walking to the guest bathroom, he picked up his scattered clothes one by one. While thoroughly washing his entire body with warm water, he also carefully removed all traces left by Sa Seung-yeon. The cloudy liquid flowing down the drain was evidence of Sa Seung-yeon’s excitement for him, which made him feel a bit regretful to wash away, but he couldn’t risk having stomach pains during tomorrow’s filming. He knew he’d be scolded by Sa Seung-yeon if he showed signs of discomfort.

After blow-drying his hair and smoothing down his flushed features, there was no sign of their night left—except in his eyes.

Lee Il-seo let out a small sigh, composed his expression as if nothing had happened, and left the bathroom. Sa Seung-yeon approached and handed him his black bag, speaking in a gentle voice.

“I called a taxi. 9286.”

“Thank you.”

This time, he couldn’t refuse. With filming keeping him from part-time work, his savings were wearing thin. Every little bit helped.

At the door, he bent to put on his sneakers, but his knees buckled. Sa Seung-yeon reached out swiftly, catching him by the arm. He chuckled.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?”

It was disconcerting how gentle his voice was, hard to believe it belonged to the person who had left him in this state, but Lee Il-seo firmly nodded, trying to steady himself.

“No, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

Lee Il-seo gave a small nod, then turned and stepped into the cold corridor. The air outside bit at his skin—a harsh contrast to the warmth inside—but it only made him realize his cheeks were still burning.

As he walked out to the apartment entrance, feeling the cool breeze, the taxi Sa Seung-yeon had mentioned arrived shortly. Lee Il-seo sat in the back seat and slowly closed his eyes. The sense of reality, which hadn’t returned even in the cold wind, gradually came back along with the dull pain rising from his waist and hips.

He stared blankly out the window, emotions slowly catching up to his body.

Today, he had become Sa Seung-yeon’s partner. Though he had lied, pretending to be familiar with such spontaneous relationships, looking at the result, it was the right choice. Sa Seung-yeon’s misunderstanding that he was promiscuous probably allowed him to propose the partnership without a burden.

Lee Il-seo hadn’t expected love. He just didn’t want Sa Seung-yeon to leave his studio apartment. He hadn’t thought twice before agreeing to the partnership.

Now that they were physically close, he should’ve been happy. And part of him, just thinking about Sa Seung-yeon releasing inside him, made his heart race. But at the same time, he let out a weary sigh.

What exactly was this feeling?

His chest pounded—not with joy, but with something more complicated. Anxiety, maybe. Guilt. A dull ache in the center of his chest that had nothing to do with his muscles. He almost let himself analyze it, but stopped. He’d learned—painfully—that understanding himself too deeply only led to more suffering.

Unnecessary emotional drain and self-torment. That was probably what Seung-yeon meant when he said he didn’t do relationships.

But before long, Lee Il-seo’s lips curved up as if tired. He quickly lost the energy to smile as he recalled Sa Seung-yeon’s bright smile while handing him orange juice.

‘Yes… That’s enough.’

Sa Seung-yeon had remembered that he liked orange. It didn’t matter if Sa Seung-yeon misunderstood him as promiscuous or viewed him as merely a body for satisfying sexual urges without romantic emotions. Truly, that small kindness was more than enough to appease his heart.

Leaning his head against the car window, Lee Il-seo slowly closed his eyes. The corners of his mouth, which he had tried to raise, quickly returned to their original position.

***

“Hello.”

“Hey there.”

Choi Kyung-hyun greeted him with a smile, handing over an iced Americano. With dark circles shadowing his eyes, Lee Il-seo accepted the drink and gulped it down. On the way to set, he rubbed his stiff neck and glanced over the script. Choi Kyung-hyun yawned beside him.

As the filming entered its middle and later stages, both of them were reaching their physical limits. When Lee Il-seo sucked on the straw, a loud air sound came from the already empty drink. Choi Kyung-hyun laughed and shifted his gaze to the rearview mirror.

“I bought the large size. Did you finish it already?”

“Seems so.”

Looking at Lee Il-seo through the rearview mirror as he shook the empty cup with a dejected smile, Choi Kyung-hyun asked:

“The filming ended early yesterday. But it seems you still couldn’t sleep well?”

“Yes…”

“Eat the sandwich I bought. You can’t lose any more weight.”

Lee Il-seo didn’t have the appetite. But thinking about how Choi Kyung-hyun had gone out of his way to buy and pack the food, he peeled open the chicken sandwich. Choi Kyung-hyun encouraged Lee Il-seo, who seemed reluctant to eat but was trying anyway.

“Just hang in there a little longer, we’re almost done.”

“Yes, hyung.”

Lee Il-seo answered with his head bowed, pretending to look at the script. The moment Choi Kyung-hyun mentioned last night, guilt crept in like a tide. Even yesterday, when filming ended early, he used that as an excuse to stay much longer at Sa Seung-yeon’s place before returning, leaving no time to recover from fatigue.

It had already been two weeks since he agreed to be Sa Seung-yeon’s partner.

An average of twice a week. Their sexual appointments were usually set by message. Of course, those appointments were mainly made through Sa Seung-yeon sending one-sided text messages, and all Lee Il-seo did was reply with ‘Understood’ or ‘Yes’.

“Come by 11.”

“12 o’clock.”

“Since filming ends late, wait at a nearby cafe. It’s open 24 hours.”

“Until 1:30.”

“Right after finishing.”

“Shower at my place.”

“What should I get besides juice?”

“9 o’clock.”

“What do you want to eat?”

Lee Il-seo put down his script and read the text messages from Sa Seung-yeon. What started as abrupt messages stating only times gradually began to include casual conversation.

When Lee Il-seo first became Sa Seung-yeon’s partner, a hollow ache lingered beneath the surface—an emptiness he couldn’t quite name. Back then, the arrangement had felt cold, mechanical. But over time, something shifted. He’d grown used to the rhythm of it, the silence between them, the messages that once meant nothing now stirred a strange anticipation in him. Even if all he was ever granted was physical closeness, he still found himself waiting. Craving.

With an unreadable look, he lowered his phone and turned to the car window, letting the city lights blur against the glass like the thoughts clouding his mind.

The weather had grown much colder. The colorful leaves that had been hanging from trees were starting to fall with the wind, and it had become cold enough to require a padded jacket for dawn filming. Though Lee Il-seo was sensitive to cold and not in great condition due to accumulated fatigue, his habitual meetings with Sa Seung-yeon had become a small source of vitality for him.

“Hello.”

Arriving at the filming location, Lee Il-seo greeted the staff who had already arrived with repeated bows. Today’s filming was taking place by the Nakdong River in North Gyeongsang Province, rather than their usual main filming location.

It seemed the other actors hadn’t arrived yet. Wearing his padded jacket, Lee Il-seo sat in the waiting chair set up inside the tent, warming himself while reading the script.

About twenty minutes later, the distant hum of excitement reached his ears—a familiar shift in energy he recognized without needing to look. Sa Seung-yeon had arrived. His presence always altered the atmosphere, tilting the balance of the set with an ease only he could command.

Rising slowly to his feet, Lee Il-seo’s gaze settled on him. Even in a crowd, Sa Seung-yeon stood out—his profile sharp and commanding, a full head taller than the others, as if gravity itself made room for him.

Wearing a light padded jacket, he was chatting casually with the staff, holding a coffee cup. While Lee Il-seo was watching him, looking for the right moment to greet him, Sa Seung-yeon turned his head and their eyes unexpectedly met. Lee Il-seo bowed his head first in greeting, and Sa Seung-yeon smiled with his eyes and waved with his free hand.

‘A fake smile…’

He knew now. Sa Seung-yeon didn’t smile often. He only showed that face when dealing with people socially, and for a while, he had frequently shown Lee Il-seo that exact same social smile.

But perhaps because they had become somewhat familiar with each other, at night, he would speak much more directly and sharply with an expressionless face.

Knowing that only he saw that side of Sa Seung-yeon gave him ticklish feeling inside. After finishing his greeting, Lee Il-seo fanned his face, which was threatening to flush for no reason.

Just then, Choi Kyung-hyun approached and showed Lee Il-seo his phone.

“Lee Il-seo, look at this.”

“What is it?”

“They said a vast reed field stretched just a short distance from today’s filming site.”

“Wow…”

Lee Il-seo took Choi Kyung-hyun’s phone and eagerly scrolled through the photos. They were filled with images of endless reed fields stretching in all directions along small paths blooming with various wildflowers. One photo, in particular, stood out—a sunset framed by reeds, their stalks curved by the riverside wind. It was nothing short of breathtaking.

Even outside of his packed filming schedule these days, Lee Il-seo couldn’t recall ever witnessing such scenery with his own eyes. When he wasn’t working, he was juggling part-time jobs, and his days blurred into a routine of shuttling between the practice room, his home, and his grandmother’s hospital room.

‘Grandmother would enjoy this scenery too.’

Thinking of his grandmother confined to her stuffy hospital room, Lee Il-seo handed the phone back to Choi Kyung-hyun with a faint smile.

“It’s really beautiful. I’d like to see it in person.”

“Yeah. Should we stop by if we finish early?”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

“Oh, I think they’re starting. Better hurry.”

As someone called for a standby for Lee Il-seo’s scene, Choi Kyung-hyun gave his shoulder a reassuring pat.

“My actor, fighting!”

“Ah, hyung…”

“The pride of Ondo Entertainment, fighting!”

Since the incident with Bae Tak-soo, Choi Kyung-hyun had become obsessed with boosting Lee Il-seo’s morale and shouting loudly with deep breaths from his thick belly. Lee Il-seo pretended not to hear and walked away, noticing some actors glancing in their direction. Then an even louder voice came from behind.

“The actor everyone wants to work with, Lee Il-seo…”

“Fighting, fighting! I’m going now.”

Lee Il-seo finally clenched his fist and shouted fighting twice. Thanks to Choi Kyung-hyun, he was heated up enough not to feel cold. With a belated grin, Lee Il-seo quickly walked toward the set.