The sensation of teeth scraping against his n*pple sent shivers through him. Even when Soo-hyun pushed at his shoulders, Ho-beom clung tenaciously, sucking hard on his chest. Soo-hyun let out a moan, feeling a tingling sensation in his stomach.

His eyes kept darting toward the door, worried about the sound. He bit his lip to stay quiet, but Ho-beom stood up, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him deeper inside.

Opening a glass sliding door, they entered a room with a single-person sofa, a stool, and a display case for watches. But that wasn’t their destination.

When Ho-beom pushed aside a wardrobe, another door appeared. What’s this? The word “safe” briefly flashed through Soo-hyun’s mind.

They went inside, and when Ho-beom flipped the switch, the dark space brightened. Soo-hyun’s eyes widened at the unfamiliar sight. An entire room filled with photographs—on the walls, on the floor. Most were black and white, with many portrait shots of people’s faces.

As soon as the door closed, Ho-beom crossed his arms and removed his shirt in one swift motion. His tightly expanded muscles rippled and moved. Coming closer, he grabbed Soo-hyun’s chin and sucked deeply on his lips before letting go.

“It’s quiet here, so we’re good, right?”

Despite his seemingly indifferent appearance, Ho-beom had a sensitive side. Like now. With a hint of a smile, he devoured Soo-hyun’s lips again. Soo-hyun reached down, pulled down Ho-beom’s pants, and took out his c*ck from his underwear. Already hard and er*ect, he stroked it up and down while whispering:

“Was this the gift?”

When he asked this question while firmly gripping the shaft, Ho-beom’s thick, smooth eyebrows contorted beautifully. Ho-beom pushed his middle and ring fingers between Soo-hyun’s lips and stirred inside. Soo-hyun sucked on them, rolling his tongue just like when he sucked c*ck, and desire spread thickly in Ho-beom’s eyes.

He soon pushed Soo-hyun against the wall, turned him around, and pulled down his pants. Then he pressed the fingers that had just been in Soo-hyun’s mouth against his hole and rubbed.

Standing pressed against the wall, Soo-hyun looked back.

“Will you loosen me up?”

Ho-beom bit Soo-hyun’s earlobe with his front teeth. When Soo-hyun winced, Ho-beom licked that spot, eventually pushing his tongue into his ear canal. Soo-hyun closed his eyes. The saliva-coated middle and ring fingers rubbed against his wrinkled entrance before applying pressure to spread it open and enter. With his forehead against the wall, trying to suppress his moans, Ho-beom whispered in his ear.

“This room is soundproof.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he twisted his wrist, using his fingers to stir inside. It felt like electricity running up from his toes. Soo-hyun turned his head back with his mouth open.

“Hey, you, ah, why are you so, skilled at this?”

“You complained when I was rough, and now this? Relax. Your hole will tear.”

The squelching sounds of his fingers probing inside could be heard. Then he curled his fingers and scraped down the inner wall. As Soo-hyun trembled and whimpered, Ho-beom rubbed his lips against his nape and ear.

“Feel good?”

The whispered voice sounded sultry. Meanwhile, his other hand reached forward to stroke Soo-hyun’s c*ck. He spread the prec*m that had started leaking onto his fingertips, then rubbed and pressed the gl*ns with his thumb. Feeling the sensations from both front and back, Soo-hyun unconsciously lifted his hips and moaned.

“F*ck. Look at you shaking your as$ so shamelessly.”

“You bastard, you’re the one… with your fingers inside… stop… ugh…!”

The fingers slipped out. Then something incomparably larger slapped against his b*ttocks. Soo-hyun wanted him to hurry up and put it in, but Ho-beom didn’t insert it easily, just rubbing his c*ck against his as$.

Burning with impatience, Soo-hyun had no choice but to look back. What was he doing? Ho-beom was looking down, apparently admiring the view.

“What… are you doing?”

When Soo-hyun asked, Ho-beom replied with a casual expression.

“A song suddenly came to mind.”

“Wh-what song?”

“‘Monkey’s bottom is red.’ You know, that children’s song. Was the next line about apples being red?”

What nonsense is he talking about? Soo-hyun’s body was burning up, but the guy wouldn’t put it in, making him increasingly desperate. He reached back, grabbed Ho-beom’s c*ck, and pressed it against his as$. He tried to insert it into his hole, but Ho-beom remained motionless. Soo-hyun frowned with impatience.

“Are you not going to do it?”

“Say ‘Please put it in, master.’ Try it.”

Soo-hyun gave him an incredulous look.

“Director Yang. I didn’t know you had such perverted tastes.”

“I didn’t, but I just developed one. Try it.”

Soo-hyun glared at Ho-beom’s c*ck in his hand. Damn. No matter what, he couldn’t bring himself to say that to someone four years younger. Without hesitation, he flatly refused and let go of the c*ck.

“Fine. I won’t do it. You bastard.”

He grabbed the doorknob to leave, but Ho-beom didn’t budge.

After hesitating, Soo-hyun cursed, turned around, and faced Ho-beom. The guy smiled mischievously. That punk. Judging by his expression, he really wouldn’t do it otherwise. Having no choice, Soo-hyun gritted his teeth, turned back to the wall, and forced himself to say, “Pleeeease, maaaaster.”

A soft laugh came from behind him. Ah, how humiliating. But before he could dwell on the shame, Ho-beom grabbed his as$, spread it apart, and pressed his c*ck against the hole. Soo-hyun’s fingers against the wall curled involuntarily.

Slowly, ah, slowly. He reached back to grab Ho-beom’s thigh, but the half-inserted c*ck suddenly thrust all the way in with a thud.

“Ugh!”

The impact felt like it pierced through his stomach, and when he nearly collapsed, Ho-beom slipped his arms under his armpits to firmly support his upper body. Then he grabbed Soo-hyun’s c*ck with his other hand and began moving his hips.

“Wait, wait a moment,”

“Why? Huff, your master put it in for you.”

“No, no. Too hard,”

Thud, thud, thud, the intensity suddenly increased.

“Hard? Hm? Harder?”

Soo-hyun shook his head with his mouth open.

“F-f*ck, that’s not, what I meant, ugh!”

He clawed at Ho-beom’s thighs with his hands. That damn muscle mass didn’t even flinch when stabbed with fingernails. He’d been suspicious from the moment Ho-beom started loosening him up. With his body restrained and being pounded mindlessly, he felt an org*sm approaching. As his lower abdomen tensed and his thighs contracted in preparation to ej*culate, Ho-beom pressed his thumb against the gl*ns, blocking it.

“Huff, not yet.”

Soo-hyun reached out to remove his hand.

“I’m going to, cum, hey! Please! Aah!”

At this point, he didn’t care if anyone outside heard them. Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, lightning flashed in his mind and his vision blurred.

Wanting to cum but unable to, his legs trembled. Trying to shake off Ho-beom’s hand was useless. With tears in his eyes, he looked back, and Ho-beom licked his cheeks and the corners of his eyes with his tongue.

Cry more. When I see you cry, f*ck, it annoys me, but turns me on so much.

“You, aah!”

The speed of his hip movements increased further. The c*ck pressing against his prostate felt like a hammer striking every erogenous zone in his body.

His vision grew distant, and his mind turned blank. With the back of his head resting on Ho-beom’s shoulder, Soo-hyun couldn’t even close his mouth and just trembled.

At that moment, Ho-beom ej*culated deep inside him and released his grip on Soo-hyun’s c*ck. 

Splat, splat, s*men splashed onto the floor. It felt like all the blood was draining from his body. Soo-hyun convulsed a few times before going completely limp. Hanging from Ho-beom’s arms like wet laundry, he looked ridiculous.

Exhausted, he muttered curses while Ho-beom rubbed his lips and cheeks against his nape. When Soo-hyun swung his arms telling him to let go, the c*ck that had been filling his hole slipped out.

Even when he tried to tighten his gaping hole, it still felt empty. Is it ruined? As he tried to reach back and touch it, Ho-beom turned him around and pressed their lips together, sucking deeply. 

After acting like he would never kiss him, now he seemed to have developed a taste for it. Their lips separated with a smack, and Soo-hyun glared at Ho-beom.

“Happy now? Getting called ‘master’ by someone older than you?”

Ho-beom chuckled, and just as Soo-hyun was about to say something, s*men flowed out from inside him, running down his thighs. Sighing, he felt Ho-beom release his hold.

“Stay here. I’ll bring something to clean up.”

He pulled up his pants and left. On his back, a dragon tattoo seemed to writhe and move.

Left alone, Soo-hyun rubbed his aching waist while looking around the room. Upon closer inspection, he noticed names written on the frames containing the photographs. Yang Seung-taek…? The name seemed familiar—it was the same one he’d seen at Ho-beom’s officetel before. A relative perhaps?

While examining his surroundings, Soo-hyun discovered a camera in a display case between the frames. He opened the glass, took out the camera, and examined it. The lens was cracked, and though faint, there were brownish stains on the strap. This looks like blood…

As he was looking at it closely, he pressed a button on the back, and the cover opened. It was a film camera, rarely seen these days. This didn’t seem like something Ho-beom would use. Suddenly, the camera was snatched from his hands. Ho-beom had returned without him noticing. He put the camera back in its place and handed Soo-hyun a moistened towel and a robe.

“Clean yourself.”

While taking the towel, Soo-hyun pointed at the camera.

“Whose is that?”

Ho-beom replied matter-of-factly.

“My father’s.”

That was unexpected. Soo-hyun couldn’t imagine Ho-beom’s father having such a hobby.

“Where is he? Abroad?”

“Both my parents passed away. When I was five.”

Soo-hyun closed his mouth, taken aback. He regretted asking. No one had ever mentioned it, and he had naturally assumed Ho-beom’s parents were alive. With an apologetic expression, he hesitated over what to say, but Ho-beom calmly fixed Soo-hyun’s disheveled hair.

“Go wash up. It’ll take quite some time to get there.”

He himself seemed unbothered by it. After Ho-beom left, Soo-hyun turned his gaze to the photographs. So these were his father’s final works. The thought that Ho-beom’s father might be watching his son have s*x here as a ghost made him feel strangely guilty.

So he muttered to the empty air:

“I’m sorry… But as you saw, your son came onto me aggressively. I didn’t deliberately seduce him.”