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“Ah, Hyung… Hyung…!”

Cha Joobin, flustered, propped up Gong Yoochan’s buttocks with all his might.

It was clear that Gong Yoochan hadn’t been this drunk when they left the department store, but now, he was so wasted that he had to be carried by Cha Joobin.

As soon as they got out of the car and into the elevator, Gong Yoochan was fussing about being kissed on the nape of his neck.

By the time they reached home, he was insistent on having his shoes removed.

Each time Cha Joobin tried to take off a shoe, Gong Yoochan would make a fuss, claiming it tickled, causing his large body to wobble dangerously.

If he made a mistake, they could both fall and get seriously hurt.

Considering he was an actor, it would be disastrous if he got injured.

Cha Joobin, bending awkwardly at the waist, carefully tended to Gong Yoochan.

On top of that, he kept thinking about the sensation of Gong Yoochan’s arousal rubbing against his back, which made his lower abdomen boil with discomfort.

It felt vividly like Gong Yoochan’s arousal was gradually becoming erect and pressing against his back, heightening Cha Joobin’s own sense of arousal.

As a result, they were both in a state where they couldn’t even manage their pheromones.

Cha Joobin, feeling Gong Yoochan’s pheromones flooding the entrance and his own pheromones reacting in kind, rubbed his forehead.

Once he finally got Gong Yoochan’s shoes off and carried him into the house, Cha Joobin first opened the bedroom door.

By then, Gong Yoochan seemed completely exhausted and slumped like a rag.

Yet he still elongated his words calling for Joobin and kept fiddling with the nape of his neck, causing an eerie chill to run down Cha Joobin’s spine.

“Ugh… I think I’m going to vomit…”

“Ah, seriously. Just wait a moment…!”

“Get your clothes off!”

Cha Joobin barely managed to hold back the urge to yell and placed Gong Yoochan on the bed.

With Gong Yoochan writhing in discomfort and groaning, Cha Joobin grabbed his thighs and held the waistband of his pants, but suddenly Gong Yoochan grasped Cha Joobin’s wrist tightly with a “no” and blushed furiously.

Cha Joobin, finding the situation absurd, laughed out loud. Gong Yoochan smiled sheepishly.

“Joobin is being explicit.”

Up until now, who had been rubbing his junk against his back?

Though slightly resentful, Cha Joobin wasn’t in the mood to complain to a drunk person, so he sighed and responded.

“No, Hyung, you need to take off your clothes. That’s the only way you can sleep or do whatever.”

“What are you going to do?”

Cha Joobin knew better than anyone that arguing would only make things worse.

Instead of responding, he proceeded to undress Gong Yoochan piece by piece.

“Raise your arms, raise your arms.”

“Yay!”

“No…!”

He told him to raise his arms, not to get up.

He didn’t remember Gong Yoochan being this bad when drunk.

“Wow, how did things end up like this?”

Cha Joobin shook his head in disbelief.

“Joobin, Joobin. I need to….”

Having removed his pants and t-shirt, Gong Yoochan was now making a fuss about taking off his underwear.

Whether it was due to his drunken state or inability to control his body, Gong Yoochan, who could only touch the waistband of his underwear, looked at Cha Joobin with half-open eyes.

Cha Joobin stiffened for a moment.

Taking off his underwear wasn’t a particularly difficult task.

It wasn’t like it was his first time, so why should it be hard now?

Nevertheless, the hesitation was likely because such things had become rare recently.

Cha Joobin licked his dry lips and looked at Gong Yoochan.

“What’s up?”

Gong Yoochan, smiling brightly and blinking his eyes innocently, looked at Cha Joobin as if to say, “What’s the problem?”

Clearly, there was nothing wrong with Gong Yoochan.

“Do you think I’m going to just take off your panties without any hesitation?”

The problem was with him.

At some point, he’d been overcome with lust, and his mind was filled with chaotic, movie-like scenarios involving him and Gong Yoochan.

There was no guarantee he’d remain passive upon seeing Gong Yoochan’s completely naked body.

What was he supposed to do with his desire right now…

Last time, he had excuses like being a cycling partner, and they had used that as a pretext to be close, but now they were neither cycling partners nor anything of the sort.

He couldn’t even dismiss it as drunken behavior since he hadn’t drunk any alcohol.

If Gong Yoochan, caught up in the moment, rebuked him after they got close, he would have nothing to say in his defense.

“Hmph…”

Cha Joobin let out a low sigh and scratched his brow, looking troubled.

He resented Gong Yoochan, who was fiddling with the band and demanding that his underwear be removed.

He glanced down.

Seeing Gong Yoochan’s erect member immediately made Cha Joobin shut his eyes tightly.

Damn it, Cha Joobin.

Even though it was just one more glimpse of a member he’d seen countless times before, his lower abdomen tightened.

He was going crazy.

Cha Joobin, gritting his teeth in frustration, splashed cold water on his face.

Gong Yoochan was too much.

“Joobin’s head is going to explode.”

Gong Yoochan, chuckling softly, tilted his head to one side.

Unable to resist the effects of the alcohol, he swayed slightly and stared at Cha Joobin with dazed eyes.

It seemed as if he was whispering that there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

It sounded like there was nothing difficult about it.

It felt like he was giving permission or even tempting him.

Cha Joobin was just dismayed at why he was being subjected to this trial.

He bit his lip hard and glared resentfully at Gong Yoochan.

Should he try to use the excuse of being partners again?

They both knew they were in a passionate state, and Gong Yoochan was drunk, so maybe he could talk his way through it.

But then he shook his head.

Partner or not.

It was cowardly to keep making excuses.

There was no choice but to face it head-on…

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

Cha Joobin couldn’t bring himself to speak to Gong Yoochan, who was looking at him with a pure, bright expression.

Cha Joobin decided to just give up and slammed his head into the pillow.

If he fell asleep, his desire might subside, and that would be better.

So he pounded his head into the pillow a few more times when a soft hand suddenly reached in.

“Joobin, I’m setting the stage for us right now.”

“Huh…?”

Until now, the slurred, distorted pronunciation had become astonishingly precise.

Cha Joobin, who was taken aback, looked at Gong Yoochan.

Not only had his bleary eyes become clear, but his swaying body also straightened up.

“… Hyung?”

Hmph, Gong Yoochan made a displeased sound.

Stumbling to his feet, Gong Yoochan promptly stretched out his leg and lightly tapped Cha Joobin’s firm thigh.

Was that a signal?

The foot immediately slipped between Cha Joobin’s legs, pressing and rubbing against his genitals.

A shocked groan escaped.

Cha Joobin hurriedly covered his mouth and looked at Gong Yoochan.

So, everything up to now was an act?

He was so shocked he could barely speak.

In fact, it seemed like he was about to hiccup, so he tensed his body, which only made the foot’s caress on his genitals more persistent.

“Hyung, hyung. Are you out of your mind?”

It wasn’t just a rebuke; he was genuinely asking out of surprise.

Thinking about it, Gong Yoochan’s drinking habits had indeed been different.

He should have been completely passed out, but he wasn’t, and even though he had been a bit whiny, his desires were unmistakably clear.

Gong Yoochan, who had been busy just going along with whatever, was now making specific demands, asking for this and that.

He thought maybe his drinking habits had evolved, but it turned out to be an act.

“You’re not in your right mind.”

“Hyung, you’re really an actor.”

“Are you really making such observations at a time like this?”

“Ugh.”

Cha Joobin grimaced as Gong Yoochan rubbed his glans with a persistent touch.

The stimulation against his already heated member began to make his body slowly heat up as well.

So, everything about rubbing his genitals while being carried on his back was intentional…?

At this point, it seemed there was no need to find excuses.

There was no need to question why Gong Yoochan was making sexual advances.

It seemed like he wanted it.

Just as Cha Joobin was feeling desire for Gong Yoochan, he seemed to want it too.

Thinking this far, Cha Joobin stripped off his t-shirt.

Revealing his toned body, he immediately reached for the buckle, causing a mischievous smile to appear on Gong Yoochan’s lips.

“How long are you going to keep feeding me?”

“What have I fed you?”

“Earlier in the car, when I pointed over there, ‘there,’ remember?”

Cha Joobin’s hand, which had been pulling down the zipper, paused.

In the car?

What?

As he mulled it over, Cha Joobin’s mouth dropped open.

He exhaled in disbelief, looking at Gong Yoochan.

“Do you understand now?”

Gong Yoochan was straightforward.

No, he didn’t know, but it had become glaringly obvious.

Gong Yoochan, who had been leaning against the car window the whole time, had pointed out various buildings whenever the car stopped.

At the time, he had thought it was just drunk rambling, but looking back, all the places he pointed to were hotels or motels.

He wondered if there was a sly fox inside him.

It didn’t seem like it was ever that direct before, but suddenly, thanks to Gong Yoochan’s abrupt change, my heart started racing.

Maybe it’s because he’s older.

Even though there’s only a two-year difference, seeing him so adept at taking charge in situations, whether it’s the first time or now, still makes me feel that initial thrill.

“I’ve been overthinking this for no reason; there’s no need for any tricks.”

Cha Joobin chuckled and finished taking off his pants.

Whether it was from the effects of the alcohol or not, he mounted Gong Yoochan, who had collapsed on the bed, and supported himself with his arms on the sheets as he scanned Gong Yoochan’s body with a determined gaze.

The heavy pheromones burst forth and enveloped Gong Yoochan instantly.

Whether he was pleased or not, Gong Yoochan trembled and shivered with a low moan.

Twisting his legs and writhing his hips, he received every stimulation with his whole body.

As he pulled down the barely hanging underwear, a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of Gong Yoochan’s mouth.

Cha Joobin grabbed the bouncing cock and, as Gong Yoochan let out a moan and a soft laugh, said, “We really match perfectly in these situations.”

The additional words were brushed aside, feeling like an urging to start quickly.

Cha Joobin then smiled leisurely, his hand gripping Gong Yoochan’s thick cock and pushing it upward as he spoke languidly.

“Indeed.”

Their lips met.

What began as light touches soon became a sticky, entangled mess, creating rough sounds as they kissed.

The tongue that invaded their mouths was not particularly gentle, but it openly displayed their raw desire for each other.

Cha Joobin carefully massaged Gong Yoochan’s body, which was emitting groans of pleasure.

Gently caressing the heated joints, he soon slid his hand between Gong Yoochan’s buttocks.

The sticky bodily fluids from between his cheeks proved that his body was indeed well-primed.

As Cha Joobin’s fingers slid in with a slick, wet feeling, Gong Yoochan’s head tilted back, shivering violently.

“Ugh, ah…!”

“Ah…”

The sight of fingers digging deeply into the flesh made me feel dizzy.

Cha Joobin lowered his body, burying his nose in Gong Yoochan’s nape.

He took a deep breath, inhaling his pheromones.

The pheromones flooding his lungs eventually prompted an urgent need, tightening his lower abdomen.

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