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Even so, there was no way Doyoung would let him go onstage in that state.
“Wait a moment.”
As he tried to stand, pulling away from Beom Sinje’s grip, his clothes were suddenly tugged back.
He looked on as Beom Sinje glanced between him and the door, conflicted.
Finally, Beom Sinje seemed to make a decision and stepped back.
“Just a moment.”
He approached the entrance and locked the door with a soft click.*
Then, without letting go of Doyoung’s wrist, he led him back inside, where a six-seater couch waited.
Gently, Beom Sinje sat Doyoung on the farthest corner, pulling a tissue box from the table.
“Take off your pants, hyung.”
Doyoung blinked at him, momentarily stunned, but obediently undid his buckle.
Somehow, it felt natural to comply.
As he pulled them down, he paused.
Distracted by Beom Sinje’s situation, he hadn’t noticed his own arousal.
“Sigh…”
Pulling down his briefs revealed the unmistakable evidence of his own state.
Before he could fully process it, Beom Sinje had lowered his own pants, exposing a size that seemed almost impossible.
The thick, glistening length made Doyoung swallow dryly.
“You can’t,” Beom Sinje said firmly.
“What?”
“I said no sucking.”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
What on earth must he have been thinking to jump to such a conclusion?
But strangely, even as he denied it, Doyoung found himself feeling saliva pool in his mouth, his tongue sweeping across his lips.
Beom Sinje’s gaze, locked on him, darkened with an unreadable intensity.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as a fleeting conflict crossed his face.
But even so, this wasn’t something they could do right here, right now.
“Hyung, I’ll save that for next time. For now…”
Beom Sinje seated himself, legs spread, with Doyoung positioned between them.
Their lower halves naturally pressed together, their aroused bodies brushing against each other.
“Nnngh…”
Doyoung let out a moan at the direct stimulation.
“Hhh… Mm…”
A shiver ran through his body as Beom Sinje’s large hand enveloped both of them, the intimate touch sending sparks coursing through him.
Heat built between them in no time.
The sound of flesh against flesh mingled with the increasingly labored breathing, each noise feeding the growing tension.
As Doyoung bit his lip, trying to suppress his voice, Beom Sinje’s thumb forced the seam of his lips apart.
“Ah… Ahhh… Ngh!”
Reluctantly, the muffled sounds spilled out from his parted lips.
But what drew his focus even more was the lewd friction beneath them—obscene sounds rising from where their hardened lengths were pressed and stroked together.
“Ugh…”
The slick tip of his arousal was already dripping, signaling that his release was close.
The pace of Beom Sinje’s hand quickened, gripping them both firmly.
His rough breaths tickled Doyoung’s ear, their rhythm growing wilder.
“Doyoung hyung.”
When the fast-moving hands abruptly stopped, his name was called.
Doyoung raised his flushed gaze. Their lips met instantly.
At the same time, a firm stroke against the tip of his arousal pushed him over the edge.
Doyoung climaxed helplessly, his hips trembling uncontrollably.
He could feel both himself and Beom Sinje reaching their peaks simultaneously.
The sharp, bitter scent lingered in the air but was quickly overshadowed by the intense sensation of lips and tongue exploring his mouth relentlessly.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Guild Leader, are you ready?”
A voice called for Beom Sinje from outside the door.
It was Park Chanoh.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Guild Leader.”
Doyoung tried to pull his head back, but a large hand firmly gripped his head, leaving him no room to move.
He always knew Beom Sinje was taller and more muscular than himself.
Yet, only now did he realize just how large the man’s hands were.
It was astonishing how easily Beom Sinje managed to hold both their arousals together in one hand.
His long fingers occasionally brushed against Doyoung’s tip, eliciting an unfamiliar tingling sensation that made Doyoung’s hips jerk involuntarily.
*’This is driving me crazy.’
He wasn’t some inexperienced kid just discovering his desires.
How could he be so aroused by mere physical stimulation?
“Guild Leader! Are you in there? The reporters are all seated and waiting.”
Click, click.
Park Chanoh, after knocking several more times, now tried the doorknob.
They really had to stop now.
Doyoung tried to push away Beom Sinje’s invasive tongue with his own.
However, it only seemed to provoke him further, as Beom Sinje’s movements grew even more fervent.
“Mm…!”
Instead, a soft, pained moan escaped from Doyoung’s lips.
Just a kiss, yet it felt like his entire body was reigniting.
Even without looking down, Doyoung could tell his previously spent arousal was beginning to swell again.
Beom Sinje was in the same state, their bodies still pressed together tightly.
“Hah, hah… Hurry up…”
As soon as their lips parted, Doyoung, still breathless, urged Beom Sinje to move.
The knocking outside had stopped, but there was no guarantee Park Chanoh had left entirely.
If he was still standing nearby, his sharp hunter’s hearing could very well catch their gasps and moans.
“Tissue. Give me a tissue.”
Doyoung gestured at the box of tissues with his eyes, demanding again.
Beom Sinje, his face now tinged with red, simply stared down at him, flustered.
How many chances were there to see this composed, mature man looking so uncharacteristically disoriented?
If he admitted that such moments stirred an impulse within him to see more, how would Beom Sinje react?
Would he narrow those sharp eyes and glare at him disapprovingly?
That reaction might end up exciting him even more.
“What are you doing?”
Frustrated by Beom Sinje’s inaction, Doyoung pushed against his chest.
Beom Sinje finally relented, retrieving a few tissues from the box on the table.
He cleaned Doyoung first, then himself, before carelessly crumpling the tissues and tossing them into the trash.
Doyoung frowned at his nonchalant behavior but didn’t say anything.
Instead, he quickly adjusted his pants and opened the window.
A cool breeze swept through the room, dispersing the lingering smell.
Just to be sure, he opened the opposite window as well and waved his arms to clear the air.
While Doyoung busied himself with hiding the evidence, Beom Sinje casually approached the door.
“Oh, Guild Leader! You were inside.”
“Is everything ready?” Beom Sinje asked nonchalantly.
“Yes,” Park Chanoh replied.
Standing in the doorway, Beom Sinje effectively blocked Park Chanoh from entering the room, giving Doyoung time to cool his flushed face.
Spotting a water bottle, Doyoung quickly drank to soothe his dry throat.
“Let’s go,” Beom Sinje said, his tone indifferent, as if nothing had just transpired. He stepped outside first.
“Oh? Secretary, you were here too.”
Only then did Park Chanoh notice Doyoung and widened his eyes slightly.
Fortunately, he didn’t step inside and seemed unaware of the faint scent still lingering in the room.
“Yes. I’ll finish tidying up and follow shortly.”
“No need. Just come along. Cleaning can be left to the staff.”
“…Alright.”
Doyoung hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering toward the trash can before looking away.
He couldn’t just leave it there.
Once the others had gone, Doyoung swiftly retrieved the tissues from the trash and stuffed them into his pocket.
“I’ll be back after a quick trip to the restroom.”
Feigning nonchalance, he left the room, went into the restroom, and discreetly disposed of the tissues.
When he stepped back out, he found Beom Sinje silently waiting for him.
“What?”
Feeling oddly self-conscious, Doyoung asked with a sharp tone.
“Nothing. Let’s go.”
Beom Sinje’s lips curled into a slight smile as he turned away.
Doyoung noticed it.
It wasn’t his imagination.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Hmm? What do you mean?”
“Why are you pretending not to notice?”
As Doyoung narrowed his eyes, Beom Sinje suddenly lowered his head.
Smooch.
There was no doubt about the sound.
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