“You don’t have to pretend otherwise.”
“Ugh.”
“After all that acting between us…”
Yoon Jooho’s hand moved again, this time more boldly.
With his palm, he stroked the sensitive flesh of Hyunsoo’s inner thighs, while his fingers rubbed his prostate from within, making Song Hyunsoo cling helplessly to the shoulder before him.
In the darkness, at a distance close enough to feel each other’s breath, Yoon Jooho’s sharp gaze fixed on Hyunsoo.
Then, with a sly grin, he added,
“Weren’t we amazing?”
“Hhng, hng…”
Looking up at every line and angle of his features, Song Hyunsoo nodded.
They hadn’t practiced how to deliver their lines, or how to move together. Yet everything had flowed naturally, as if they shared a single breath.
It wasn’t simply that they acted as Baek Kang and Lee San according to the scenario—it was as if they had truly become Baek Kang and Lee San.
Even when they switched lines at the end, neither of them faltered.
That complete resonance with a fellow actor—Hyunsoo realized it was a more electrifying climax than any sex he’d had until now.
Recalling that moment, his hips tingled with a shudder. Maybe it was because Yoon Jooho’s fingers were still moving inside him.
Song Hyunsoo arched his back, twisting his grip on Yoon Jooho’s shoulder. Even without being touched directly, his front stood hard and proud.
The stimulation to his prostate sent a pleasure, far more intense than when he touched himself, surging up from deep within—the very spot where Jooho’s fingers circled, pressed, and gently scratched.
“Ah, wait, s-sunbae, I really can’t… Not anymore. Pull out. Hurry.”
Growing desperate, Hyunsoo reached between his legs to push down on Yoon Jooho’s wrist.
“I don’t want to finish by myself.”
His lower belly and groin were soaked with pre-cum, dripping everywhere. Yoon Jooho glanced down at Hyunsoo’s hand, which was frantically fumbling over his own lower body, and his face twisted with a pained conflict.
Should he push all the way to the end, or let go here? He seemed torn between the two.
“Ah! Haah… ugh.”
With a sensation as lewd as the stirring and rubbing inside, Jooho’s fingers finally slipped out of Hyunsoo’s body.
Haa…
With a sigh deep enough to sink the earth, Yoon Jooho collapsed, burying his face on Hyunsoo’s shoulder.
His body, slumping down without any strength, felt heavy.
There was no lubricant, no condom. Inserting inside, here in the car, was realistically impossible. Yoon Jooho must have known that too.
He exhaled a heavy breath and straightened up.
Grabbing the seatback, he suddenly leaned up and reached toward the third row, rummaging for something in a large bag.
Right before Hyunsoo’s eyes was Jooho’s chest, and poking through the zipper, his erect cock swayed between Hyunsoo’s chest and belly.
For Hyunsoo, who’d been forced to hit the brakes right before climax, it looked unbearably tempting.
He pushed up both the sweatshirt and the T-shirt underneath, and wrapped his hand around Jooho’s shaft.
It was astonishingly thick and hard, and so long it was almost shocking.
But thanks to its beautiful color and curve, it didn’t seem the least bit grotesque.
Besides, when he thought about the face of the man who carried this between his legs, the intimidating scale of it didn’t matter at all.
When he just stroked it with his hand, or rubbed it against his skin, its size was sexy.
But to imagine putting it inside…
Running his hand down the length of the shaft, Hyunsoo rubbed the tip over his own skin. His chest heaved with excitement. He wanted to try rubbing it against his nipple, but the distance was a bit too short given their positions.
Yoon Jooho glanced down at what Hyunsoo was doing and let out a laugh, as if he couldn’t believe it.
Then, apparently not finding what he was searching for in the bag, he ran a hand through his hair with a muttered curse.
Returning to his seat, Yoon Jooho grabbed the back of his knit sweater and pulled it over his head.
“You seemed to be having fun with mine by yourself, huh?”
As Jooho took his shaft from Hyunsoo’s grasp, Hyunsoo wiped his palm—damp with Jooho’s pre-cum—across his own belly.
“It’s your fault for leaving me alone. Stopping right before the end just makes me itch… more…”
When Yoon Jooho, now bare-chested with his pants open and erection leading the way, Hyunsoo lost his words. He wanted to grab him and pull him close right then.
All he could think was how much he wanted to roll around with this man.
With a cock that sexy, no matter how big, surely it would just slip right in—Hyunsoo found himself thinking such foolish thoughts.
Jooho brought his knit sweater between Hyunsoo’s legs, making Hyunsoo startle.
“What are you—! Just use mine! It’s cheap anyway!”
As Hyunsoo hurried to take off his own top, Jooho grabbed his arm tightly, frowning.
“Who’s the one ruining the mood here?”
Then he tilted his head slightly.
“Do I look that desperate to you?”
“…”
“I don’t need to make the person doing this with me worry about money.”
『It’s kind of ridiculous for two guys to do this, right? It’s not like we’re dating or anything.』
That was another of Yoon Jooho’s famous lines.
‘The person doing this with me.’
It made sense, since they weren’t boyfriends or anything, but for Hyunsoo, who’d realized his feelings, the words tasted bitter.
But he didn’t have time to dwell on that thought.
Yoon Jooho wiped away Hyunsoo’s wetness roughly, then scooted in close.
Even though the recliner seat was generously sized, two grown men entwined together had to put up with some discomfort.
Jooho removed the central armrest, slipped his left leg between the seats, and settled into position.
Then, he grabbed both his own and Hyunsoo’s cocks together.
As if testing, he slowly rocked his hips back, then pushed up again.
“Hngh… hng, hng.”
The pleasure of rubbing their cocks directly against each other was overwhelming. Hyunsoo bit his lip and shuddered with a moan. His body was literally shaking.
“Sss… hng. Hoo.”
He grabbed Jooho’s broad shoulder, eyes fixed below. Jooho’s thick, slick glans pulled back, then twitched as it pushed up again. Each time, his urethra pulsed, clear pre-cum streaming out.
It was the lewdest thing Hyunsoo had ever seen.
With eyes wide, as if witnessing something unbelievable, Hyunsoo unconsciously rubbed at his lips and muttered,
“Ha, fuck.”
Yoon Jooho took Hyunsoo’s right hand and guided it down.
“Hold them.”
To keep their bodies from slipping apart, Hyunsoo gripped both shafts tightly with both hands.
With his right hand, Jooho gripped the seatback and began to thrust in earnest.
“Hngh! Hn. Hng.”
With Hyunsoo reclined at a 160-degree angle, Jooho drove into him almost hard enough to break him. His sex style was nothing like his appearance.
It felt like the recliner was about to be ripped out. Or at the very least, something was going to break.
Even the Escalade itself began to shake. Whether or not the air suspension was working with the engine off, Hyunsoo didn’t know… but the massive car, big enough to be called a tank, rocked and groaned as if it too were being ravished.
“Khngh, hn. Tch… hn.”
Driven right to the edge of climax, Hyunsoo felt he was about to come.
He wanted to clamp a hand over his mouth, but couldn’t let go of the two cocks rubbing together.
To stifle the scream building in his throat, he screwed up his face and bit down hard on his lower lip.
“Hngh, mm. Umm.”
Noticing this, Jooho pressed his lips to Hyunsoo’s, shoving his tongue in without restraint. It felt like Jooho filled him all the way to his throat.
Hyunsoo spread his legs, wrapping them around Jooho’s waist.
“Mm!”
In the cramped space, his left knee hit the door hard. But the physical constraints only made the moment more vivid.
Every time Jooho thrust up from below, pressing their groins together, Hyunsoo felt a jolt run from his toes to the tip of his cock, his whole body tingling. Unconsciously, he sucked Jooho’s tongue harder.
“Mm, mm. Hng. Hn!”
Thrust, thrust, thrust. Jooho moved his hips faster, and Hyunsoo’s hands, wrapped around both cocks, became slick with pre-cum. In a way, this was no different from sex. Their cocks were pressed together, rubbing directly.
The force of Jooho’s hips seemed to drive straight into Hyunsoo’s body. It felt like real sex. The moment he realized that, his rear clenched tight.
“Hngh. Kh… mm. Hm!”
Squeezing Jooho’s waist with both legs, Hyunsoo reached his climax.
“Haa, hng. Ugh. Hng.”
Jooho pulled Hyunsoo’s hands to his back, then slipped his arms under Hyunsoo’s back, hugging him tightly.
“Hng.”
With their bodies pressed together, their cocks were crushed between their bellies even without being held.
Thrusting like that, Jooho pressed his hips down hard. Hyunsoo trembled, forced to take all that power.
Pinned and squashed, he felt himself being pounded mercilessly.
Then Jooho, too, poured out a thick load.
After coming, Jooho lay atop Hyunsoo, gasping for breath, then slowly moved his body, enjoying the afterglow as he slipped his hand under Hyunsoo’s messy shirt to caress his side and chest.
Shwaaa.
Only then did the sound of waves reach Hyunsoo’s ears.
With bleary eyes, he gazed out the car window into the darkness. Holding Jooho’s head in his arms, he played with his earlobe.
The that had existed only in his imagination was becoming more and more real. He’d found an actual setting, and witnessed Baek Kang and Lee San come alive.
Suddenly, he recalled what the Director had said after their first Script Reading.
『”I’m not looking for a puppet who’ll reproduce every comma and word of the Script perfectly. Whether San remains a puppet or breathes life on the screen—that depends solely on actor Song Hyunsoo.”』
He thought he understood, at least a little, what those words meant. His own Lee San. A Lee San only he could create, Song Hyunsoo’s Lee San.
If it hadn’t been Yoon Jooho, could he have experienced this moment? Even if he had, it would have taken much longer.
Thirty years spent acting, but for Yoon Jooho, this was his First Movie.
For Song Hyunsoo, who’d circled the fringes of the film world for years, this was also his official First Movie.
At least for him and Yoon Jooho, would never remain just another fictional work.
This would be their unforgettable ‘First Movie.’
As he stroked Jooho’s earlobe, Hyunsoo pressed his lips gently to Jooho’s hair.
“Tired?”
“Not really. It’s not even time to sleep yet.”
Of course. They’d only collapse from exhaustion after dawn, just like he always did.
Looking down at Jooho’s long lashes as he lay in his arms, Hyunsoo listened to the sound of waves.
“If you’re not tired, let’s go to your place, sunbae.”
“…”
“I want you, too.”
I want you inside me.