Side Story 2: Déjà Vu : Part 6

No matter how much you love someone, there are realms you can’t enter for them, things you can’t do together.

There are moments in life that only you, alone, can face.

Even knowing that, his heart couldn’t keep up with reason, and that was heartbreaking.

Song Hyunsoo felt the same.

Somehow, it was amusing to realize that Yoon Jooho was thinking along similar lines.

Fiddling with Yoon Jooho’s hand he was holding, Song Hyunsoo kept grinning.

“You know I don’t get discouraged easily.”

Yoon Jooho met his eyes.

The smile faintly rising on his lips was warm.

It was different from the smile he showed others.

A look reserved only for me, as if to say, “You’re special to me.”

He ran his fingers through Song Hyunsoo’s hair.

“Yeah, you don’t get discouraged.”

“I’m not some pampered young master who doesn’t know hardship, either.”

“I know. Still, to me, you’re a precious lover, so adorable it seems a shame to let your feet even touch the ground.”

Pfft.

Song Hyunsoo burst out laughing.

Perhaps realizing how ill-fitting the line was even as he said it, Yoon Jooho gave a sheepish laugh as well.

Song Hyunsoo wrapped his arms around Yoon Jooho’s chest from behind, embracing him.

“I’ve said something similar before, but it feels good when Sunbae worries about me.”

“……”

“Even if your worries are sometimes odd or off in strange directions, I don’t dislike that, either.”

As he stroked the firm abs under Yoon Jooho’s shirt, Song Hyunsoo’s hand wandered a little lower.

Sss, he could feel Yoon Jooho’s intake of breath.

Hugging him from behind, nose buried in his shoulder, Song Hyunsoo caught the faint scent of him.

“But I have just as much ambition for work as you, Sunbae.”

And then, without warning, with no prelude, Song Hyunsoo’s right hand firmly seized Yoon Jooho’s center.

“Ugh.”

Yoon Jooho’s shoulders jerked as he hunched over.

“So hand over the script already.”

“You handle your beloved boyfriend’s lower half… like this?”

Grabbing the arm that had squeezed between his legs, Yoon Jooho bit his lower lip and looked back at his lover.

Meeting Yoon Jooho’s resentful gaze, Song Hyunsoo arched his eyebrows nonchalantly and tightened his grip.

Yoon Jooho’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Thinking of all the days this made you happy, how can you…ugh…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence and collapsed, burying his forehead against Song Hyunsoo’s shoulder.

“Don’t pretend it’s painful, you perverted old man. You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”

Still pressing his forehead against Song Hyunsoo, Yoon Jooho’s shoulders shook with soft laughter.

“Ha ha.”

“You noticed?”

“You never reflect, do you?”

In a teasing tone, Yoon Jooho nuzzled his lips against Song Hyunsoo’s nape and whispered.

“I said if there’s anything I can do to help, you just have to say so, right?”

“So what? Why are you bringing that up now?”

“……”

Instead of answering, Yoon Jooho slid his hand between Song Hyunsoo’s legs.

He layered his own hand over Song Hyunsoo’s and pressed down gently.

Then, lowering his face, he brushed kisses all along his lover’s neck and jawline.

Realizing what he was trying to do, Song Hyunsoo grimaced.

“Having sex in the office is your way of helping, Sunbae?”

“How could you say something so vulgar?”

Yoon Jooho frowned as if he’d heard something downright obscene.

“You want to do it here, don’t you?”

“Sex? This is more like a sexual act.”

Do you even know how big the difference is? Yoon Jooho protested, dead serious.

Song Hyunsoo was beyond speechless—utterly exasperated.

He tried to pull his hand from between Yoon Jooho’s thighs, but couldn’t.

Yoon Jooho now gripped Song Hyunsoo’s wrist tightly, rubbing it against himself as he pleased.

What he felt in his hand was warm.

Even through the suit pants, the size and heat came through all too real.

Anyone would be lying if they said they weren’t interested in this hefty bulge that overflowed his palm.

Yoon Jooho leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his lips.

“We just slept together last night.”

It was only a single night.

Yet his voice sounded as desperate as if they’d gone a month without sex.

I know he’s acting, and yet every time, I fall for it…

Song Hyunsoo stroked Yoon Jooho’s cheek, then lightly brushed his thumb across his lips.

He pressed and slid his finger over the lips that bore his own name on the inside.

So close that their breaths mingled, their breathing tangled together.

Chok.

Yoon Jooho’s dry lips brushed Song Hyunsoo’s upper lip and drew back.

Drawing nearer, he sat close and wrapped his arm around Song Hyunsoo’s waist.

The leather sofa creaked, unable to bear their combined weight.

Yoon Jooho’s hand, holding him around the waist, crept up under his t-shirt.

The moment his fingers touched Song Hyunsoo’s bare skin, his mind flared with heat.

Song Hyunsoo pushed at Yoon Jooho’s chest as he leaned in for a kiss.

“Ah, I get it. I get it, okay?”

“……”

“Go lock the door.”

Right in front of him, Yoon Jooho’s eyes narrowed.

His thin lips parted in a sly smile, as if he might devour Song Hyunsoo at any moment.

He obediently stood up.

Watching his back as he walked to the door, hand rubbing his nape, Song Hyunsoo felt his mouth go dry.

When Yoon Jooho locked the door and turned around, the bulge in his pants was unmistakable.

A YouTube video titled <Proof That Yoon Jooho Has It All> came to mind.

That eight-minute video, which compiled scenes of his conspicuously prominent bulge, surpassed ten million views in the first half of this year.

For such a video to exist, Yoon Jooho was, well, impressive.

Even at rest, he drew the eye.

And now, fully aroused—well, it was impossible not to look.

A neat suit, the collar and shoulders perfectly fitted, shirt and pants tailored just so, accentuating chest, sides, and waist.

So well put-together it bordered on compulsive…

And yet, clashing with that ascetic silhouette, the thick, fully erect penis, curved so the outline was visible.

Meeting Yoon Jooho’s gaze as he approached, Song Hyunsoo took a drink of water.

Standing before him, Yoon Jooho hooked his finger under the knot of his necktie.

Setting the water bottle down on the table, Song Hyunsoo wiped his lips with the back of his hand, then tugged lightly on the end of the tie.

“Don’t take it off.”

“Don’t take it off?”

“I want to do it with Sunbae wearing a suit and necktie.”

As he pulled harder on the tie, Yoon Jooho obligingly leaned closer, his face narrowing his eyes with a mischievous smile.

“Honestly, you’re such a brat.”

“Not as much as you, wanting to do it here… mmph, mmm.”

Song Hyunsoo’s chin was gently lifted, and in the next moment, their lips met.

His protests melted away in the friction of their lips pressing together.