Chapter 30

Reluctantly drawing his mouth off the throbbing tip and wiping his glistening lips against the back of his bound wrist, Je-hee looked up with disarmingly innocent eyes. “You could have just finished inside my mouth, you know. Or would you like me to use my tied hands to finish you?”

Looking down at those flushed lips and bound wrists while his own cock twitched in aching emptiness, Si-woon realized that coming in front wasn’t what his body was craving right now. “Come up here on the bed.”

“You haven’t even come yet.”

“That doesn’t matter right now, so…” Undoing the top buttons of the tight dress shirt at his throat with one hand, Si-woon caught Je-hee under the arms and hauled him up onto the mattress, where Je-hee tumbled against his chest with a breathless laugh.

Glancing down at the silk necktie still binding Je-hee’s wrists together, Si-woon paused when Je-hee didn’t immediately move to kiss him. “…Do you not want to go all the way today?”

“What kind of absurd question is that? I want to do it with you twenty-four hours a day,” Je-hee replied promptly, before lifting his bound hands with a helpless wink. “I’m just facing a slight logistical problem at the moment. With my wrists tied together like this, I can’t very well use my fingers to prepare you first, can I?”

“Ha—then I can just untie the necktie right now…”

“Hmm, no, I’d like to stay tied up a little longer,” Je-hee said cheerfully. “So I came up with two options for you to choose between.”

Leaning in close, Je-hee whispered both options directly into Si-woon’s ear, then pulled back with the brightest, most angelic smile imaginable. “Well? Which one do you prefer?”

“I don’t… like either of those!” Si-woon sputtered, his face flaming to the roots of his hair. Option one: sit directly on my face so I can loosen you up with my tongue. Option two: prepare yourself with your own fingers while I sit here and watch. What kind of lunatic multiple-choice question was that?! Yet when Je-hee’s shoulders drooped in theatrical disappointment, Si-woon’s resolve cracked within three seconds. “…I’ll do the second one.”

Mortifying as it was to touch himself under a spotlight, sitting full-weight on his lover’s face was out of the question.

“Wonderful! I’ll cheer you on from right here,” Je-hee said brightly.

“No, please just… sit still and don’t say a word.”

Shrugging out of the tight suit jacket—though he left the monogrammed dress shirt and vest on—Si-woon pushed down his trousers and briefs, took the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand drawer, and settled back against the pillows with his knees bent and parted. Across the bed, Je-hee sat with his bound hands resting neatly in his lap, watching every breath Si-woon took without blinking once.

Don’t look at him. Just get it done quickly.

Squeezing a generous dollop of cool gel onto his own fingertips, Si-woon reached back between his thighs and pressed a finger past his own rim. “Ah, ugh… nggh.” Because they had been together in the car and the hotel only days ago, the softened ring yielded readily enough, yet his own shorter reach and awkward wrist angle couldn’t quite hit the deep internal spot the way Je-hee’s long fingers always did.

Adding a second finger and then a third as the warmed gel mixed with his body’s own slickness, Si-woon widened his knees further without meaning to, his free hand drifting down to stroke his aching erection in front while wet, shameless sounds filled the quiet room.

“Mnh, hah…! It’s… ah, loosened up enough now…”

Drawing his slick fingers out and reaching back with both hands to part his flushed cheeks for a second so Je-hee could see he was ready, Si-woon looked across the mattress at the heavy bulge straining against the front of Je-hee’s slacks. “Come here.”

When Je-hee remained seated with an audible swallow, Si-woon lost the last of his patience, crawled across the mattress to straddle his lap, and unzipped Je-hee’s trousers himself. Since Je-hee couldn’t use his bound hands to guide his own cock, Si-woon wrapped both palms around the scorching, rock-hard shaft to coat it in the remaining lubricant from his fingers and lined the blunt crown up with his own entrance.

“Si-woon-ssi, ah… wait—a condom, you need to put a condom on me first!”

Realizing Si-woon was about to sink down on him bare, Je-hee ducked his head toward his bound wrists and tried frantically to tug the silk knot loose with his teeth.

“…I don’t want to use one today.”

Catching Je-hee’s bound wrists in one hand and pinning them firmly down against the mattress above Je-hee’s head, Si-woon looked down into his wide, startled eyes and felt a sudden, intoxicating thrill at being the one in complete control. “I’m doing it the way I want today. When you asked me to tie your hands up, you should have been prepared for this.”

Silencing Je-hee’s strangled protest with a deep kiss, Si-woon slowly lowered his weight onto the bare, pulsing shaft until every thick inch was buried inside him to the root.

“Ah, haah… ugh. It’s… ngh, so hot inside… I feel like my insides are melting.”

Without a latex barrier dulling the contact, every raised vein and every tiny twitch of Je-hee’s cock registered with blinding clarity against Si-woon’s inner walls, making his passage clench around the shaft in involuntary waves.

Beneath him, Je-hee’s jaw was clenched tight with the strain of holding back while pinned down. “If you squeeze me like that right off the bat… haah, what are you going to do if I lose control and come inside you?”

“I don’t… ah, care,” Si-woon panted, beginning to roll his hips in a slow, undulating rhythm while keeping the monogrammed shirt and vest buttoned over his heaving chest. “I… mmh, like how it feels… much better without a condom. So from now on… just come inside me every time.”

Je-hee’s eyes flew wide beneath him, the last of his restraint shattering at the words. “If you… ngh, say things like that while riding me… haahk—!”

Arching his neck back against the pillows with a hoarse groan, Je-hee came hard deep inside him—and as Si-woon’s walls clamped down around the hot flood, Je-hee wrenched his hips back by reflex, his still-hard, semen-slicked shaft slipping out with a wet sound to rest against Si-woon’s stomach.

“I want… ugh, you to untie this necktie now,” Je-hee rasped, straining against the silk bond at his wrists.

“Already? We aren’t even halfway done yet.”

“Si-woon-ssi, hngh, please—I admit defeat, I was wrong!” Unable to grip Si-woon’s hips with his hands tied, Je-hee looked up at him and begged outright.

Feeling a sudden rush of heat at how much he enjoyed hearing this composed man plead for mercy—wait, what if I’m the one developing a dangerous new taste?—Si-woon lingered over the sight for one more beat before pulling the silk knot free.

The instant his wrists were liberated, Je-hee caught Si-woon by both hips with a look of starved intensity. “Can I put it back in now?”

At Si-woon’s breathless nod, Je-hee guided the slick shaft straight back into the semen-soaked passage and surged upward from beneath him. Even in the exact same straddling posture, having Je-hee’s strong hands gripping his waist to drive him down onto the thrusts changed the depth completely, dragging a high, unguarded cry from Si-woon’s throat before Je-hee eased him flat onto his back with both ankles hooked high over his shoulders.

“Hnghh…! Ah, nggh, just a little… hic, pull back an inch—!”

Folded nearly in half as the heavy shaft pounded straight into his deepest spot, Si-woon saw white sparks dance behind his eyes, clear fluid leaking continuously from his own erection onto the front of the white dress shirt.

“Is it because you always run so warm, Si-woon-ah?” Je-hee panted, sweat dripping from his chin onto Si-woon’s vest. “It’s scorching hot inside you right now… Ha, fuck. This feels too damn good.”

Hearing that raw curse and meeting the blazing, possessive heat in Je-hee’s dark eyes from inches away made Si-woon’s heart hammer so hard he had to turn his burning cheek into the pillow, wrapping both arms tightly around Je-hee’s neck. “Stop staring at my face… and just hurry…”

“Hngh—! You, ngh, love it when I hit right here, don’t you?”

“Ah, I’m going to c-come, aahngh!”

“You want to come with me?”

“Yes, I can’t hold it back anymore, ngh, kh-nghh—!”

As Si-woon’s nails dug hard into Je-hee’s shoulder through the final, blinding climb, both of them shattered together, Je-hee burying his face against Si-woon’s throat as he poured another scalding release deep inside him.

“Si-woon-ah, you did so well,” Je-hee whispered once their ragged breathing finally began to slow, stroking Si-woon’s damp hair with a smile so radiant and tender that Si-woon felt shy all over again.

As soon as Si-woon caught his breath, however, his gaze fell on the faint red friction marks circling both of Je-hee’s pale wrists, and guilt immediately replaced his haze. “…Do your wrists hurt a lot?”

“Not even a little bit,” Je-hee said cheerfully, giving his hands a playful shake in the air. Because his fair skin flushed at the slightest pressure, the marks looked far more dramatic than they actually were, yet Si-woon couldn’t stop frowning at them.

“Still, shouldn’t we put some ointment on them?”

“Then will you put it on for me yourself, Si-woon-ssi?”

Sitting up on the rumpled sheets to inspect the reddened skin gently between his fingers, Si-woon lowered his lashes. “Um… I’m really sorry.”

Je-hee blinked at him in genuine surprise. “Hm? Sorry for what?”

“Earlier, when you asked me to untie your hands… I held them down and didn’t let you go right away.”

“Ah.” For a second Je-hee simply stared at him; then a slow, suspiciously pleased smile spread across his face—making it abundantly clear that far from resenting being held down, he had secretly loved every second of Si-woon taking charge. Leaning in with a sudden, opportunistic glint in his dark eyes, Je-hee murmured, “Still… if your conscience really hurts that badly over it, will you let me return the favor and tie your wrists up next time?”

“Yes, I will,” Si-woon agreed without a second’s hesitation.

Je-hee froze, visibly thrown off balance by the instantaneous consent. “Uh… really? You mean it? When—next weekend? Or tomorrow night?”

Watching Je-hee press a hand over his racing chest as a wide, uncontainable grin took over his entire face while he hummed happily to himself, Si-woon had the distinct, slightly ominous premonition that whatever Je-hee was currently plotting behind those shining eyes, their “ordinary days” together were only going to get livelier from here.