Kwan Seung-ho took the opportunity to sit up and stretched half his upper body across to Seo Min-a. This gesture gradually caused panic in Min-a’s heart, but he closed his eyes in reflex, expecting a set of lips on his but instead, he felt his chair leaning back.
When he tried to sit back up, Seung-ho used a strong hand to hold him down. Before he could protest, a wet mouth covered the cap of his erection. “Oh, fuck..” Min-a groaned softly. He honestly didn’t remember when he started whimpering and shivering from the hotness of his art coach’s mouth. His hands instinctively reached out, gently guiding Seung-ho’s head up and down with a soothing motion on his hard, throbbing cock. The more force Min-a applied to his head, the deeper Seung-ho took him down his throat. A satisfied groan erupted from Min-a’s chest repeatedly. “Yes..oh.. Yes,” His hips buckled against every slurpy stroke he made. It felt so good, he couldn't restrain himself from cumming. Seung-ho found himself hungrily sucking off every single precum that Min-a released. His soft, fervent groans also aroused him so much that he was on the verge of cumming, but he delayed himself from reaching orgasm. He could tell Min-a was getting close to climax as his head got held with a stronger grip. He didn’t have a problem with the possessive hold because he smelled so good and felt so fantastic in his mouth. Seong-ho’s dick started to throb in undeniable pleasure, making him increase his pace and soon, he felt Min-a warm cum pouring down his throat, eliciting a pent-up moan from him. He teased Min-a’s balls to intensify his orgasm. “What the fuck…” the younger man spoke in a hushed tone. Seung-ho withdrew his mouth around Min-a’s dick, waiting for the aftermath shock before he did another crazy thing. He leaned down to suck him again, causing Min-a to shoot up. “Ahh!!” Min-a cried, pushing his head off. Seung-ho chuckled heartily, satisfied with his labor, he began wearing back his pants and Min-a did the same. Kwan Seung-ho checked his glove box and brought out a beer, drinking it and letting it wash down the cum in his throat, after which he offered the remaining to Min-a. Min-a watched in disbelief before accepting it. “If anybody asks, I will say I had a protein shake for dinner,” Seung-ho smirked at him before starting the car again. He brought up casual conversations like he didn't just suck another man’s cock. All the while Seo Min-a was having a hard time concentrating on what he was saying after he knew what his mouth could do. He tried to convince himself that since he wasn’t the one sucking it, it didn’t make him homosexual, and he was just super horny...and it was raining, and it was cold too. It was the weather’s fault not him. “Do you regularly do this with men you meet for the first time?” Min-a asked, his eyes still appearing a little dilated. “If you mean giving them a ride in my Mustang? No, I don’t do that.” Seung-ho replied, sounding serious. He glanced at Min-a to see a frown knitting his eyebrows close, and he chuckled. “If it would make you less grumpy, sucking your dick bruised my jaw. So, I don’t think I would be giving free blow jobs to any other man I meet in the near future…” At that moment, Min-a realized that his new art coach was insane. And he must be homosexual. But it was far too late. As they arrived at the event, he was still reeling from shock and still hadn’t said anything. “Stop acting like a child and pull yourself together.” Seung-ho suddenly snarled, bringing him out of his deep thoughts. “Let’s go,” he went back to being neutral in the space of seconds after snapping at Min-a. As they waited for the event chauffeurs to open their doors and help them with an umbrella, Min-a finally spoke up. “Don’t you ever speak to me in that tone?” His voice was well-grounded as he turned to face Seung-ho, who saw cold depths in his eyes and backed off. “My bad,” he replied, raising his hands up, demonstrating that he didn't mean any harm. But before Min-a could say something more insulting, their doors were opened simultaneously, and a hand offered to help them up while an umbrella was placed over them, guiding their steps to the Red Carpet. There were the most familiar faces on the carpet, from big-time podcasters to high fashion stars, K-pop stars, and many more. The difference was that they were about to go in after doing unspeakable things to each other. Min-a was second on the Red carpet between the duo, giving the lens his best angle by tilting his jaw upwards for the lighting to highlight his cheekbones and jawline. He could hear his name being called in every direction as he flashed his megawatts smile and provided the “I love you” sign to the camera. Soon, the light shifted from him to someone behind him. “Mr. Kwan...over here..!” Min-a lingered on the sidelines, exchanging pleasantries and snapping photos with familiar faces, but his attention kept gravitating back to his art coach. Kwan Seung-ho effortlessly navigated the flurry of lights and cameras, exuding a natural charisma that caught Min-a off guard. Perhaps he had underestimated him. Lost in his thoughts, Min-a didn't notice they had moved on to greet the next while he was discreetly observing Seung-ho. “You can’t seem to keep your eyes off me, Min-a.” Seung-ho murmured smoothly into Seo Min-a's ear, his arm snaking around his waist with a graceful smile. “Don’t flatter yourself, your cloth tag was stealing all the spotlight if you ask me..” Min-a mirrored his moves, subtly moving his hand under his blazer and gently pulling the tag off. As his hand connected with Seung-ho’s skin, he felt a sudden warmth, contrasting with the cool air around them. Min-a hesitated, allowing his hand to linger, feeling the tantalizing warmth of his skin through the sheer fabric of his shirt. They shared the same confident smile before Kwan Seung-ho slipped his hand away from Min-a’s back, grazing the top of his butt cheeks in the process. A shiver ran down Seo Min-a’s spine, his trousers tightening once more at the fleeting touch. “Fuck..” he hissed out loud, catching Seung-ho's attention. Before anyone could find out what brought the bright blush to his face, Min-a already walked away towards the exit door that led into Velvet Club. He knew his friends, Inn Woo, and Ji Won would be waiting for him. They had known each other since they were younger. Their fathers did business together which turned them into best of friends. Min-a had only been to the building twice. Once, when they bought it and began renovation, and second when he had to work with the interior designer on art to decorate with. Looking at it now, it was a four-story, marble wall fortress and he owned 40%. It was the first grown-up thing he had done in his life. Min-a breathed out heavily. He was glad to have finally put some space between himself and the weird artist. He strayed farther into the club till he found the open floor base and music booming. The neon lights were a mixture of purple and blue. “Min-a!” Inn Woo jumped onto Min-a's back in excitement. He was the shorter of the trio so it was easy for Min-a to catch his balance.“Get off me, can’t you see you’re huge?” Min-a teased, shoving him off his back. “You’re just a weakling,” Inn Woo chuckled, sticking his tongue out like a child. “Where is Ji Won? I swear that bastard better be doing coke..” Min-a grunted in displeasure, scanning the area, waiting to spot the sly motherfucker with some random chick. “What’s got you all worked up?” Inn Woo chuckled, giving his shoulders a reassuring massage. “A man,” Min-a muttered absentmindedly before his eyes widened in realization. “What?” Inn Woo looked confused. “A man with no se-control…” Min-a finished his sentence. His subconscious was already messing up and he wasn’t even drunk yet. That only meant one thing...he needed to get drunk. Now. “Min-a.” Inn Woo patted him on the arm. “It’s you guys’ night, you brought this dream to life.” He chuckled excitedly. “I know, Inn Woo. It’s not up to 9 yet, but this place is already buzzing, do you wanna have a drink?” Min-a asked Inn Woo, knowing the sh
After a moment of deep breaths, Min-a met Seung-ho’s gaze head-on, determined to challenge him. “Because I’m bored, and you’re making me nervous as hell,” His admission seemed to please Kwan Seung-ho, though he suspected it was the alcohol loosening his tone. “What about your date?” He took another sip of his dry martini. Seung-ho was testing how patient Min-a could be. Not knowing he was as impatient as a child. “Wait for a moment, let me ask her.” Min-a turned to the empty space beside him. “Hello, dear, do you want to dance?...oh, right, you don’t exist?” He turned back to face Seung-ho. When he saw that the older man had looked away, Min-a scowled hard, leaned in, and grabbed his chin with a strong grip, turning Seung-ho to face him. “Look at me when I talk to you,” his tone came off smeared with anger. And that reaction made Seung-ho smile victoriously. “Now that was the reaction I wanted.” He said to himself, bemused. He kept his legs wide open, letting Min-a
The proximity alone excited Min-a to no end. He finally felt pleasure and pressure at the same time and in all the right places. All the things he read and heard about what intimacy was supposed to feel like were happening right now. As Seung-ho’s breath quickened, Min-a felt his cock getting more aroused, and his body responding to the electric charge between them. Finally meeting his piercing, icy gaze, he felt a surge of adrenaline. “Kiss me,” the tempting words stumbled from his mouth before he could stop them. These words barely left Seo Min-a’s mouth when Kwan Seung-ho's lips came crashing into his. For the first few seconds, it was just them savoring the taste of each other's lips and nothing more. No lip movement, only a deep sensual hold between both lips. Slowly, Seung-ho started to move his lips, leading the kiss in the direction of hot pleasure. All his infatuation with the man in front of him tasted exactly like he thought he would. His vanilla scent sent
The night didn’t go as Min-a originally planned at all. First, he didn’t find a hot enough chick for the private Red carpet. Second, he didn’t party hard with his friends as they did on New Year's Eve. Hell, he barely saw Ji Won and Inn Woo seemed to be all over the place, probably high on some “aesthetically pleasing pill” as he always referred to them. “You want to go home now? The party hasn't even started yet. I’m not the party type and I might not know how it works. But this is like the pre-celebratory phase, right?” Seung-ho asked, unsure whether he was making sense. “That sounds more like their problem, not mine. Take me home. I don't want to ask you again,” Min-a's voice dripped with annoyance. “Whoa, whoa, didn’t realize you were an angry drunk.” Seung-ho drawled, attempting to diffuse the tension with sarcasm. “And I took you for a non-conversationalist, but here we are, talking when you should be taking me home” Min-a grunted to himself. “Non-conversationalist is
Min-a kept his eyes closed until the car came to a halt, then moved again after a few seconds of waiting. From the beeping sound, he could tell they were in Seung-ho's garage already. The nerves that pooled into the pit of his stomach kept him fixed on the car seat, feigning to be asleep. Min-a heard the car door open and close. Soon, the door on his side was opened. Seung-ho unhooked his seat belt and attempted to carry him out bridal style. “Don’t you fucking dare…” Min-a growled, his eyes peeking open to see a startled Seung-ho. “Don’t be a big baby, you are drunk and probably tired…” the older man teased, nudging his knees. Min-a moved farther into the car impulsively, almost sitting on the gear stick. “I’m not going to carry you to my bed and dominate you...I only want to save your gummy stick legs.” Seung-ho smiled at Min-a, who then slowly approached sitting back on the passenger chair. Seung-ho at this point was squatting on his knees because his height didn’t
“If you are waiting for me to back down, you might grow another strand of gray hair,” Min-a sneered. Seung-ho gasped in shock at the comment, he didn't take Min-a for someone who could be witty. “I have gray hair? Where did you see it?” “I don't know…” Min-a mumbled, his gaze dropping lower. He didn't mean to stare at Seung-ho’s crotch but it was like there was a heat wave that drew his eyes in that direction. Taking his eyes back to face his art coach who had a weird glint in his eyes, Min-a continued. “Maybe somewhere that’s not in plain sight..” Seo Min-a felt...unrestrained. Almost like he was just feeling the effect of the alcohol. It made his heart beat a little fast and caused every move Seung-ho made exciting. His body and mind reacted to every look and grin that Seung-ho made. “Do you want to see it again?” Kwan Seung-ho flirted, taking off his blazer. “No, I don’t take candies from strangers.” Min-a teased, turning around to avoid looking at Seung-ho's almos
The man eating ass began to ride the other man, his mouth parted open as the top spanked his cheeks. “Fuck..” Min-a groaned, adjusting in his seat. Seung-ho watched him struggle to swallow as his brown eyes reflected the TV light from the side view. Min-a seemed so focused on the screen that he didn't know when Seung-ho stood to his feet and took off the rest of his clothes till he came to stand in front of him. His erection pushed against the tight brief he was wearing, sticking out towards Min-a's face. Min-a blinked hard. His eyes widened in shock as he felt his body reacting to Seung-ho’s erect cock. He swallowed hard, glancing between his art coach and his tempting manhood. When he was younger, he never saw Ji Won and Inn Woo's cock because he thought it was uncomfortable, now he understands why. Seung-ho’s cock had a different air around it up close. The scent aroused Min-a so much that he could feel heat pooling in his lower tummy. Seung-ho stood still, his body
Time was irrelevant when it came to Min-a. However, the one thing that was undeniably real was the killer headache and slight nausea plaguing him. Still, he convinced himself that if he slept through everything, you know- “out of sight, out of mind,” then he wouldn't have to deal with reality. He imagined he was under his bedsheets, the warm yellow glow in his room enshrouding him. But that fantasy didn't even solidify into a real delusion when a loud noise rang right beside his head. Min-a swore he had an Aneurysm because his head almost exploded from the sudden blood rush to his head. He waited for the blue bird song from an Intro in Naruto to exhaust itself before he took a deep breath, switching from his side to face his pillow face first. Min-a spoke with his voice muffled into the pillow, “I promise you, old man, that deathwish you are dearly searching for, I'll hand it to you, free of charge.” So much venom filled his tone that it could have scorched the pillow ben
Min-a stole glances at Seung-ho as he drove his black Ford Jeep with one hand. He hadn’t realized he found such an innocent action attractive until he suddenly got an art coach. It was even more enticing now because Seung-ho's tattoos were fully visible. He was wearing just a white T-shirt and black Jeans. “Can you stop drilling a hole in the side of my face?” Seung-ho said softly, “your gaze is distracting.” He complained, subtly throwing him a side glance and catching the proud smirk tilting the right side of his lips. “Distracting in a good way or bad way?” Min-a asked, genuinely curious. “Distracting in the way that could end us both in the emergency room for an accident you caused,” Seung-ho replied, keeping his eyes trained on the road. “I see…I’m distracting you in a good way then.” Min-a nodded to himself, pleased with the impact he now knew he could have. Seung-ho just rolled his eyes. During the short seconds of silence between them, he did eve
“You know his name is Duncan, right?” Min-a corrected him. “I don't care, honestly,” Seung-ho muttered. Min-a found his jealousy cute. He did see why he would be jealous though, Duncan was actually hot and gentle. “So,” Seung-ho started, coming to stand beside him. “Do you want a drink?” He asked, not knowing exactly where to start from. It felt like the last time they saw or even held a conversation like this was a whole month ago and it had just been days. “No, I don’t think I want to taste alcohol just yet.” Min-a replied, a small smile appearing and disappearing almost at the same second it occurred. A weird silence ensued between them, just the air conditioner humming in the background and something beeping in the corner. “I think this is the part where you kind of like-make awkward moves so you can get close enough to kiss me..” Min-a mentioned with a straight face, then turned to look Seung-ho right in his icy, blue eyes.
“If you change your mind later, I can come and pick-” Duncan was about to give Min-a the parent speech when he gave him a bored look. “I'm 22 now. Remember that next time you want to give me any parental guidance.” “Then I'm following you inside.” Duncan came down from the car before Min-a could make any protest. Feeling defiant, he sat back in the car and watched him press the doorbell. It took more than a minute for Aera to come to his aid. “Uh, who are you?” Aera asked, studying the hot specimen in front of her. She had yet to see somebody that balanced being mixed better than Kwan Seung-ho. His hair was almost golden and his eyes were a deeper blue than Seung-ho’s. “A mutual friend of Kwan Seung-ho and Min-a…” Duncan stepped back to show Min-a in the car going through his phone. “Oh, I see…please come in and make yourself comfortable. “Is he not coming in?” Aera stopped dragging the door. “He will. Leave the door open, and gi
Duncan has done so many difficult jobs on his way to the top. Jobs that made him question his decision to take it in the first place. Living in the Seo household for the next 6 months was a decision he was starting to question and it was only the fourth day. A graveyard had nothing on stillness in the Seo's household right now. Min-a stayed shut in his room. Eun Hye also wouldn't come out either and their father was out of the question for him. Duncan eavesdropped on their conversation last night and he heard everything. Including the insulting slap, Seo Jung Ju gave to Min-a after he mentioned sucking cock. That was part of the reason why Duncan gave Min-a almost an entire day to himself to collect his traumatized mind together. Though, he still hovered close, once in a while checking if Min-a came online or eavesdropping by his door for any movement. Then he would do the same for Eun Hye. It was exhausting, truly exhausting to be checking on two grown adults, but what
Jung Ju took his attention away from his screen, looking above his glasses to stare at Eun Hye, “I saw it.” He replied simply, going back to clicking on his keyboard. Eun Hye had to stifle a scoff. His expression was so melancholic, almost neutral like he was silently mocking her. “When Min-a shows up, I will review the contract.” Jung Ju said out of nowhere. On cue, Min-a pushed the door gently, slipping inside and appearing beside Eun Hye. “Good, you showed up.” Jung Ju muttered unenthusiastically. He moved his chair closer to the table hunching over the contract book. Sending both of them a cold glance, he flipped the cover open. Eun Hye could feel her soul leaving her, with every page he flipped and every neutral expression his face held, she felt herself getting paler. She inhaled through her teeth, a deep shaky breath that caught Min-a's attention. “Where the hell did you get that contract from?” Min-a hissed at her, nudging h
“Older sister, for the love of god, don't even for once fucking say you did it to protect me from being exploited by Father because you were doing no different. Don't say you knew I won't be able to handle the heat because I was the one doing the dirty jobs for you.” Min-a shot to his feet, attempting to walk out before stopping in his tracks. “I don't feel sorry for you, just so you know. What hurts is that I would still be dragged down by your own mess.” And with that, he stormed off to the back of the house, a place he barely came to. It harbored the only indoor swimming pool they had. He had no plans of getting wet, he only wanted to pretend it was the beach when he stirred the water, so it sounded like water clapping against the shores. Time flew by insanely fast when you weren't watching its every move. No one had to inform Min-a that his father was home. The temperature in the house significantly dropped. A night maid popped through the black screen glass door
After Eun Hye’s fourth glass, it occurred to her that she never really filled Heidi in on her ordeal with her father, especially the aftermath. Heidi was her assistant, so she decided to discuss further possibilities like herself being replaced by a more compatible man from the board; so the old fellows could finally sleep at night. Since Seo Eun Hye assumed the role of CEO for one of Seo's premier assets, their Digital Advertising agency, the male members of the corporate board consistently opposed her. Each task she undertook only intensified the pressure on her to deliver efficiently. Taking her last gulp and emptying the wine bottle, she concluded her last option was to face the heat in the kitchen. The only issue was her father was the chef. Spacing around to calm her anxiety, Min-a crossed her mind again. She left her room and headed towards his side of his glass mansion, dropping the empty bottle on the kitchen counter on her way there. Eun Hye met
“Teacher and student my foot…” Duncan smirked. “I guess Min-a does have a type.” He walked away from the half-done painting to the others on the walls. Some were unhinging, reminding Duncan that he would never fully understand the kid's twisted mind. The most captivating was a dashing play of Red and black. If anyone could portray angst, using nothing but color palettes to depict struggle and elegance, it was Min-a. That was his specialty. He didn't need to paint human beings. As Duncan remembered him saying; “Feeling is not a human quality, feeling is an energy that can be shown through any medium, from sound to silence.” “This boy only grows scarier everyday.” Duncan muttered to himself, leaving the gallery worthy experience behind to finally sit on his bed. The bed dipping didn't even wake Min-a up, he had his long hair sprawled across his face. Duncan was amazed by how lush and long it had become since the last time he saw him a
For most of the ride back to Seo’s Family home, Duncan Laurence and Seo Eun Hye spent it catching up on each other's lives and accomplishments, which included the fact that Eun Hye made it to the CEO status she always dreamed of being as a kid. They got to the mansion somewhere around five in the evening after Duncan made them stop at his favorite ice cream spot around the corner. It had gone through an entire renovation and a lot more ice cream flavors had been added to its serving menus. “I don't know if it's just me but I think Mr. Kwan doesn't really like me..” Duncan still felt unsure because he barely knew the guy. He just met him today and yet, nothing about him felt receptive. It was almost like he was back in the Netherlands again where he was seen as a foreigner just because he had bold Asian genes. “Kwan Seung-ho?” Eun Hye couldn't help but laugh. “If only you witnessed our first few interactions. He is a straightforward person and very b