Such An Ethical Man

Min-a gasped upon realizing he was caught staring, then huffed, feeling his face suddenly get hot. “No. I was only checking out the fit. Not bad for an oldie.”

Seung-ho dropped his upcoming remark after listening to his words. “We need to get going now, it’s gonna rain soon.” He grunted, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Spare me a few more seconds, entertaining your delusion is so worthwhile.” Min-a retorted.

“No comments?” He pressured but Seung-ho didn't say anything back.

“You look great would have sufficed.” Seung-ho chuckled dryly, “Aera, lock up for the night.” He barked out the order to see his assistant as they left.

“Please, tell me you have a car..” Min-a muttered, resting by the street light.

“Nothing fancy. Your pampered ass might think of it as scrap.” Seung-ho opened up the next garage, revealing a covered-up car.

From the shape underneath, Min-a felt his breath hitch in his throat. “No way..that can't be..” He breathed, leaning off the street light to stand in front of the garage. “A Mustang?!” Min-a cried out.

“I’m pleasantly surprised you know what it is before I took off the cover, I thought you were an influencer?” Seung-ho chuckled, driving the car out.

“Influencers don’t equal uneducated.” Min-a snapped, getting into the passenger seat.

Seung-ho plugged his iPhone 6s into the radio and started to play some white band music.

“Coldplay?” Min-a asked, recognizing the vocals from the song they did with BTS.

That immediately got Seung-ho’s attention. “You know Coldplay?! Oh, Min-a, you might actually end up in my bed tonight.” He chuckled, but the younger man didn’t find it funny at all. He was as pale as a ghost as soon as the words left his lips.

“Are you okay?” Seung-ho looked sideways at him while trying to maintain eye contact with the road.

“I’m okay.” Min-a said in a low inaudible voice, almost wheezing as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He swathed his shirt forward to cover half of his thighs.

Seung-ho noticed his subtle action. “I see that was too much.” he spoke up, “I forget you kids of this generation are so sensitive.”

“Says the man from the generation that thinks some dust of make-up on a man would cancel out his entire masculinity.” Min-a shot back at him.

“Ou, feisty, I like that.” Seung-ho kissed his teeth, swaying his neck sideways to see Min-a sitting rigidly. He chuckled when he saw his straight back and how his eyes kept darting between the road and his hands on the steering wheel.

“Hey..” Seung-ho attempted to comfort Min-a by placing his hand on his thighs but his hand coiled around something thick and...long.

Min-a’s face went from pale to a bright red shade. He had been hiding his raging boner from Seung-ho ever since he joked about wanting him in his bed.

Up until now, he didn’t even know what had got him so aroused about his insinuation.

The most awkward thing wasn’t the fact that Seung-ho was chuckling like a maniac at intervals, but the fact that he was yet to let go of Min-a’s warm cock.

He acted so casually about it. Like he wasn’t holding another man’s private part in his hand.

Min-a’s ability to form sentences was cut off without further notice.

The heat from his cock pulsating through his denim shot got Seung-ho even more aroused. Somehow, he managed not to crash the car. He didn't have that much self-control in him, it was just the idea of crashing a car he purchased for millions that gave him more self-control.

“Fuck…” Seung-ho growled as he moved his hands across Min-a’s hard length covered by the light shirt and denim shorts.

The way Min-a’s rosy lips parted to let out sharp breaths got him thinking of stopping the car to suck his dick. “Can you… can you stop…” he struggled to speak but Seung-ho intensified his strokes, causing him to lose his train of thought.

“What were you saying?” Seung-ho teased in a cocky voice, observing Min-a’s flushed face.

“Stop!” Min-a swatted his hands away from his erection, regaining some composure. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he snarled, his voice rising in frustration.

Seung-ho as usual looked unfazed by his outburst.

He knew one thing, Min-a didn’t have a good excuse to be aroused in his car when it was just them alone.

After a moment of awkward silence, he finally spoke up.

“When was the last time you got laid?”

“I have a girlfriend.” Min-a blurted out arrogantly.

“I understand, but that’s not what I asked. When was the last time you got laid?” Seung-ho repeated, feigning insensitivity to his claim.

Min-a kept his mouth closed. Refusing to reply to such an inquisitive question.

“Min-a, you were seen with Anitta in Paris a week ago, it can’t be that hard.” Seung-ho stared at him while all Min-a did was shake his head.

He couldn’t say he did it all for a public stunt, he did sleep with some women but there was nothing special about them.

It was the rain...that was it.

The rain was the reason he was horny as fuck. The cold weather made his nipples tingle against his shirt.

“It’s the rain,” Min-a spoke out impulsively, but the moment it left his mouth, he regretted it. He felt stupid.

Seung-ho chuckled, looking out of his windscreen, “oh, it started raining,” he stared at Min-a again, “and you are still hard.” His gaze lingered on his lengthy bulge a bit longer.

“So are you.” Min-a returned as he noticed Seung-ho’s bulge shamelessly pointing upward.

The myth about slim tall boys was true after all, Seung-ho’s dick was noticeably huge.

“You can go to the back seat and get that fixed,” Seung-ho suggested to the younger man, indicating his erection.

For a second, Min-a thought of jerking off and moaning dramatically in the back seat with Seung-ho in front of the car, but he quickly killed the thought.

Having a conversation about their arousal was not what he expected today when he arrived at his door. He wasn't even high, however, he felt lightheaded and disgustingly horny.

“I’m cool.” Min-a shook his head defiantly.

“Of course, you are.” Seung-ho retorted before he packed the car by the roadside. “Well, I’m not doing a Red Carpet with an erection. I'm a man of ethics.” He winked at Min-a before leaning his chair back, giving him a full view of his body.

“Wait for a moment…seriously?” Min-a cried out, panic slipping out of his voice.

“You are straight, right?” Seung-ho unbuckled his belt in a fluid motion.

Min-a swallowed hard, his eyes following the older man’s hands that he forgot to say the words that were stuck in his dry throat. “Yes, right!” He declared.

Seung-ho smirked at his palpable reaction, leaning back on the chair and drawing his trousers down to reveal white Calvin Klein briefs.

“You see that bus stop shelter over there…” he pointed out of the window at a dull light simmered by the rain pouring. “You can go wait there, I'll hunk when I'm done.”

Seung-ho pulled his briefs down without hesitation and his thick cock sprang free. In contrast to Min-a’s erection, he was a bit thicker.

Saliva poured out of Min-a’s mouth as he stared long at his art coach’s cock; it was glorious.

He blinked as indecent, explicit thoughts clouded his mind, then quickly shook his head as if to push the image out of his mind.

“You can’t jerk off now. I’m here!”

As if to prove he would do exactly that in his presence, Seung-ho opened the glove box in front of Min-a to fetch a lube bottle.

“You keep lubricant in your car?” Min-a shock was evident in his tone, but he got no reply.

Soon, Seung-ho started to let out low, erotic groans.

The sounds were barely audible but coupled with the sloppy movement of him jerking off with his eyes closed…he had Min-a’s complete attention.

His hardened cock grew to a painful length that he decided to set it free too, pulling down his shorts.

His unexpected action caused Seung-ho to snap his eyes at him. Min-a’s face heated up as it met with his art coach’s passionate gaze but he didn’t shy away from him.

Seung-ho took the opportunity to sit up and stretched half his upper body across to him.

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 Seung-ho’s mouth. His hands instinctively reached out, gently guiding Seung-ho’s head up and down with a soothing motion on his 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.

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.

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 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 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..!”