Into The Thrill-Chapter 12.3

Woojin ground the beans again without a word.

The things that bothered him weren’t limited to just the flaws of Haewon’s officetel. Haewon had actual pajamas to wear, yet he still went around in Woojin’s dress shirt like it was sleepwear. Whenever he lifted his arms, his bare thighs ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) and ass peeked out underneath.

Before meeting Woojin, Haewon had been with many men, and somewhere along the way, Woojin had started thinking that others must have seen this same version of Haewon—free-spirited if he wanted to be generous, vulgar if he wasn’t. Just the thought twisted Woojin’s expression like he’d smelled something rotten.

Woojin’s mug, used every morning to chug coffee in near-bowl quantities, was larger than normal. Made of thick ceramic, it was too heavy for Haewon to handle with one hand. So Haewon clutched it with both hands and sipped.

He turned to Woojin, who stood waiting in front of the still-dripping coffee maker. Woojin looked back, and Haewon averted his eyes. When Woojin silently asked “what,” Haewon swallowed his coffee and spoke.

“You should ease up on the drinking. Don’t black out.”

“The deputy chief kept pouring. I couldn’t say no.”

“All it takes is one bad turn.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Woojin genuinely didn’t understand, but Haewon hesitated, thinking he was being called out.

“You’re the one who has to look after your health.”

“You sucked my soul dry all night, and now you wanna say that?”

“What?”

“It’s not like I blacked out completely. I remember bits and pieces.”

“Really?”

Haewon had been convinced Woojin was drunk. Convinced he wouldn’t remember. So he’d dared to talk about Woojin’s ex, to whisper that he loved him, over and over. Now, watching Woojin intently, Haewon’s eyes were filled with nervous tension.

“I remember you saying you loved me, over and over. I remember you coming without permission.”

“...”

“I don’t forget stuff like that.”

Woojin checked his watch as he spoke. It was 8:10 AM. It would take about fifteen minutes by car to get to the office, and this was the time when traffic in Seocho would be backed up everywhere anyway. He had about thirty minutes to spare.

Because the mug was oversized and Haewon was holding it with both hands, his face looked especially small. Woojin reached out. Haewon flinched like he thought he was about to be hit.

Woojin smiled faintly at the reaction and opened his hand, estimating the size of Haewon’s face. He hadn’t even spread his fingers fully—just enough—and Haewon’s face fit snugly into his palm.

“Why is your face so small?”

“Small is good. That’s why my proportions are nice. My arms and legs are long too.”

“I could probably crush it in one hand.”

He said it so casually—something so horrible.

Finally, he took the freshly brewed coffee. He glanced toward Haewon, who was watching him, and took a sip.

“Don’t compare people’s heads to tofu.”

“You’re too small. It worries me.”

“You have no idea how hard a skull is, do you? Even a hammer can’t crack it easily.”

“Watch your mouth.”

Haewon set the mug down on the table and stepped in close. Woojin brought the cup to his lips, deliberately ignoring him.

“Don’t start your shit.”

“You’re gonna leave late anyway, ‘cause of the traffic.”

Haewon smoothed his hand down over Woojin’s neutral-toned jacket. The fabric clung softly, like tanned animal hide. With his other hand, he ran his fingers over the matching slacks.

He pressed his palm firmly into Woojin’s crotch, slowly caressing through the fabric.

Woojin made no reaction. He simply sipped his coffee with deliberate care, moving carefully so as not to spill anything hot, letting caffeine chase off the lingering fatigue.

Eventually, Woojin set down the mug with an annoyed clink and stared at Haewon directly. That meant stop. When their eyes met—cold and sharp—Haewon just smiled slyly.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to date a college kid.”

Even with just a few touches, the bulge between Woojin’s legs had risen visibly. Haewon wrapped his hand around the full length of the hardened flesh through the fabric, pressing from base to tip. Woojin, seemingly numb to the torment, continued drinking his coffee like nothing was happening.

“A college kid at thirty, huh... If you had any conscience, you’d stop calling yourself that.”

“You said it first.”

Haewon looked incredulous. The same man who had spent the night whispering sweet nonsense into his ear, licking and kissing that face, calling him pretty, calling him young—was now pretending none of it happened.

“I was drunk. Can’t a drunk guy say whatever he wants?”

“Stop teasing. I know I’m thirty.”

Flustered, Haewon grumbled and pulled his hand away. Woojin caught it and brought it right back, placing it over his crotch again. Even as he scowled, Haewon curled his fingers, gripping harder. Woojin felt a dull throb rise in his neck.

“Is it okay if you’re late for orchestra?”

“I’m taking the day off. Conductor’s not coming anyway.”

“How’re you gonna live working so half-assed?”

“It’s fine. You’re gonna cover the savings account I busted last month.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“You promised last night.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

“I said that?”

“You did. You said not to worry, you’d cover it, you’d take care of everything.”

“If you’re gonna break it every month, why the hell did you open it?”

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“Just ‘cause. Everyone else does. I wanted to too. Y’know, something like that. It’s cute. Even the word’s cute. Jeokgeum.”

His lips inched closer. Haewon leaned in, his mouth almost brushing Woojin’s as he whispered jeokgeum. With each word, his tongue flicked out to taste Woojin’s lips.

Woojin tilted his head back and drank his coffee.

“When are you gonna start reacting to me before you react to your coffee?”

His cock was rock hard, but he ignored it like it didn’t even belong to him. Haewon was starting to get pissed.

He bit Woojin’s lower lip and chewed on it. Woojin slowly bit him back. He set his mug down on the table. Wrapping his arms around Haewon’s waist, he pulled him flush against his chest. He sucked at those soft lips, then broke the kiss and spoke.

“Put on pajamas. Stop walking around like that.”

“...Like what?”

“Like that. It’s vulgar.”

“My idea of vulgar and yours are very far apart. Are you sure it’s really vulgar?”

“It is.”

“Then I’ll be vulgar just for today. Since it seems you like it.”

Even though Haewon looked sleek, he was surprisingly solidly built, and Woojin’s shirt fit loosely enough to be perfect lounge wear. And when he walked around in just that shirt—nothing underneath—it always made Woojin twitch his brow in disapproval while his eyes trailed after him without fail.

Haewon undid Woojin’s belt, unbuckled it, and lowered the zipper. He grabbed the mound of heat and flesh underneath the boxer briefs. The damp warmth and stickiness clung to his palm. He inhaled carefully. His chest rose and brushed against Woojin’s firm torso. He could feel the steady thumping of his heartbeat through the thin fabric.

That forceful stroke, like a swimmer slicing through water—Woojin’s shoulders were still just as solid. The shirt stretched tight with each breath he took. Haewon wanted to keep this man, the one who had shaken him up last night, entirely to himself. He wanted to stay with him forever.

“...To the bed.”

“...”

With eyes moist and lips flushed, he whispered it against Woojin’s jaw.

Woojin didn’t reply. Instead, he let his arms fall down and gripped Haewon’s ass, lifting him easily. He carried him over to the kitchen table and set him down, one hand on each bare knee.

“Once you lie down on that bed, you don’t wanna get back up.”

“Right? I told you. I’m not lazy.”

Woojin slowly pried apart Haewon’s knees, widening the angle.

He stepped in between those carelessly spread legs. Haewon wrapped his arms around Woojin’s shoulders and met the deepening gaze.

Woojin applied pressure, pushing Haewon’s legs further apart. His hands trailed along his thighs, his touch soaked in lust.

Haewon cupped Woojin’s cheek and tilted his own head up. He loved looking up at Woojin from below like this—the way Woojin’s sharply defined face loomed over him.

Thick brows. Eyes like cold blades, cutting into people’s insides. That straight nose, matching his pride and arrogance. It was the kind of face that made you want to keep describing it, even if the words were tired and messy.

He looked like he’d just stepped out of a classic film. And because he rarely made expressions even when aroused, gazing up at him from beneath sometimes felt surreal.

Whenever Haewon faced that expression in a moment like this, his throat would tighten, and a sharp ache would lance through his chest.

And last night—how was it?

Even if it had been some stranger on the street, acting that way toward him, he probably would’ve fallen for it.

Whenever Woojin got drunk, he acted like he’d decided to seduce Haewon, unleashing sweet, filthy whispers. And every time, Haewon fell for him all over again. With every round, his feelings deepened another layer. Now, it felt like he could reach down and touch bedrock.

Today, more than ever, he didn’t want to let him go. But Woojin either didn’t hear, or pretended not to hear, that Haewon wasn’t going to orchestra today. He didn’t respond the way Haewon was hoping for.

“...Take a day off too. Say you’ve got a hangover.”

“I’m busy.”

“Say you had too many bomb shots, you’re sick, you’ve got a fever. Don’t go. If you’re sick, you should rest.”

“Do I look sick to you?”

“No, I’m just saying. You drank a ton yesterday. It’s a perfect excuse. Use it.”

Haewon’s voice rose, frustrated. Woojin didn’t seem even slightly willing to stay.

“You think every job lets you take it easy like your orchestra?”

“Take it easy? They pour you bomb shots and work you to death—don’t be loyal to a place like that. Don’t work hard for them.”

If he had the passion and time, Haewon wanted him to spend that energy here, on him, not waste it elsewhere. Today, Haewon put more effort than usual into tempting him. Woojin, who kept glancing at his watch, finally let out a low sigh.

The hands gripping Haewon’s knees slid slowly up the insides of his thighs. Despite his cold voice, his hands moved with obscene intent.

Haewon looked down at the bold touch. Woojin’s thumbs pressed firmly as he forced his legs wider.

His lower body twitched as Woojin drew closer. He yanked Haewon’s hips down, lifted the shirt that barely covered anything.

His breathing grew shallow. Heat bloomed all over his body, flushing his face.

When Woojin’s hand began to reach between his legs, Haewon grabbed his wrist.

Woojin’s brow twitched in annoyance. His sharp gaze pierced into Haewon.

“Get on the bed.”

Woojin turned his wrist to check the time. Only twenty minutes left. Time had flown too fast. His expression twisted with irritation.

“The moment I lie down on that bed, I won’t stop.”

“That’s exactly why I want you to get on it.”

“Move your hand. Or I’ll break your wrist.”

He radiated a threatening energy like he actually might snap it if Haewon resisted further. Pushing his hand away, he dove between Haewon’s thighs.

Haewon’s legs were spread wide in front of him. His upper body jolted backward, collapsing. He slammed his palms on the table to keep himself up. Woojin dragged his hips closer and buried his face between Haewon’s legs.

“Ugh...!”

Half sprawled across the kitchen table, Haewon clutched at Woojin’s hair.

The face of the man he had longed for was now buried between his legs, licking and sucking at him with a hot, wet mouth.

The sheer unrealness of it made Haewon dizzy. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his hair. Woojin purposely slurped and sucked, loud enough to make Haewon’s ears burn.

“Not here, ah—here, I don’t want...!”

His legs lifted and fell over Woojin’s shoulders. Woojin took him into his mouth, licking and sucking hard.

“Ah, ahn, hyung, ah...!”

The moans that burst out hovered somewhere between crying, laughing, and sobbing. Haewon’s whole body trembled. Woojin looked up with his flushed face, wet with arousal.

“Haa...”

With urgency, he unzipped his pants. His cock strained against the fabric, begging to be freed. He yanked down his briefs and took out his hard, swollen length. Without a pause, he thrust into Haewon’s wet entrance.

“Hyung, aaah!”

Haewon clung to Woojin’s nape, his body falling back and knocking over cups and dishes. Woojin held his breath as he buried himself deep inside.

He pulled back for a moment, then slammed in again.

“Kgh!”

Their bodies locked together. A gasp tore from Haewon’s throat as he clung tightly to Woojin’s shoulders. He pressed hot lips to his collarbone, rubbed his cheek against his neck, mindless, rubbing his face against Woojin’s skin like he’d lost it.

With every deep thrust, sobs and whimpers burst out together.

“Ah, hyung, hyuuuung... ah, ahn...!”

Woojin’s clenched jaw ground tightly. His chest heaved.

He moved faster. The slick, tight heat inside wrapped around him like molten brain matter. Soft, narrow, burning. The friction tore through his nerves with savage pleasure.

When Haewon’s hips tried to back away, Woojin grabbed one asscheek and yanked him forward hard.

Pinned down, Haewon couldn’t budge. With each thrust, his walls squeezed tightly around Woojin’s cock. Harsh breaths escaped both of them.

“Ah, ahn! Nngh, hyung, Woojin hyung...!”

Haewon’s fingers tangled in Woojin’s neatly-combed hair, ruining it. He pulled hard, yanking at the roots, then lifted his head.

Their eyes locked.

Haewon’s tear-soaked gaze trembled, hazy from the force driving into him.

He twisted his face in pained ecstasy. Gripping the back of Woojin’s head, he pulled him down, moaning softly with parted lips as he pressed their mouths together.

“Ah, aaah... I like it. Kiss me.”

Woojin opened his mouth. Haewon’s tongue slipped inside, brushing against his own.

Woojin kissed him just as deeply as he fucked him—hot and violent. Their mouths opened wide, tongues twisting, lips soaked in spit. Woojin devoured his breath, his tongue.

As Haewon shut his eyes tight, tears streamed down his cheeks. His chest burned like it had swallowed fire. His head felt like it might explode. He clung to that mouth, that tongue, chasing it with everything in him. His grip on Woojin’s shoulders went bone white.

Their rhythm grew frenzied. Their hips collided fast and hard. Skin slapped against skin, wet, obscene.

Woojin bit Haewon’s lower lip, sucked it, swallowed it. His throat quivered as he gulped down both saliva and whimpers.

Haewon pulled back, panting.

“Outside... do it outside... ah, ah!”

“Haa, of course. Hghn, of course... ngh.”

His voice cracked with feverish pleading, begging Woojin not to finish inside. The pace intensified. Their breathing and heat threatened to explode.

Haewon’s fingers clawed desperately at his shirt, feeling the cock buried deep inside swell and thicken.

He shook his head, refusing.