Midday Guest Chapter 72

His breathing gradually grew ragged. As the sensation of almost entering—teasingly brushing past—continued, his body heated up to the point of trembling uncontrollably.

The egg tarts had long been pushed to the back of his mind. Yiwon lay face down, cheek pressed against the kitchen island, waiting for Cha Seokjoo to insert himself.

Cha Seokjoo moved leisurely. The more he did, the more Yiwon’s breathing quickened and his senses sharpened to a keen edge. He wished the man would just touch him and go inside as he had before.

A large hand slid forward. Cha Seokjoo wrapped his hand around Yiwon’s turgid, throbbing penis and slowly pressed his lower body against him. It was getting hard to endure any longer. Yiwon pushed his hips back, moving closer to him.

“…Hurry.”

“I’m starting to think the reward for holding back all day is worth it.”

Then, he adjusted his grip on Yiwon’s waist with both hands. Stroking the thick, fully grown cock with his palm, he tapped between Yiwon’s buttocks. The glans, made slick from being soaked in pre-cum, pressed down firmly against the tightly closed folds.

The flickering hole nipped at the glans. At the same time an exclamation burst from Yiwon’s mouth, Cha Seokjoo used the strength of his hips to part the inner walls and enter. The path, already softened and loosened, accepted the intruder without difficulty.

The body, tamed by penetration, reached a peak climax the moment it took the cock in. Floundering in his spot, Yiwon exhaled with a flushed face, his cheek pressed against the natural stone countertop.

Cha Seokjoo held Yiwon’s waist and moved slowly. While the large mass of flesh thoroughly scraped here and there against the inner walls, Yiwon heated up easily, his eyes rolling back as he repeatedly spilled fluid.

“Ah, heut… Director, Director.”

The fingers gripping the kitchen island turned white from the strength used to hold himself up.

“…Director, uht, uung….”

“Why do you keep calling me.”

“My knees, they hurt.”

The thumping thrusts stopped, and he felt a gaze over his shoulder. Cha Seokjoo’s eyes were lowered toward Yiwon’s knees, which were braced against the side of the island.

“Let’s… change places… uht.”

“Where.”

“Somewhere close, anywhere.”

The cock that had been filling his body scraped against the inner walls as it pulled out. The moment the crown of the glans brushed against Yiwon’s most sensitive spot, his knees buckled.

Cha Seokjoo stood facing Yiwon. He used one foot to strip the rest of Yiwon’s pants off and slid his hands under his armpits.

“Wrap your arms around my neck.”

“What?”

“Hurry.”

Then, lifting Yiwon up with pure strength, he supported him by the buttocks. Aiming the glans at the hole that had snapped shut in an instant, he inserted himself as if driving it straight down.

“Ah, uht!”

Holding the struggling Yiwon firmly in his arms, he headed toward the living room. The moment his back touched the sofa, their bodies meshed even deeper.

“Ah, huu… uht.”

While he trapped Yiwon by the nape and waist to swallow his lips, the robe he had been wearing slid open, revealing bare skin.

Yiwon wrapped his arms inside the robe and held him tight. Fingers sliding into his hair tickled Yiwon as if in praise. His eyes closed automatically.

“Ah, why does this feel so good?”

“Huu, me too… I like it… too…. uht.”

“Open your mouth.”

“Ah, uht.”

Leaning over, Cha Seokjoo held Yiwon in his arms and showered him with kisses. It was a weightiness that made it hard to believe this was skinship shared between people who had been apart for only half a day.

Once his body touched a comfortable spot, only pleasure remained from then on. Yiwon wrapped his legs around Cha Seokjoo’s waist and went limp languidly. While the cock moved in and out of the tight hole without rest, semen and clear fluid poured out from Yiwon’s penis in turns.

The weight grew increasingly intense. He reached a point where his mind went white and he felt an illusion like a bomb about to explode. Cha Seokjoo concentrated on the movement of his hips without a word, hugging Yiwon tightly. Without pulling the cock out, he drove it in even deeper and increased his speed rapidly.

Splat, thwack. Along with the sound of flesh clashing, a stifled groan burst from Cha Seokjoo. Simultaneously, Yiwon let out a cry as the semen of both men shot out together.

Both were a mess of sweat, but they didn’t care. The two, who felt each other’s breath while keeping their lips pressed together for a while, threw off their clothes as if they had reached an agreement without speaking. The knit and short-sleeved shirt Yiwon had been wearing, and even the robe that had been precariously hanging off Cha Seokjoo’s body—all of it.

Cha Seokjoo, pressing his bare skin close, lifted himself and pulled his cock out. Watching the white semen spill out of the hole that had ripened red from holding his member, he swept it back in with his fingers.

As he stared at that sight, Cha Seokjoo’s cock began to lift its head again. After sliding his palm up the shaft, he aligned the glans with the hole and put strength into his hips.

As expected, it seemed the effort of coming back early was worth it. With that thought, he pushed the pillar of flesh all the way in. It was a night where the hands reaching out to hang onto him felt infinitely sweet.

The next day, when Yiwon woke up, he was left alone in bed.

A chilly breeze brushed against the nape of his neck. He readjusted the blanket and looked around. Cha Seokjoo was nowhere to be seen, and the clubhouse was quiet.

Did he leave already? He could have at least said good morning.

He buried his face in the pillow and dozed off for a bit. When he woke up again, two hours had passed.

Groping around to find his phone, he saw a message had arrived.

Cha Seokjoo: I ordered room service.

He rolled his body from the bed toward the bed stool. In a posture where he just reached out while lying down, he found clothes to put on and went out to the dining table.

A breakfast buffet was set up in the kitchen. The food in the food warmers was prepared in an amount that was neither lacking nor excessive.

It would have been nice to eat together. As if his words yesterday about only working without being able to eat weren’t a lie, it somehow seemed difficult to even make time for a single meal together.

Yiwon: Thank you.

Yiwon: I’ll enjoy the food.

Yiwon, who finished his meal while looking at his phone, stood up. He planned to go sightseeing at a different location today.

Having gone on a tour yesterday made it much easier today. He familiarly boarded a tram to travel around the city center and visited landmarks that appeared in movies one by one.

He ate wonton noodles and seasoned bok choy at a shop easily found on the streets of Hong Kong. He also had a glass of beer. After eating his fill, Yiwon headed to the counter.

Opening his wallet to take out his debit card, Yiwon suddenly gasped in embarrassment.

“……”

The debit card was snapped perfectly in half. As if someone had cut it on purpose. On the back, a Post-it note was attached.

[Since I’m curious what the baby is up to]

There was no worse handwriting than this. Yiwon stared at it for a long time before he was finally able to read the message.

“…No, but still, to do it like this….”

What should he do? While he hesitated, the checkout line behind him grew longer. The employee’s glare also became stinging. Yiwon had no choice but to pull out Cha Seokjoo’s black card.

After coming outside, he checked his phone. The message he sent in the morning was still in an unread state, but he sent more messages in succession.

Yiwon: I used your card, Director.

Yiwon: But what are you going to do about my card?

Yiwon: I still have days left in Hong Kong and I don’t have another card.

He sent a string of emoticons pouring out harsh words. At the moment he was about to turn away without much expectation, vrr, the notification sound for an incoming message rang. The messages he sent had already changed to a read state.

Cha Seokjoo: I saw it.

Cha Seokjoo: Just keep using the black one.

Cha Seokjoo: That’ll work.

Yiwon: What do you know about what I’m going to buy to say that?

Cha Seokjoo: Seeing the first payment notification, it looks obvious enough.

Cha Seokjoo: Go ahead and use it to your heart’s content.

Cha Seokjoo: I’m curious too.

Cha Seokjoo, talking about the “black one” and saying he could just use his card, didn’t seem affected in the slightest.

Yiwon chuckled and was about to send a reply saying, “Then I’m going to go eat dessert,” when messages arrived from Cha Seokjoo one after another.

Cha Seokjoo: I’ll be late today, sleep first.

The letters became busy again. Yiwon replied “Yes” and turned around.

He had eaten a delicious meal, and it was about time to go for some evening sightseeing. However, having lost interest in traveling alone, he stood idly and stared at the street.

Due to the nature of the tourist area, there were many people walking around in pairs. They took photos of each other and shared food. Yiwon, taking in that sight, toyed with his phone and thought.

…For some reason, it doesn’t seem very fun.

Yiwon wandered around until evening and then returned to the clubhouse.

Cha Seokjoo, who said he would be late today, didn’t send any particular contact until it was nearly midnight. The fried noodles he had bought to eat together just in case were becoming stiff on the kitchen island.

Looking at the message content, it seemed he would come in today. Yiwon, sitting on the sofa, decided to play games on his phone and wait for Cha Seokjoo.

And around the time it passed 2:00 AM, he heard the sound of a car arriving outside. Checking through the window overlooking the area below, Cha Seokjoo was getting out of the back seat and talking with the staff.

Unlike usual, he had a cigarette in his mouth, and his neat attire was disheveled here and there.