AES Ch1.7

Heetae led Ryu Sihyeon to the dining room. After turning on the TV there, he handed the remote to Ryu Sihyeon and left. He went to the kitchen to prepare a simple salad, but thinking of the wine stored there, he also brought out cheese, ham, and other snacks for a light meal.

When Heetae returned to set the table, Ryu Sihyeon, feeling uneasy, insisted on doing it himself. It wasn’t hard, so Heetae told him to just sit, and Ryu Sihyeon sat down, looking around nervously. It was amusing how he kept worrying even though he was doing nothing. He was fun to tease. Heetae poured wine into Ryu Sihyeon’s glass and then into his own.

“Senior, let me pour for you.”

“It’s fine. It’s for those who want to drink, not for a drinking party.”

“…Do you like wine?”

“Yes.”

He took a sip of the flavorful wine. To the right of the table where he sat was a large window covering an entire wall. Enjoying a drink while looking at the snow-covered garden through that window was not bad. The atmosphere was good too. Ryu Sihyeon tried the wine and then started picking at the food in front of him. He was eating well, despite saying he had no appetite earlier.

“Thinking about it, I shouldn’t be giving alcohol to someone who’s hurt. That was my mistake.”

“It’s okay. I’m really fine.”

Seeing him defend it so vigorously, it seemed he liked the wine. Maybe he was really fine, as he claimed, but then his phone vibrated. He was going to ignore it, but it was from Shin Chaeyeon, so he answered. She was the type to keep calling if he didn’t pick up.

“Hey, Chaeyeon.”

— Hey, are you okay?

He asked in a puzzled voice as he walked out of the dining room.

“What do you mean?”

— I heard Sihyeon fell. Oh, the premiere is so close, it’s scary.

“Why ask me? Ask him directly.”

— No, I did, but he just said he’s fine. Someone else might see something different.

“He looks fine on the outside.”

— Everyone looks fine on the outside.

…So what am I supposed to do about it? Heetae let out a hollow laugh, finding it absurd. Exploring questions without answers wasn’t Seo Heetae’s forte.

“We’ll know if there’s internal damage when he goes to the hospital. It’s not something humans can tell.”

Since worrying wouldn’t change anything, he calmed Chaeyeon down, telling her to continue her work, then hung up. He didn’t know what Ryu Sihyeon’s test results would show tomorrow, but since he looked too skinny, he thought he should feed him something. He went to the kitchen, grabbed a bunch of snacks along with a bottle of whiskey, and returned to the dining room. He noticed the large band-aid on the back of Ryu Sihyeon’s neck under his black hair.

…Looking again, he wasn’t fine on the outside either. His hand naturally went to the white band-aid crossing Ryu Sihyeon’s neck. People want to touch white things. Ryu Sihyeon flinched at the touch, quickly turning around with wide eyes. His reaction was quicker than expected, which was amusing but also made Heetae feel a bit guilty for potentially hurting him. However, his expression suggested there was fun in teasing him.

He placed the items he brought in front of Ryu Sihyeon and sat opposite him. Ryu Sihyeon thanked him with a smile and ate well. Watching him make a funny face while eating a cracker with pate was cute. It’s not often you see someone chewing with such a serious expression.

Ryu Sihyeon’s phone, left idly on the table, had lost its owner’s attention. Glancing at the screen, Heetae saw it was a script. It was surprising in a way; he was reading his script even here.

“You’re very diligent.”

When Heetae gestured towards the phone, Ryu Sihyeon swallowed his cracker.

“I have a shoot tomorrow night.”

“How did you get into acting?”

“I naturally got into it through a club in high school.”

That was the end of it. Ryu Sihyeon’s words often left out details. It had always been like that. Heetae wished he’d talk more at length, but thinking about it, he rarely spoke about himself. That’s why Ryu Sihyeon was hard to understand.

Heetae observed Ryu Sihyeon, looking into his brown eyes. They were like Maria’s. The color of his eyes. Maria, Jeong Kiyeon’s dog, was named after the protagonist of “The Sound of Music.”

How would one solve a problem like Maria?

In the movie’s opening, the nuns say this about Maria. So, what about Ryu Sihyeon?

How should one deal with a problem named Ryu Sihyeon?

There’s never been a person Heetae found difficult. He’s never lost in dealings with people. Just like most stories have predictable endings, most people fall within a predictable range. So, even if Ryu Sihyeon is hard to understand, he should be a solvable problem.

Heetae turned off the TV, which had been murmuring in the background. Silence filled the room. Ryu Sihyeon looked at him with wide eyes, and Heetae smiled back.

“You didn’t seem to be watching it anyway.”

“Ah, right.”

“You said it’s okay to drink, right?”

Ryu Sihyeon nodded.

“If anything happens, it’s not on me.”

Heetae took out two glasses from the cupboard. He poured whiskey over ice for Ryu Sihyeon, who watched the glass fill and then thanked him. Heetae poured the rest into his own glass, saying:

“You said before that you’re different from Jang Icheon.”

This was said in front of the wine bar.

“Yes.”

“And then you said you’re similar.”

This was said in the TBS studio.

“Which one is true?”

Another reason Ryu Sihyeon was hard to understand was his inconsistent words and actions. The character named Ryu Sihyeon is full of contradictions. If Ryu Sihyeon were a role, it would be very challenging to act.

Placing the whiskey bottle on the table made a dull sound. Ryu Sihyeon still hadn’t spoken. Heetae watched him while sipping from his glass.

Ryu Sihyeon finally brought the glass to his lips. Heetae watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed the drink. People tend to be more honest when they drink. Believing that more truthful words would come out from now on, he waited for what Ryu Sihyeon would say.

Ryu Sihyeon set the glass down on the table. Finally, his lips parted.

“Everyone has similarities and differences, right? Isn’t that true for you and me, senior?”

“For you and me? In what way?”

He made a thoughtful expression. Indeed, they didn’t know each other well enough to pinpoint similarities or differences right away. “We’ll figure it out slowly in time,” Heetae answered for him. Ryu Sihyeon nodded slightly before speaking.

“Still, I’m very different from Jang Icheon.”

Every time he touched his wet glass, a trace was left on it.

“…How are you different?”

“Jang Icheon never gives up on what he wants. He’s someone who pretends to obey while waiting for the right moment for revenge, and pretends to love while holding a knife.”

Ryu Sihyeon’s gaze turned to the window. The large window covering one wall now showed the eerie falling snow. He spoke as if muttering to himself.

“But I give up… And I obey.”

After saying that, he took another sip of whiskey. His eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“What do you give up on, and what do you obey?”

As he asked, Heetae felt a sense of déjà vu. He had experienced something similar before. Ryu Sihyeon had said things that were hard to understand in the past. He sometimes spoke in incomplete or ambiguous sentences, like when he unexpectedly asked to be killed.

“You know, there are walls we face in life.”

Ryu Sihyeon’s lips curved into a smile, his expression somewhat scholarly. Was that how he described living a mundane life? Each of his words was hard to interpret.

What kind of character is Ryu Sihyeon? An actor must understand their character.

It was time to interpret the character named Ryu Sihyeon.

Heetae leaned forward towards the person sitting opposite him, speaking in a gentle voice.

“You must really love acting, not sparing your body.”

“No, you do it better, senior.”

Ryu Sihyeon gave a small laugh. Such responses were unproductive. Was he doing it on purpose?

Behind the lines of dialogue in a script lies subtext. An actor should be able to read and interpret subtext. But subtext isn’t just necessary for acting. Every language has subtext, and catching hidden subtext in reality can be exhilarating. It stimulates an actor’s instincts and, above all, is helpful in understanding people. But with Ryu Sihyeon, this was particularly difficult.

He had experienced something similar before. An experience with no background knowledge, like acting without knowing the script. In that exercise, you go on stage with a blank slate, with only one partner who, along with the professor, knows the play’s content. You have to deliver lines matching your partner’s, deducing your role and the scene’s background from their words without knowing the story. The chance of success might be low, but there’s only one way to win: to naturally continue acting while analyzing your partner’s every move. Based on that, you deduce the next scene scripted and deliver lines that lead to it. Seo Heetae had never failed in that practice.

It was similar now. This dining room with Ryu Sihyeon was a stage without a script and also a game. For the story to progress, you must move to the next scene, which requires finding the hidden meaning in the other’s words. If he finds that subtext, delivers the right lines, and moves the story according to Ryu Sihyeon’s script, he wins this game.

To win, you must first understand the characters, their goals, and the current setting. Night, indoors, at Seo Heetae’s villa, what story could unfold with Ryu Sihyeon and Seo Heetae? What would the next scene be in the script Ryu Sihyeon has in mind?

After pondering for a moment, Heetae spoke first.

“Honestly, it’s hard to understand, but don’t come following me to places like this. It’s dangerous to go to a stranger’s house.”

Ryu Sihyeon nodded without much fuss.

“That’s true.”

“Knowing that, why did you come?”

There was a gap here. While Ryu Sihyeon was silent, Heetae looked at his pretty nose and the lips closed beneath it. What meaning was hidden in Ryu Sihyeon’s silence?

He had thrown out that question as a test, and seeing him unable to answer, there might really be some ulterior motive.

“Come here.”

Heetae gestured to Ryu Sihyeon. Ryu Sihyeon, who had been in a daze, slowly got up and came over. Heetae rested his arm on the table, watching Ryu Sihyeon approach him from around the table. This sight was pleasing. The way he approached without hesitation. He didn’t miss a single movement of Ryu Sihyeon until he sat in the chair beside him. He met Ryu Sihyeon’s eyes, which were now looking at him intently.

“Sihyeon doesn’t seem to be very cautious.”

“Hmm… I guess not.”

Heetae’s lips curled up. Some sort of impulse stirred within him. Not a fully formed desire, but a subtle, lurking agitation.

“What do you want to do with me, Sihyeon?”

“Anything you want to do, senior.”

He countered unexpectedly, turning the arrow back to him.

Heetae glanced down at Ryu Sihyeon. He looked like a well-behaved cat sitting there, as if saying, tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.

Perhaps Ryu Sihyeon was playing his own game. Or maybe he genuinely wanted to know what Seo Heetae wanted. But what Heetae wanted to know was what Ryu Sihyeon wanted. That’s how he could win this game. He couldn’t let the drama proceed in a dull manner here.

“Would you let me hit you then?”

To his flippant remark, Ryu Sihyeon answered seriously:

“As long as there’s no visible mark. It would be problematic if it showed on screen…”

…What kind of person is this? Heetae touched his chin.

Come to think of it, Ryu Sihyeon had never refused anything suggested. He gave up his day off to come to Mapo at Jeong Kiyeon’s suggestion, and now he came here instead of going back home.

“Why go this far? Do you like me that much?”

The last part was said in jest, but Ryu Sihyeon pondered with a complex expression. And then he said:

“I guess so.”

Though it was a man saying it, it didn’t feel bad. For the first time, Ryu Sihyeon, who had made Seo Heetae feel mundane, was looking at him with the most well-behaved demeanor. It was amusing that the one he once thought was arrogant had turned into the most obedient cat.

“Then tell me what you want.”

“Just… treat me like a good junior.”

“That’s it? That’s boring. More than expected.”

Is that really what he wants? Given that he was already being treated well as a junior, it was almost as if he wanted nothing. It was strange for someone to want nothing at all.

He still couldn’t figure out what Ryu Sihyeon was thinking. Just when it seemed like he was being more honest, he would take on a defensive attitude again, making no progress. It seemed Seo Heetae hadn’t yet said what Ryu Sihyeon wanted to hear.

There was too little information about the character named Ryu Sihyeon. He started acting in high school, didn’t go to university, made a feature film at twenty-two and won several rookie awards… Since then, he did well. He lived alone for a long time, had close actor friends, claimed his bones were strong, and last year became a fan after watching a movie with Seo Heetae.

There’s this character named Ryu Sihyeon. And there’s Seo Heetae in relation to Ryu Sihyeon. Of the information he had, the last sentence was probably the key. Ryu Sihyeon, who claims to be Seo Heetae’s fan, Ryu Sihyeon speaking of submission in front of Seo Heetae. If a writer were to develop a story with these two, they would start with persuasion and allure…

“Since you’ve come this far, just say anything. Isn’t there something you want to do with me?”

After saying that, he paused to think. What would Shin Chaeyeon write in this situation? What line would make him speak honestly?

A line that strikes the truth. That’s what was needed.

Heetae met Ryu Sihyeon’s eyes. Time seemed to stretch in that moment. He heard Ryu Sihyeon swallow. Only then did Heetae smile charmingly, raising the corner of his mouth.

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

Ryu Sihyeon looked at Heetae blankly. While Heetae considered whether he had said the right line, Ryu Sihyeon finally spoke.

“If you want to…”

His voice and eyes trembled as he trailed off.

There it was.

He had spoken the right line. Heetae laughed with the thrill of it.

Thus, the scene took a new turn. Seo Heetae won this game. The scene in the night, indoors, in the dining room ended like that.

Naturally, the next scene would be a bed scene.

Heetae had lived a life without significant ups and downs. Most of life’s events were within predictable categories, so he always thought his life was rather uninteresting. Though not very exciting, it was comfortable. He had never felt mundane in comparison to others. Only Ryu Sihyeon broke that exception. Wasn’t Ryu Sihyeon’s life special and interesting? He had thought so.

Now, with Ryu Sihyeon’s submissive attitude, it felt like many things had shifted. Perhaps this would be the most unusual event in Seo Heetae’s life. Whether it would be interesting was still unknown, but it was certainly an unexpected development. In one word, it was a deviation.

Of course, he wasn’t entirely without hesitation. Having sex with Ryu Sihyeon in a normal manner was unlikely. He had never slept with a man, nor had he even imagined it. Yet, he didn’t want to avoid such an intriguing situation. His curiosity outweighed any vague reluctance. He didn’t know if Ryu Sihyeon had a taste for men, but he was curious about how he would act, so he decided to observe. He had no plans for anything more. Not approaching or making the first move was how Seo Heetae maintained control in relationships.

Heetae sat on the bed, waiting for Ryu Sihyeon. Since he had just showered, the air felt cold against his skin. The lights in the hallway were off, and the lighting in the bedroom was low. Outside the half-open door was pitch darkness. Heetae quietly watched the darkness flickering in the doorway. Waiting was quite enjoyable. He wasn’t really looking forward to it, but he was curious. It was a strange feeling.

Soon, he heard footsteps in the hallway. Then, with a creaking sound, Ryu Sihyeon entered. The crimson light illuminated Ryu Sihyeon’s face as he stood against the darkness. Seeing him approach in just a robe was quite different. His cautious steps stirred a sense of conquest.

Ryu Sihyeon stood right in front of Heetae. Heetae observed his neat face, which looked neither nervous nor indifferent. Should he start with a kiss? He was pondering when Ryu Sihyeon suddenly knelt. In a well-mannered posture, Ryu Sihyeon tugged at the string of Heetae’s robe. Heetae watched as he lifted the fabric and grabbed his genitals. The bold gesture didn’t match his face. Heetae smirked slightly. It was unexpected. That’s when he started to feel aroused.

“Do you want to do it with your mouth?”

“Yes.”

The answer came quickly from him. It was amusing how someone with such an innocent appearance could act like this. With the intent to see how well he could do it, Heetae looked down at him. Ryu Sihyeon, under that gaze, buried his face between Heetae’s legs. He stroked up the shaft once and kissed the tip. His attitude was more proactive than expected.

As Ryu Sihyeon rubbed his lips against Heetae’s member, the sensation of his soft lips was vivid. He kissed from the tip, moving up, then licked back down from the base. The wet sound of his tongue against the skin filled the quiet room, and the sensation of his warm, soft tongue made Heetae feel a throbbing below. The erection came quickly. He had wondered if it would be possible with him just moments before, but now he was getting more breathless from Ryu Sihyeon’s hands, lips, tongue, and this situation.

Ryu Sihyeon took the erect tip into his mouth. The sensation of his soft inner mouth and tongue wrapping around was electrifying. As he began to suck properly, Heetae felt the pleasure build. The suction was stronger than he expected, and the motion was skilled without hesitation. The warmth and softness inside his mouth and on his tongue were unfamiliar. He had never seen someone suck a cock so well. Was it natural talent, or was he experienced…? Internally, he concluded it was probably both.

As arousal intensified, he gripped Ryu Sihyeon’s shoulder firmly with his left hand. With his right, he touched his trembling hair. Eventually, Heetae’s hand moved to Ryu Sihyeon’s ear, tracing the curve of his nose. He could feel Ryu Sihyeon’s heated body temperature. He diligently caressed Heetae’s member, putting it in and out of his mouth. Then, suddenly stimulating the tip with his tongue, Heetae grabbed Ryu Sihyeon’s hair tightly.

Heetae looked down at Ryu Sihyeon as he took his member back into his mouth. Even just seeing his long eyelashes and the bridge of his nose in his downward gaze was obscene. He thought it would be nice to keep him between his legs, making him suck his cock for a lifetime… Ryu Sihyeon’s current appearance was stirring up the most base fantasies.

Just as he thought this, Ryu Sihyeon looked up at him. His gaze, looking up with the same innocent eyes while holding Heetae’s member in his mouth, was lewd.

Damn it.

This guy was truly a fox. Behind that innocent face, there might be dozens of tails. Otherwise, how could he act like this? It must have been planned since he knelt down or even since he followed to this villa.

He took Heetae’s entire member into his mouth. Heetae felt his fully erect member reach Ryu Sihyeon’s throat. Despite the potential for gagging, Ryu Sihyeon tightened his throat around it, giving him stimulation while continuously licking the shaft with the tip of his tongue.

His occasional heavy breathing was erotic. Since Heetae hadn’t expected him to be this good with his mouth, the unexpected arousal was intense. He felt like he was about to come, but he didn’t tell Ryu Sihyeon and let him continue until he came in his mouth.

Heetae was about to hand Ryu Sihyeon a tissue from the nightstand, but before he could even grab one, Ryu Sihyeon swallowed the semen in his mouth without any hesitation, so naturally. Heetae, a bit taken aback, said:

“Why swallow it? It must taste bad.”

Ryu Sihyeon wiped his mouth with the tissue Heetae had handed to him, then looked up at Heetae and answered calmly:

“It’s not bad.”

A slight chuckle escaped Heetae. Was he saying that on purpose? Could any man not react to such words? He felt himself getting hard again. Something inside him, like a broken brake, stirred – was it desire, anticipation, or excitement? He couldn’t tell. It felt like that unknown something he had kept locked away had been waiting for Ryu Sihyeon to break through the wall.

Heetae usually didn’t have sex during shooting periods, especially not with co-actors. It was a rule for maintaining a stable acting career. But he decided to deviate from his routine just this once. One deviation wouldn’t cause any major issues. It was just once, after all.

He looked down at Ryu Sihyeon at his feet, who was adjusting his loosened robe. He smiled faintly at the sight. Why bother fixing it when he was going to take it off anyway? It was cute and amusing. While thinking, ‘What kind of person is this?’, he was also pleased by the fact that Ryu Sihyeon was kneeling before him. Maybe there was a god after all, to drop such a person in front of Seo Heetae.

Heetae watched Ryu Sihyeon finish his task, retying the string of his robe. When it seemed like he was done, Heetae wrapped his arms around Ryu Sihyeon’s waist, who was kneeling between his legs. He heard Ryu Sihyeon mumble a small “Ah.” Suppressing the urge to laugh at the silly sound, Heetae lifted him and laid him on the bed.

With a soft “thud,” the white sheets rustled slightly. Ryu Sihyeon blinked with wide eyes. Heetae sat beside the fallen Ryu Sihyeon and slowly untied the knot of his robe. Once the knot was undone, he pulled the string away. Slowly, the string that had served as a belt around his waist slipped off. It felt like he was a groom untying his bride’s garment.

Soon, the string lay limp on the bed sheets. Without anything to hold it together, Ryu Sihyeon’s already loose robe opened wider. Through the gap, his white chest and stomach were vividly visible. Heetae dropped the string from his hand outside the bed. Ryu Sihyeon’s eyes followed the string’s fall before returning to Heetae. Heetae gave him a sly smile, implying, ‘What a waste of effort to tie it back up.’ Ryu Sihyeon just stared back at him blankly, like a broken clock. Even without much reaction, it was amusing to tease him.

Heetae threw off his own robe and climbed over Ryu Sihyeon. He opened the front of Ryu Sihyeon’s robe to look at his naked body. From above, the purity of the sheets combined with Ryu Sihyeon’s white body looked like a good match.

He had never been with a man before, but he decided to go with the flow from here. Sex is sex, isn’t it? Starting light, he kissed Ryu Sihyeon’s eyes. Then, he continued with kisses along his cheeks and jawline.

“Ah, wait…”

Ryu Sihyeon suddenly spoke. Heetae, who had his lips on Ryu Sihyeon’s collarbone, looked up to meet his gaze.

“Don’t you want this?”

While asking, Heetae gently stroked Ryu Sihyeon’s waist with his hand.

“…No.”

Heetae gave a relaxed smile. His hand, which had been caressing Ryu Sihyeon’s back, gradually moved upward.

“If you don’t want it, we won’t do it.”

In truth, he had no intention of stopping. He didn’t feel the need to be that considerate between men, and he wanted to do it his way. He only mentioned it as a matter of basic manners, not with any intention of letting him go at this point. And he was certain Ryu Sihyeon wouldn’t back out here either. He had walked in here on his own and said he wanted it, didn’t he?

Heetae watched Ryu Sihyeon, pretending to be patient, pretending to respect his opinion, while running his thumb along Ryu Sihyeon’s side. He felt the soft skin, the body trembling at his touch, and the rising temperature. There was no way they could stop now.

“No, please continue.”

Finally, the words came out of his mouth.

“You’re not scared or anything, right?”

“No.”

Normally, he would have asked a few more times, but not now. There was no way he was genuinely scared. Not with how well he sucked cock; this couldn’t be his first time. Heetae resumed kissing along his neat shoulder line. Each time his lips touched, Ryu Sihyeon’s skin shivered. Ryu Sihyeon smelled good, a strange mix of musk and citrus. He liked the scent so he buried his face in Ryu Sihyeon’s shoulder and inhaled deeply.

“Ah… uh.”

Ryu Sihyeon moaned even though Heetae hadn’t done much. Heetae smiled to himself as he moved his kisses from Ryu Sihyeon’s prominent collarbone down to his chest. He kissed his chest and then sucked on his nipple. Ryu Sihyeon trembled with a moan. Heetae barely held back his laughter. He was so cute for feeling it even there. He sucked on the other nipple a bit more before gently biting it.

“Ah, ah!”

Seeing him feel more than expected gave Heetae a thrill. His erect nipples seemed to crave more attention. Heetae rubbed his tongue against the nipples while grabbing Ryu Sihyeon’s ass. The feel was not bad, firm yet soft to the touch.

Feeling the tension in the muscles under his hand, he kneaded Ryu Sihyeon’s ass gently to relax him. As Ryu Sihyeon’s body loosened up, Heetae’s hand slowly moved towards the nearby hole. When his finger touched the rim, Ryu Sihyeon’s body flinched. Heetae watched Ryu Sihyeon, gently touching that spot. Ryu Sihyeon was already panting heavily.

Seeing Ryu Sihyeon’s face contorted with pleasure made Heetae want to thrust in quickly, but he chuckled at the realization he hadn’t even thought of a condom. He had been too distracted by this young man. He had overused the excuse that foreplay was a courtesy. His erection was already full, and he couldn’t delay any longer. He reached for the nightstand, pulled out a condom and some lube, and said:

“I’ll make it not hurt.”

Of course, he wasn’t sure if that was possible. Spreading Ryu Sihyeon’s legs, who was lying down, he positioned himself between them. He applied the lube to the hole and slowly inserted his member. Looking down at Ryu Sihyeon, he saw his chest heaving. Ryu Sihyeon took deep breaths, trembling his lips as he exhaled.

“Ah.”

He moaned again. Even before half of it was in, Ryu Sihyeon was trembling. Heetae leaned over him and pushed his member in further. The deeper he went, the more he felt the tight walls squeezing him. He kissed Ryu Sihyeon’s cheek, nose, and eyes alternately while looking at his face. It was a way to soothe him since it seemed to hurt a little.

“Relax.”

At Heetae’s soft whisper, Ryu Sihyeon nodded. As his member went in all the way, Ryu Sihyeon made a whimpering sound. His eyes were red as if tears might spill at any moment. Seeing him like this for the first time felt strange.

“It won’t hurt after a while. Tell me if it hurts.”

Honestly, he couldn’t be sure since he had never done this with a man before, but he figured Ryu Sihyeon must have enjoyed it if he wanted to do it. After confirming Ryu Sihyeon’s nod, Heetae started thrusting. Each time he pushed in, the inside gripped his member. He liked the pressure, the tightness. He thrust deeper, and each time, Ryu Sihyeon’s hips lifted.

“Huh, ah.”

The sound of his breathing mixed with moans was pleasant to hear. Heetae kissed Ryu Sihyeon’s neck, taking in his scent. Everything about him was stimulating – his scent, his sounds. Heetae, trying to control his own rough breathing, asked:

“What scene are you shooting tomorrow?”

“Slush fund, with Chairman Yoo, ah.”

Ryu Sihyeon’s words were cut off by a moan.

“Meeting Jang Yijin, uh.”

Thinking that leaving any marks on his neck would be a problem, Heetae removed his lips from Ryu Sihyeon’s neck. It would be troublesome if it showed on screen. Instead, while looking at Ryu Sihyeon’s face, flushed with pleasure, he increased the speed of his thrusts. With each movement in and out, Ryu Sihyeon seemed overwhelmed. His erection was already pressed against his stomach, leaking pre-cum. Seeing this in front of him made Heetae even more excited. It was good that he could feel what was being done to him, but seeing such an immediate and visual response was driving him crazy.

A sense of satisfaction and conquest overwhelmed Heetae. The white legs trembling aimlessly, the moist brown eyes, the reddened corners of his eyes – all of Ryu Sihyeon was helplessly under him. Everything was too stimulating. Heetae watched Ryu Sihyeon until he climaxed, spilling semen over his stomach. Before Ryu Sihyeon’s orgasm even subsided, Heetae lifted his legs over his shoulders. As Ryu Sihyeon breathed heavily, the semen on his stomach dribbled down towards his chest. He hadn’t even come yet, but he hadn’t expected to see such a scene so soon. It was visually very effective sex.

Unable to wait for Ryu Sihyeon’s breathing to calm down, Heetae thrust into him again quickly. He thought he was penetrating deep into Ryu Sihyeon’s body. Heetae reached out and touched Ryu Sihyeon’s lower abdomen, feeling around as if to gauge how deep his member was going. When he touched a certain spot, Ryu Sihyeon made a subtle sound.

“If it’s too painful, tell me.”

“Uh, yes.”

After one climax, Heetae took out another condom. He put it on his quickly re-erected member and pushed back into Ryu Sihyeon’s softened hole. The now relaxed walls took his member well. He was about to continue with the same rhythm but changed his mind. With his member still inside, he pulled Ryu Sihyeon up to sit on top of him. Ryu Sihyeon moaned softly during this position change. Whether it was from pleasure or pain, Heetae didn’t know, nor did it matter. Now sitting on him, Ryu Sihyeon wobbled a bit before placing his hands on Heetae’s shoulders. His touch was hot.

Sitting face-to-face like this, he could see Ryu Sihyeon’s face even better than before. Heetae looked up at Ryu Sihyeon’s moist eyelashes, admiring his flushed face while holding his hips with both hands. Ryu Sihyeon flinched at his touch, almost making Heetae laugh. There were two things Ryu Sihyeon was good at besides acting. One was feeling pleasure during sex. The other was:

Making people want him.

“Move.”

Ryu Sihyeon hesitantly started to move his hips. He seemed inexperienced with this position. Heetae chuckled at his awkward movements. How should he teach this?

“You’re clumsy.”