Chapter 115: Want to come with me?
by GideonPerhaps my relentless pursuit had finally worn him down, because he leaned in and whispered against my ear.
“…Don’t give them permission…”
The unexpected words left my mind reeling. Permission for what?
Jubin swallowed hard, leaning back to meet Zion’s gaze as steadily as he could.
“Zion, what did I do wrong?”
Zion’s brown eyes, tinged with green, darkened with a sudden, raw intensity.
“Don’t give anyone else permission to touch your body.”
What the hell is he talking about?
Jubin’s mind spun, unable to process the words. The trembling warning sent a chill of confusion through him.
“Have I… slept with anyone else?”
The question was so absurdly accusatory that he could only stare in disbelief. It hadn’t even rained lately, and he’d been shuttling between home and the set for filming.
Could I have gone into heat without realizing it? Was I acting like a crazy bastard without knowing?
A whirlwind of thoughts raced through his mind, but he still couldn’t grasp why the other man was so furious.
“What else could it be? Do you think I’m cheating on you behind your back?”
The words felt bitter even as he spoke them.
He’d held back his desire to hold Do Zion because of the filming schedule. He’d resisted the urge to kiss him, choosing instead to watch him sleep, exhausted from the day’s work. He’d even suppressed his confessions of love, fearing they’d sound like childish complaints. And yet, all he got in return was suspicion.
His throat tightened with a lump of hurt, though he refused to let tears fall.
“Who the hell do you think I’ve been sleeping with?”
“But you did… earlier…”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
Suddenly, the memory of Actor Park’s hands wiping the spilled beer off Jubin’s clothes flashed through his mind. He had assumed it was just a hurried, helpful gesture, never once suspecting any impure intentions. After all, the man was a Beta, and people often stepped in to help when someone else was flustered.
But Zion, watching from the sidelines, had seen it very differently.
“Were you jealous of Chan-gyu?” Zion murmured, his voice heavy with gloom as he rested his forehead against Jubin’s shoulder. “I can’t even touch you because I’m too afraid I’ll ruin you… so why did you let him touch you? And on your thigh, no less…”
The only thing missing from his words was the word hate. The rest was pure resentment.
“You even let go of the hand I was holding…”
Shouldn’t you let go before anyone sees? Jubin could have said it, but he knew even a common-sense remark like that would only hurt Zion more right now. So, he held his tongue.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, Zion.”
Jubin pulled him into a tight embrace, peppering his lips with tender, lingering kisses.
“I’m sorry I didn’t understand how you felt. I’m sorry I let someone else touch me like that. I’ll make it up to you.”
Is he feeling any better? Hoping to soothe him further, Jubin slid his hand down without hesitation, reaching for Zion’s waist.
“Want to go together?”
Zion gave a small nod. At the silent permission, Jubin’s fingers worked deftly, unbuckling Zion’s pants. He freed the precious length straining against the fabric of his boxers and gently tucked it under the hem of his own shirt.
If he comes, Jubin thought, I’ll just use my own clothes to clean him up. He’s wearing the new outfit I bought him, after all.
Their lips met again, this time with a desperate longing. Their mouths locked in a slow, deep kiss, eyes fixed on each other, while below, their bodies moved with a frantic urgency.
Their cocks pressed against each other, the friction heightening their sensitivity until both were fully erect. A jolt of electric pleasure shot through Jubin, making him shudder.
“Ah, ugh!”
He couldn’t help but throw his head back.
“Shh. You’re being too loud,” the other whispered softly in his ear, a gentle yet firm warning.
The sudden awareness that someone might see them sent a fresh wave of arousal through Jubin, and a surprising amount of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock.
“Are you turned on, hyung?”
“…You’re the same,” Jubin gasped.
“You’re right. I’m in heat for you.”
“Hurry up… someone’s going to come.”
As his hand squeezed Jubin’s cock, the pleasure threatened to scramble his brain.
“Hngh… Keep going. Hurry.”
The pent-up desire and desperation tore through his mind, pulling him backward. The violent surge from below signaled his climax was imminent.
“Haa… Hyung. Are you gonna come?”
“…Ngh, I’m at my limit.”
“Hold it for a bit. Let’s go together.”
He gripped Jubin’s penis, pressing his nail firmly against the head to block the flow.
“Haa… Fine, just…”
The pressure to finish quickly clashed with the pleasure of being pushed even further.
Throb. Throb. The pleasure surged, overwhelming him until there was nowhere left to run and no way to hold back. Jubin sobbed.
“On, I can’t take it anymore.”
His cock, rock-hard from holding back, felt like it was about to burst.
Jubin’s breath came in ragged gasps, his head thrown back as he struggled to catch his breath, his body pushed to its absolute limit.
“On… Hyung… I can’t…”
The words I can’t take it anymore died in his throat, replaced by a broken moan.
“Ah…!”
The tension that had been building within him finally snapped. A white-hot explosion of pleasure erupted in his mind, sending jolts of ecstasy cascading down his spine. As the unbearable pressure gave way, a thick, hot stream spilled out.
Zion, who had also been holding back, let out a sharp, ragged breath as he finally released.
The sudden release of tension left Jubin weak, his body slumping against Zion’s shoulder. Fearing his semen would soak the sheets, Jubin tugged the hem of his shirt down, discreetly wiping his abdomen.
“Don’t let anyone else touch you again,” Zion said. “I hate the smell of other people on you.”
Jubin remembered the handkerchief Zion had handed him earlier, its fabric saturated with his pheromones. He did that on purpose, Jubin realized, a faint smile touching his lips.
“…Okay, I’ll be careful. Let’s finish the rest at home.”
Jubin carefully pulled off his shirt and thoroughly wiped his stomach and thighs. After cleaning the car seat with the wet wipes he always kept on hand, he changed into the new clothes Zion had brought.
“All dressed? Ready to go?”
Just as Zion opened the car door, Jubin hurriedly stopped him.
“Ah! Zion. I need to tell you something.”
A nicer setting would have been better, but if he missed this chance, their schedules would clash again, and he’d lose the timing.
“I’ve decided to take the role in Iconic Mood.”
The air, still warm, seemed to freeze. For a moment, the silence stretched, feeling strangely long.
“Are you serious?” he asked, staring at her in disbelief.
“Yeah. I decided today.”
Only after her confirmation did his face finally relax, a smile spreading across his lips. He chuckled softly, still looking stunned, as if he couldn’t believe it.
“I was going to back out if anyone else got cast…”
“Why would you give up such a great role? You should take the chance.”
He shook his head resolutely.
“I don’t want to fall in love with anyone else—even if it’s just acting. No, I can’t. I won’t.”
So he’s decided this is his last romance of this lifetime.
What a stubborn, heavy-hearted man. That’s why I love him, though.
Do Zion was as meticulous and demanding when choosing his co-stars as he was when selecting his projects. A star of his caliber could afford to be picky, but for Jubin, such a luxury was still a distant dream.
“It’s just acting, Zion.”
“It would still make me uncomfortable. I know I wouldn’t be able to focus. It’s better to let another actor have the opportunity than to risk ruining the project.”
Jubin stroked his hair soothingly, murmuring, “Alright, alright. I get it.”
“I even asked the director to hold off on the press release for a day because I wanted you to be the first to know. Did I do a good job, hyung?”
He pulled Jubin in by the nape of his neck, and without a second thought, their lips met.
Their tongues, soft and slick, tangled in a tender, lingering kiss. This time, Jubin was the one to gently pull away.
“Sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner. I was just too hungry for your pheromones.”
It felt so much better to be honest with him now.
“Let’s go home soon. I want to do more.”
“We should at least say goodbye before we leave.”
“Are you sad it’s the last day?”
“Yeah, a little. Stay with me.”
The fogged-up window, a testament to their passion, quickly cleared.
After confirming their love in the car, they changed into fresh clothes and returned to the company dinner as if nothing had happened.
The party was in full swing, and with everyone demanding to know where they’d been, they couldn’t sneak away again.
Zion seemed eager for the company dinner to end, while Jubin, reluctant to let the night end, stayed until the very last drink, mingling with his colleagues.
“Soju and meat are done! Next up, beer and dried pollack!”
Do-won led the group to the next spot, but Zion had reached his limit.
As a drunken Jubin tried to follow the others, Zion practically kidnapped him, hauling him into the car to take him home.
Oblivious to Zion’s growing impatience, Jubin passed out in the car, completely wasted.
He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open as he reacted to the thick wave of Zion’s pheromones washing over him.
“Hyung, let me hold you.”
“Mm… Where are we?”
“Home.”
Zion lifted Jubin into his arms. So used to being carried like this by Zion, Jubin instinctively wrapped his arms tightly around Zion’s neck and nuzzled his lips against the crook of his neck.
“Zion… you waited a long time, didn’t you?”
“You knew that, yet you’re still entertaining everyone else’s drunken antics? You’re making me jealous.”
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