Chapter 118: A Night with No Room to Breathe
by Gideon“Endure it.”
His voice, low and dark, and his now-ragged breathing boasted that he was still very much in the game.
The muscles in Jubin’s inner thighs and lower glutes spasmed and contracted as he tried to hold on, feeling like they would truly burst.
“Hah… I can’t… take any more…!”
Finally, all the strength left his body, and he collapsed onto the other man. At the same time, the man rolled Jubin onto his side, pulling him close as he withdrew his cock.
“Hah…”
Is it over? The relief was short-lived.
One of Jubin’s legs was hoisted up by the man’s hand, and a stronger thrust pierced him from below.
“Ugh—!”
My ass is going to break.
After that, he relentlessly drove himself in and out of Jubin’s body, repeating the act over and over.
“Ugh, hah, ah!”
No matter how loose I am, it’s hard to breathe when his head is buried all the way up to my solar plexus.
Jubin gripped the sheets, fighting to hold on.
“Jubin hyung…”
The voice calling his name was completely wrecked. Do Zion really planned to finish me off today.
From the moment he’d surrendered his body, it had been a battle of willpower.
“Cha Jubin…!”
The cock scraping against his insides as it withdrew was brutal.
And yet, Jubin loved it. The more he struggled to take him in, the more he felt an overwhelming sense of being loved with his entire body.
When Zion pulled him into a crushing embrace, the thrusting that had seemed endless finally reached its climax.
Zion let out a ragged breath, and the cock buried inside him slid all the way out. At the same time, a warm liquid spilled down Jubin’s thighs.
He must have held back for so long, because he came in several waves, the volume immense.
Jubin trembled slightly.
Hot breath, sweat-slicked skin, and a mess of sticky semen splattered over their heated bodies.
“Haa… haa…”
Zion’s heavy gasps echoed in Jubin’s ear, sounding so damn sexy that Jubin desperately wanted to grab his cheeks and kiss him. But he was too drained to even move.
As they caught their breath, Jubin watched in horror as Zion’s cock twitched and stirred again.
“You just…”
The rest of the sentence died in his throat, his breath too short to finish.
“Hyung, can you take more?”
Is he a beast or something?
Jubin was simply stunned that Zion still had the energy.
At the cautious plea, Jubin let out a soft sigh and smiled.
“…On. You’re gonna kill me with a bok-sang-sa at this rate…”
After his cock slipped out, Jubin’s entrance remained swollen and open, unable to close properly. A mixture of semen and arousal fluid dripped down his thigh.
“If it’s too much, you can just lie down and take it,” Zion murmured.
His pheromones, now thick and cloying once more, sent another wave of arousal through Jubin.
“Are you… using your pheromones on purpose?”
“I just wanted it to hurt less.”
The previous round had been so intense it was almost unbearable, but there was no pleasure quite like it. Let me just throw myself into his arms and cry for mercy, Jubin thought. If it’s Do Zion, dying of pleasure wouldn’t be so bad.
Struggling to contain the lingering heat, Jubin slowly pushed himself up.
“Just do it.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah. If you want it, you should just take it.”
Jubin reached for the condom he’d hidden by the headboard and tore the packet open with his teeth.
“Let’s use a condom from now on. It would be a disaster if anything happened during the exhibition.”
The night was a seamless, breathless rush, completely sating the starved affection they’d built up during the shoot.
Late morning. It was winter, so even the slightest sliver of a toe peeking out from under the covers sent a chill through Jubin’s entire body.
Instinctively, he shifted, wriggling closer to Zion’s warmth. Zion readily opened his arms to welcome him in.
“Hyung, wake up. You need to eat…” Zion murmured, his voice husky and thick with sleep. He gently tugged the blanket up to Jubin’s shoulders, worried he’d catch a chill.
Jubin shook his head, burrowing deeper into Zion’s embrace. “Five more minutes…”
He tightened his hold on Zion’s back, terrified of losing the warmth.
“You really can’t stand the cold, can you?” Zion’s hand stroked the messy hair at the back of Jubin’s head, a tender gesture that sent a wave of drowsiness washing over him again.
“I hate the cold the most,” Jubin mumbled.
“Want me to keep you warm?”
He buried his face in the crook of Jubin’s neck, nuzzling him with a low, needy murmur. The red marks and bite wounds from his night of ravaging were still stark against the skin.
Is he trying to mark me?
His lips and tongue pulled at the soft flesh, trailing steadily downward.
Ah, I should stop him— but Jubin’s brain was already betraying him. Just shut up and take it, you idiot. Let Do Zion do whatever he wants.
Jubin trembled, a soft moan escaping his lips at the warmth of Zion’s breath.
“Ugh… ah…”
His left hand, which had been trying to push Zion’s shoulder away, slipped, and the chain bracelet on his wrist slid down.
“Oh…?”
Jubin’s gaze was momentarily stolen by the unfamiliar bracelet. It was a piece from a famous brand, its design both subtle and sophisticated.
The sensation of Zion sucking on the head of his still-flaccid cock beneath the covers was vivid and sharp.
“…Wait, hold on!”
Jubin yanked the covers aside and stared down at the man positioned between his legs, his eyes wide with shock.
The man, whose eyes were tinged brown in the morning light, looked up as if asking, Are you finally awake? and let go of the penis he had been sucking.
Jubin abruptly held out his wrist, displaying the bracelet fastened around it.
“…What’s this?”
“A bracelet.”
Who doesn’t know it’s a bracelet? That’s not what I’m asking. Upon closer inspection, he saw their initials delicately engraved on it.
“Don’t tell me…”
The man pulled out an identical chain from the headboard, offering it as if asking Jubin to put it on.
“That’s right. A couple’s item.”
So he has no intention of hiding our relationship anymore. Jubin smiled faintly, finding the gesture both cute and heartwarming. Sensing his reaction, the man added in a small voice, “…I was going to get rings, but I held back.”
Moments like this reminded Jubin that he was still, without a doubt, the younger one.
He had no filter when it came to his emotions, and he certainly had no intention of hiding them. I’d been waiting for the right moment to have a serious talk with him, and this was it.
“If CEO Park finds out about this, I’ll have to pay double the penalty for breach of contract.”
Just a moment ago, his eyes had been a clear brown. Now, they had darkened to the color of wet leaves, his gaze sinking with a heavy, somber emotion.
Feeling a pang of guilt, Jubin gently smoothed the hair on Zion’s head as he continued.
“And CEO Moon is the one who guaranteed my contract. He’s the only one who actually supports us being together.”
Zion knew that better than anyone—that he couldn’t afford to cause trouble for the one person who was on their side.
Recently, Zion had successfully wrapped the final shoot for Leaf on the Snow.
When I happened to make a surprise visit to the set, I could tell his composure was fraying at the edges.
It wasn’t enough to cause an NG, but just before the camera started rolling, he paused as if he’d hit a mental wall. “One moment, please,” he’d said, delaying the shoot for about five minutes.
That day, he took an unusually high number of breaks to clear his head before returning to the set.
At first, I brushed it off, thinking he was just exhausted from his grueling schedule. But soon, I started to worry that he was going through some major internal turmoil.
“Tell me,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the bracelet on Jubin’s wrist. His eyes were dark and heavy, his gaze betraying a mind clouded with complex thoughts.
After a long moment, he finally pulled his lips away.
“Hyung, you’re someone who could easily act out a romance with any other actor. You don’t have to do it with me.”
I’d never even dreamed he would be harboring such doubts and worries after deciding to star in Iconic Mood.
“Of course, you probably didn’t want to pass up a project by Director Andrew, but I know you chose this for me.”
Everyone praised him as a born acting genius, but there was one genre he struggled with. He hoped no one would ever find out.
“That’s why I need this,” Jubin said.
He wanted to be the only one chosen by this incredible man.
“Proof that you’re mine.”
The tenderness in his voice, as he declared that Zion couldn’t just film a romance with anyone else, was the very exclusivity Jubin had always craved.
Still, he wanted Zion to stand a little taller, even in the face of the romance genre he lacked confidence in.
“Zion. Listen carefully.”
Fastening the matching bracelet he had been clutching so tightly onto Zion’s left wrist, Jubin added softly, “I chose this because I wanted to see you. I wanted to see all of you.”
His eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“I wanted to make money acting, date you, and go home together after filming. I chose this because I wanted to live like that.”
Saying you love someone is like promising to remember them forever.
“Because I love you so much.”
Only then did Zion manage a faint smile. I want to soothe him, to make him feel secure.
“Was I too obvious? People will eat me alive if they find out. They’ll say I only did this because I wanted to date you. But so what? As long as I do a great job and don’t let the work slip, it’s fine, right?”
He let out a silent smile before finally breaking into soft laughter.
“You’re spoiling me. This is why I’m getting so spoiled.”
He pulled Jubin into a suffocatingly tight hug, burying his face in Jubin’s shoulder.
The scent of a shampoo similar to his own wafted from him, laced with pheromones that made Jubin’s heart race.
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