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Chapter 64: We Look Like Lovers
by GideonJubin stared at Zion, his gaze asking, How could you lick it like that?
Zion, completely unfazed, continued to lick his hand clean. “I told you I liked the scent.”
“Still… that’s a bit…”
If it had been anyone else, maybe. But the fact that Do Zion—the one and only Do Zion—had just licked up his juices without a second thought was so shocking that Jubin couldn’t shake the feeling for a long while.
Sometimes he forgot. He forgot that Zion wasn’t just a twenty-year-old who had barely graduated high school, but a grown man.
Now that he was fully aware of who he was dealing with, everything felt mortifying and embarrassing… He wanted to escape this cramped car.
Oblivious to Jubin’s inner turmoil, Zion calmly pulled his cock out of his pants.
This was the first time Jubin had faced it while fully conscious, and he swallowed hard at the sight of it—half-erect, yet still formidable.
Did that really all fit inside me? Jubin’s expression turned troubled.
As if to reassure him, Zion pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “If it’s too much, should we just do some marking?”
Whether it was stubbornness or a sudden surge of competitiveness, Jubin didn’t want to back down.
“It’s not fully hard yet, is it?”
“About half left.”
If that size and girth were to double from now…
Jubin shook his head, his mind reeling.
“Don’t worry.”
Zion gripped his cock and rested the head against Jubin’s open entrance. Even with just the hot, thick head pressing against him, the sheer pressure of it pushing inside was already unimaginable.
To exaggerate a little, it felt as big as a baseball.
“You swallowed it all so well that day, too.”
Am I lucky it didn’t tear? Zion gripped his cock and began to rub it quickly against Jubin’s entrance.
The friction of the thick shaft against the wet, saliva-slicked skin sent a dizzying thrill through him. The blunt pressure, so tight it seemed to stretch his entrance to its limit, turned the dull ache into a surge of arousal.
Jubin swallowed a dry groan, his excitement boiling over.
As Zion’s hand movements quickened, slick arousal began to leak from his entrance.
“Ah, wait… Hah, it’s… leaking…”
“Focus.”
Zion’s cock, already half-hard, swelled further as his own arousal mounted.
“Ah, haaah…”
I thought I wouldn’t be able to take his rapidly growing cock, but fortunately, the fluids from our bodies mingled, making it feel as if it would slide deep inside me at any moment.
“Sunbae, you’re so wet.”
He exclaimed with such genuine admiration.
I was so embarrassed I wanted to hide deep inside him and never come out, but I didn’t want him to see me like this. I forced a smile, trying to act nonchalant.
“I know. Stop talking… and put it in.”
“Just a second.”
He hastily opened the center console and pulled out a thin, flat aluminum foil packet. It was an item Jubin knew all too well.
The real question was: Why did he have that in there?
He suddenly remembered what Yeon had said after their intense kiss by the Han River—that he’d always wanted to do it in his car.
He tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth, a smirk playing on his lips. “What? Did you want me to just go in without one?”
“No. I don’t mind you using a condom. I was just wondering how long you’ve been keeping that in there.”
He chuckled, showing her the expiration date printed on the foil. “It’s still in date, so don’t glare at me like I’m some kind of pervert.”
“You… Did you plan this all along—”
The moment the condom was on, he thrust into her without warning.
“…!”
The sheer size of him stole her breath, leaving her unable to even scream. The pressure and pain were too intense to simply grit her teeth and bear.
“Ah, ugh…”
Unable to hold back the sound, she twisted her hips and gripped Zion’s arms desperately. Seeing Jubin struggle more than he’d expected, Zion bit his lower lip, trying to soothe her.
“Try to hold on. I’ll go slow…”
The pressure of him pushing inside was too much. Jubin just wanted this pain to end.
“No, just hurry. Please.”
Jubin tried to relax his muscles, but he gasped, a whimper escaping as he felt himself tighten in real-time. The pain of being forced open was overwhelming. It felt like he was being violently impaled. His jaw and thighs trembled uncontrollably from the sheer agony.
“Hah… uhh…”
Desperate to end the pain, Jubin pressed his hips against Zion’s, matching the steady pace of his thrusts. Their combined momentum forced his body open, making it feel as if he were being split in half. It hurt, but there was a desperate need to feel him all the way in.
Once the thickest part pushed past the halfway point, the rest slid in with little resistance.
“It’s in.”
Jubin gasped, wrapping his arms tightly around Zion’s neck. He’d clearly been exerting himself; beads of sweat had formed on the nape of Zion’s neck and down his back.
Zion held Jubin close for a moment, gently stroking his back to help him catch his breath.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” Zion murmured, licking his ear and the crook of his neck.
His kisses were tender, sweet, and brimming with affection.
“The sweat… it’s sticky,” Jubin whispered.
“I don’t care.”
Zion showered him with even more affectionate touches. After a moment to steady his breathing, Jubin took a deep, resolute breath.
“You can go.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m not responsible if the car gets wrecked.”
“Then let’s go buy a new one together.”
After that, everything became a blur of frantic motion and merciless bites.
“Hah…!”
As Zion, lost in passion, clamped his teeth onto Jubin’s shoulder and flooded his body with pheromones, Jubin’s mind melted instantly.
He finally understood why Zion had said it felt so good. Heat surged to the very top of his skull, his body burning as it felt lighter than air.
His senses and emotions flared to an abnormal intensity.
“Ah, ah! Ahh…!”
The pleasure spreading through his entire body left him completely disoriented.
It was sex so intense it threatened to dissolve his very reason.
“Are you okay?”
His concern was immediate, his voice laced with worry as Jubin’s legs trembled and buckled with every step.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Jubin offered him a reassuring smile, pretending everything was normal. He’d let Zion mark him just to put him at ease, but he’d ended up enjoying it far too much. His whole body ached, and red marks littered his skin, but… his satisfaction was off the charts.
They reached the common entrance connected to the parking garage.
“You can use this entrance to get to your friend’s place.”
“Yeah, thanks for driving me.”
“Call me before you go home.”
“Okay, I will.”
Perhaps it was because they’d just finished having car sex, but Zion reached out as if trying to hold onto the lingering afterglow.
“Come here.”
He held Jubin tight in his arms, as if refusing to let him go. Jubin raised his arm and patted Zion’s broad back.
“People will see,” Jubin murmured.
“I just want to take you home with me,” Zion replied.
“I don’t think I can even walk out of here,” Jubin joked, though his words held a kernel of truth.
At that, Zion hugged him even tighter, rubbing his head against Jubin’s shoulder. “Ah, I really don’t want to say goodbye.”
His words were so sweet, dripping with reluctance.
This is starting to feel… way too much like a couple.
“Oh, Zion,” Jubin said, gently pulling away from the embrace and looking up. Zion met his gaze with a naturally tender expression.
“I left a small paper bag in your car. It’s a gift for you.”
“Don’t tell me… you bought me a handkerchief?” Zion’s quick wit immediately guessed the gift’s contents.
“I really closed the deal well, thanks to you.”
Zion wore a strange expression, half-grateful and half-apologetic.
“Don’t feel pressured. I bought it because I thought it would look good on you. I would’ve regretted it more if I didn’t get it for you.”
“Thank you. I’ll put it to good use.”
Fortunately, his gentle coaxing had worked. Zion showed no signs of feeling burdened or displeased.
“Go on, you go first. This is far enough for a send-off.”
“You first, Sunbae.”
Jubin felt another round of their stubborn back-and-forth about to begin. He refused to budge, deferring the order once more.
“You first.”
Zion took a slow step backward, looking reluctant. Though he knew he had to leave, his feet wouldn’t move any faster.
“I want to eat jjimdak with you too.”
“We’ll go eat it together soon.”
“Alright, I’m really going now.”
“Yeah, get going.”
Jubin waved affectionately. After watching Zion’s retreating figure, he pressed the intercom button.
When the elevator reached the 10th floor, the pre-ordered jjimdak was already waiting at the door.
Is the food going to be cold by now?
He hurriedly grabbed the jjimdak bag and rang the bell. It took a long moment before the door finally opened.
“You’re here…”
Si-ha greeted him with a lukewarm expression.
The guy was already gloomy enough, but the half-up ponytail with wavy perm added an even darker mood than usual.
He was taller than Jubin, and his well-built muscles, toned to fit his frame, made the sleeveless shirt look good on him.
“You got a perm. It suits you.”
“I’m starting to think I did it for nothing, since I’m just gonna tie it up like this.”
“You should’ve just gone for a buzz cut.”
“I’m not in the mood to hear people ask if I’m joining the army.”
As I stepped into the apartment, carrying the takeout bag of Jjimdak, the familiar scent of watercolor paints and graphite greeted me. Mixed in were notes of cedar, pine needles, and a hint of incense.
Passing through the hallway, I got a full view of his makeshift studio in the living room.
“Your studio’s taking over the place,” I remarked.
“Once I gave Cheese her own room, the living room was the only space left for my work.”
Cheese was the female cat Si-ha lived with—a charming little princess with a white coat and yellow stripes.
“How did you even get in here? The security’s too tight for anyone to just walk in.”
“I hitched a ride with a junior who lives here.”
Yeo Si-ha’s expression wavered. It looked like a flicker of wariness.
“Let’s just eat.”
I set the bag down on the dining table. The aroma of the food must have been getting to him, because Si-ha started bringing out individual plates.
“Have you been at it since dawn?”
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