Chapter 85: Chemistry Reading
by Gideon“Zion, ungh, Zion, Zion…”
The depth of their union and the intense pleasure made Jubin terrified, a sickening dread that he was about to lose control.
“Zion. Stop. I don’t—ungh—I don’t like this…”
He had never been afraid of the pleasure that brought him to the brink of climax before. Never. But now… he hated this sensation. It felt like watching a horror movie.
He shook his head desperately, his voice rising in a frantic plea.
“Zion, stop! Stop it!”
But to Zion, Jubin’s desperate attempts to push him away only looked like an erotic invitation, fueling his arousal.
“Stop! No more! I can’t!”
This is bad, Jubin thought. He has no intention of stopping…!
Just as Jubin had feared, Zion thrust his hips rapidly, as if trying to bury his thick cock as deep as possible.
Jubin twisted his body, trying to pull away, but he was held fast by Zion’s grip. His only last resort was a desperate plea.
“Please… save me…!”
At that exact moment, as Zion came, another sensation exploded within Jubin. A clear, pure liquid—not the sticky fluid he’d expected—soaked the sheets.
As it gushed out of him, Jubin realized why this feeling was so dangerous.
“Don’t look!”
It poured out of him like a waterfall, completely beyond his control. Gasping for breath, Jubin shouted, “Please… don’t look. Close your eyes…”
His final, desperate plea was swallowed by Zion’s lips.
He paid no mind, continuing his lewd movements.
Each time Zion thrust his hips, the wet slap of their bodies meeting filled the room.
“Isn’t this sound… absolutely intoxicating?”
The squelch, squelch of fluids—sweat or Jubin’s own slick—muddled Jubin’s mind even further. He wanted to hide, to disappear, and turned his head away in shame.
“So beautiful… I want to bite you all over.”
Zion’s eyes were dark with arousal as he admired him. His words were so tender, yet his body was violently filling Jubin’s insides.
“Ugh! Ahh…!”
“What should I do, Sunbae?”
“Hah, ah… stop… please…”
“You’re so damn sexy. I can’t get enough of you.”
Overwhelmed by desire, Zion poured out a stream of sweet, honeyed words.
As Zion’s cock swelled, ready to erupt, Jubin’s inner walls stretched tight.
Just finish it already.
“Hah… Hurry…” Jubin urged, desperate to escape this embarrassing situation.
A final, frantic surge of thrusts hammered into him.
“Ah—ngh…!”
A jolting sensation shot up his spine from his lower belly, and Jubin clung to Zion’s body.
“Hah… ah…”
Jubin trembled, letting out short groans as Zion’s climax seemed to stretch on forever.
After releasing a staggering amount of semen, Zion panted heavily as he pulled off the condom.
Jubin’s strength vanished. He collapsed onto the bed, and Zion immediately pulled him into a tight embrace, peppering kisses all over his skin.
“I love you, Sunbae.”
Their long-awaited reunion sex was finally over.
Shame alone wasn’t enough to describe what Jubin was feeling.
“Sunbae, it’s really okay.”
“It’s not okay,” Jubin snapped. He couldn’t forgive his own body for being so utterly impatient.
“When it feels that good, things like this happen. It’s not like a baby having an accident.”
Jubin wouldn’t let Zion touch the wet sheets. Whenever Zion tried to help, Jubin would snap at him—Stop. Just go wash up already.
Zion didn’t argue or get offended by Jubin’s sharp tone. Instead, he stepped back and obediently went into the bathroom to humor him.
Jubin cleaned up the wet sheets before Zion came out. Thank goodness for the waterproof pad; it had kept the mattress from getting soaked.
He folded the sheets neatly into a plastic laundry bag. As he tied the top, a wave of shame washed over him, and he let out a long sigh.
“Sunbae.”
Zion, fresh from a quick shower, wrapped his arms around Jubin from behind in a tender embrace.
“I love you.”
Jubin hesitated to respond, his hands still busy tying the plastic bag.
“You shower separately, you won’t let me help with the bedding, and you won’t even answer when I confess my love.”
At Zion’s cute complaining, Jubin kicked the packed bag into the corner and turned to face him.
“Hug me.”
At his request, Zion immediately pulled Jubin into a tight, enclosing embrace. Wrapped in his warm, gentle arms, Jubin felt his shame begin to fade.
“I love you too.”
“I love you more.”
Zion showered him with a flurry of soft kisses.
Thinking about it, Jubin realized, there’s no one else who could give me sex this satisfying.
It was mortifying, but not bad at all.
In fact, it was more than just good.
I don’t think I could do that again while completely sober, Jubin thought. The cleanup is a pain, and it’s just too exhausting.
Having enjoyed themselves on empty stomachs, their bellies were now roaring in protest.
“Let’s eat.”
“What do you want?” Zion asked.
“Whatever you want.”
At that, Zion’s lips parted as his gaze swept over Jubin, devouring him with desire. Sensing the look, Jubin immediately shook his head.
“Not that look. Think about food.”
Zion grinned and gave Jubin’s ass a playful pat. “Go wash up first.”
To keep Zion from getting any more ideas, Jubin opened a food delivery app and handed him the phone. “Find something you want and add it to the cart.”
Once inside the bathroom, Jubin shed his loosely draped clothes. He stopped dead, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
“When did I get…?”
His neck, shoulders, and chest were covered in red marks.
Jubin had been so lost in his own haze, clinging to Zion, that he hadn’t even noticed the man biting and sucking at his skin.
He washed himself clean with lukewarm water. The more he scrubbed, the more the red marks stood out against his pale skin. After finishing his shower, he pulled on a high-necked shirt that could hide his neck.
When he walked into the living room, Zion’s gaze was fixed on Jubin’s phone.
His other hand was still clutching his own device. Why is he staring so hard at my screen?
“Did you pick what you want to eat?”
But Zion trailed off, his expression troubled.
“Ah, Sunbae. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to snoop, but…”
He handed the phone back, his face still unreadable.
What could he have possibly seen? Jubin wondered, only to realize Zion had been looking at a paid messaging app that had just sent a notification.
A chill slowly crept through Jubin’s chest.
“If the D-Day is 2,220 days…”
I’m screwed.
“You’ve been paying for this subscription for over six years?”
I brought this on myself.
I should have just told him to use his own phone to look for what he wanted to eat.
But I thought it would be easier if I added things to my cart beforehand, so he could just pay when we went out. I was just so hungry, and I’d let my guard down around Zion. Being at home had made me careless.
Jubin ran a hand over his burning face.
“You…”
He wanted to say something, but Zion’s gaze—half-apologetic for seeing what he’d seen, half-curious if his guess was right—crumbled Jubin’s resolve. It was a desperate look that pleaded for any answer at all.
“You’re not the only fan,” Jubin confessed, his voice trembling as he kept his hand over his mouth, unable to meet Zion’s eyes. “I was your fan, too.”
In an instant, Zion tossed his phone onto the table and lunged, cupping Jubin’s cheeks and crushing their lips together in a sudden, fierce kiss.
If I kept letting him do this, we’d be starting round two. I turned my head away, trying to break the kiss. I needed to calm him down.
“Let’s… let’s eat first. I’m starving.”
“We can go again while we wait for the food to arrive.”
“What? Wait—!”
Just like back at Action School, Zion hoisted Jubin over his shoulder, tossed him onto the bed, and pinned him down.
“I finally figured out you’ve liked me for six years. How am I supposed to hold back?”
Jubin scrambled, pushing against Zion’s shoulders. “I was a fan! I just admired you!”
“Save it. That number, 22202, didn’t just happen by chance.”
“Hey, you… really—ah!“
Zion had hit his trigger point, and there was no stopping him now. Jubin endured his onslaught in the master bedroom for a long time. Slowly, the rain began to let up.
The long-awaited chemistry read finally arrived.
Joo-won and I met early in the morning and headed to the studio. Normally, I’d be crammed onto a bus with a sea of people, staring blankly out the window and wondering when I’d finally get off. But being chauffeured in a private car was, honestly, a huge relief.
“We’re here.”
“Thanks for the ride.”
Jubin had packed a mountain of gifts for the staff and cast.
“Let me help you with those.”
“Oh, then just take this one.”
Thanks to Joo-won stepping in to help, we made it up to the studio without much trouble. As the cast members arrived one by one, Jubin waited for each of them to hand over their gifts.
While we were chatting, Director Bae Eun-hye and Zion walked in together.
“Everyone’s here early,” Director Bae Eun-hye greeted them warmly.
Zion followed her in, his eyes immediately finding Jubin’s as he smiled. He’d been so reluctant to leave Jubin’s place yesterday, but thankfully, he seemed to be in good spirits now.
Zion then leaned down, his tall frame hunched as he greeted the others one by one, making eye contact with each person.
Being too tall really does have its drawbacks, Jubin thought.
After finishing his greetings with everyone else, Zion walked straight over to Jubin.
“Hey,” he murmured.
Before Jubin could react, Zion pulled him into a hug, so naturally and casually in front of everyone that Jubin froze.
“Ah, I missed this scent…” Zion whispered.
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