Light Mr. XX

When Kim Min-seok regained his senses after being suddenly pulled in, he was already sitting on Choi Sang-hyuk’s thigh.

Choi Sang-hyuk had one arm wrapped around Kim Min-seok’s slim waist, while his other hand, fingers interlaced, rested idly as their gazes met.

Seeing him up close, Kim Min-seok couldn’t help but think that this man was movie-star handsome. A classic, strong-featured beauty. The thigh beneath him was both firm and toned, exuding a luxurious scent of high-end cologne.

‘Cheating on a guy like this? Seo Ha-yoon, you fucking bastard.’

Kim Min-seok muttered inwardly and subtly averted his gaze. Desperate to break the tension, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“How long have you and Seo Ha-yoon been together?”

Choi Sang-hyuk unlinked his fingers and reached up to grasp Kim Min-seok’s chin, turning his face back toward him.

Their eyes met again. Though the grip wasn’t as harsh as before, not enough to feel like his jaw might shatter, the atmosphere made it impossible to push the hand away. Even though he wasn’t Seo Ha-yoon, a strange sense of guilt settled over him, making it difficult to resist. It was bizarre.

“Just over two years.”

“Two years? That means Seo Ha-yoon started dating you right after he became an adult. Where and how did you two meet? How did you end up together?”

Since he had to keep the conversation going somehow, Kim Min-seok threw out every question that came to mind.

“Curious? You look pretty interested.”

“Of course, I am. This is my first time meeting a real gay couple. And whether you’re gay or not, people’s love lives are always fascinating, aren’t they?”

Choi Sang-hyuk stared at him for a moment, as if reminiscing. His usual cold aura was absent, replaced by something subtly warm, even affectionate.

Kim Min-seok couldn’t help but wonder—did this man truly love Seo Ha-yoon?

“…He looked like a stray cat, curled up in the corner of an alley near a bar. Pale and pretty, yet spitting out the filthiest curses while crying his eyes out. That sight was… such a fucking turn-on.”

Kim Min-seok had been listening seriously, only to grimace at the final words.

Choi Sang-hyuk traced a fingertip over the tear mole beneath Kim Min-seok’s eye as he continued.

“When Seo Ha-yoon cries, his eyes get all red and swollen, and that little tear mole? It turns strangely red too. When it’s wet with tears… it drives people fucking crazy. And of course, Seo Ha-yoon knows that all too well.”

The way he kept saying “turned on” over and over made it incredibly uncomfortable to hear.

Especially since Kim Min-seok was still sitting on his thigh, held firmly by the waist. It was painfully awkward.

“Ah… So that’s how you… fell in love with him.”

Choi Sang-hyuk let out a quiet chuckle. Then, in a low whisper, he called out—

“Seo Ha-yoon.”

The way Choi Sang-hyuk softly called out Seo Ha-yoon’s name didn’t sound like him at all. There was a gentle affection laced in his voice that made Kim Min-seok’s heart feel strangely ticklish. The hand cradling the back of his neck was large and firm yet soft, and though the grip pulling him downward had strength, it lacked any forcefulness.

Right. That was true. But then why, exactly, was he obediently lowering his head, following Choi Sang-hyuk’s lead without resistance?

Dazed, Kim Min-seok watched as Sang-hyuk’s jet-black eyes drew closer, contrasting starkly with his red lips. His expression remained blank, yet within those dark irises, an intense and secretive heat burned.

Suddenly, his body felt warm. A wave of heat spread through him, making him realize just how dry his lips were.

‘You’ve lost your mind, Kim Min-seok. Completely lost it.’

As he was drawn in, his mind repeated that thought over and over. Yet, for some reason, he felt no urge to fight back or reject the man in front of him. Perhaps the affection Sang-hyuk had shown for Seo Ha-yoon just moments ago had somehow influenced him. Or maybe it was the strange familiarity with Choi Sang-hyuk’s touch that had already been imprinted onto his body.

As their lips came close enough to share breath, Kim Min-seok unconsciously let his eyes flutter shut. And then, their lips met.

A deep, heated kiss, filled with raw desire, consumed him. Lips sucked, nibbled, and licked with such unrestrained hunger that his face burned red on its own. Even though his mind screamed that he should push away, his body reacted entirely differently. His lips parted instinctively, welcoming the invading tongue, and before he realized it, he was matching the movement, their tongues entwining in a tangled dance.

“Mm… mm…”

It was scorching. Overwhelming. A kiss so deep and thick it left his mind blank. Like being caught in an unstoppable tide, Kim Min-seok found himself swept away by the intensity of it.

At some point, his arms had looped around Choi Sang-hyuk’s neck. Sang-hyuk, never breaking the relentless kiss, slipped a hand beneath Min-seok’s shirt. His hot, solid fingers trailed up his waist, making him shiver. The thought of pushing him away flickered briefly in his mind—but his body reacted in the exact opposite way. A strange anticipation tingled through his skin, an unfamiliar sensation making every nerve in his body feel electrified. His body was growing hotter, trembling from the heat pooling inside him.

‘Fuck.’

Kim Min-seok cursed inwardly. Seo Ha-yoon’s body was way too weak to pleasure—no, it was sensitive to an absurd degree. In other words, it was built for sex.

“Ah…”

The moment Sang-hyuk’s fingers brushed against his nipple, a small gasp escaped Min-seok’s lips. Just that single touch—just the light graze of his fingertip—sent electric jolts of pleasure rippling through his entire body. His muscles tensed in response, his arms tightening around Sang-hyuk’s neck as if seeking something to hold onto.

He felt Sang-hyuk chuckle against his lips. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, but that quiet laugh sounded unbearably sexy, sinful even.

“D-Don’t touch there.”

Min-seok whispered, almost pleading. But with Seo Ha-yoon’s naturally languid, sultry voice slipping out, it sounded less like a protest and more like an invitation—like he was begging for more instead.

And truthfully, a part of his mind whispered the same. The new and electrifying pleasure he had just tasted—he wanted to feel it again.

Half of him wanted to run away. The other half wanted more.

Kim Min-seok instinctively tried to pull his body back, but Choi Sang-hyuk didn’t let him. As if punishing him for attempting to escape, Sang-hyuk pinched his nipple hard between two fingers and twisted.

“Ah…!”

Kim Min-seok arched his back, letting out a sharp moan. A shockwave of unbearable pleasure spread through his entire body, hitting straight to his core. His lower abdomen grew heavy, and heat rushed to his cock. How could something as small as a nipple bring his body to this state? Was it because Choi Sang-hyuk was just that skilled, or was it simply that Seo Ha-yoon’s body was that ridiculously sensitive?

Sang-hyuk continued to toy with his nipple, rolling and twisting it between his fingers.

“Ahh! Ah! H-Ha, stop…”

Kim Min-seok could no longer focus on the kiss, only moaning helplessly. The stimulation was too intense—his waist trembled from the overwhelming sensation. His underwear felt wet. His erection strained desperately against the fabric, leaking precum to the point of overflowing.

“Stop, you say?”

Sang-hyuk scoffed and abruptly let go. The nipple, now red, swollen, and quivering from the abuse, throbbed in protest. A pang of frustration shot through Min-seok’s body, making his hips twitch on their own. He craved the pleasure again, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Instead, he hesitated, flustered and restless.

“Ah…”

The small sigh of disappointment made Sang-hyuk’s eyes narrow slightly. The man looming over him had an unmistakable predatory gleam in his gaze. Min-seok’s lips, red and glistening from their heated kisses, looked sinfully inviting.

As he nibbled anxiously on the inside of his mouth, Kim Min-seok waged a fierce battle in his mind. Should he hold onto his pride and common sense, or should he give in and chase this intoxicating pleasure he’d never felt before?

Unfortunately, he was a man. And men were weak to pleasure.

But still, he couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud. Instead, he acted. He closed the distance himself, pressing his lips against Sang-hyuk’s in a hesitant kiss.

What started as a careful touch quickly turned fervent. Sang-hyuk smirked against his lips before reaching down and twisting his nipple once more, harder this time.

“Ahhn…!”

The pleasure struck deep, almost enough to make him cum right then and there.

“You like that that much?”

“Ahh… Y-Yeah…”

Kim Min-seok murmured without even a shred of shame. His body betrayed him, hips grinding against Sang-hyuk’s unconsciously.

Only then did he realize—he was the one pressing closer. He was the one rubbing against him, seeking more friction.

“Fuck, Seo Ha-yoon.”

Choi Sang-hyuk growled, voice thick with frustration. His patience had clearly run out.

Without warning, Min-seok’s body was lifted into the air. Startled, he instinctively wrapped his arms around Sang-hyuk’s neck as the man stood up from the armchair, carrying him with ease.

He strode purposefully toward the bedroom. As the bed loomed closer, Min-seok’s mind raced with countless thoughts.

Among them—undeniably—was anticipation.

Thud.

“Ugh.”

He landed on the mattress with a soft bounce.

Choi Sang-hyuk stripped off his suit jacket and vest, tossing them aside, then climbed over Min-seok. His normally neat hair was slightly disheveled, giving him an even more dangerously seductive look.

It must have been because, during their kiss earlier, he had unconsciously grabbed onto Sang-hyuk’s hair.

Now, with his hair slightly tousled, Sang-hyuk tugged at his tie, loosening it before unbuttoning his dress shirt one by one.

Kim Min-seok swallowed hard.

It felt like watching an expensive strip show.