Then he brought the whiskey and poured it into a glass.
Was it too cruel to make him drink it straight without ice? Yeonwoo hesitated briefly.
But there was no room to be considerate about things like that right now. Reaching that conclusion, Yeonwoo pulled the sleeping pills he had set aside from his pocket.
“You’re drinking?”
Startled by Chahyun suddenly appearing behind him, he reflexively shoved the pills back into his pocket.
“Oh? Yeah.”
Yeonwoo quickly grabbed one of the two glasses of whiskey and took a sip, trying to appear natural.
“…I’ll only drink a little.”
Noticing that Chahyun was about to say no, Yeonwoo crinkled his eyes and pleaded.
“Yeah? Just one glass.”
“Only that one.”
“Mm. Dry my hair for me.”
Yeonwoo sat down on the sofa with the glass still in hand. Chahyun said he’d get the dryer and stepped into the bedroom.
Once he was sure Chahyun had disappeared into the room, Yeonwoo pulled the pills back out and dropped them into the glass. He stirred it, hoping it would dissolve quickly.
“What are you doing?”
But only seconds had passed when Chahyun returned holding the hair dryer, and Yeonwoo awkwardly set the glass down.
“Nothing. …You should have a drink too.”
“What is it?”
Asking what kind of alcohol it was, Chahyun reached for the glass Yeonwoo had been fiddling with.
Yeonwoo’s heart dropped.
The pills hadn’t completely dissolved yet, and some were still floating in the drink.
If he saw them, this would all fall apart.
He should’ve crushed them first. It was too late to regret it now.
“Baek Chahyun.”
Yeonwoo called his name out of the blue. Then stood up and wrapped his arms around Chahyun’s neck. He had to stall for time until the pills fully dissolved.
Chahyun met his eyes with a puzzled look.
“I was thinking.”
“About what?”
“Honestly, just the apartment’s not enough.”
Chahyun tilted his head slightly, as if to ask what he meant.
“You said you were giving it to me. The apartment.”
“Do you need more?”
Putting down the dryer, Chahyun gently swept back Yeonwoo’s damp hair.
Yeonwoo calculated fast, making sure to keep his gaze occupied and away from the glass.
“The building in Nonhyeon-dong. The seven-story one.”
The words tumbled out without thinking, and he immediately regretted it. Was that asking for too much? What if he looked like some gold-digging whore?
He’d never asked for anything like that before, so he didn’t know what kind of reaction to expect. He was nervous.
“Should I give it to you?”
But Chahyun’s lips curved into a bright smile, as if the idea delighted him.
Yeonwoo nodded hard.
“Yeah. I need it.”
“You need it?”
Amused, Chahyun echoed the phrase.
“Mm. When I think about it, I don’t have anything. Give me that commercial building.”
This time, Chahyun let out a full-blown laugh. It had been a while since Yeonwoo had seen him throw his head back and laugh like that.
“You sounded like a debt collector just now.”
“So, are you giving it to me or not. The building. Seven floors. Nonhyeon-dong.”
Yeonwoo pressed him, almost accusingly. Even to himself, he sounded like some schemer trying to bleed a rich lover dry.
“Of course I will. If Hong Yeonwoo says he needs it.”
But strangely, Chahyun seemed way too pleased. He even trembled a bit as he laughed, covering his face with his hand.
So this was his kink, huh.
If he liked this kind of thing, Yeonwoo felt a little bitter. He’d had plenty of chances to ask for things before. If he’d known Chahyun would go off and marry some other woman, maybe he should’ve at least cashed in while he had the chance.
Would it have made things hurt less? Made him less angry? He didn’t know.
Yeonwoo forgot all about having his hair dried and accepted the kiss Chahyun pressed against him. While doing so, he cracked an eye open and checked the glass.
The pills had more or less dissolved.
“What else do you need?”
Chahyun asked as he licked the inside of Yeonwoo’s mouth. He carefully gathered Yeonwoo up in his arms and laid him sideways on the couch so his injured ankle wouldn’t bear any weight.
Yeonwoo responded to the kiss just as eagerly.
“Mm, if I ask… will you give it all to me?”
“I will.”
Chahyun softly bit down on Yeonwoo’s lower lip.
“But there’s a condition.”
“What is it?”
“Let me stay inside you tonight.”
“Hey, that’s…”
“Hmm? Just tonight. I’ll wear a condom.”
Yeonwoo flinched. That meant they’d be stuck together all night.
And that was a problem—he had to sneak out before dawn without waking Chahyun.
“Not that… My ankle hurts in that position.”
“Then after it heals?”
“…Okay.”
Yeonwoo grudgingly agreed. Chahyun confirmed it again.
“You promised, Hong Yeonwoo.”
“I said okay.”
Yeonwoo shifted and placed his hand on Chahyun’s shoulder. As if adjusting to a more comfortable position, he casually glanced toward the glass. The sleeping pills had fully dissolved. Finally.
“No good, then we’ll just do something else tonight.”
“Like what… exactly?”
“Spread your legs.”
Still wearing only Chahyun’s t-shirt after the shower, Yeonwoo hesitated, then opened his legs. He pulled the shirt up on his own.
As Chahyun reached under the shirt to pull his underwear down, he froze.
Yeonwoo wasn’t wearing any.
Between his parted thighs, his pink groin, genitals, and hole were exposed in full view.
Chahyun’s surprised gaze turned quickly into something sticky and lustful. Embarrassed, Yeonwoo dropped the shirt again.
“Lift it again. I want to look properly.”
Chahyun ordered. His alpha pheromones rolled out openly. Yeonwoo steadied his breath, which had begun to quicken, and grabbed the hem again.
He was rarely this forward in bed. Sober, it would’ve been hard to go along with Chahyun’s demands.
“Drink that first…”
Yeonwoo reached out and downed his own glass.
Shit. I can’t afford to get drunk.
He muttered to himself, then picked up the other glass and held it out to Chahyun.
“You too. Drink it.”
Chahyun, still breathing heavily with excitement, didn’t take it right away. He stared at it.
Did he notice something strange…?
Yeonwoo watched nervously.
But then Chahyun snatched it from him and drained it in one gulp.
The movement of his thick throat swallowing was clearly visible.
Yeonwoo exhaled, tension draining from his shoulders.
“There. Now show me again, hurry.”
Chahyun set the glass down carelessly on the table and urged him.
Embarrassed, Yeonwoo raised the hem again. Maybe because it was Chahyun’s shirt, it fit loose like a skirt.
He hadn’t worn underwear on purpose, but now that Chahyun was staring so blatantly, he didn’t know where to look.
“Fuck, have I been living with a gumiho all this time?”
Chahyun muttered low. Then lowered his hand and slipped a finger straight into Yeonwoo’s hole.
“Ahh…”
“You were waiting for me to fuck you, weren’t you?”
He nipped at Yeonwoo’s ear while teasing his insides.
Yeonwoo’s body tensed at the familiar foreign sensation. The entrance was still dry; even a finger felt uncomfortable.
“Just… slowly… a little…”
“So damn tight. Fuck.”
Still, Chahyun moved his finger carefully, working to loosen the narrow inner walls.
“You like it tight, though.”
Yeonwoo reached down and stroked Chahyun’s cock, which was already swelling. He could feel it getting harder.
He wondered if he was provoking him more than necessary, but soon shrugged the thought off. The sleeping pills would kick in soon anyway. So this much should be fine.
“Why are you acting so pretty tonight?”
Chahyun rasped, staring intently at Yeonwoo as if hypnotized. The alcohol was starting to hit, making it harder to control his lust. The omega pheromones rising from Yeonwoo made his lower belly ache.
“Because I need that building from you.”
Yeonwoo chuckled and pulled Chahyun’s erection fully out of his pants.
Chahyun watched Yeonwoo’s flushed face like he was possessed, then bit down on his back teeth to restrain himself.
“If I don’t give it to you, I’m fucked, huh.”
“Mm, you have to.”
Chahyun pulled his hand away and hurried to open the drawer next to the couch. He took out a condom, tore the wrapper with his teeth, and rolled it onto his cock with practiced ease.
“Rub your slick on my cock for me.”
He whispered while pressing his hard length against Yeonwoo’s perineum.
Yeonwoo flushed red at the obscene, filthy demand.
“Ah, that’s a little…”
“Hurry up. It’ll hurt if I go in dry.”
“No, just… do it. Or use lube.”
“Why use lube? You’re dripping already.”
As if to emphasize the point, Chahyun deliberately rubbed the head of his cock around Yeonwoo’s entrance. Sure enough, a wet squelch could be heard.
“Spread it on me. With your hand. Yeah?”
“You already… mm, you already did it.”
“You want that building, don’t you?”
His voice was locked tight, splitting low like he was brokering some secret, indecent deal. He had no intention of backing down.