Chapter 9

Kwan Seung-ho took the opportunity to sit up and stretched half his upper body across to Seo Min-a. This gesture gradually caused panic in Min-a’s heart, but he closed his eyes in reflex, expecting a set of lips on his but instead, he felt his chair leaning back.

When he tried to sit back up, Seung-ho used a strong hand to hold him down. Before he could protest, a wet mouth covered the cap of his erection.

“Oh, fuck..” Min-a groaned softly.

He honestly didn’t remember when he started whimpering and shivering from the hotness of his art coach’s mouth.

His hands instinctively reached out, gently guiding Seung-ho’s head up and down with a soothing motion on his hard, throbbing cock.

The more force Min-a applied to his head, the deeper Seung-ho took him down his throat.

A satisfied groan erupted from Min-a’s chest repeatedly. “Yes..oh.. Yes,”

His hips buckled against every slurpy stroke he made. It felt so good, he couldn't restrain himself from cumming.

Seung-ho found himself hungrily sucking off every single precum that Min-a released. His soft, fervent groans also aroused him so much that he was on the verge of cumming, but he delayed himself from reaching orgasm.

He could tell Min-a was getting close to climax as his head got held with a stronger grip. He didn’t have a problem with the possessive hold because he smelled so good and felt so fantastic in his mouth.

Seong-ho’s dick started to throb in undeniable pleasure, making him increase his pace and soon, he felt Min-a warm cum pouring down his throat, eliciting a pent-up moan from him.

He teased Min-a’s balls to intensify his orgasm.

“What the fuck…” the younger man spoke in a hushed tone.

Seung-ho withdrew his mouth around Min-a’s dick, waiting for the aftermath shock before he did another crazy thing. He leaned down to suck him again, causing Min-a to shoot up.

“Ahh!!” Min-a cried, pushing his head off.

Seung-ho chuckled heartily, satisfied with his labor, he began wearing back his pants and Min-a did the same.

Kwan Seung-ho checked his glove box and brought out a beer, drinking it and letting it wash down the cum in his throat, after which he offered the remaining to Min-a.

Min-a watched in disbelief before accepting it.

“If anybody asks, I will say I had a protein shake for dinner,” Seung-ho smirked at him before starting the car again.

He brought up casual conversations like he didn't just suck another man’s cock.

All the while Seo Min-a was having a hard time concentrating on what he was saying after he knew what his mouth could do.

He tried to convince himself that since he wasn’t the one sucking it, it didn’t make him homosexual, and he was just super horny...and it was raining, and it was cold too.

It was the weather’s fault not him.

“Do you regularly do this with men you meet for the first time?” Min-a asked, his eyes still appearing a little dilated.

“If you mean giving them a ride in my Mustang? No, I don’t do that.” Seung-ho replied, sounding serious. He glanced at Min-a to see a frown knitting his eyebrows close, and he chuckled. “If it would make you less grumpy, sucking your dick bruised my jaw. So, I don’t think I would be giving free blow jobs to any other man I meet in the near future…”

At that moment, Min-a realized that his new art coach was insane. And he must be homosexual. But it was far too late.

As they arrived at the event, he was still reeling from shock and still hadn’t said anything.

“Stop acting like a child and pull yourself together.” Seung-ho suddenly snarled, bringing him out of his deep thoughts.

“Let’s go,” he went back to being neutral in the space of seconds after snapping at Min-a.

As they waited for the event chauffeurs to open their doors and help them with an umbrella, Min-a finally spoke up.

“Don’t you ever speak to me in that tone?” His voice was well-grounded as he turned to face Seung-ho, who saw cold depths in his eyes and backed off.

“My bad,” he replied, raising his hands up, demonstrating that he didn't mean any harm.

But before Min-a could say something more insulting, their doors were opened simultaneously, and a hand offered to help them up while an umbrella was placed over them, guiding their steps to the Red Carpet.

There were the most familiar faces on the carpet, from big-time podcasters to high fashion stars, K-pop stars, and many more.

The difference was that they were about to go in after doing unspeakable things to each other.

Min-a was second on the Red carpet between the duo, giving the lens his best angle by tilting his jaw upwards for the lighting to highlight his cheekbones and jawline.

He could hear his name being called in every direction as he flashed his megawatts smile and provided the “I love you” sign to the camera.

Soon, the light shifted from him to someone behind him.

“Mr. Kwan...over here..!”

Min-a lingered on the sidelines, exchanging pleasantries and snapping photos with familiar faces, but his attention kept gravitating back to his art coach.

Kwan Seung-ho effortlessly navigated the flurry of lights and cameras, exuding a natural charisma that caught Min-a off guard. Perhaps he had underestimated him.

Lost in his thoughts, Min-a didn't notice they had moved on to greet the next while he was discreetly observing Seung-ho.

“You can’t seem to keep your eyes off me, Min-a.” Seung-ho murmured smoothly into Seo Min-a's ear, his arm snaking around his waist with a graceful smile.

“Don’t flatter yourself, your cloth tag was stealing all the spotlight if you ask me..” Min-a mirrored his moves, subtly moving his hand under his blazer and gently pulling the tag off.

As his hand connected with Seung-ho’s skin, he felt a sudden warmth, contrasting with the cool air around them.

Min-a hesitated, allowing his hand to linger, feeling the tantalizing warmth of his skin through the sheer fabric of his shirt.

They shared the same confident smile before Kwan Seung-ho slipped his hand away from Min-a’s back, grazing the top of his butt cheeks in the process.

A shiver ran down Seo Min-a’s spine, his trousers tightening once more at the fleeting touch. “Fuck..” he hissed out loud, catching Seung-ho's attention.

Before anyone could find out what brought the bright blush to his face, Min-a already walked away towards the exit door that led into Velvet Club. He knew his friends, Inn Woo, and Ji Won would be waiting for him.

They had known each other since they were younger. Their fathers did business together which turned them into best of friends.

Min-a had only been to the building twice. Once, when they bought it and began renovation, and second when he had to work with the interior designer on art to decorate with. Looking at it now, it was a four-story, marble wall fortress and he owned 40%.

It was the first grown-up thing he had done in his life.

Min-a breathed out heavily. He was glad to have finally put some space between himself and the weird artist.

He strayed farther into the club till he found the open floor base and music booming. The neon lights were a mixture of purple and blue.

“Min-a!” Inn Woo jumped onto Min-a's back in excitement. He was the shorter of the trio so it was easy for Min-a to catch his balance.