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Seung-ho felt his heart skip a beat multiple times. He couldn't believe he was blushing so hard right now in front of a twenty-two-year-old. He would have asked where all this confidence was coming from but then again, the younger man before him was Korea's number one bad boy. Min-a stared Seung-ho in the eyes, itching to seize those soft, cherry-colored lips again. “No...yeah, I mean- do you mind chips?” Seung-ho stumbled over his words, then quickly moved away from Min-a like he was an appealing drug. His jaw clenched hard and he could feel his erection as he walked to his shelf for the various bags of chips he bought recently. Seung-ho took a moment to suppress his arousal then grabbed five of the bags. He dropped them on his counter, causing various cackling sounds, “oh-we have, ginger pepper.” He didn't care for the product name, it was a stock purchase. Picking up a bluish bag, he read off the body, “we have seafood spice,” Seung-ho was met with disapproval

What Min-a didn't expect was to be lifted up to the ground so swiftly as if he weighed anything. He blushed hard and wrapped his legs around Seung-ho’s waist because he didn't want them to dangle in the air. He didn't have to worry about how they got there at least as Seung-ho kept sucking on his neck, the pleasure blinded him along with the strong grip on his butt. Min-a let out a groan as he was flung onto the bed with so much passion. Seung-ho wasted no time in stripping off his singlet, followed by both his shorts and boxers in one swift motion. Min-a sulked when he didn't have enough time to admire the candy in front of him. Seung-ho was on top of him in a second, his hands on his hips. He jammed his lips into him, kissing him with so much need before helping him out of his clothes. His hands found their way under Min-a's back, sliding down until he cupped his buttocks, and their junks were rubbing together in sync. Another moan escaped Min-a's lips as Seu

Seung-ho got to his feet, rubbing his butt. “Forbidden Garden is a night gay club for Korea's elite. I really don't know how you didn't know about this…” he paused, glancing at him. “I have never engaged in homosexual activities before you. I was a really dedicated closet person, and besides, I didn't have any man then that makes me want to…” Min-a gestured to his surroundings, “do stuff.” He concluded. Kwan Seung-ho instantly understood, pride and joy fueling his system knowing he was really his first, until he remembered Duncan, there was no way they didn't have a history. He brushed off the thoughts of the annoying, attractive man in Min-a’s past. He was the one on a date with Min-a, not him. “The themes change depending on the night and there are only four nights in a month, all Sundays. This night's theme is Masked Glitter, so everyone is gonna wear a mask. It is super discreet.” Seung-ho typed in the unique code for his closet. “Safety should be the least of your wo

“He still hasn’t answered the phone.” Eun Hye sighed. Normally, she would have smashed the phone somewhere on her side table or the wall, due to the frustration fueling through her. But today, she had to remind herself that Min-a and their father were the cause of this frustration, not her phone. “Maybe he is busy.” Duncan piqued. Doubling down on all willpower in him so that he didn't reach out to soothe the stress marks on her face. “Do you have any idea where he could be?” She asked him. “I-I have no idea, really. I mean, remember I just got here.” He avoided eye contact with her. Not that he didn't want to tell her to ease her worries, but he couldn't reveal who Min-a was with because that would raise suspicion. Especially knowing the fact that he didn't have any lessons today, or yesterday. “Have you tried his friends?” Duncan suggested, throwing their search in another direction. Eun Hye immediately brushed off the idea. Last time she did, she didn't get an

The first thing that came to his mind was if Min-a was with another man in the stall, so he pushed him aside and opened the stall aggressively, expecting to find someone's trousers on the floor. Instead, he found his black fox mask. Seo Min-a squinted his eyes at Seung-ho. “That's what you are worried about right now?” He stared at him, getting mad at his sudden possessiveness. He got into the stall to pick up his mask only to be pushed inside by Seung-ho and had the door closed behind them. “Kidnapping a billionaire's son is the last thing you want to do.” Min-a folded his arms, glaring at him. “I'm not kidnapping you, I want to apologize. I should have-” Seung-ho gulped and paused as Min-a's hard-on kept poking at his thighs. Maybe it was the distant moaning, maybe it was the edibles they had early, or the straight vodka, but he felt very heated just feeling the thick rod poke his thighs. “You are doing that intentionally,” Seung-ho groaned deeply as he felt Min-a