Zhenya said something strange as he strode toward Taekjoo, just as Taekjoo was about to refuse for good. Taekjoo stepped back unconsciously, but Zhenya was already right in front of him. His lower back bumped against the windowsill. Taekjoo was cornered, nowhere left to run.
For a split second, their eyes locked. Zhenya studied Taekjoo, an unsettling fire burning in his gaze that made him look like a stranger.
“The more it is coveted, the more precious it seems.”
“What—”
Then there was a knock.
“Sorry to bother you—are you still awake?” Sergey called.
“Yes.”
Taekjoo answered quickly. It would look suspicious if he left his room too often or always took too long to get the door.
Taekjoo was about to let Sergey in when Zhenya seized his wrist. He yanked Taekjoo closer, nearly slamming him against the windowsill. Taekjoo immediately tried to pull away, but Zhenya didn’t move. Instead, he braced himself on the windowsill, boxing Taekjoo in with his arms. Taekjoo felt like a giant, impenetrable wall had just gone up in front of him.
What the hell is he doing?
Taekjoo clenched his jaw as Zhenya’s lips curved into a wide grin. He was clearly up to something diabolical. Then Taekjoo heard the unmistakable rasp of a zipper sliding down. For a moment, he couldn’t register what was happening. Then he froze—Zhenya’s hand slid into his open fly.
“...!”
Startled, Taekjoo grabbed Zhenya’s arm, but it didn’t stop him. Zhenya’s hand kept moving deeper despite Taekjoo’s forceful resistance. Then, he wrapped his hand around Taekjoo’s motionless dick so hard that Taekjoo nearly blacked out.
Zhenya stroked the still-soft length as if milking an animal, all the while observing the changes in Taekjoo’s face. His hand slid up and down the tender flesh. It amused him how it would jolt in pain when squeezed hard but merely flinch when stroked gently, as if it liked the touch.
“You, crazy—”
Taekjoo gnashed his teeth. Their bodies were so close he couldn’t even kick or shove Zhenya away. If they were any closer, he might’ve been able to bite Zhenya’s nose. But they weren’t—that option was off the table. All he could do was clutch at Zhenya’s clothes like he was about to rip them apart.
He shoved Zhenya’s jaw away in anger. Zhenya let himself be pushed back, but he only stroked Taekjoo’s cock more eagerly. He slowly peeled back the foreskin, revealing the ripe, red tip. Zhenya studied it with intense focus. Beads of precum gathered at the slit. Taekjoo, breathless from struggling to push him away, was now panting for an entirely different reason. His once-murderous eyes fluttered heavily, as if his eyelids wanted to stay shut.
Zhenya rubbed the tip in slow, teasing circles before pulling down his own zipper. His menacing member pushed free from the bulge. The cock was so massive that it looked like one hand wouldn’t be enough to hold it. He brought it close, pressing it firmly against Taekjoo’s. Taekjoo sucked in a sharp breath, horrified.
“...!”
Just then, there was another knock.
“Mr. Lim?”
Sergey’s confused voice snapped Taekjoo back to his senses. He tried to push Zhenya away, but the more he pushed, the harder Zhenya pressed back until Taekjoo couldn’t even squirm. He was pinned tight between Zhenya and the window.
Zhenya’s cock thickened. He ground the heavy shaft along Taekjoo’s hip and stiff length. Prickly pubic hair grazed his sensitive skin, sending a sharp, biting jolt through him. Taekjoo’s ass cheeks quivered.
“Ah...Ugh...”
He doubled over, unable to keep his head from drooping. But Zhenya didn’t allow him even that small liberty. He seized Taekjoo’s chin, holding it firmly in place so their eyes would meet. Taekjoo frowned, his eyebrows drawn tight. Zhenya wet his lips at the sight. His cock had grown hard, erect, and intimidating as ever. It bent upward, stiff like it was meant to enter something—anything.
The slit at the tip gaped, almost alive. The thick shaft slid slowly between Taekjoo’s balls. Taekjoo let out a soft groan at the strange sensation, his frown deepening. A smile spread across Zhenya’s lips. He ran his hot tongue along the side of Taekjoo’s face. His green eyes burned with blood-red lust.
By that point, Zhenya seemed to have forgotten why he was pinning Taekjoo down at all. Their cocks rubbed against each other, and Taekjoo’s cock would twitch every time the veins on Zhenya’s shaft touched it. Zhenya pressed the two dicks even tighter together, letting his veined shaft drag roughly against Taekjoo. His hand soon squelched from the overflowing precum. His strokes moved up and down, each thrust wet and loud with slick sounds.
Taekjoo’s groin throbbed painfully as he neared climax. He clamped a hand over his mouth, terrified a sound might slip out. His vision swam, and he felt lightheaded as heat surged to his core. A tingling sensation surged from his head to his toes before he erupted in a stream of white fluid from his cock.
“Ahh...”
Taekjoo shut his eyes, brows drawn in a deep frown. He breathed into his palms, both hands raised to stifle his ragged breath and the muffled moan that escaped him. Zhenya studied Taekjoo’s flushed face as he ground against the inside of Taekjoo’s well-toned thighs. The slick patch of skin burned hot, feeling like it might peel from the friction. But Taekjoo no longer had the strength to protest—not after coming just now.
That was when Sergey’s voice cut in.
“Are you okay, Mr. Lim? I’m coming in.”
Sergey pushed the door open and stepped in, but he halted upon seeing the strange sight before him. Kwon Taekjoo was half-perched on the windowsill while Zhenya stood in front of him, meticulously fixing his clothes. The windows in the room didn’t open, and the thick, bitter scent of what had just happened still hung in the air. A tense current crackled between them.
Zhenya turned, putting on a fake smile for Sergey.
“Please, come in. I was just borrowing a book.”
It was the lamest excuse imaginable as he snatched a random book off the bed.
“Well, then,” Zhenya added, before leaving the room.
He curved his lips into an enigmatic grin, locking eyes with Taekjoo just before he shut the door. Taekjoo wanted nothing more than to punch him square in the face.
He kept glaring at the closed door until Sergey cleared his throat, reminding Taekjoo of his presence. Only then did Taekjoo step down from the windowsill and approach.
“Can I help you?”
“Oh, actually...”
Sergey started to speak but stopped himself. His eyes dropped to Taekjoo’s crotch. Taekjoo followed his gaze—and his eyes widened. His fly was still down.
Goddammit.
He had assumed Zhenya had fixed it while tidying his clothes, which, in hindsight, was a stupid assumption. He could practically see that jerk’s smirk as he walked out. Silently cursing every profanity he knew, Taekjoo reached to zip up—but Sergey suddenly grabbed his wrist. Taekjoo looked at him, stunned. Sergey leaned in close, voice dropping low.
“Well, there’s something I’ve been looking after here in the mansion. Everyone who matters in Russia is interested in it. People say whatever I ask for will be its price. I’m not sure if that piece of metal is really as valuable as they say, and I was wondering if I could have your opinion on it, Mr. Lim. What do you say? It’s not something you get to see every day.”