As Minho sat in silence, his gaze drifted toward Seo-Jun, who was absorbed in his work. The tension in the air thickened, and after a few lingering glances, Seo-Jun finally broke the stillness, his voice sharp and slightly annoyed. "Why are you staring at me so intensely?" Minho flinched, caught off guard, and scrambled for a response. "Oh, it's nothing... it's just that this is the first time I am seeing you wearing glasses…" he muttered, averting his eyes.
Seo-Jun's reply was cool and dismissive, "And?" The question hung in the air, prompting Minho's curiosity to grow even more. He turned fully to face Seo-Jun, his interest piqued. "You are wearing them because you don't see clearly, or?" he asked. Without even glancing up, Seo-Jun explained, "Those have blue light filters. Which means they reduce eye strain and prevent headaches." With that, he resumed clicking away on his laptop, as if Minho were invisible.
Minho's mind raced with questions. "Headaches? Does he usually get headaches? He has never complained about having one." Just as he was lost in thoughts, Seo-Jun's smooth, low voice pulled him back. "I wear them late at night when I need to use my laptop." Minho pondered again, "I've never seen him use his laptop late at night either." The more he observed, the more he found himself drawn to Seo-Jun, unsure if it was mere curiosity or the undeniable allure of his beauty that held him captive.
Seo-Jun, feeling the weight of Minho's gaze, maintained his calm demeanour as he said, "If you want to ask me something else, just ask." without even bothering to look at him. Minho, caught off guard, flinched and turned his head away, a wave of embarrassment washing over him as he struggled to find the right words. But Seo-Jun's smirk broke through the tension as he set his laptop aside, reaching out to gently grasp Minho's face, forcing him to meet his eyes. "I see..." he murmured, leaning in closer until their faces were mere inches apart. "Does me wearing glasses turn you on?"
Minho's heart raced, and he flinched again, yanking his face out of Seo-Jun's grip and exclaiming, "What?!" Seo-Jun, unfazed, let his hand drift to Minho's dick, applying a gentle pressure as he said, "I forgot you have a kink for facial expressions." The playful challenge in his tone made Minho's cheeks flush, and he thought, "Shit!"
Suddenly, Seo-Jun pushed Minho back onto the couch, positioning himself on top of him with a confident grin. "So, you must really like the glasses. Actually, you owe me for yesterday, we didn't get the chance to do it. So, let's do it now." he declared, trying to guide Minho to turn his body around. But Minho, feeling overwhelmed, quickly pushed against Seo-Jun's chest, shouting, "WAIT! I didn't come here for this! I came to talk with you about something else!" The urgency in his voice made Seo-Jun pause, tilting his head slightly, confusion etched on his features as he asked, "About what?"
Minho then directly looked at the table next to them where the motorcycle magazine was placed just the way he had planned to. Seo-Jun turned his head as well, following Minho's gaze with curiosity. Minho took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves, and said, "I have been reading and looking at this magazine for a few days now. And I wanted to ask you which models you are currently riding on your racetrack."
Seo-Jun's expression shifted to confusion, and he frowned as he sat back on the couch, letting go of Minho's body. With a hint of annoyance, he replied, "You have been stressing out about asking me this? You really are dumb." He placed his hand on his forehead, a clear sign of disbelief and irritation at Minho's persistence.
Feeling frustration welling up inside him from Seo-Jun's offensive remark, Minho mirrored his position on the couch, trying hard to maintain his calm. "I am very interested in motorcycles. And that was why I wanted to go with you on the racetrack from the very start." he explained, his voice steady despite the rising tension. Seo-Jun turned to him, annoyance etched on his face as he coldly responded, "Again this? I am fed up with it."
With that, Seo-Jun stood up, ready to leave in frustration. But Minho wasn't ready to let him go that easily. He quickly grabbed Seo-Jun's arm as he stood, saying urgently, "Wait!" He continued, determination clear in his eyes, "If you are worried that I might get hurt, I can protect myself! I've known how to fight since I was 10. And I am capable of beating whoever challenges me."
Minho's words of determination and confidence pierced the tension in the air, compelling Seo-Jun to turn around and face him. Leaning in closer, Seo-Jun's voice dropped to a low, cold tone, "The only thing I am worried about is my future self who will supposedly be looking for a new maid and a new sex toy." Minho, not one to back down, quickly countered, "This won't happen! I promise! Even if I do get hurt, I will still work for you and make sure that you won't feel any changes at all." The seriousness in his expression and the intensity of his gaze locked onto Seo-Jun's eyes, conveying a resolve that was unlike anyone else Seo-Jun had encountered. This unexpected display of confidence momentarily silenced Seo-Jun, prompting him to raise an eyebrow and straighten his posture.
After a brief pause, Seo-Jun sighed, his tone sharp and decisive, "Tomorrow. Be ready at 11:30 p.m. I still have unfinished business there. You can accompany me." Minho's eyes widened in disbelief, a spark of enthusiasm igniting within him as he exclaimed, "Really?!" His mind raced with excitement, thinking, "I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS! IT ACTUALLY WORKED! My plan worked!" However, his joy was quickly tempered by Seo-Jun's irritation as he shot back, "Do I look like I am joking?" The seriousness in his voice cut through Minho's excitement, but he couldn't suppress his happiness at having made progress.
With a beaming smile, Minho bowed, gratitude spilling from his lips, "Thank you so much, sir!" This gesture only elicited an eye roll from Seo-Jun, who was clearly annoyed. Minho's heart raced, knowing that despite the irritation, he had managed to secure a place by Seo-Jun's side for the night ahead, a step closer to getting even closer to him.
As soon as Minho straightened his body, he said, still partly smiling and enthusiastic, "Then, I will leave to rest now." With that, he began to walk away, but Seo-Jun swiftly grabbed his hand, forcefully throwing him onto the couch with a playful yet dominant motion. He then smirked, positioning himself on top of Minho, and teased, "What's the rush?"
Untying his bathrobe, Seo-Jun revealed his naked body, and he continued, "Why don't you enjoy the view a little longer?" He then put Minho's pants down, and with a firm grip, he seized gently Minho's dick. Seo-Jun's eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked at Minho's cock and asked, "Will you cum just from me touching your dick and you staring at my face?"
Caught off guard, Minho felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks as he stammered, "Sir—", but before he could finish his sentence, Seo-Jun squeezed his dick hard, eliciting a surprised scream from Minho. The sudden pressure sent a jolt through him, but Seo-Jun quickly transitioned to a gentler touch. Each stroke was deliberate, brushing up and down, delivering a soothing massage that aimed to relieve Minho's pleasure. With his eyes closed, Minho surrendered to the pleasure, thinking, "NO, NO, NO! WHY IS HE TOUCHING ME LIKE THAT?!"
However, as the sensations intensified, he began to breathe heavily, overwhelmed by the mix of pleasure and pain. "Sir, please stop… touching me like that!" he managed to plead, but Seo-Jun seemed unfazed, smirking as he continued stroking him. "I think you are enjoying this." he replied, confident in his approach. Minho, feeling the tension in his body start to ease despite the discomfort, lifted his head and shut his eyes again, placing a hand over his mouth in resignation. Finally, he relented, whispering, "If you continue touching… I will cum soon…"
During the hand job he was giving to Minho, Seo-Jun's body couldn't help but react as well to the sensations that coursed through him. The warmth of Minho's skin beneath his fingers and his moans echoing in the room ignited a longing within him, a desire to put his dick in Minho's ass quickly. He tilted his head slightly, a teasing smirk still playing on his lips as he felt the tension in the air shift. His hand continued to touch Minho's cock softly, each stroke eliciting involuntary responses from both of them.
As he continued, Seo-Jun felt his own dick twitch, a subtle indication of his growing need for more. It was a reaction he wasn't used to experiencing, but he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the thrill of teasing Minho. The way Minho's breath quickened and his body responded to each touch fuelled Seo-Jun's playful intent. He relished the control he had in the moment, fully absorbed in the game they were playing, determined to keep Minho on edge while he savoured the unexpected feelings bubbling within himself.
But suddenly an idea struck Seo-Jun's mind as he observed Minho struggling to keep his composure, his cheeks flushed and breath hitching. A mischievous smirk curled at the corners of his lips as he thought to himself, "Ha, I can actually have a little more fun." With newfound determination, he began to move his hand with a bit more intensity, his fingers playing with Minho's cock like a toy. Minho's resolve crumbled as he finally succumbed to the pleasure, his body betraying him as he let out a soft moan.
Just as the atmosphere became charged with even more pleasure, Seo-Jun abruptly halted his movements. He released Minho's dick, his expression shifting to one of icy indifference. "I am not in a mood anymore. You can go to bed." he stated coldly, the words slicing through the air. With that, he stood up and tied his bathrobe , leaving Minho bewildered and breathless, his heart racing from the unexpected sensations.
As Seo-Jun strode into his room, Minho remained seated, processing what had just transpired. His mind raced with confusion and lingering heat, thoughts swirling in a chaotic dance. "What just happened?!" he pondered, grappling with the unexpected turn of events and the lingering feeling of Seo-Jun's touch that left him both flustered and intrigued.