Chapter 44: The Forbidden Deal
"Why?"
That was what Ryujin questioned the moment the condition was worded out by Jihwan.
"Why would you want to read that?"
Jihwan looked away stoically. As if he couldn’t care any less to answer that.
"No, seriously, I thought you hated that?!" Ryujin was genuinely concerned.
"What I do with the manuscript is none of your business. You just get your own fill of me and be done with it."
Jihwan still refused to give a clear answer.
"Hah! Have my fill, you say," Ryujin suddenly yanked up Jihwan’s butt as thunder stroke in the sky behind him through the windshield.
"Are you sure you can give me my ’fill’?"
Jihwan tilted his head to left and smiled confidently.
Oh you’re in for a rough ride, Mr. Secretary.
Ryujin had that one single thought.
Up in the apartment, someone was on the verge of death due to mortification.
Doha sat in an apologetic position on the floor beside the bed.
He couldn’t dare look up.
How could I misunderstand that?!
Doha was regretting ever thinking he was smart.
"You see," Song-rik’s voice made him perk up. "It’s not like we can’t do it. It’s just that... "
Doha was listening carefully and fully focused as he didn’t want to make another mistake.
"I wanted to do it for the first time on your... birthday. As a gift to you."
Doha heard his heart blasting the blood into his veins at light’s speed as he listened to Song-rik’s words.
On my birthday...
...as a gift...
... oh my god...
But...
Doha looked up, quite concerned.
"But, hyung, it’s July now," he pointed out. "My birthday is on 6th December. Are we going to wait for five months?"
Song-rik looked confused.
"Huh? Isn’t your birthday 26th of August?" He asked.
"Ah! Right! I don’t know why I thought it was 6th December," Doha had an unexplained ache in his gut as he failed to remember why he thought so.
"But hyung, how do you know my birthday?"
Song-rik become awfully quiet.
Then Doha remembered the background check Song-rik had done on him when he proposed that ridiculous contract in the beginning.
Doha chuckled as he remembered the day Song-rik showed up at his cafe job and demanded him to sign the contract.
It was so funny how he waited until his shift ended while sitting in a rundown cafe dressed like conglomerate.
Well, he is a conglomerate.
Doha nodded thoughtfully.
"But it’s not fair if only you know, hyung. Tell me when your birthday is too." Doha said slowly inching closer to the bed.
Song-rik bashfully answered to that question.
"It’s 31st January. I was a winter baby."
"Oh that’s quite far away then. I have all the time to think of a good gift." Doha smiled as he sat up beside Song-rik who was still wrapped up inside the blanket.
"So next month on 26th it is," Doha nudged at Song-rik shyly. "That’s still very late. How am I supposed to keep myself in check when you’re so beautiful, hyung."
"What... do you ... even mean? If anything, you’re very good at self control. You’re the first alpha I’ve seen that would bash his head on the road to stop himself during rut," Song-rik pouted as he turned his head away from Doha.
"I even thought you weren’t attracted to me, at first."
"I’m very much attracted to you, hyung."
Doha climbed upon Song-rik. He gently held Song-rik’s hand and first he put his hand on his face.
Then it slid down to his chest. And Doha slowly took the soft and slender over his crotch.
Song-rim was frozen stiff, he couldn’t resist a thing.
Doha was looking him in the eyes and not breaking eye contact once.
Song-rik could feel it. The hardness under the fabric. It was softer than he thought but that wasn’t the problem.
He could feel how big it was just by the sensation of touching it. Song-rik gulped as he looked down at his hand touching it.
"That’s.... well... warm."
"It is."
Doha leaned closer to Song-rik as the omega blushed further. The two were fully dressed yet it felt as if they laying there naked in front of each other. And that they could see all of each other.
"Hyung. You’re hands are soft. I was thinking about it today."
"Hmm. And yours are... big and warm."
"Are you sure you’re talking about the hands?"
"Yes! I’m talking about hands!!! 😣😣"
"Then why did you say it so lewdly?"
"No, I didn’t! I just said what came into my mind!"
"Pfft!"
"..."
"... I’m sorry, you were so nervous, I couldn’t help teasing you. You looked too cute."
Song-rik looked so betrayed and embarrassed, he almost cried. But his shy face was even better. He tried to hide behind his hands.
"Hyung, that hand of yours was just touching my thing. Are you trying to... smell it?!"
"Stop teasing me!!!"
"Hahaha! I’m sorry!! I just can’t stop!"
Doha held off Song-rik’s hands and closed in on his face.
"I’ll be desperately waiting for 26th August. Don’t you dare back out?"
Song-rik nodded bashfully as he touched Doha’s forehead with his own.
"I promise."
"Hehe, nice."
"But Doha..."
"Yeah?"
"I just noticed, you must’ve had a big forehead when you were little. I see lots of little scars. You only get those when you’ve a lot of area to work with."
"Hyung, it was a nice try but you failed to tease me."
Doha crawled into the blanket near Song-rik and pinned him down on the bed.
"Now you’ll suffer tickles as punishment." Doha announced before pouncing on Song-rik with the tickling hands.
In a bit, Song-rik was a laughing mess, trying to escape the tickle monster in the blanket, but he was unfortunately trapped in the very folds he was hiding.
At one point, the tickling became more like touching him gently and tracing his body with his fingers like a canvas that being painted with a pencil with aimless lines.
Song-rik quieted down, he could see the mood was becoming more and more hotter.
Their pheromones were still in check but it was only before they blasted out.
"Doha-ya."
"Yeah."
"I should go home. I think you’ll open your birthday gift before the due date, if I didn’t."
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