CH 113

Yoonshin’s striped tie slithered off. Sehun undid the button slowly, one by one, from the top of Yoonshin’s shirt, still pressed against each other waist down.

Their skin wasn’t directly touching, but the act of Sehun stripping Yoonshin and the racy contact between their groins were insanely arousing.

Being grabbed by someone with a stronger grip was novel and nerve-racking, yet it almost made Yoonshin’s head spin. A wave of electricity coursed through his spine, making all the hairs on his body rise, especially on his back.

“Hah, ugh, Senior Attorney,” Yoonshin groaned.

His unstable hands shook, making the coffee that was filled to three-quarters of the mug slosh around. Sehun leaned down and kissed the fingers that were gripping the cup, then he suggestively traced his fingers along the edge of the younger lawyer’s shirt. The placket of the shirt, halfway undone, parted slightly. Sehun slid his hand in between the part and started to caress Yoonshin’s chest. Yoonshin couldn’t bear it any longer. A gasp slipped from between his lips. “Ahhgnh…! Ah!”

Yoonshin’s hand shook violently, struggling to support himself, but he managed to grab Sehun’s waist. He crumpled the soft fabric of the shirt in his hands, and Sehun used the momentum of Yoonshin’s actions to thrust his hand deeper.

The button at the middle of his torso popped off. While Yoonshin’s attention was drawn to the lost button, Sehun used his free hand to snatch the mug out and set it on the table. With his other hand, Sehun nudged Yoonshin’s perky nipple.

“Ngh, Attorney Kang… Ah, this feels weird. Mmgh.” Yoonshin’s gasps filled the surrounding space. The air in the room was taut with tension.

Yoonshin buried his burning face into Sehun’s shoulder and blinked hard. Yoonshin could feel that the other’s torso muscles were straining from arousal. Sehun showered Yoonshin’s hair with a series of soft kisses as he gently stroked the other’s nub between his fingers.

All of Yoonshin’s cells jumped wildly. The stimulation reached an unbearable pressure—he felt like his body would burst, so he could only squirm. His lips parted slightly, his rosy cheeks twitched, and Yoonshin could only pant. Then, he felt Sehun’s member getting stiff, and he bit his lip.

The great Sehun Kang.

Yoonshin thought that only the highest echelons of power and honor could make him hard.

Thanks to that, just feeling the stiffening outline of Sehun’s member excited Yoonshin to the point he could probably climax.

“Y-you’re hard, right?” Yoonshin squeezed out, trying to hold onto his rationality that was slipping away. Sehun froze. Then, he grabbed Yoonshin’s smooth chin and made him meet his eyes.

Instead of answering the question, he merely stared into the other’s eyes. Important but untold truths were implanted deep in Sehun’s eyes. Sehun didn’t plan on telling Yoonshin what they were. Perplexed, Yoonshin called out to the older man, “Senior Attorney?”

Sehun pushed himself away from Yoonshin and took a step back. Yoonshin had no idea what brought about this change, so he could only remain mystified.

“Yoonshin Do.” This again—Sehun called his full name. Whenever he did this, complicated thoughts seemed to swirl in Sehun’s mind.

This time was the same.

“Is there something you wanted to tell me?” Yoonshin probed.

“What do you want from me?” Sehun asked.

Yoonshin had no idea why Sehun was asking this. “Me? I just…”

Yoonshin wanted Sehun to stay by his side when he felt extremely anxious. It would be great if Sehun could also help with his sister’s problem, but thinking about it level-headedly, Yoonshin knew that this was merely his wishful thinking.