[M] Extra - "I want my reward"

Young-Su brought Eun-tak all the way back home. During the ride, he called the school to inform them of their absence from night class. It was just Automotives, a class they had taken because it was in their area of expertise—an easy class and easy credit.

"Young," Eun-tak grabbed Young-Su's sleeve, "what's a fudanshi?" He looked up at him with a face full of innocence.

Young-Su's face cracked. He facepalmed, taking a deep breath. "Eun'er, where did this come from?"

Eun-tak pouted, recalling Ling Xie's reluctance to explain. In fear that Young-Su would leave him hanging as well, he became more obedient. "Ling Xie says he's a fudanshi." He tapped his pointy finger to his chin, thinking deeply.

He didn't notice that his facially paralyzed lover was currently grinning. So Chen Yi actually has a high chance? Young-Su marveled. I'm not gonna tell him though. He should suffer. He was the type of person to hold grudges. And he could still vividly remember the cockblock from yesterday.

"Come here. I'll tell you."

Young-Su took Eun-tak's hand and led him to their bed. He sat down, pulling Eun-tak to sit on his lap. "Remember fujoshi?" Eun-tak nodded meekly.

"Fudanshi is the male slang term for fujoshi." Young-Su ended with a smirk.

Eun-tak looked up, his mind going blank as he struggled to comprehend what Young-Su had just said. "What?"

Young-Su merely widened his smile, silently confirming Eun-tak's disbelieving gaze.

It finally dawned on Eun-tak. No wonder Ling Xie had a nosebleed when they saw two men going into a love hotel. No wonder Ling Xie's type had so many male characteristics. No wonder he was asked about those damn details! Eun-tak's face turned bright red in embarrassment.

He was probably the most familiar with Ling Xie's stubborn personality aside from his family. He knew Ling Xie would definitely stop at nothing to make him spill the tea.

"I've done my job," Young-Su circled his arms around Eun-tak's waist. "Now what?"

Eun-tak furrowed his brows. "What?" His docile look was long gone.

Young-Su's stoic face dramatically shifted. He widened his eyes, looking hurt, and his imaginary puppy ears seemed to fold down. "I want my reward."

An arrow pierced Eun-tak's heart. This devil really knows how to manipulate my weakness. His mouth twitched. "Haven't had enough? My butt hurts, and Ling Xie found out about us because of it," he mourned.

I think he already knew. What he wanted to know was probably who's the top and who's the bottom. Young-Su thought but decided not to share that with his lover.

"What about a kiss?" Young-Su tapped his lips. "Can't I get a kiss?"

Eun-tak's mouth twitched again. Reluctantly, he leaned in and gave his lover a peck on the lips. But before he could pull away, Young-Su captured him, locking him in a deep kiss.

Young-Su sucked on his tongue and pushed Eun-tak's head closer with his right hand. His left hand wandered south, squeezing Eun-tak's groin. "Mmph!" Eun-tak slapped him on the chest in response. Young-Su only pulled back slightly when Eun-tak was nearly out of breath, his face flushed from the intensity.

"A kiss! Just. A. Kiss." Eun-tak emphasized, his hands clutching Young-Su's gray sweatshirt.

Young-Su heard him, but let the words slip through one ear and out the other. He brought his lips to Eun-tak's nipple, licking over his white collared shirt. He heard a suppressed moan as he nibbled and licked, soaking through Eun-tak's clothes.

He pulled away to inspect his work. "Look. I can see through your shirt." He flicked the visible nipple, making Eun-tak jolt.

Young-Su gazed at his lover's dazed expression, then grabbed hold of his butt, giving it a firm press. "Still just a kiss?"

Eun-tak groaned begrudgingly. "What's the point of asking?"

Young-Su smiled and seized his lips, this time gentler, as he guided him onto the bed. Their lips stayed locked as they moved together.

His hands slid under Eun-tak's clothes, passing his heat to the other. They quickly shed their garments, eyes meeting with hunger, before diving back into the kiss.

Eun-tak wrapped his arms around Young-Su's shoulder, doing his best to respond to the kiss. A moan escaped his lips when his dick was caressed as Young-Su stroked him—first gently, then with more intensity.

Pulling his lips away from the kiss, Eun-tak pushed himself up to nibble on Young-Su's ear. "Hurry."

Young-Su's eyes darkened. He flipped Eun-tak over, lifting his bottom, then parted his cheeks. As much as he wanted to enter immediately, a thread of sanity reminded him to be gentle.

He lubricated Eun-tak with his saliva, then loosened him up with his fingers.

Eun-tak jerked at the sensation, unable to suppress his moans. His dick was slick with precum, and he subconsciously raised his hips higher.

Young-Su got the message but held back, moving calmly as he towered over Eun-tak. He positioned himself, then slowly pushed the tip in. "Nngh... Eun, loosen up for me."

Eun-tak was in a daze. When he heard his lover's plea, he instinctively obeyed, and in one swift motion, Young-Su filled him completely. "Ah! Ah! Young—!" The sudden rush of pleasure made him come.

But Young-Su didn't wait for him to gather himself. He pulled back and thrust deeper, each movement more urgent than the last.

Eun-tak was still reeling from his climax when the next wave hit him. The pleasure was so intense he could barely think. "Ha—Young! F-faster—!"

Young-Su groaned, increasing his pace. "Eun—together—"

Eun-tak moaned, his voice husky and seductive as he whispered in Young-Su's ear, tightening around him. The sensation brought both of them to an overwhelming climax.

They collapsed onto the bed, breaths shallow and rapid, Young-Su still inside.

"One more?" Young-Su asked in a hoarse voice.