Personal Manager

6- I can't stand it anymore

 

The slender figure turned his attention back to the wardrobe after teasing Gun a moment ago. He spotted a large t-shirt and picked it up. He thought it would be quite revealing if he wore this without underwear. A smile spread across his sweet face as he playfully teased Gun, wanting to lure him into a trap. He then put the shirt on and checked himself in the mirror.

 

"Wow, is that too intense?" He muttered softly, realising how fleeting it was, but then shook his head to dismiss the thought because of the spot. The intention was to flirt anyway.

 

After spinning around for a while, he accidentally noticed his phone lying on the table, which he hadn't put there himself. If he had to guess, it was probably Gun who did it. He kept it safe. Since waking up, he hadn't bothered to look for his communication device. Perhaps it was because there were other, more interesting things to focus on. He opened and read the latest message from a LINE group with only three members.

 

Sai: We're letting you sleep in Nong Gun's room, since you have work in the morning.

Sai: You're such a slut, taking a guy's key card to a bar?

Nee: Yeah, but I don't know where my own stuff is.

 

Kel couldn't help but laugh at his friend's comment, but he quickly typed a reply.

 

Kel: Sorry, I was a little drunk.

 

As soon as I pressed send, it showed as read by both of them, as if they were friends waiting for me all the time. I thought I woke up early, but where are Nee and Sai 

Sai woke up before him. A little while later, Sai called into the group chat.

 

"What's going on?" Kel answered the phone and bombarded him with questions. ("How are you?") Kel's voice sounded unusually frantic. ("Why are you up so early?") Meanwhile, Nee asked in a calm voice.

 

"Hangover, I woke up early, but I threw up once, and I think I'm feeling better." ("Are you still sleeping on the sofa?") Sai asked further.

 

"Why was I sleeping on the sofa?" Confusion immediately arose. ("Because we dropped you off there last night," Nee replied.)

 

"I was in bed when I woke up," his slender eyebrows furrowed before he bit his lip thoughtfully. His round eyes glanced at the bedroom door, but he couldn't remember...

Nothing at all. ("And what about Nong Gun?") Sai asked.

 

"Sleep hugging me," Kel answered truthfully, walking over and sitting on the bed. ("OMG... I'm going to die! Gun took you to his bed and even hugged you? That's not normal, Kel !")

("Have you guys done it yet?") Nee asked.

 

"Not yet. Are you crazy?" Not yet, but soon in a few minutes. Just thinking about it is too much. Now, his slender legs crossed as he leaned back.

 

He leaned back against the headboard, feeling a throbbing pain in the middle of his body, even though he was the one who provoked them first. If they found out, I'd be so humiliated.

 

Crack!

"Hey, I'll hang up now," the room owner opened the door and asked to end the call. ("Wait, I'm not finished asking yet!") Nee still called out.

 

But Kel hung up anyway, before shifting his gaze to the tall man. It was good that he was still wrapped in a towel from the waist down, not recklessly walking around the room naked like him. Kel couldn't help but admire the beautiful muscles on Gun’s strong, muscular body. Kel knew this model had a regular gym schedule. At the same moment, his sharp gaze met his, and he seemed to want to say something, but didn't.

 

"Is there something on my face?" Kel asked, raising an eyebrow and blinking innocently, as usual.

 

"You're fair-skinned," Gun replied, avoiding the question and instead letting his gaze linger on the beautiful legs peeking out from under his oversized t-shirt.

It only covered that area barely; if he moved a little more, his bare butt would definitely be visible.

 

"Why are you so impatient?" The shorter person smirked, deliberately trying to drive the other person insane.

 

"You're making me aroused."

 

"I kind of know," said Kel, but even he wasn't unaffected by that gaze. He was being stared at so intensely that even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't.

 

I'm not escaping. I'm definitely going to be devoured this very second.

 

"Are you sure? When the time comes, you can't tell me to stop," because Gun had already made up his mind.

 

"We have a meeting about filming the series today, right?" Both of them have work at nine o'clock in the morning. Even though Gun is a model, his agency still gives him work.

He's shown some potential, and he himself wants to work on a variety of projects.

 

"I wasn't asking about work at all," he said, suddenly becoming annoyed that his personal manager had brought up work-related matters.

 

"I'm too lazy to take another shower."

 

"After you're finished, you can go to sleep. I'll handle the work alone," the tall man said with a serious expression.

 

"How can that be? I have to go too!"

 

"Why are you suddenly so diligent today?" An argument ensued.

 

"Why would I let you off now? I'm not a child anymore. If I can do it, I can get up." Do you think that if we had sex, he wouldn't be able to go anywhere? He's not that weak.

 

"Oh, okay then. If you can stand up, then stand up." Gun sighed, assuming that what he said wasn't childish, meant he was quite experienced.

 

"You talk as if you're going to be violent with me." 

 

Are you going to beat me up until I’m unconscious? Such a crude and brutal taste, huh?

 

"If you're good at provoking me, I won't be able to resist."

 

"So, what would happen if we did have sex? Gun is a model, and I'm his manager. Would you still be able to look me in the eye?" Just asking.

 

Well, we've come this far; there's no way we're going to get out of this. Kel made a playful yet serious gesture, as if he were talking to a little child.

 

"And you, will you be able to look me in the face?"

"Look, I always enjoy looking at Gun's face."

 

"I enjoy looking at your face too." It's like a playful flirting battle is underway. After saying that, someone's bound to get embarrassed.

 

"Hey, kid," the shorter person smiled broadly, but accidentally let slip a word the other person didn't like very much.

 

"Why do you always say things that ruin the mood?" See? Gun once said he's not a child.

 

"It shouldn't be that easy, right?" His slender legs slowly parted, his beautiful eyes descending to gaze at the throbbing centre of his body, underneath a white towel.

 

"Don't mess around," Gun said sternly, in his usual style.

 

"And who said I was playing around? Come on," the petite manager slid down to lie flat on the bed. That only made him more alluring, as his shirt rode up almost revealing his buttocks when he raised one knee. So incredibly sexy, even though Gun had seen him naked before, this pose made him unable to take his eyes off him. 

 

Without hesitation, Gun quickly climbed onto the bed and straddled Kel’s fair body. His thick hands automatically touched the base of his thighs before his eyes could even see down there. Damn! He wasn't wearing anything! If he lifted his shirt, he’d be completely naked.

 

"Hmm, you're very good at provoking me," Gun looked up at the other person's face.

 

"I don't have any pants. I've looked." He's a better actor than some stars.

 

"I have a lot of boxer shorts," he said. You could see them just by opening the closet, as he folded them and stored them in the compartment at the bottom.

 

"Do you want me to wear it or not? If you want me to wear it, I'll get up and put it on."

 

"It's so wet, why would you wear it? I'm just asking," Gun said when he saw clear fluid oozing from the small body. He guessed that his manager must have been in that mood for a while.

 

"You're so strong, how can you endure this?" 

That's right, Gun has feelings too.

 

"Soon you will be free," the handsome face leaned closer before whispering in his ear.

 

"If you don't have a bag, you're not allowed to take it."

 

"There's already one," Gun reached for the drawer of the bedside table and opened it. Damn...why is there only one left? It must be because he doesn't buy things like that often. 

 

Lately, he hasn't been engaging in such activities much. Being a celebrity and model requires being careful about going out and bringing women home to avoid damaging his reputation.

 

"Okay," the small figure nodded slightly, even though his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest.

 

"But one probably won't be enough," Gun said preemptively.

 

"That's unbelievable!"

 

"It's because you're the one who's teasing," it turned out the blame was on Kel.

 

"Really?" His sweet eyes sparkled, and his lips were pressed together so tightly that it was almost unbearable for the person looking at him.

 

"Hee"

 

"Mmm..." And then their lips met, their desires communicated through their eyes. It was a kiss the smaller man had experienced the day before, and he hadn't expected a second one so soon. He admitted he missed everything Gun did—the way his lips pressed against his, as if stealing his breath, or even the force of the larger hands squeezing his waist. This younger model was too understanding; he knew exactly where to touch and how to kiss to make him tremble. The sound of their lips sucking on each other intensified their passion. But then, the man above pulled away from the kiss.

 

Kel immediately frowned because he didn't know why Gun stopped.

 

"Last night, you mentioned someone named Ohm. You said you missed him." The sharp eyes looked like they weren't pressing for an answer, but inwardly, he was anxious for a response.

 

I want to make sure this personal manager isn't taken. Even though I'm feeling incredibly emotional, if he says he has a boyfriend, I'll stop.

 

"Are you serious?" The shorter person was taken aback.

 

"Yes, tell me, what is your relationship to him?"

 

"Uh...just an ex-boyfriend."

 

"Still love him?" he asked, his dark eyebrows raised.

 

"I don't love him like that anymore."

 

"Then don't moan his name where I can hear," Gun said, then bent down and kissed Kel again, and this time it was much more intense.

 

"Mmm..." A hot tongue skillfully intertwined with the slender tongue of the person beneath, hands caressing the smooth, white body through the long shirt.

 

It gathers and pulls on the flat chest. The young model pulled his towel out of the way before tracing his lips across the fragrant neck. The smooth skin was so sweet and alluring in every way. The aroused man began to writhe restlessly, his body twisting with desire. Their heavy breathing grew louder. Even just the touch of a tongue was making him squirm like this; he didn't even want to think about what would happen next...

 

"Mmm..." A moan escaped his lips. "Mmm." Gun enjoyed every part of the smaller man's body. While still nibbling at the smooth skin all over, he also reached out his hands to tease the small, slender body.

 

"Ah!" Kel flinched when he was touched.

 

"You seem so excited, even though you've been through so much," the deep voice said, expressing his thoughts.

 

"N-no, not at all. Ahh!" Gun started stroking Kel's private parts, making them even wetter.

 

"I don't have any gel."

 

"I...it's alright. Ugh." Why are my words so hesitant?

 

"I already knew." 

 

People who've been through it probably don't need lube, do they? It's probably loose, so they won't bother with foreplay.

 

Gun tore open the condom wrapper and put it on immediately, watching the frail figure who was breathing heavily. After a while, Kel slowly raised both knees so the other person could clearly see the brightly colored opening. The taller man burst into laughter when he was teased about that tightly closed opening.

 

"Go ahead, no preamble." The listener's eyes widened.

 

"If you don't prepare the way, it'll hurt," the shorter person quickly retorted. Not using lube is understandable since there isn't any, but not preparing the way beforehand would definitely hurt.

 

"Normally, which do you prefer, fingers or your tongue?"

 

"Um..." I mean, I've never had anyone use their mouth or tongue on me before. Up until now, it's only ever been fingers.

 

" Gun was also waiting to listen.

 

"F...finger," the sweet voice almost faded, but even so, Gun heard it.

 

"okay"

 

The strong finger tried to force its way into the narrow opening, and a moan escaped his lips. Why was he crying so much just from one finger? But Gun didn't stop. He began moving his fingers in and out rhythmically, and the protests continued as before.

 

"It hurts... Ugh... P-please stop," the slender hand tried to push the other's hand away from his body.

 

"How could this hurt?" Gun frowned.

 

"Because I've never been touched by a big finger before."

 

"Hmm?"

 

"Uh... can you please stop? Do you want to see me die?"

 

This surprised Gun greatly.

 

"Come in." "You're already screaming just thinking about it. If you were mine..."

 

"Don't be so confident...Ouch!" Kel retorted, then immediately cried out when Gun inserted his penis into his soft cavity. It was a way of silencing the little one. He knew Kel was about to challenge him, to imply that his was smaller than a finger, huh?

 

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry," a smile curved his lips.

 

"Ah...it hurts...ugh." His innocent face turned bright red. He was in so much pain he didn't know what to do.

 

"Your current behaviour is like someone who's never been taken before."

 

"N-no way! I'm too old... Oh my..." He quickly denied it, not wanting Gun to know how naive he was about this.

 

How much? I can't let anyone know that this is the first time. When I say I've used my own fingers, I mean my own. There's nothing strange about masturbating, is there?

 

"Ah, don't clench so tightly," the young model said, struggling. The small hole was so tight that it made it almost impossible for him to move.

 

"How can I stop it?" Kel's body twitched automatically.

 

"I'm serious, have you ever been taken advantage of?"

 

" The other person refused to speak, their face contorted in pain.

 

"Answer me, or you'll stay like this." He was tormenting him to get an answer, practically dying right there. His slender lips were pressed together in confusion. He'd already told him, hadn't he? Why was he asking again? If he answered truthfully, "no"...

Would I be embarrassed if I were ever rejected? I've been flirting so much, like I'm an expert at this. But if I say I've been rejected before, will Gun catch on?

 

"That's a lie. Why are you acting like you're going to die after being lied to? Tell the truth." He's incredibly harsh. Is he really younger than him?

 

"Ouch! That hurts!" Gun bent down and bit Kel's lip once before slowly pulling away.

 

"Never?" His handsome face was full of question marks.

 

"Um...never, never been touched," the shorter person finally confessed.

 

"How is that possible?" Gun was even more confused. When Kel said he had, he didn't believe it. Now that he had this answer, he didn't want to believe it either.

 

"I can't take it anymore."

 

"Why did you make me your first?" That's another thing I want to know.

 

"Please don't ask any questions. I'm dying."

Gun felt sorry for him, which is why he started to move his body. In truth, he himself couldn't bear it anymore. He felt strange knowing that he was a man. When I first got to know him, I couldn't believe it, but this small Kel, who was resisting, was so naive and clueless.

 

"Ouch, it hurts. Why does it hurt so much... Ahh!"

 

"Ah... damn brother."

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm"

 

The petite manager didn't have a chance to say anything more because the young model didn't give him a single second to pause. His strong hips slammed against his.

 

Driven by emotions, lately, the cries of pain have turned into moans of pleasure. Gun felt the same way.

 

"Ah... Mmm..." Kel bit his lip seductively and let out a moan, his face showing extreme pleasure.

 

"Mmm, ah," Gun gazed at his beautiful face, clenching his jaw until the muscles bulged. No matter how Kel expressed himself, he was captivating.

 

It intensified until his smooth, pale body trembled to the rhythm. Had the man forgotten that he was doing this to someone who had never experienced anything like it before?

 

"Gun, be gentler," until Kel had to be the one to ask.

 

Gun slowed down before leaning down to kiss those slender lips again. The rhythm became slower, yet the kiss was so deep it sent shivers down his spine. Kel’s whole body went numb because every stroke hit hard and hit all his erogenous zones perfectly.

 

"Gun Ahs!" Upon hearing that, the person whose name was called couldn't help but smile. He continued to move his body until the sound of flesh hitting flesh could be heard, and soon they both reached their climax. To be honest, it was only once, and it wasn't enough for Gun, but those were all the condoms they had. He wasn't sure if Kel would agree to go without one if he asked.

 

"Ugh...w-why?" The smaller person felt a sticky fluid in their rear area.

 

"Hey!" Gun was startled when he pulled his body out.

 

"Gun..."

 

"It broke on its own, I didn't mean to." It turned out that the only condom had broken, causing some of the thick white fluid to spill out of Pink Love Channel.

 

"I'm tired," but Kel didn't say anything because his body couldn't take it anymore. He tried to think that he wasn't a child who couldn't get up, but look what happened. Now, he’s so exhausted.

 

"That's not enough for me."

 

"That's enough. I'm tired."

 

"Where did that boastful person go? Who said they were coming to discuss business with me?"

 

"Ugh..." I really want to argue, what should I do?

 

"Getting outbid like this, I can't possibly make it," Gun emphasised.

"Ouch, it hurts," the sweet face could only nod. "You've flirted with so many others, why did you let me take the initiative?"

 

"I don't know, my body just wants to give in."

 

"Damn it, brother!" There he goes again. 

 

Every time Kel does something to him, Gun can't help but swear.

 

"I'm tired," the slender figure said again, trying to pull his oversized shirt down to cover his exposed parts.

 

"Are you going to take a shower? I'm dirty."

 

"I'm not going to shower, I can't," the exhausted person immediately shook their head.

 

"I'll give you a bath."

 

"I'm sleepy."

 

"Okay then, go to sleep first. I'll come back and give you a bath later."

 

"Mm," those were the last words Kel uttered before drifting off to sleep once again.

 

Gun sat watching the man with his eyes closed, recalling the events of a moment ago. He was incredibly rebellious and argumentative, always flirting and teasing like someone with extensive experience, even though he was still a virgin. It was a complete contrast to their lovemaking; he was like a child during sex, crying out in pain until Gun finally took control. This showed him that taming such a stubborn manager required a firm grip in bed.