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Chapter 30. Desire & Dominance

“And if you cheat, I’ll hit you,” Jeonghan warned, opening the door to the game room. Seungcheol followed him inside with a sheepish nod, accepting Jeonghan’s insistence on playing billiards on their last night aboard the yacht.

Seungcheol frowned, remembering that he had designed a whole game room on the yacht himself.

“I won’t; I believe in playing fair,” Seungcheol replied smoothly as he removed his suit and rolled up his shirt sleeves. Jeonghan, in contrast, was dressed in nothing but boxer shorts and Seungcheol’s red shirt.

The shirt, which Jeonghan had picked out because he thought “red suited him better than Seungcheol,” hung loosely, slipping off one shoulder and accentuating his lean physique.

Seungcheol’s gaze lingered on Jeonghan, noting the way the shirt clung to his body and how his boxer shorts rested low on his hips. The sight stirred a simmering desire within him, though he maintained his composure.

Jeonghan smirked, making his way over to the pool table with a confident sway. The shirt shifted with his movement, revealing tantalizing glimpses of skin. “We’ll see about that,” he said with a teasing tone as he picked up a cue stick.

Seungcheol followed, his steps deliberate, his eyes locked on Jeonghan. The room was charged with a mix of playful competition and underlying intimacy, the light banter only heightening the palpable tension between them.

“Also, we’re going to have some rules,” Jeonghan said, arranging the balls on the table. As he bent over, the shirt rode up, clinging to his hips and revealing a teasing glimpse of his ass.

Seungcheol's gaze was firmly fixed on him, his eyes lingering on the curve of Jeonghan’s body.

“What is it?” Seungcheol asked, unable to tear his eyes away.

“Eyes here, bubbles,” Jeonghan said, his tone a mix of playful and commanding. He grabbed the cue stick and pointed it at Seungcheol’s chin, tilting it up so their eyes met. “If you lose, you have to listen to me like the little peasant you are.”

Seungcheol smirked, his gaze never leaving Jeonghan’s. “Great, sounds like a deal.”

Seungcheol held Jeonghan's gaze as he gripped the cue stick, pulling it close. When Jeonghan responded, their bodies pressed together, chest to chest. The proximity heightened the tension between them.

“And if I win?” Seungcheol asked, his voice low and filled with promise.

Seungcheol’s lips curved into a sly smile. “You’ll bend over this exact board like the good boy you are for me.”

Seungcheol’s hand tightened around Jeonghan’s waist as he spun him around, pinning him against the edge of the table.

“Keep fucking dreaming,” Jeonghan said, his smile growing as he pushed Seungcheol away. He then walked over to the computer, his hips swaying with a confident stride.

Seungcheol watched him, his expression a mix of dark satisfaction and anticipation. The charged atmosphere between them promised that the game would be more than just a test of skill—it was a battle of dominance and desire.

Jeonghan’s confident stride towards the computer only fueled the tension in the room. Seungcheol remained at the edge of the table, his eyes never leaving Jeonghan’s retreating form. The promise of what was to come was a tangible force between them.