CAPTURING REDEMPTION

CHAPTER 21: THE LINE BETWEEN THEM

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Kwon Taekjoo watched as uncertainty clouded Yevgeny's eyes, a familiar hesitation that took him back to the first time he had kissed the Russian. It had been a night of heavy rain, their plans to visit a shrine thwarted by the sudden downpour, leaving them confined within the grand walls of the Bogdanov mansion. That night, Taekjoo's desire, which had simmered for months, finally pushed him to take that bold step, though the response he received was just as uncertain as what he was witnessing now. Even now, as Yevgeny sat between his legs, eyes fixated on his abdomen, lost in thought, the memory of that moment haunted Taekjoo.

With a heart weighed down by disappointment, Taekjoo gently stood on his toes, looking down at the conflicted Russian. "If you don't want to do this... don't force yourself," he murmured, though deep down, he longed for a different response. He extended his hand to help Yevgeny to his feet, trying to mask the longing that gnawed at him. But as soon as Yevgeny stood up, the actor let out a surprised yelp, finding himself abruptly pinned against the table. His hands instinctively gripped the wooden edge, steadying himself to avoid toppling over the flat surface. "W—what happened?" he stammered, bewildered by the sudden shift, yet a part of him, the part that craved Yevgeny's touch, hoped this was the continuation he so desperately desired—a chance to taste Yevgeny fully, with consent, with love, even if it was all a façade.

This moment, Taekjoo realized, might be his only opportunity to experience Yevgeny in the way he had fantasized about, the way he had dreamed of during countless lonely nights. Although he had chided, and something physically slapped himself for dreaming about his enemy while he was still dating someone else, now that he had Yevgeny a butterfly wing away, he could not think of anything else but the desire that refused to die down.

Yevgeny's eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on the actor. "You're not going to back out, right?" The question hung in the air, unexpected and tinged with a new intensity that made Taekjoo blink in surprise. The man before him seemed like a stranger, someone Taekjoo had never met before. Slowly, he shook his head, affirming his willingness, which earned him a brief, tender kiss on his lips, a touch that left him even more confused, yet filled with anticipation.

Without breaking eye contact, Yevgeny sank to his knees, the tension between them thickening with each passing second. With deliberate slowness—agonizingly slow for Taekjoo—Yevgeny unbuttoned the actor's jeans, sliding them down along with his grey underwear, revealing the throbbing erection that had been straining against the fabric. Yevgeny's fingers wrapped around it, his warm touch sending a wave of shivers down Taekjoo's spine. His arms, which had been supporting his upper body, trembled as he felt the subtle, cautious strokes of Yevgeny's hand. The touch was exploratory, tender, almost reverent—so different from anyone else who had ever touched him. Yevgeny's fingers glided up and down the length, his movements careful, betraying his inexperience. Taekjoo could tell this was Yevgeny's first time doing this with another man, and there was something endearing about the Russian's careful attentiveness, his determination to give his all, even in uncharted territory.

Suddenly, Taekjoo gasped, his breath catching as the warmth of Yevgeny's mouth enveloped him. The sensation of Yevgeny's soft, velvety tongue moving around the sensitive tip of his erection was overwhelming, far more intense than the strokes of his fingers. Though Yevgeny still held half of Taekjoo's length in his hand, the focus was now on the tantalizing heat and wetness of his mouth. As Yevgeny's lips moved closer, Taekjoo could feel the subtle, tingling friction of the Russian's inner cheeks, their soft texture adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Yevgeny's tongue wrapped around the sensitive skin, exploring every inch with an almost desperate curiosity.

Yevgeny soon found a rhythm, his hand pumping Taekjoo's girth into his mouth, sliding in and out with increasing confidence. The pace, though tentative at first, quickly grew more assured, mimicking the rhythm the actor himself had used just days before. The kitchen filled with the raw, guttural sounds of lust, the wet, sinful noises of Yevgeny's mouth working around Taekjoo's length, mingling with the heavy, uneven breaths of the actor. The actor's desperate body grew hotter with each thrust into Yevgeny's mouth, his upper body trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through him. The intensity of the moment, the sheer passion radiating between them, made everything else fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of their desire.