He’s a Fox Ch 73(NSFW)

Chapter 73(NSFW)

As soon as their eyes met, Kangwoon pressed his lips forward without hesitation. Hohyun lingered for a moment in hesitation, then parted his lips a beat later. A hot mass slipped into the opening, so searing that it didn’t even feel like a tongue but rather like something heated in fire. If he focused too much on the motions of that tongue, the garments draped over his body began to disappear one after another. In the blink of an eye, his pajama top was stripped away, and his bare skin was exposed to the air.

A few days ago, traces of bruised and reddish hues still remained on his body, but with time they had faded, leaving his skin clean and pale. As Kangwoon gazed down at that pallid complexion, he idly rubbed near the ribcage. Hohyun flinched, his shoulders drawing in, and he followed the other’s gaze downward.

There, lodged neatly on an ambiguous spot—whether to call it his side or his chest was uncertain—was a small mole. Perhaps because one rarely inspects such areas unless they’re wounded, Hohyun had never even noticed it before. It wasn’t a place with any particular curves or fullness, but Kangwoon lingered, caressing that tiny mole a while before sliding his hand upward.

The hand that wandered slowly upward brushed the one raised contour of Hohyun’s torso. When it toyed with his nipple in a brushing stroke, a strange ticklishness welled up. Flustered, Hohyun covered his chest with his hand and muttered in protest.

“Wait, why are you… why are you touching there….”

Unable even to meet the other’s eyes, he voiced a feeble complaint. Kangwoon let out a slow, long breath and then whispered.

“Are you going to keep covering it?”

To anyone who didn’t know better, it might have sounded as if he were coaxing a child. Though Hohyun could clearly sense the teasing laced underneath that playful smile, he couldn’t bring himself to lower the hand shielding his chest. His lower half was at least still wrapped in pants, but his upper half was stripped bare, without a single thread to cover him.

Even as he wavered, his hand remained stubbornly fixed in place atop his chest. Yet Kangwoon didn’t forcefully shove it away. After all, two hands only cover so much, and there are countless spots left defenseless. He only needed to target somewhere that couldn’t be resisted without uncovering the rest. When Kangwoon tapped the area around Hohyun’s buttocks, Hohyun’s eyes flew wide open. Pleased with such a predictable reaction, the tiger raised the corners of his lips, his grin steeped in amusement.

For Hohyun, however, it felt like hell. Focus on defending one place, and another was exposed; shift his mind here, and the other side was under attack. The tiger prowled before and behind without pause, leaving him cornered with no escape. Even when Kangwoon kneaded his buttocks through the fabric of his pants—sending Hohyun’s body into startled twitches—he still obstinately kept his hand on his chest. It was then that a peculiar glint passed through Kangwoon’s eyes. So this much was acceptable, was it? His lips curled into a mischievous smile as he abruptly hoisted Hohyun’s body aloft.

Supporting him under one thigh with a single arm, Kangwoon used his free hand to tug down his pants, the movements astonishingly practiced. Before Hohyun could even process dangling in the air, his trousers slipped off with a swift motion. If this seemed like an unspoken answer to Hohyun’s earlier question of whether he’d had much experience in love, perhaps it wasn’t just imagination.

It would have been a lie to say he wasn’t bothered—that someone else’s clothing-shedding touch looked so natural, so accustomed. But more than that, what weighed on him was the naked body now brazenly revealed under the fluorescent light. Turning off the lamp would hardly help; a nocturnal tiger such as Kangwoon would still see everything clearly. Thus, Hohyun opted to cover himself.

On the bed, the most efficient thing at hand for concealing his body was the bedsheet. He fumbled, wriggling to tug one loose from beneath the mattress—yet Kangwoon was quicker. With not an instant’s hesitation, the tiger stretched out his hand and pressed directly against Hohyun’s groin.

“……Uuhk!”

As palm and sex rubbed together, it felt like sparks of electricity zapped up through the soles of his feet. It wasn’t that he had never touched himself there before, but it was the first time someone else’s hand had brushed over him. There was a saying he had once heard—that a person responds less when tickling themselves because their brain anticipates the sensation, whereas another’s touch always rings sharper. Until this moment, he had never imagined that applied here as well. Like any ordinary young man in his twenties, it wasn’t as though he hadn’t tried masturbation alone, but the stimulation now, under another’s hand, surged more powerfully by far, and his legs tensed with involuntary strength. Since Kangwoon had first begun idly stroking his thigh a moment ago, his member had been half‑arched, but now it stood fully rigid at once. Its perpetrator gave a dry, candid remark on this vigorous response.

“You’re healthy.”

At those nonchalant words, Hohyun squeezed his eyes shut so tightly his lashes trembled. Regardless of whether he drowned in shame, Kangwoon’s deliberate touches did not cease. As the sensations stacked higher and higher, his eyelids quivered without control.

Each exhalation of his ragged breath, each shudder as Kangwoon’s hand fondled his erect shaft, reinforced the visceral weight pressing taut beneath. Sneaking a glance through lowered lashes, he found the tiger staring at him with a fevered gaze, as if he might devour him whole. Those eyes, darker and more sunken than usual, sent a chill tracing down Hohyun’s spine.

“Hhh… uh.”

Even while staying still, strange noises trickled unbidden from his throat. The contradiction of a body moving freely of his will felt unbearably foreign. A faint resistance prickled at him, like a thorn caught beneath the nail, but it was quickly drowned beneath the relentless waves crawling upward from below.

Kangwoon, who had been watching his tangled emotions intently, began to change tactics. His hand, previously content with mere strokes, slid sharper against the flesh. The calloused pads of his fingers pressed down hard near the crown. In a flash of white, Hohyun sucked in a huge breath and bit hard on his lower lip.

His curled feet scraped pitifully at the bedsheet. When the stimulation breached his very threshold, release built up in a rush, imminent without delay. Voice faltering, he whispered faintly to Kangwoon.

“Ch… Chairman.”*

“Mm.”

“I… I think… I’m going to….”

“Really?”

*(Note: “사장님” [sajangnim] literally means company president, boss, or owner. It conveys a formal/workplace relationship between the two.)

Though it was a veiled plea—begging him to stop, for fear of spilling over—Kangwoon did not withdraw. Rather, his grip tightened further. A strangled cry leaked from Hohyun as the pressure wrung tremors up his thighs. Only after his ruthless hand was soaked through with Hohyun’s release did the tiger finally relent.

Underwear still clung there, thin fabric utterly insufficient to halt the flow. As Kangwoon’s fingers slid languidly away, they were slick with the translucent aftermath, its nature all too obvious.

Face burning as if it would burst, Hohyun scrambled, trying to find something to wipe himself with, only to pitch backward when Kangwoon turned his body sideways. The tiger, who had been seated on the edge of the bed, shifted inward, and naturally, Hohyun, perched on his knee, tumbled onto the sheets. Leaning over him, Kangwoon lifted his face close.

In those fever‑lit eyes, Hohyun plainly saw desire entrenched, and he closed his eyes instinctively. Usually, whenever their gazes met like this, a kiss promptly followed. But this time, contrary to his expectation, Kangwoon’s lips did not touch his own.

While Hohyun held his eyes tightly shut, awaiting the kiss that never came, Kangwoon’s body descended lower. His lips nipped gently at the soft hollows of his belly, and belated unease spurred Hohyun’s eyes open. In that instant, Kangwoon, without a flicker of hesitation, lowered his mouth to Hohyun’s loins. With a movement as smooth and natural as flowing water, shock riddled through Hohyun’s body, and he flailed in panic.

“Wa… wait. Hh—uh!”

The very moment his shaft was engulfed by that heated flesh, a red warning light flared in his skull. This was wrong. This was going too far. His legs thrashed, kicking at empty air atop the sheets. There was no way Kangwoon missed the commotion, yet he ignored it utterly, absorbed in devouring him instead.

“Ah—uhk, uh, ahh!”

Trying desperately to push away the head fixed between his thighs, he shoved frantically—but the tiger did not budge. When Kangwoon pressed his tongue flat along the middle of the shaft with firm pressure, shudders rattled through Hohyun’s frame. Begging, his voice cracked weakly, imploring for even a short reprieve. Yet instead of mercy, Kangwoon only sank deeper. In the process, the faint scrape of teeth brushed against sensitive flesh, and the instinctive jolt of pain froze Hohyun’s entire body.

Hands meant to push him away faltered, leaving him gasping in ragged spurts. As though in reassurance, Kangwoon’s palm slid tenderly down the side of his thigh—an oddly gentle touch for such a brutal act. Slowly, Hohyun’s taut muscles began to slacken. Yet even as he exhaled in resignation, he was struck by déjà vu.

Somehow, this felt familiar. The positioning, the sensation, the setting… something was lurking at the edge of his memory. It seemed as though, if given a moment more, he would remember—but now was not the time. For now, halting Kangwoon mattered more. Hohyun forced himself to push aside that gnawing recognition, his breath ragged as he braced to intervene.