A Leopard Print Predicament

Junwon sat on the spacious sofa, blinking slowly. A large white table stood before him, several stacks of papers piled upon its surface. Were these scripts? he wondered. CEO Yang had mentioned at the drinking party earlier that Inwoo was agonizing over choosing his next project.

He rubbed his palms against his thighs, attempting to quell his rising tension. He had followed Inwoo somewhat inadvertently when the latter suggested they “hang out,” only to find themselves at Inwoo’s home, not a hotel. The duplex apartment showed so little sign of being lived in that Junwon wondered if anyone actually resided there; it felt even less used than a hotel room.

As Junwon surveyed the interior, his gaze fell upon a massive photograph. It was a black-and-white portrait of Lee Inwoo’s profile, occupying an entire wall. His eyes were half-lidded, and a faint smile played on his lips, creating a rather striking impression. Even Inwoo’s profile is handsome… Junwon thought.

As he marveled inwardly, he heard a stir behind him. Junwon turned, startled.

Inwoo, having just finished showering, emerged, towel-drying his wet hair. Junwon was momentarily speechless at the sight of the robe he wore.

It was a flamboyant leopard print, and with every step, the hem parted, revealing and then concealing the expanse of his inner thigh.

“That photo turned out well, didn’t it?” Inwoo tossed his towel aside and headed towards the bar attached to the kitchen.

He retrieved a bottle of wine, placed it on the table, and then took two glasses from the rack above, setting them neatly beside it. Next, he opened the refrigerator, pulling out strawberries and cheese.

He arranged the cheese on a plate and washed the strawberries under running water, patting them dry.

“S-should I… help?”

“No, it’s alright. Just go shower.”

“Pardon?”

“Why are you so surprised?”

At Inwoo’s teasing tone, Junwon swallowed hard. He had somewhat anticipated this turn of events when Inwoo suggested they “hang out” alone, but being indoors with him now left his mouth dry and his nerves frayed.

He was deeply worried that he might once again call out “Arong” as he had last time. Still, showering first seemed like the better option.

As he hesitated, heading towards the bathroom, he heard Inwoo’s soft humming from behind him.

“Oh, the robe is in the bathroom closet. Just take it out and wear it.”

“Alright…”

Indeed, being at home, Inwoo seemed far more relaxed. As Junwon opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, traces of steam lingered from Inwoo’s recent shower.

His own tense reflection stared back from the mirror above the sink. He forced a nonchalant smile, but his lips felt unnaturally stiff.

He gently tapped his chest with his palm, trying to calm his heart, which was pounding faster than usual. Calm down. Just calm down. Don’t make a mistake this time.

After undressing and hanging his clothes aside, he noticed the closet. Was the robe in here? he wondered.

The moment he opened it, Junwon’s expression stiffened. Several robes hung inside, but they were all identical in design.

Leopard print, leopard print… all leopard print. Surely he doesn’t expect me to wear this, he thought.

Junwon’s eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

First, I should shower. He stepped into the shower stall, squeezed body wash onto a sponge, and worked up a lather. A fragrant scent wafted to his nose, remarkably similar to Inwoo’s own. As he scrubbed his body, the mere aroma was enough to make him erect.

His erection pressed tightly against his abdomen, exuding a defiant vigor. It’ll be problematic to go out like this.

He turned on the cold water, drenching himself repeatedly. The frigid spray made the blue veins tracing his shaft stand out even more vividly.

Yet, it wouldn’t easily subside; instead, it stubbornly remained, raising its head even straighter.

Inwoo leaned back on the sofa, swirling the wine in his glass before bringing it to his lips. A sharp, bitter taste spread across his tongue. He reached out, plucked a strawberry, and ate it, then fixed his gaze on the bathroom door. A considerable amount of time had passed, yet Seo Junwon showed no signs of emerging.

Perhaps it was the alcohol he’d consumed earlier, or simply the exhaustion of a particularly tiring day, but drowsiness kept creeping over him. He yawned, rubbing his eyes. Then, a sudden thought struck him: What if Seo Junwon had collapsed? He had a history of fainting in the hospital room, after all.

He sprang to his feet just as the bathroom door opened, and Seo Junwon peeked his face out.

“What are you doing? Playing peek-a-boo?”

“Inwoo… Um…”

“What is it? Is there a problem?”

“It’s not that… I think the robe is a bit small…”

Oh, so that’s all it is. Inwoo chuckled dismissively, waving a hand.

“It’s fine. Just come out. Who’s going to see you?”

Hesitantly, Junwon shuffled out. Even though it was a men’s shower robe, typically cut generously, it was small on Seo Junwon’s body. Despite being tied with a waist belt, it gaped open both above and below, brazenly exposing his firm chest and thighs. Inwoo unconsciously bit his lower lip.

“It is small, right?”

Inwoo waved his hand dismissively. “No.”

“But it is small…”

“Nonsense, it fits you perfectly.”

“Come here for now.” Inwoo patted the spot beside him. Junwon approached, sitting down at a slight distance. Inwoo’s eyes narrowed at this.

He wanted to abandon the wine and everything else, to pull Seo Junwon down and devour him right then and there. But fearing he might flee, Inwoo exercised extreme self-control. First, he picked up the wine bottle and refilled Junwon’s glass.

“You must have a high tolerance for alcohol, Junwon? You drank quite a bit earlier, but you seem perfectly fine.”

“Sometimes I drink with colleagues, but I don’t really like it…”

I see. Inwoo raised his glass, extending it. Junwon gently clinked his own glass against it, a crisp clink echoing cheerfully. As soon as Junwon drank his wine and set the glass on the table, Inwoo picked up a strawberry and brought it to his lips.

“Say ‘ah.’”

When Junwon tried to take the strawberry with his hand, Inwoo’s face crumpled. Startled, Junwon politely placed his hands on his thighs and parted his lips slightly. Inwoo’s finger, accompanying the strawberry, brushed against his lips.

Inwoo then deliberately put that same finger into his own mouth, sucking it with an audible smack. Junwon, unable to swallow the strawberry, merely moved his eyes. Even in that moment, conscious of his gaping robe, he pulled it tighter with his hands.

“Why? Are you uncomfortable?”

“Yes… a little…”

“Then take it off.”

“Pardon?”

“What’s the big deal? It’s just the two of us. Should I take mine off too?”

As Inwoo began to loosen his robe, Junwon frantically grabbed his hand and shook his head.

“L-later, please.”

“You’re scared, aren’t you?”

Junwon nodded obediently. “Yes.” At that, Inwoo burst into laughter. Though Inwoo wasn’t particularly known for his humor, Junwon found himself laughing more often with him than with others.

After a long laugh, Inwoo finished the remaining wine, noticing Junwon staring at his face.

“Why?”

“Your face is a little red.”

Ah. Inwoo rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand. “Truthfully, I’m not very good with alcohol.”

Junwon picked up a large strawberry and offered it to Inwoo. “Eat it with your snack.” Instead of taking it, Inwoo opened his mouth. “Ah-ah.” After a slight hesitation, Junwon placed the strawberry in his mouth. As he chewed, juice trickled from his lips, and Junwon quickly pulled a tissue to wipe it away.

“The strawberry must have been too big.”

Watching Seo Junwon’s embarrassed smile, Inwoo suddenly grew curious.

“Who do you resemble, Junwon?”

“Me?”

“Yes. Your father, perhaps?”

Junwon nodded without hesitation. While his brothers resembled both their mother and father in equal measure, he was a spitting image of his father. Looking at old photos, it was impossible to tell who was his father and who was him, which made his paternal relatives particularly fond of Junwon.

“Is your father handsome?”

Junwon’s face flushed. Does that mean I’m handsome too? he dared not ask.

“He was on TV once.”

“Oh! As one of Korea’s distinguished businessmen?”

“No… he was undergoing a prosecutorial investigation…”

The atmosphere instantly turned chilly. Junwon mumbled to himself that the charges had been dropped. To break the awkward silence, Inwoo downed the rest of his drink and then bit into a piece of cheese, leaving about half. Dakyung had recommended it, and it tasted surprisingly good. He then offered the remaining cheese to Seo Junwon.

“This is delicious. Try it.”

When Junwon opened his mouth, Inwoo slipped the cheese in. Inwoo asked if it was good, and Junwon smiled and nodded. In truth, he was too nervous to properly taste the wine, strawberries, or cheese.

Inwoo picked up another strawberry and turned to face Junwon.

“Shall I show you how to eat a strawberry deliciously?”

Junwon quietly gazed at his face. Perhaps due to the alcohol, Inwoo’s eyes were heavy with sleep, and his cheeks and nape were faintly flushed. His speech was slower than usual, and he looked quite endearing.

“How?”

“If I show you, will you eat it?”

When Junwon nodded, Inwoo smiled sweetly and then stood up. Sure enough, he once again straddled Junwon’s thighs, facing him. Thanks to wearing nothing underneath his robe, his buttocks pressed directly against Junwon’s thighs. Junwon’s body stiffened. Inwoo immediately untied his own robe and began to rub the half-eaten strawberry against his nipple and the surrounding area.

Red juice trickled down his chest. Junwon couldn’t breathe, merely staring. Inwoo placed the crushed strawberry on the plate, then cupped Junwon’s face with both hands, meeting his gaze. Below, Seo Junwon’s cock had been causing a commotion for a while now.

“Looks delicious, doesn’t it?”

Junwon swallowed hard instead of replying. Inwoo reached back, gripping Junwon’s legs, and thrust his chest forward. Junwon pushed the robe, which had been draped over Inwoo’s shoulders, completely back, then brought his lips to Inwoo’s nipple.

The scent of strawberry was intoxicating. As his tongue delicately brushed the nipple, Inwoo’s fingers, gripping his thigh, tightened. After a few more brushes, Inwoo couldn’t hold back and pulled Junwon’s head to bury it in his chest.

Junwon opened his mouth, completely engulfing the areola, then moved his jaw up and down. Inwoo couldn’t suppress a sensual moan. The hand that had been stroking his side now moved lower, seizing and twisting Lee Inwoo’s buttocks.