Page 78 of Teach Me K-Pop

I don’t have a chance to answer before he puts his hand on top of mine, the two of us stroking in tandem. I use my other hand to tilt his head so I can kiss him again, even though it’s more like panting against each other’s mouths as he tries to change the pace and his grip. “Keep going,” I tell him as I let go, and it’s only his hand working us both to the edge. “Love the way you feel.”

“C-close,” he stutters, his fingers flexing and tightening around us as he seems to lose the rhythm he had.

“Let me hear you.” I brush my lips from his mouth to his throat, nipping lightly.

“Oh!” he cries, sounding surprised as he spills over his hand and my cock. Slumping back against the wall, he takes a shaky breath. “Can I watch you?”

“Fuck. Yes,” I grunt, fist already tight around my cock, spreading Nikko’s release along my length with quick jerks. I can feel his eyes on me, and that’s enough to have me tensing with a moan, almost there.

Nikko slides further down the wall, until he’s sitting on the floor in front of me. “Jase.Yeogi,” he says. “Come. Here.”

And opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out.

That’s all it takes.

I’m coming, one hand on my cock, the other braced against the wall to keep me from collapsing as I see white splatter on his tongue, across his cheek. When I catch sight of him licking his lips and swallowing, I honestly think my soul leaves my body for a second.

Nikko grins when he sees me sway, that pleased glint in his eye. He stands up, tucks himself back into his pants with his non-sticky hand, and takes a few steps to grab a bunch of tissues from a box off a small table near a sofa and gives me some so we can both clean up.

Looking around after I straighten up my clothes, I finally take notice of the details of the room we’re in. There’s the couch on one side, and on the other is a set of shelves holding awards and collectibles, but in the center of it all is a desk covered in fancy equipment. I can’t tell what all of it is, but I can identify two huge monitors, speakers, a keyboard, and what I believe is some sort of sound mixing thing.Oh my god.“Nikko… is this… is this someone’s studio?”

“Yes. Lalo’s,” he says, all nonchalant like we didn’t just literally fuck up his brother’s space. “He gave me the code to get in.”

Somehow I doubt what we did here was what he had in mind. “I can’t decide if I should apologize to Lalo immediately or hope he never finds out.”

Nikko laughs at my expression. “This is one of the few places that are really private,” he explains. “Lalo said we could come in here as long as we did not mess anything up or leave any evidence.”

“So we’rethankingLalo, then. Got it.” I am incredulous. “That’s a hell of a friend.”

“Yes.” He reaches up to give me a quick kiss. “We will celebrate your new job more later.”

“More? I feel pretty well celebrated right now.” Because,damn.

“More naked,” he says with a wink.

It takes me a second to realize he’s opened the door and is waiting for me to follow.

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I lie back on the pillows as Nikko settles on my chest, taking deep, slow breaths that I unconsciously start to match. It makes me smile as I realize we’re in sync, because it just feels fitting right now. This kind of mellow afterglow that’s not entirely from the round two celebratory orgasms we just had.

We’re together.

In Seoul.

In another hotel room, signed under someone else’s name, but we’re together.

We have a plan.

To stay together in Seoul.

Yes, I will have to turn my entire life upside, but even everything that I have to do now—quit my job, sell my house, move across the world—doesn’t seem all that daunting. Because in the end I get what I want. Whatwewant.

We can find a way to build a life that works for us. It might look unconventional. It might be really fucking hard sometimes.

But knowing that we can have nights like this makes it all worth it.

As if Nikko can read my mind, he asks, “What are you going to tell people at home?”

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