Chapter 130
"Fuck, Jae-wook, I just woke up!"
Haru's breath hitched into a sharp, desperate moan as his legs were pushed wider apart, the cool bite of the lube doing little to cushion the sudden, unforgiving intrusion as Raiven sank fully inside him again.
"Isn't that the best time? When we're fresh?" Raiven murmured, his voice a low, raspy growl against the shell of Haru's ear.
"We have a shoot to go to," Haru gasped out, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the tangled bedsheets, his head falling back against the mattress as a sharp wave of pleasure rippled through his spine.
"Then let's do this quickly." Raiven didn't wait for a rebuttal. He leaned down, burying his face into the crook of Haru's neck before catching his lips in a hungry, bruising kiss, swallowing the desperate moans that bubbled up from Haru's throat with every deep, deliberate thrust.
"Fuck...!" Raiven groaned, his forehead resting against Haru's as his rhythm quickened. He couldn't believe this man was his. To the rest of the world, they were just close friends, one a global K-pop idol, the other a rising actor. But behind closed doors, away from the cameras, Raiven held him like this, taking him until Haru was trembling, helpless, and whimpering his name until his throat was sore.
For nearly a week after that heavy, emotional night, Haru had avoided physical intimacy altogether. He had even fled to Se-hee's apartment for a few days to get some space, leaving Raiven alone in the empty penthouse.
But Haru's stupid, soft heart had betrayed him; he had missed Raiven terribly, dragging himself back to the penthouse late last night. And the moment Raiven woke up that morning, Haru stood zero chance of escaping.
Despite all his complaints and protests, Haru secretly craved the raw, possessive intensity Raiven reserved only for him.
Raiven thrust deeper, his grip on Haru's hips tightening. Haru instinctively bent his knees, opening himself further, the angle allowing Raiven to drive into him with a relentless depth that left Haru completely breathless, his cries filling the quiet bedroom.
I am definitely going to be sore on set if we don't end this now, Haru thought frantically, his mind haze-filled and spinning.
Breaking the kiss, Raiven shifted, kneeling properly on the mattress. He grabbed Haru by the waist, lifting his hips slightly. He loved seeing his boyfriend like this, completely exposed, flushed, and utterly undone beneath him.
He drove into him harder, hitting that sweet, agonizing spot over and over until Haru's entire body shivered, a harsh gasp tearing from his lips as he came violently. Raiven didn't slow down, riding out the tight, pulsing rhythm of Haru's release for a few more powerful thrusts until he finally spilled inside him with a ragged groan.
"We... we really have to go now," Haru panted, his chest heaving as he tried to push himself up on weak elbows.
"One more round..." Raiven murmured against his shoulder, his hands already sliding down Haru's thighs.
"We can't --"
Before Haru could even finish his sentence, Raiven lifted his hips again and thrust back inside, his member already hard, thick, and unforgiving.
By the time they pulled up to the studio lot for the filming of Ultimate Team Clash, Haru felt like every single bone in his lower back had been ground into dust. He dragged himself out of the vehicle, casting a lethal glare at Raiven, who stepped out right behind him looking annoyingly refreshed, glowing, and completely unfazed.
Ultimate Team Clash was a wildly popular variety show where celebrity duos competed against each other in grueling, hilarious physical games for a grand prize, often accompanied by super-fan teammates. Today's episode promised to be a chaos-filled broadcast.
The moment they stepped onto the bright, colorfully lit studio floor, the show's energetic main host, Boom, rushed over with a microphone, clapping his hands enthusiastically.
"Look who we have today!" Boom roared to the microphone. "The internet's favorite duo! Global superstar Raiven and the country's hottest new nominee, Haru! Welcome!"
The audience erupted in high-pitched cheers and camera flashes. Haru quickly put on his best, most radiant smile, bowing politely while subtly adjusting his jacket to make sure his high collar covered any stray marks on his neck.
"Now, everyone knows you two have an incredible friendship," the co-host, Min-ah, chimed in with a mischievous grin. "In fact, our producers tried to book Raiven for three seasons in a row, and he rejected us every single time! But suddenly, he reached out to us first ! Why the sudden change of heart, Raiven?"
Raiven held his microphone up, a cool, effortless smile on his face. "I just heard the show was doing a duo special, and I thought it would be fun."
Haru immediately leaned into his mic with a dramatic, playful sigh. "Don't listen to him, Min-ah-ssi. The truth is, he's just following me around everywhere. I signed up first, and suddenly he's showing up on my schedule!"
Everyone burst out laughing, and Raiven chuckled softly, giving Haru a quiet, lingering , teasing side-eye that made Haru's pulse spike for a split second.
"Well, whatever the reason, we're thrilled!"
Boom announced. "Today, you won't just be competing together, you'll each be paired with one lucky fan from our lottery to form a four-person squad!"
After picking two overwhelmed, ecstatic fans,a college student named woo who was wearing Raiven's fan-club merch, and an aspiring drama student named Min. The first challenge was officially announced.
"Challenge One!" Boom shouted. "The Triple-Decker Jump Rope Relay! You must jump rope fifty times, pass the rope, sprint across the stage to solve a riddle, and down a giant bottle of sparkling soda before running back!"
Haru felt his knee buckle slightly at the mere mention of jump rope. He shot Raiven a frantic, wide-eyed look. Fifty jumps? In this physical condition?!
Raiven caught his glance and stepped forward seamlessly. "I'll handle the first jump rope leg and the soda," Raiven offered smoothly to the hosts. "Haru has been filming intense action scenes all week, so I'll take the heavy physical load for our team."
"Ah! Look at that loyalty!" Min swooned.
When the whistle blew, the chaos erupted instantly. Raiven cleared his fifty jump-rope bounds with athletic, lightning-fast precision, his hair bouncing as the crowd chanted his name. He sprinted down the mat, tagged woo, who scrambled through the riddle section, before handing the baton off to Min.
By the time it was Haru's turn for the final leg, the opposing team was right on their heels. Haru had to sprint ten meters, grab a massive 1-liter bottle of ice-cold carbonated plum soda, and chug it completely before slamming the button.
Haru grabbed the bottle, tilted his head back, and began drinking as fast as he could. The carbonation burned his throat, his eyes watering as the audience screamed in a frenzy. Beside him, Raiven was standing right at the boundary line, shouting encouragement.
"Keep going, Haru! Almost there! Don't rush, just swallow!" Raiven called out.
The specific choice of words instantly triggered a visual memory of their morning in bed. Haru accidentally swallowed a massive bubble of carbonation the wrong way and broke out into a violent, sputtering coughing fit, soda spraying slightly from his mouth as the entire studio erupted into laughter.
"Are you okay?!" Boom laughed into the mic as Haru wiped his chin, his face turning bright red from a mixture of carbonation and pure embarrassment.
"I'm fine! I'm fine!" Haru wheezed out, glaring daggers at Raiven, who was covering his mouth with his hand, his shoulders shaking with silent, uncontrollable laughter.
Recovering quickly, Haru chugged the remaining bottom half of the bottle, slammed it down onto the table, and lunged forward to hit the big red buzzer just a split second before the rival team.
"TEAM HARU AND RAIVEN WINS ROUND ONE!" the speakers blared as confetti rained down onto the stage.
Their fan partners shrieked in excitement, jumping up and down. Raiven walked over, wrapping an arm firmly around Haru's shoulders and pulling him into a tight, celebratory hug. He leaned in close to Haru's ear under the cover of the loud music and cheering.
"Great job," Raiven whispered teasingly against his ear, his voice dropping into that dark, familiar register. "You've always been good at swallowing under pressure."
Haru's face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. He dug his elbow sharply into Raiven's ribs with a sweet, plastered-on smile for the cameras. "Shut up," Haru hissed pleasantly under his breath, "or I swear I'm sleeping at Se-hee's for a month."