Such an ethical man

It took some seconds for Min-a to notice that Seung-ho wasn't wearing the casual white crisp dress shirt inside.

No, this man wore a black net that displayed his abs and the dip of his broad chest. His tattoos were also displayed in a glorified manner. Min-a began to wonder if the meaning of 'ethical' had changed overnight.

His eyes wandered instinctively over to his crotch before traveling up his body to his face.

"Are you done checking me out?" Seung-ho spoke with a smirk hanging on his lips.

Min-a gasped, then huffed, feeling his face suddenly get hot. "I was only checking out the fit. Not bad for an oldie."

Seung-ho dropped his upcoming remark after listening to his words. "We need to get going now, it's gonna rain soon." He grunted, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Spare me a few more seconds, entertaining your delusion is so worthwhile."

"No comments?" Min-a pressured but Seung-ho didn't say anything back.

"You look great would have sufficed." Seung-ho chuckled dryly, "Aera, lock up for the night." He barked out the order to see his assistant as they left.

"Please, tell me you have a car.." Min-a muttered, resting by the street light.

"It's not much. Your pampered ass might think of it as scrap." Seung-ho opened up the next garage, revealing a covered-up car. From the shape underneath, Min-a felt his breath hitch in his throat.

"No way..that can't be.." He breathed, leaning off the street light to stand in front of the garage. "A vintage?!" Min-a almost yelled.

"I'm pleasantly surprised you know what it is before I took off the cover, I thought you were an influencer?" Seung-ho chuckled, driving the car out.

"Influencers don't equal uneducated." Min-a snapped, getting into the passenger seat.

"Right…" Seung-ho plugged his iPhone 6s into the radio and started to play some white band music.

"Coldplay?" Min-a asked, recognizing the vocals from the song they did with BTS.

That got Seung-ho's attention. "You know Coldplay?! Woah...you might actually end up in my bed tonight." He jokes, chuckling but Min-a didn't find it funny at all.

He was as pale as a ghost as soon as the words left Seung-ho's lips.

"Shit...are you okay?" Seung-ho looked sideways at him while trying to maintain eye contact with the road.

"I'm fine," Min-a said in a low inaudible voice, almost wheezing as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

He swathed his shirt forward over half of his thighs and Seung-ho noticed. "I guess that was too much. My bad, I forget you kids of this generation are so sensitive." He continued driving.

"Says the man from the generation that thinks some dust of make-up on a man would cancel out his entire masculinity." Min-a shot back at Seung-ho.

"Ohh..fiercety, I like that. Fair enough." Seung-ho kissed his teeth, swaying his neck sideways to see Min-a sitting rigidly. He chuckled when he saw his straight back and how his eyes kept drifting between the road and his hands on the steering wheel.

"Hey, chill out-" Seung-ho wanted to comfort him by placing his hand on Min-a's thighs but his hand coiled around something thick and...long. "Shit…" he hissed.

Min-a's face went from pale to a bright red shade. He had been hiding his raging boner from Seung-ho ever since he joked about wanting him in his bed. Up till now, he didn't even know what had got him so aroused about his insinuation.

The most awkward thing wasn't the fact that Seung-ho was chuckling like a maniac at intervals, but the fact that he was yet to let go of Min-a's warm cock. Yet, he acted so casually about it. Like he wasn't holding another man's private part in his hand.

Min-a's ability to form sentences was cut off without further notice.

The heat from his cock pulsating through his denim shot got Seung-ho even more aroused. Somehow, he managed not to crash the car. He didn't have that much self-control in him, it's just the idea of crashing a car he purchased for millions gave him more self-control.

"Damn…" Seung-ho moved his hands across Min-a's hard length covered by the light shirt and denim shorts.

The way Min-a's rosy lips parted to let out sharp breaths got him thinking of stopping the car to suck his dick.

"Can you...can you please..st.." Min-a found it hard to speak as with every word he spoke, Seung-ho increased his pace and intensified his grip.

"What was that?" Seung-ho teased him in a cocky voice, staring at his flushed face.

"Stop!" Min-a swatted his hands away, finally getting some composure. "What the fuck is wrong with you, bro?!" he snarled in a loud voice.

Seung-ho as usual looked unfazed by his outburst. He knew one thing, Min-a didn't have a good excuse to be aroused in his car when it was just them alone.

After a moment of awkward silence, Seung-ho finally spoke up. "When was the last time you got laid?"

"I have a girlfriend." Min-a blurted out arrogantly.

"Right...that's not what I asked. When was the last time you got laid?" Seung-ho repeated, feigning insensitivity to his claim. Min-a kept his mouth closed. Refusing to reply.

"Come on, playboy, you were just seen with Anitta in Paris a week ago, it can't be that hard." Seung-ho stared at him while all Min-a did was shake his head.

He couldn't say he did it all for the image sake, he did sleep with some of the women he hung out with. Some of them were casual, nothing special about them.

It was the rain...that was it. The rain was the reason he was horny as fuck, the cold air made his nipples tingle against his shirt.

"It's the rain." Min-a spoke out impulsively. The moment it left his mouth, he regretted it. He felt stupid.

"Oh, well…" Seung-ho chuckled, looking out of his windscreen, "guess it started raining," he stared at Min-a again, "and you are still hard." His eyes lingered on his lengthy bulge a bit longer

"So are you." Min-a noticed Seung-ho's bulge shamelessly pointing upward.

The myth about slim tall boys was true after all, Seung-ho's dick had to be longer than six inches.

"You can go to the back seat and get that fixed," Seung-ho suggested.

For a second, Min–thought of jerking off and moaning dramatically in the back seat with Seung-ho in front of the car, but he quickly killed the thought. Having a conversation about their arousal was not what he expected today when he arrived at his art coach's door.

He wasn't even high, yet he felt lightheaded.

"No, I'm good." He shook his head defiantly.

"Then I will," Seung-ho retorted before he packed the car by the roadside.

"I'm definitely not doing a red carpet with a hard-on. I'm a man of ethics." He winked at Min-a before leaning his chair back, giving him a full view of his body.

"Wait...you are serious?! Dude! You can't! I'm right here!!" Min-a cried out, panic slipping out of his voice.

"You are straight, aren't you?" Seung-ho inquired, unbuckling his belt in a fluid motion.

Min-a swallowed, his eyes followed Seung-ho's hands, which were now fixated on his crotch that he forgot to say the words that were stuck in his dry throat.

"Yes! Yes, I'm straight. Super straight." Min-a emphasized the "super"

"Right…" Seung-ho smirked at his reaction, leaning back on the chair and drawing his trousers down to reveal white Calvin Klein briefs.

"Good for you, love. You see that bus stop shelter over there…" he pointed out of the window at a dull light simmered by the rain pouring. "You can go wait there, I'll hunk when I'm done."

Seung-ho drew his briefs down and his thick cock sprang free. In contrast to Min-a's erection, his was a bit thicker and less in length. Saliva spewed in Min-a's mouth as he stared long at Seung-ho's erection; it was glorious.

He blinked and shook his head. "Are fucking serious, dude?! I'm still here!"

As if to prove his point, Seung-ho opened the glove box in front of Min-a to take out a lube bottle, "you keep lube in your car?" Min-a was perplexed again, but he got no reply from Seung-ho.

Soon, he started to hear low erotic groans. They were barely audible but coupled with the sloppy sound of Seung-ho jerking off his dick with his eyes closed…it was all Min-a could hear.

His hardened dick grew to a painful length that he decided to set it free too, pulling down his shorts. His action got Seung-ho to open his eyes.

Min-a's face heated up as it met with Seung-ho's intensive attractive gaze but he didn't look away from him. Seung-ho took the opportunity to sit up and stretched half his upper body across to Min-a.

This gesture brought panic to his heart. He closed his eyes in reflex, expecting a set of lips on his but instead, he felt his chair leaning back.

When he tried to sit back up, Seung-ho used a strong hand to hold him down.

Before he could protest, a wet mouth covered the cap of his erection. He honestly didn't remember when he started whimpering and shuddering from the hotness of Seung-ho's mouth. Min-a found his hands ruffling and going around Seung-ho's head to push him up and down his cock.

The more force he applied to his head, the deeper he went. A satisfied groan erupted from his chest.

"Fuck..fuck.." He buckled against every slurpy stroke Seung-ho made.

Seung-ho jerked his dick in a similar rhythm. He found himself hungrily sucking off every single precum that Min-a released. His groans aroused him so much that he was on the verge of cumming, so he held off himself and continued to suck Min-a's dick.

He could tell Min-a was getting close to climax as his head got held with a stronger grip. He didn't complain. Min-a smells so good and feels so fantastic in his mouth.

Seong-ho's dick started to throb in pleasure, making him increase his pace and soon, he felt Min-a warm seeds splash at the back of his throat while he moaned loudly. Seong-ho teased Min-a's balls to intensify the orgasm he was having. His groans also soon filled the car as he came over to his floor mat.

"What the fuck…" Min-a spoke in a hush tone.

Seung-ho withdrew his mouth around Min-a's dick, waiting for the aftermath shock and he did another crazy thing. He leaned to suck him hard again, causing Min-a to shoot up.

"Ayooo!!" Min-a cried, pushing his head off.

Seung-ho chuckled heartily, satisfied with his labor, he began wearing back his pants and Min-a did the same.

Seung-ho checked his glove box and brought out a beer, drinking it and letting it wash down the cum in his throat, after which he offered the remaining to Min-a.

Min-a watched in disbelief before accepting it.

"Anybody asks, I had a protein shake for dinner. Now, let's go." Seung-ho winked at him before starting the car and going.

Seung-ho brought up casual conversations like he didn't just suck his student's dick while Min-a had a hard time concentrating on what he was saying.

Min-a tried to convince himself that since he wasn't the one sucking it, it didn't make him gay, he was just horny...and it was raining, and it was cold too.

"Do you regularly do this with men you meet for the first time?" Min-a asked, his eyes still appearing a little dilated.

"Give them a ride in my vintage car? No, I don't do that." Seung-ho sounded serious. He looked at Min-a to see a frown knitting his eyebrows close.

"For what it's worth, sucking your dick bruised my jaw. So, I don't think I would be giving free blow jobs to every other person I meet in the near future…" Seung-ho jokes, continuing to drive.

This man wasn't serious.

They finally arrived at the event, and Min-a still hadn't said anything.

"Stop acting like a child and gather yourself together." Seung-ho suddenly snapped, bringing him out of his deep thoughts.

"Let's go."