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BEHIND THE MASK - THE FRONTMAN

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The Front Man’s quarters were a sanctuary of shadows and silence. It was here, away from the prying eyes of the guards and VIPs, that In-ho allowed himself rare moments of solitude. But tonight, even the solitude felt suffocating.

His thoughts had been consumed by one person—you.

You, one of the VIPs who seemed so different from the others. While the others indulged in their grotesque whims, you had observed the games with an unsettling calm, your sharp intellect shining through in every bet you placed. And when your eyes met his—just a fleeting glance through the mask—it was as though you saw straight through him.

It unnerved him. It thrilled him.

In-ho’s train of thought was interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps. He turned sharply, his masked face giving nothing away as the door to his quarters slid open.

You stepped inside, clad in your tailored suit, exuding confidence and charm. The kind of confidence that had made you stand out among the other VIPs.

“Frontman,” you said, your voice smooth and commanding. “We need to talk.”

Hearing his name from your lips sent a jolt down his spine. Rarely did anyone dare to address him so informally. But you… you were different.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice cold and measured.

“And yet, here I am.” You smirked, taking a few steps closer. “You’ve been watching me.”

In-ho stiffened, his gloved hands curling into fists.

“You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” you countered, stopping just a few feet away. Your eyes locked onto his mask, as if trying to pierce through the façade. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. Don’t bother denying it.”

He said nothing, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

You took another step forward, now close enough to reach out and touch him. “I’m here because I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel the same way.”

In-ho’s breath hitched, though his mask hid any sign of his reaction. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“Life is a dangerous game,” you replied, your voice softening as your hand reached up to gently touch the edge of his mask. “But sometimes, the risk is worth it.”

For a moment, he didn’t move. Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached up and removed his mask, revealing the sharp, weary features beneath. His dark eyes bore into yours, filled with a mixture of longing and hesitation.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.

“Maybe not,” you admitted. “But I know what I want.”

Before he could respond, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was both tender and electrifying. In-ho froze for a split second before his instincts took over, his hands gripping your waist as he deepened the kiss.

The control he usually wielded so effortlessly seemed to slip away as the kiss grew more intense, more desperate. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and he pulled you closer, as if trying to erase the space between you entirely.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting together.

“In-ho,” you whispered, your voice laced with emotion. “Let me in.”

He closed his eyes, his grip on you tightening as if afraid you’d disappear. “You already have.”

You take the lead by slowly pushing the man onto the bed, it's base creaking with the sudden weight.

His hands— oh they felt heavenly; slowly tracing the curve of your jaw, to you neck and they travelled lower and lower until they reached your belt.

He tugged on your buckle, a silent plea for permission. You let him, releasing your cock from the confines of your pants.

His hand slowly traced across the vein that travelled from your tip to the base, and soon replaced his fingers with his tongue.

His tongue worked on your length almost skillfully, as if he were painting on a canvas.

Your hands gripped his hair, the pleasure from his tongue sending jolts down your spine.

He continued his movements, unfazed by the grip on his hair, but when it tightened, he knew that you were close to a climax— and he pulled off.

You gasped, feeling your orgasm being ripped away from you.

“Not yet my love, be patient,” was the only thing he said before switching your positions. You were now on the bed and he was on top, his breath ragged.

You had no idea when he had discarded his own pants, but his cock had suddenly pressed into your awaiting hole, the tip cold with lube.

He slowly pushed in, his fingers intertwining with yours. The sudden stretch made you arch your back, a loud moan tumbling past your lips.

“That's it darlin’ let go f’me,” the man groans in your ear, his pace speeding up, each thrust going places you never knew could be reached.

You feel yourself unravel, slowly coming undone as he pounds into you with a fervor, almost like he was an animal in heat.

Soon, you felt an orgasm wash over you like a waterfall, back arching as you spurted white onto the man's stomach.

Inho felt your hole clench tightly around him, and had no choice but to release into your gummy walls, painting them white.

As you both lay there panting, still in the afterglow of sex, the door to the Frontman’s quarters creaked open.

“Boss we're all ready for the final– oh.”

Note: Lee-Byung is a fucking legend, love that guy. Maybe too much idkkkk

It's safe to say that there was one less square in the ranks of guards the following day

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