Chapter 116
Since it was Monday, the underground parking garage was quite empty. I chuckled as I watched his profile turning the steering wheel to find a spot close to the elevator.
“The advertiser is being too generous. The working conditions are so excellent that I’m actually anxious.”
“Don’t feel burdened since it’s not special treatment. I would have said the same thing even if it was someone else besides hyung as the model.”
Having finished parking, he put the gear in P and unfastened his seatbelt.
Since we had the room key that had been delivered from Seoul in advance, we could go directly to the room without going through the lobby.
As I got out of the car after grabbing my crossbag from the back seat, my mouth went dry from an unfamiliar tension.
A domestic long-distance overnight trip with my lover. This was my first such experience. It felt different from spending nights together in Seoul.
My romance wasn’t stiff or indifferent like Taeyoon worried, nor was it rough without room for romance like the relationship with Yoon Juho. We both wanted to extend the time we spent together even a little, and just being together made even trivial conversations unbearably enjoyable. It was no different from the romance of any ordinary couple.
Classical music was flowing at low volume in the elevator hall. We were reflected in the elevator doors, standing about half a step apart from each other. When our eyes met through the door, he grinned at me.
His face after about four hours of driving looked somewhat rough. His hair had been neat when we left Seoul, but a few strands had fallen down over his forehead. I don’t know why his face looked so sexy as he smiled at me in that state.
I erased the half-step distance and approached him, nudging his shoulder with mine.
“Even if it was someone else besides me as the model, would you have come down a day early to stay together and help with posture correction?”
“……”
The smile disappeared from his face reflected in the door.
Just then the elevator arrived, and I got on first. After touching the card key to the pad and pressing the top floor button, he didn’t come close, perhaps conscious of the CCTV. With a corner between us, we stood against the walls in an L-shape formation. Standing near the entrance, he muttered with an aggrieved expression.
“We agreed not to do it today thinking of the shoot. Inciting me like that seems like cheating.”
We had indeed agreed not to have penetrative sex during this overnight stay. It was his suggestion, considering the 2-day, 1-night commercial shoot schedule that would immediately follow the next day.
But I couldn’t understand which part of what I had said earlier had the effect of inciting sexual desire. I was just trying to add some sweet romantic feeling in keeping with the spirit of this trip.
“I was inciting you?”
He nodded emphatically.
“Properly.”
His face was so serious without a hint of laughter that I burst out laughing instead. Only then did he also look at me and chuckle.
The Haenam branch, one of Knox’s oldest resorts, wasn’t as large in terms of guest room buildings compared to the most recently built and opened Hongcheon branch. It was probably also due to its location far from the metropolitan area.
Even so, the highest-grade suite had two rooms attached. It was a structure where it wouldn’t seem particularly strange on the surface for the head of the headquarters’ PR Strategy Team 2 and the advertising model to stay in the same suite.
Of course, those two people had no intention of staying separately in their respective rooms.
“Aren’t you hungry? Should I order something?”
He asked while setting down his luggage on the table in the inner master room. I did feel a bit hungry, but I didn’t have the appetite to eat. I said while setting down my crossbag next to his Boston bag.
“Order if you want to. You must be hungry after driving for so long.”
The bag of bread that we had only touched once or twice for taste and then left untouched remained in his car.
He tilted his head slightly and gazed at me intently, then approached from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist. Though we had traveled together for several hours, except for the kiss we shared in Seoul, there hadn’t been any physical contact. Because of that, his touching body felt new and tension ran through my skin for a moment.
His actions of embracing me without reservation and lightly kissing around my ear and cheek reminded me of the fact that we were finally alone together in a closed room.
Only then did I completely relax. I slowly stroked his long, firm arms that were wrapped around my waist and exposed under his short sleeves.
“Mm… good.”
Moaning low as if savoring a taste or fragrance, he hugged me a bit tighter.
“I’m a little tired… but rather than food, I want to relieve fatigue in the bathtub with hyung.”
“Shall we? If we eat something now, our bodies might feel heavy in the morning.”
We entered the bathtub together with two cans of beer from the refrigerator and glass cups. There was quite decent wine stocked in the minibar, but we deliberately chose beer, wary of creating too serious an atmosphere. It was our determination to absolutely not have penetrative sex today.
The circular bathtub directly facing the front window was large enough for five or six people to soak together simultaneously. Following his suggestion to shower later, we undressed and immediately soaked in the bathtub.
Conscious of him who had entered first, I awkwardly positioned myself across from him. Sitting beside him, or more boldly sitting between his legs, were still actions that required considerable courage from me.
Why are you sitting there?
He rested his arm on the edge of the bathtub and propped his temple, expressing displeasure with his expression and gaze. There was also a bit of an incredulous feeling mixed in.
I swallowed cold beer and pretended not to notice while changing the subject.
“I heard you can see the sunset from here. It’s a shame we’ll miss it.”
The suite room was designed so you could view the archipelago from the living room, the master room, and even the bathtub in the master room. Given the time, now we could only vaguely distinguish the boundary between the sea and golf course by relying on the sporadic lighting on the golf course.
He didn’t particularly respond. He seemed to have no interest in sunsets or anything like that. Instead, he stared intently at my upper chest and shoulders exposed above the foam. It was a gaze with clearly revealed intentions. Just that gaze alone made me feel the pressure of my entire body being squeezed. My throat was dry so I kept reaching for the beer.
Many men consider sex a matter of technique, more specifically a technique that develops in proportion to experience, but that wasn’t an absolute formula. At least for him, experience posed no obstacle to enjoying sex.
On the bed, he moved without hesitation as his instincts demanded. He didn’t shrink back at all even in front of positions vulgar enough to be obscene. The same applied to drawing out the appearance he wanted to see from me. He didn’t hesitate or feel shy.
When we first made love in Paeli, and even now. At least to me, he was the optimal hunter type.
Being alone with such a person, soaking in the bathtub, I couldn’t help but feel sexual tension.
Hmm. He let out a small sigh and spoke with disappointment mixed in his voice.
“Between lovers… isn’t it more embarrassing to sit facing each other in the bathtub?”
I had been thinking something similar myself. This position where I had to endure his gaze directly wasn’t a very good choice.
“Come over here. Or should I come there?”
“No. I’ll come, whatever.”
I pretended not to be nervous as I lifted my buttocks and stood up. While crawling on my knees, he reached out to take my beer cup. I tried to sit beside him while gripping the edge of the bathtub, but he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me. I ended up having to sit between his legs. The splashing sound of water from the sudden intense movement seemed like some kind of suggestion.
When I gripped the bottom to balance myself and straightened my upper body, his chest was pressed tightly against my back.
He firmly intertwined both hands above my navel and rested his chin on my shoulder. Then he spoke in a grumpy voice.
“Isn’t the time too short to be embarrassed? Other staff will arrive tomorrow evening, and then we’ll have to act distant again, calling each other Team Leader and Jiin-ssi.”
Each time he pronounced a syllable, his firm chin pressed down on my shoulder. As he lowered his head and pressed his lips to my bare shoulder, he unlaced his fingers.
His lips moved from shoulder to neck. His right hand swept down over my chest under the water surface. My shoulders flinched at the palm’s movement that deliberately rubbed over my nipple with suggestive nuance as it passed.
“Since we promised, we won’t do it today. You’re our precious advertising model, so I can’t overwork you before the shoot.”
Contrary to his words, his hands and lips moved increasingly densely. His wet lips penetrated deep into my nape, to where my hair began to grow, and nibbled at the skin.
“Hngh.”
My head tilted back involuntarily and my teeth clenched tightly. I gripped his thighs that stretched long on either side of my buttocks.
His large hand that gripped and kneaded my entire chest broadly could be glimpsed here and there through the foam. Each time his fingers applied force to gather the flesh, my chest that rose proudly even if only slightly added visual stimulation. When he cupped the lower part of my chest muscle with his palm and applied force as if pulling upward, my softly bunched nipple was pushed up above the water.
I unbearably wanted him to suck my chest. I wanted him to take a wide area around the areola in his mouth and suck strongly enough to make it tingle, scraping roughly with his tongue tip.
“Hngh, hng. Hng…”
My waist curved forward more and more. Even that had limits because of the hand touching my chest. When I applied force by pushing against the bathtub bottom with my toes, I soon slipped because of the bubbles. While squeezing his thighs, I had to squeeze out my voice too.
“Over…work, you’re not… going to, you said…”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
