7 PM, Hotel Poolside Bar.
Soft jazz played under the glittering lights, mingling with the gentle splashing of water and the laughter and chatter of people. The evening event at the poolside was distinctly different from the daytime, with no families in sight. In the dimmer corners, couples embraced and giggled on beach chairs. A woman, sipping her cocktail, nudged her friend and whispered, “Look over there.”
Blushing slightly, the woman glanced up from her phone, following her friend’s gaze. A man was walking towards them, his black hair and features clearly marking him as Asian. His broad shoulders and chiseled abs made him stand out among the other men, his impressive height adding to his commanding presence. For a moment, she wondered if he might be a celebrity.
But her friend clarified, “Not him, the one next to him.”
Beside the striking man was another figure, also Asian, with soft, dark brown hair and delicate features. His smooth, pale skin glowed under the lights, and his slender, toned muscles were accentuated by what he was wearing—a woman’s swimsuit.
The swimsuit was more than just any woman’s swimsuit; it was scandalously revealing, barely covering his essentials with thin strips of fabric. The pale, thin material did little to conceal his body, highlighting his pink nipples, one of which seemed to have something inserted, making it more prominent than the other.
The upper part of the swimsuit, rather than concealing, accentuated his chest, making it look even more provocative. The lower part was equally revealing, the thin fabric barely containing his pink flesh. A unique tattoo adorned his flat stomach, its meaning unclear but undeniably erotic.
Everyone at the poolside was captivated by him, especially the men, who stared with unabashed lust. Yet, he seemed oblivious to the attention, his expression one of annoyance as he strode towards the bar, the gazes of the crowd following his every move.
As the two men approached, the woman and her friend could see him more clearly. Up close, his appearance was even more provocative. The thin fabric of his swimsuit clung to his body, leaving little to the imagination. The man beside him, Kwon Ha-jin, exuded a protective aura, his stern expression warning others to keep their distance.
Ha-jin guided his companion, Yoon Seong-hyeon, through the crowd, his hand resting possessively on Seong-hyeon’s waist. Seong-hyeon leaned into his touch, seemingly unaware of the spectacle he was creating. As they passed, the woman heard Ha-jin murmur something in Seong-hyeon’s ear, making him smile softly.
The couple made their way to the bar, the crowd’s eyes following them until they disappeared into the dimly lit interior. The woman turned back to her friend, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What was that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her friend simply shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips, as they both took another sip of their cocktails, the evening’s entertainment far from over.
“Hey, what the hell.”
“What is it, Seong-hyeon?”
“Everyone’s staring at us, it’s annoying.”
“Because you’re so beautiful, Seong-hyeon.”
“What are you talking about?”
The tall man and the delicate-looking man exchanged words in a language unfamiliar to most people at the poolside. The woman and her friend, along with everyone else, couldn’t understand what they were saying.
“But I don’t want my darling paying attention to anyone but me,” the tall man said, smoothly taking the woman’s phone from her hand before she could react.
“Excuse me,” he said in a deep, pleasant voice. With a few elegant taps on the screen, as if playing a piano, he activated an app on her phone. Suddenly, vibrations and ringtones echoed around the poolside as others checked their phones, their eyes glazing over as they stared at the screens. The woman’s friend, too, lost focus as she looked at the phone.
The app displayed a message: [Instruction: Act naturally.] The woman wondered why the app, usually used for study reminders, was giving instructions. Then another message appeared: [Instruction: Everything you see here is natural. Nothing is strange.] The commands felt powerful and overwhelming, as if spoken directly into her mind. She showed the screen to her friend, whose eyes also glazed over.
The man took the phone again and closed the app. “Well done,” he said with a charming smile. The woman found herself smiling back, drawn to his charisma. She tried to thank him, but before she could, the delicate man tugged at the tall man’s arm, looking displeased. Despite the size difference, the tall man complied, allowing himself to be led away.
The woman and her friend watched them for a moment, but soon looked away. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The poolside returned to its previous state, as if Ha-jin and Seong-hyeon had never been there.
Seong-hyeon pushed Ha-jin onto a barstool, demanding, “Hey, Kwon Ha-jin. What were you doing talking to that woman? What did you say to her?”
In a secluded corner, Seong-hyeon raised an eyebrow, catching Ha-jin’s attention. Ha-jin, seemingly pleased, asked, “Is our Seong-hyeon jealous?”
“Are you crazy? Jealous of what?” Seong-hyeon snapped, irritated. Ha-jin lightly stroked his hair, but before Seong-hyeon could protest being treated like a child, Ha-jin’s hand moved away to signal the bartender.
As Ha-jin ordered drinks, Seong-hyeon glanced at the foreign woman Ha-jin had spoken to earlier. “Damn it, does he have a thing for blondes?” he muttered, as the woman smiled and chatted with her friend.
“What are they saying?” Seong-hyeon asked, frustrated by his limited English skills.
“They said your provocative look is incredibly sexy,” Ha-jin translated. “Your nipples showing through the white swimsuit, the handprints on your ass, and the way you walk—they said it’s like you’re begging to be fucked.”
Seong-hyeon pouted at Ha-jin’s words. “Well, obviously,” he retorted. “I dressed this way because I want you to fuck me. I love your cock and how you make me feel.”
Ha-jin smiled shyly, as if Seong-hyeon had confessed his love. “Do you like my face, Seong-hyeon?” he asked, noticing Seong-hyeon’s intense gaze.
“Yes,” Seong-hyeon admitted. “When I first saw you, I wondered why you hid such a handsome face.” He reached out, tracing the scars on Ha-jin’s smooth skin, reminders of their shared past.
“It’s yours,” Ha-jin said softly, leaning into Seong-hyeon’s touch. “I’m yours, Seong-hyeon.”
Ha-jin took Seong-hyeon’s hand, guiding it down to his thigh. “And this,” he said, placing Seong-hyeon’s hand on his growing erection, “is also yours.”
Seong-hyeon’s breath hitched as he felt Ha-jin’s hardness. He recalled earlier that day, rubbing his face against Ha-jin’s cock, reveling in the sensation. The memory sent a rush of heat through him.
“Just thinking about your cock gets me excited,” Seong-hyeon murmured, his face flushing with desire. Ha-jin leaned in, capturing Seong-hyeon’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss, their surroundings fading away as they lost themselves in each other.
The thick, veiny cock slid across Seong-hyeon’s cheek, leaving a trail of precum that made his body tremble. Every light slap of the heavy shaft against his face and the dripping of precum between his long eyelashes sent waves of pleasure through him. He yearned to take it in his mouth or feel it deep inside him, but Ha-jin had instructed him to satisfy him with his face alone for now.
Eventually, Seong-hyeon’s small face was covered in glistening precum. He finally received Ha-jin’s release on his nose, the sensation of being overwhelmed momentary as the forceful stream filled his nostrils, coating his insides with a sticky warmth. The excess dripped down his philtrum, pooling on his lips before spilling over. The taste of Ha-jin’s cum on his tongue made his vision blur with pleasure. With each breath, Ha-jin’s scent filled him, making his untouched front drip with arousal.
Ha-jin praised Seong-hyeon’s lewd body, his large hands caressing his buttocks, gently teasing his wet hole, and twisting his swollen nipples. The sensations were overwhelmingly pleasurable, and Seong-hyeon couldn’t resist climbing onto Ha-jin’s lap, eager to take his cock.
But Ha-jin stopped him with a surprising suggestion. “How about a swim?”
He had bought a swimsuit for Seong-hyeon, knowing it would suit him perfectly. Seong-hyeon, unable to resist Ha-jin’s smile, found himself dressed in the revealing swimsuit and leaving the room with him, still unsatisfied and craving more.
“I want to suck you,” Seong-hyeon murmured, his mouth watering at the feel of Ha-jin’s thick cock beneath the thin swimsuit. The mere thought of its taste and texture made his hole tingle with anticipation. He stroked Ha-jin’s hardening shaft, feeling the veins pulse under his touch. Ha-jin’s eyes gleamed with amusement and desire, his smile reminiscent of when he spread Seong-hyeon’s legs and thrust deep inside him.
“Ha-jin,” Seong-hyeon called, his voice breathy as he moved his fingers more boldly. He could feel Ha-jin’s heartbeat quickening, but Ha-jin’s face remained calm, almost indifferent. He didn’t even acknowledge Seong-hyeon’s call, which frustrated him.
“Hey, Kwon Ha-jin. Darling, honey,” Seong-hyeon insisted, his irritation growing. Finally, Ha-jin looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
“I didn’t get to suck you earlier, and my mouth feels empty,” Seong-hyeon complained.
“You want to suck me here?” Ha-jin asked, glancing around the poolside bar where couples strolled by and the bartender mixed drinks nearby. Seong-hyeon’s hand had already slipped inside Ha-jin’s swimsuit, fingers wrapping around his cock.
Ha-jin chuckled, feeling Seong-hyeon’s soft touch. “Looks like our Seong-hyeon has developed quite the habit. You really go crazy for my cock, don’t you?”
“Is it just my cock that drives you this wild?”
“Yes.”
“Of course, Seong-hyeon. Why would you say something to make me jealous?”
Ha-jin’s voice was fierce, warning him not to even think about looking at another man. Seong-hyeon found his growling, beast-like demeanor endearing and continued to move his hand. He blocked the urethral opening with his thumb and rubbed it in circles before his fingers naturally wrapped around the thick shaft. Unable to fully grasp it with both hands, Seong-hyeon skillfully pulled the erection out of the swimsuit. He then knelt down from the bar stool, adjusting his head to the perfect height. Opening his mouth, he took the large glans in one go.
“Mmm…”
As Seong-hyeon began to poke the tip of the urethra with his tongue, a salty pre-cum started to drip out. Mixing it with his saliva, he spread it widely over the glans, which was as big as a child’s fist. The smooth, wet flesh filled his mouth as he moved his small head vigorously, the lewd sounds echoing around them.
His mouth, which had only been shallowly taking the head, soon began to slowly suck in the shaft. Ha-jin let out a low moan as he felt the sensation of being drawn into the narrow cavity. The sound sent shivers down Seong-hyeon’s bare back. He’s enjoying this because I’m sucking his cock. How cute. Feeling as pleased as Ha-jin, Seong-hyeon opened his mouth wider. His mouth, stretched to its limit, struggled to take in the thick penis. Cleverly expanding his narrow throat, he managed to take in the girth that seemed impossible to fit. As the throbbing flesh filled his mouth and invaded his throat, his breath quickened.
The pubic hair brushing against his nose carried the scent of Ha-jin that he loved. Even in his dazed state, Seong-hyeon opened his jaw as wide as he could, looking up to ensure Ha-jin’s precious cock wouldn’t be scratched by his teeth. He couldn’t see Ha-jin’s expression clearly, only feeling the gentle touch on his forehead and eyes. The affection in that touch made his heart swell. Sometimes, he felt like he was forgetting something or that his heart was pounding anxiously as if he had taken a wrong turn. But those feelings were always fleeting.
“Seong-hyeon.”
The gentle call of his name, almost enough to bring tears to his eyes, and the equally gentle touch. And the thick flesh filling him completely. The one who had everything that made Seong-hyeon happy and joyful loved him.
I am happy.
Happy.
Truly, happy.
