As if entranced, Yeonwoo entered the room and stood by the window, gazing outside. The surface of the blue sea sparkled as scattered light hit it. Unconsciously exclaiming “Wow,” Yeonwoo stared endlessly at the sea until he felt a gaze on his face and turned his head. Ho Munbeom was already standing beside him. In truth, Yeonwoo had been continuously sensing his pheromones and knew he was nearby, but had pretended not to notice.
Ho Munbeom tucked Yeonwoo’s hair behind his ear. After caressing one side of his face almost completely, he slowly withdrew his hand.
“Rest a bit, then come downstairs.”
Instead of answering, Yeonwoo just looked at him.
Only after Ho Munbeom had gradually moved away, closed the door, and left did Yeonwoo exhale a long breath.
Dazedly staring at the spot where Ho Munbeom had stood, he looked back at the sea, but somehow it didn’t feel as impressive as before. Yeonwoo touched the spot where Ho Munbeom’s hand had been. His cheek, which had warmed from the touch, felt plump under his fingers.
Deciding to wash his face, he turned around and saw his bag placed inside the room. It seemed the older man had carried it in and placed it in the room earlier. Thinking he had one more thing to be thankful for, Yeonwoo entered the adjoining bathroom.
The bathroom was fully equipped with toothbrushes, soap, shower products, and everything else. There was no need to prepare anything separately. And he had brought all those things just in case.
Then Yeonwoo looked down at the bathroom tile where he stood. He took off the bathroom slippers and placed his feet on the floor.
“…It’s warm.”
So even the bathroom floors here have heating. Yeonwoo wiggled his toes on the subtly warm tiles beneath his feet.
After washing, Yeonwoo came out and sat on the bed. It was soft. Though no one was around, he glanced around as if someone might be watching, then gently lay down. The blanket was soft and smelled nice. Burying his face in the blanket, Yeonwoo took a deep breath.
“…”
Today was a bit strange.
Being in this nice place, eating delicious food, and lying on this soft bed made it feel just like a vacation. But in reality, he had come to meet Ho Munbeom. What was that man thinking when he brought him here? If they had gone to a hotel as usual, he wouldn’t have felt this strange.
No, that wasn’t right. This might be a special experience for him, but for others, it could be an ordinary part of daily life. Deciding not to attach unnecessary meaning to something so trivial, Yeonwoo raised his head and looked at the closed door.
His body was tired, but sleep wouldn’t come, and his thoughts only multiplied. Feeling it would be better to go outside, he got up from the bed.
Exiting into the hallway, Yeonwoo headed downstairs. Slowly descending the stairs, he went toward the living room he had seen earlier. The sofa that occupied the center of the living room looked large and expensive. It was so luxurious that it couldn’t even be compared to what was sold at the mart.
As Yeonwoo stared at the sofa, he quietly approached it and pressed the leather with his fingertips. As expected, the texture was soft and even slightly chewy, making him unconsciously exclaim “Wow.” After pressing the sofa a few more times, Yeonwoo raised his head and paused. He thought he had seen him through the large living room window. Craning his neck to the side, he could clearly see that it was indeed Ho Munbeom.
“…”
As if entranced, Yeonwoo walked to the window and pressed his face close to it.
Ho Munbeom was in conversation with the person who had prepared their meal. The man was opening a bag, showing what was inside, and moving his lips earnestly, trying to convey something. If Yeonwoo hadn’t known beforehand that the man had difficulty speaking, it might have looked like they were arguing.
Just then, Ho Munbeom’s broad shoulders moved slightly, and as he turned his head to the side, he opened his mouth wide in laughter. Seeing his eyes crinkle as he laughed so openly, Yeonwoo caught his breath.
Ah, so he could laugh like that too.
Drawn to this open laughter, completely different from the smiles he had seen and known until now, the corners of Yeonwoo’s mouth quivered. At that moment, the man who had been earnestly conveying his message with furrowed brows suddenly turned his head toward Yeonwoo. Despite having done nothing wrong, Yeonwoo stepped back at the gaze directed precisely at him.
Panicking and looking around, he immediately ran up the stairs. The wooden steps felt soft under his bare feet. Though they wouldn’t have made noise anyway, Yeonwoo returned to the room even more carefully and sat on the bed.
“…”
Though he had done nothing wrong, his heart was pounding.
Perhaps he should have just lain on the bed. Or gazed at the sea visible through the window. Regretting having gone downstairs, Yeonwoo looked down at his feet.
The slippers that Ho Munbeom had given him to wear when entering were neatly placed next to the door. Since he wasn’t used to wearing slippers, he had just left them there. What was natural and normal for others was unfamiliar and somewhat uncomfortable for Yeonwoo. If he felt this way, wouldn’t Ho Munbeom feel the same?
Just then, there was a knock, knock sound.
“Yeonwoo, may I come in?”
“…Yes.”
As soon as he answered, the door opened and Ho Munbeom entered.
Seeing Yeonwoo sitting quietly on the bed, he raised one eyebrow and then strode in. Instead of sitting on the bed, he stood beside it and touched the hair that had fallen onto Yeonwoo’s forehead.
“If you came down, why did you go back up? Are you uncomfortable here?”
“No, I just…”
Honestly, he wasn’t comfortable. But unable to say the truth, Yeonwoo closed his mouth, and Ho Munbeom touched Yeonwoo’s eyebrow, which was dampened by his wet hair.
“The older man gave us some fruit. He must know I don’t eat such things.”
At the words “I think he prepared them for you,” Yeonwoo recalled the black bag the middle-aged man had been holding.
Ah, I see. If that was the case, it would have been good to thank him for his thoughtfulness.
Yeonwoo’s thoughts couldn’t continue further.
He was distracted by Ho Munbeom’s touch on his eyebrows and forehead. As he had felt before, Ho Munbeom was natural with physical contact.
From their initial meeting, Ho Munbeom had seemed like someone who thoroughly rejected others touching him or approaching him closely. Perhaps him initiating touch was a different matter altogether.
As the hesitant Yeonwoo raised his head, the man bent down, and their lips met. After a light touch and separation, when the lips approached again, Yeonwoo closed his eyes and opened his mouth. The tongue that naturally invaded his mouth had a fresh scent. He must have brushed his teeth. Even as he thought this, their tongues intertwined, and saliva naturally pooled in his mouth.
At first, Yeonwoo hadn’t known what to do with the saliva pooling in his mouth, but now he knew to swallow it. Of course, it wasn’t natural, and his Adam’s apple bobbed prominently as if saying “I swallowed it,” which caused a soft “pfft” of laughter through their connected lips.
Wondering why he was laughing, Yeonwoo unconsciously opened his eyes and looked at Ho Munbeom. Then, with a “smooch” sound, Ho Munbeom sucked on Yeonwoo’s lips and whispered with his head tilted:
“I was planning to show you various nice things before nightfall…”
“…”
Yeonwoo hadn’t known Ho Munbeom had such thoughts.
Had he wanted to show Yeonwoo beautiful things in a nice place and feed him delicious food? Why on earth?
Yeonwoo still sometimes found it hard to believe everything that was happening to him. Like being able to see Ho Munbeom’s face this close. Or touching and caressing him.
Yeonwoo grabbed the man’s arm as he pulled away after sucking on his lips. In response, as if he had been waiting, Ho Munbeom lowered his hand to Yeonwoo’s waist and slipped it under his shirt. When the hand that had been touching his smooth back moved to the front and touched his stomach, Yeonwoo swallowed quietly. The fingertips caressing his flat chest touched his soft nipple. The fingertips pressed the small flesh and then released it repeatedly, before eventually circling it.
As Yeonwoo’s breathing gradually quickened from the intimate stimulation, Ho Munbeom kissed him again. Smack, smack, after their lips met and separated a few more times, Yeonwoo was laid down on the bed. Ho Munbeom climbed on top of Yeonwoo, who had fallen backward from a sitting position, and pulled up his shirt. As bare skin was exposed, Yeonwoo’s body trembled at the sudden chill.
Ho Munbeom buried his face in Yeonwoo’s chest. After feeling the soft skin against the bridge of his nose, he sucked on the thin skin with a smacking sound. After kissing the same spot a few more times, he put his mouth on the nipple that had stiffened from the earlier finger stimulation.
It was truly small. Ho Munbeom extended his tongue and licked the firmly standing flesh with a lingering motion. After licking the nipple several times, he opened his mouth wide and sucked in the areola as well, immediately eliciting a “Huk” sound from Yeonwoo.
Ho Munbeom persisted more tenaciously. After sucking until the areola and surrounding flesh were completely raised, he lowered his other hand. After caressing the smooth thigh, he moved upward and put his hand inside Yeonwoo’s pants. At this, Yeonwoo, who had been lying still, flinched and tried to bring his legs together. Despite this seemingly embarrassed gesture, Ho Munbeom didn’t stop.
The hand that entered the pants grabbed Yeonwoo’s dick. The dick in his hand was half-erect. When he wrapped his fingers around it and moved up and down, Yeonwoo’s waist twisted. Ho Munbeom, who had released the nipple he had been sucking, moved directly upward. Seeing him coming up over his face, Yeonwoo turned his head away as if flustered.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
