After sharing a single stick of cotton candy like a couple on a date, they spent some more time exploring cultural heritage sites that felt straight out of a school trip itinerary. Eventually, the two of them made their way to the lodging.
It was a rather spacious and pleasant double-bed room. There was a balcony attached, offering a full view of the scenery outside. Seeing that the tiny, distant silhouettes weren’t apartments or tall buildings but actual cultural landmarks made it hit home—they really were in Gyeongju.
Seung-hyeon had a habit of always letting Seon-woo shower first. Thanks to that, by the time Seung-hyeon stepped out with a towel around his shoulders, drying his hair, Seon-woo was already lounging comfortably against the headboard of the bed.
“The room’s kind of small, right? The bed too… There weren’t many decent places left for same-day reservations, and this was the best option location-wise.”
Seung-hyeon leaned in and kissed him as he spoke. Compared to the kinds of suite rooms they usually stayed in, maybe this one did fall short, but in Seon-woo’s eyes, it was more than enough.
Seung-hyeon knew well that Seon-woo was never too picky about accommodations. Still, he always tried to choose the best place available, and whenever he had to settle for something less than ideal, he’d make a point of explaining why. That kind of thoughtfulness and sincerity was just part of who Seung-hyeon was. And so, as always, Seon-woo replied without any trace of surprise or complaint.
“It’s fine. We’re just sleeping here anyway. And the bed being small… not exactly a problem, is it?”
Seung-hyeon’s face, still lowered close to his, made those words feel like they carried a more suggestive implication. And really, it wasn’t even wrong.
Seon-woo reached out and tugged on the towel around Seung-hyeon’s neck, using it to gently pat the dampness from his hair.
Seung-hyeon obediently kept his head lowered, until the water had stopped dripping onto Seon-woo’s face. Then he suddenly lifted his head, snatched the towel from Seon-woo’s hand, and tossed it carelessly onto the side table.
“The bed’s small, so I guess we’ll have to sleep nice and close.”
With a playfully transparent tone, he climbed up onto the bed, one knee sinking into the mattress. Seon-woo smiled, unphased by the closeness. He stretched out his leg, nudged aside his bathrobe with his foot, and gave Seung-hyeon’s thigh a little flick between the legs.
“What, you’re already hard? You haven’t even done anything yet.”
Seung-hyeon didn’t bother answering. Instead, he grabbed hold of the top of Seon-woo’s foot and pulled him in a little closer. The tip of his cock, pale, clean, and already firm, brushed briefly against Seon-woo’s toes before pressing in a little more deliberately. Seung-hyeon lightly rocked his hips, rubbing himself against Seon-woo’s foot. When he lifted his gaze to meet Seon-woo’s, the playful smile was gone from Seon-woo’s face, replaced by something far more explicit. He was frowning ever so slightly.
“I thought yesterday was more than enough… guess not.”
Even as he said it, Seon-woo’s voice had a lazy, languid slur to it. His mind naturally wandered back to the sex they’d had since the day before. The sensations still clung to his body, like they’d been etched into his skin. His body, already warming from the memory alone, betrayed him just as much. Seon-woo made no effort to hide his expression.
Seung-hyeon clearly saw that look on his face—saw it, understood it—but acted as if he didn’t. As if all the blame was his alone.
“I guess I haven’t grown up enough yet. That’s what you said earlier, right?”
“I did say that…”
To be precise, the words had been, “You’re just a kid yourself—what do you mean, raising one?” But really, who in their right mind would be doing this with someone who truly felt like a child? Seon-woo took in the sight of Seung-hyeon’s deep brown eyes, calm and unashamed, and the way he stimulated himself against Seon-woo’s foot as if he were masturbating. His breathing was starting to grow uneven.
Seon-woo, too, was dressed in nothing but a bathrobe. Maybe it had rubbed off on him, that shameless air that Seung-hyeon always seemed to carry. Without looking away from Seung-hyeon’s face, he slowly undid the sash of his robe, still letting him use his foot. Though he hadn’t been touched yet, he was already nearly fully hard. He wrapped his hand around himself and began stroking. There was no doubt about it—he was using Seung-hyeon’s face as visual fuel.
Whether it was that act or just everything building up, the flush in Seung-hyeon’s ears deepened noticeably. It wasn’t long before he whispered, “Ah… Director…” and came, spurting over Seon-woo’s foot.
Seon-woo silently looked down at the wet mess on his foot. He could have teased him, could’ve pretended to scold him harshly—but he didn’t have that kind of energy to spare. Compared to the night before, his head felt clearer now, which only made his desire all the more focused and deliberate.
“…Did you bring condoms?”
“I did,” Seung-hyeon murmured in reply.
Seon-woo let out a quiet scoff. Was it just thorough preparation—or had he planned all this from the start?
He didn’t stop moving his hand, and his climax followed soon after. Using the semen pooled in his palm as lube, he immediately began prepping himself. Seung-hyeon seemed to be trying hard to keep his composure, but a small groan escaped his lips like he couldn’t help it. Even then, he grit his teeth and carefully wiped down Seon-woo’s foot.
“Don’t try to act like you’ve got all the time in the world…”
Seon-woo whispered under his breath, then pulled his fingers out and yanked Seung-hyeon toward him. Thanks to last night, he didn’t need much foreplay.
He didn’t say anything more—but there was no need. Seung-hyeon, as if he’d just been waiting for the cue, immediately spread Seon-woo’s legs and moved into position. His hands were fast, unwrapping a condom and rolling it on with practiced ease. Despite having just come once, his cock was already rock hard again as it pushed into Seon-woo’s body.
“Ah…”
With a short gasp, Seon-woo arched his back and wrapped his legs tightly around Seung-hyeon’s waist. Without the usual “Are you okay?” or “Does it hurt?”—not even a hint of his usual gentle tone—Seung-hyeon began to thrust, rough and fast. Last night, he could chalk it up to having been apart for so long. But today, too?
It’s not like I even left him alone for that long…
One more decision cemented itself in Seon-woo’s mind: not only would he never break a promise like he did this time again—he’d make damn sure that, no matter how busy things got, he’d never let it pile up like this again.
“Hyung…”
Seung-hyeon’s low whisper, almost like he was telling him to focus, came just as his cock twitched inside. The sensation of it throbbing deep within was unmistakable. Seon-woo, already wound up and burning hot from head to toe, responded with just as much sensitivity, but he hadn’t quite reached climax. As Seung-hyeon caught his breath, riding the aftershocks of his own release, Seon-woo gently stroked his cheek.
“This isn’t all, right?”
It was a blatant prompt. Seung-hyeon let out a breathy, almost rough laugh. As if rising to meet that expectation, he resumed moving, pushing deep into him once more. With a soft moan laced with laughter, Seon-woo tilted his head back. A fleeting realization passed through his foggy mind—maybe it wasn’t just Seung-hyeon who lost all self-restraint when left wanting for too long.
***
When he opened his eyes, his mind felt unusually clear.
Normally, Seung-hyeon always woke before him, starting his day watching over Seon-woo. But today, he remained sound asleep, undisturbed even by Seon-woo’s stirring. Well, it was no wonder. After all, he had every reason to be exhausted. It wasn’t just Seon-woo who hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before last. Unlike Seon-woo, who had dozed off in the car, Seung-hyeon had driven non-stop for nearly four hours without a break.
Seon-woo carefully slipped out of bed and into the bathroom, trying not to wake him.
When he came out freshly showered, Seung-hyeon had stirred, though he couldn’t be called fully awake just yet. He sat leaning against the headboard with a half-dazed look on his face. Smiling at the unmistakable signs of sleep still clinging to him, Seon-woo walked over.
“If you’re still sleepy, why’d you get up?”
“I woke up and… hyung wasn’t there…”
He really must still be half-asleep, Seon-woo thought.
There was something oddly sincere about the way Seung-hyeon answered, his voice low and docile. Normally, he would’ve played it cool, tried to act unbothered. But here he was, openly admitting, “I woke up and you weren’t there, so even though I was still sleepy, I got up,”—a soft, childlike confession with no hint of pretense.
Naturally, Seon-woo found the situation quite endearing. Instead of teasing him, he simply nodded and pulled Seung-hyeon’s head close into his embrace.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
His voice was like someone calming a child. Though a hint of mischief lingered in his tone, Seung-hyeon didn’t seem to notice. He nestled obediently against Seon-woo, burying his face somewhere near his sternum. It wasn’t until a little while later that he seemed to finally come to his senses, letting out a quiet laugh as he lifted his head from Seon-woo’s chest.
