By Zephyria 
#Side Story 2-6
After finishing his shower, Lee-eum stepped into the bathtub. Nothing beats a half-body bath for relieving fatigue, he thought, closing his eyes as he submerged himself. On one side of the bathroom, an aromatic candle with a fragrant scent was burning. It was a scent said to soothe the mind and body, which Choi Won-joon had lit before leaving, and whether it was more effective than expected or not, his mood had improved.
Contrary to his worries, the 70th birthday celebration ended without incident and they returned home, but perhaps because the tension had eased, he felt drained and nearly collapsed at the entrance. The stamina that had kept him running all day to catch criminals was completely depleted in just a few hours. An lover’s family is tougher than expected, he realized. Choi Won-joon, who usually interacted casually with his own family, suddenly seemed remarkable.
Fortunately, Chairman Choi saw them off, saying “Take care,” and even came out to send them off. Madam Lee waved her hand until the car was out of sight, telling him to visit often, and her figure overlapped with his mother in the countryside, making him suddenly miss his parents.
“Still far away?”
Before he knew it, Choi Won-joon had entered. Staring down blankly, he sat on the edge of the bathtub and pressed firmly on Lee-eum’s shoulders, massaging them. His voice asking, “You worked hard today. Was it tough?” was affectionate. Did he get a license somewhere? Why does his massage skill keep improving?
He was so good at loosening the tense spots that Lee-eum let out a groan and opened his mouth.
Then Choi Won-joon brought his lips to Lee-eum’s shoulder and planted a kiss.
“Want to do it now?”
“Do what? Stop being silly and get out.”
“Should I join you?”
Before permission could even be given, Choi Won-joon stripped off his clothes with a flourish. He deliberately made space on the opposite side and sat down. Or rather, he squeezed himself into the bathtub. The hinoki bathtub in his house was large enough for two people, but this wasn’t it.
When Lee-eum tried to push him out with his foot, Choi Won-joon grabbed it and suddenly took his toes into his mouth.
Startled by the unexpected action, Lee-eum was taken aback.
“What the hell are you— Ah!”
Not content with sucking his toes, he licked the sole of his foot with his tongue. Feeling this strange, unfamiliar stimulation for the first time, Lee-eum was startled and quickly pulled his legs in. Seeing Choi Won-joon’s disappointed expression, a sense of foreboding washed over him. He ordered him to leave immediately, but Choi Won-joon wasn’t one to listen. Amidst it all, the sight of his torso wedged in reminded him of the past, making him laugh repeatedly.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I remembered the slide video. It was really cute.”
Seeing Choi Won-joon’s sulky expression, Lee-eum realized he’d slipped up. Before he could tell him to leave, Choi Won-joon, possessed by Young-shik again, brought Lee-eum’s foot to his cheek and rubbed it. “Don’t you think I’m cute anymore? Only Young-shik is cute?” When Lee-eum said it gave him goosebumps, Choi Won-joon grabbed his arm and slowly pulled him. “Come here.”
Lee-eum resisted at first but eventually let himself be pulled. Suddenly, he found himself sitting on top of Choi Won-joon, causing water to overflow and the floor to become soaked.
“You want to do this in a cramped space?”
“When we move, let’s remodel the bathtub first.”
“Who’s moving?”
“You and me.”
When Lee-eum asked what he meant, Choi Won-joon whined that if they got married, they couldn’t keep living here forever. He said a newlywed home would probably be better as a house. If they wanted to raise a dog, they could raise one. Lee-eum, who had been contemplating, fiddled with Choi Won-joon’s arm wrapped around his waist.
“I told you. I still don’t know…”
“I know. Later.”
He said ten years was fine, twenty years was fine. But he insisted that when they married, it had to be with him. If Lee-eum promised just that, he wouldn’t bother him anymore. When Choi Won-joon even hooked their pinkies, Lee-eum burst out laughing. He didn’t know how long Choi Won-joon would like him, but he hoped it would last a long time.
Before, he had desperately wished Choi Won-joon would leave him, but not anymore. Amidst this, he felt something poking his butt. He considered pretending not to notice, but since he was somewhat aroused too, he moved his hips back and forth to give stimulation. As if he’d been waiting, Choi Won-joon exhaled a hot breath near his ear.
“Can I do it?”
“Yeah…”
As soon as Lee-eum answered, Choi Won-joon buried his nose in Lee-eum’s shoulder and inhaled deeply. Choi Won-joon’s pheromone scent grew stronger along with it. He moved his hands up to knead Lee-eum’s chest, then, saying he couldn’t hold back, lifted Lee-eum up. Without even drying off, he strode out of the bathroom, causing water to spill all over the living room floor. When Lee-eum frowned, Choi Won-joon seemed to sense it like a ghost and laughed.
“I’ll clean it up.”
He laid Lee-eum on the bed, climbed on immediately, gathered his chest, and sucked on it while applying gentle pressure below. Ha— Lee-eum let out a moan and stared into space as Choi Won-joon reached up and pulled something out of the drawer. Following it with his eyes, Lee-eum’s face contorted. It was one of the adult toys that had been in the suitcase the day he returned from a business trip. A small egg-shaped toy with two attachments.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to use that…?”
“Try it, and if it’s not good, tell me. I won’t do it again.”
“Our President Choi, are you that lacking in confidence? Enough to use a toy?”
It was meant to tease, but Choi Won-joon didn’t even pretend to hear and laughed. “I’m not. So let me use it.” As expected, he was a man who had sold off all his conscience and dignity. When Lee-eum reluctantly agreed, Choi Won-joon showered his body with kisses and moved downward. A faint buzzing sound was heard, and a subtle vibration was felt in the perineum. Unfamiliar with the sensation, Lee-eum tried to close his legs but was held back.
“Ticklish?”
“It feels… weird…”
Choi Won-joon pushed one of the toys into the wet hole. It was small, so it didn’t hurt, but the constant vibration made it feel strange. When he pressed the button, the vibration intensity increased slightly, and the trembling of the inner walls was transmitted directly.
Mmm— Lee-eum bit his lip and frowned, and Choi Won-joon licked his perineum as he moved up. Soon, Lee-eum’s cock disappeared into Choi Won-joon’s mouth. Click— When he pressed the button again, it became even stronger. Looking down, Lee-eum saw Choi Won-joon moving his head back and forth, sucking his cock.
The slurping sounds, the vibration felt inside, and the heat in the room combined, making his stomach tingle repeatedly.
“President… Take it out. It feels… Ha… weird…”
He meant to say take out the toy, but Choi Won-joon removed the cock from his mouth. Then, straightening his waist, he rubbed the glans against the hole. Huh? It’s still inside. Before Lee-eum could protest, Choi Won-joon thrust his cock in.
“Lift your hips, yeah?”
“Wait, no, you can’t put them in together.”
“You can.”
When Lee-eum glared at him with a frown, click— Choi Won-joon pressed the button again. Lee-eum shuddered. The stimulation from the cock was intense enough, but with the inside trembling too, he couldn’t gather his thoughts.
“Haah—”
When Lee-eum twisted his hips, Choi Won-joon stared at the inserted area and muttered.
“Ha— it’s coming out like a water play. I want to suck it all and drink it.”
“Shut up and take it, take it out… I think I’m going to cum…”
Choi Won-joon slowly moved his hips. Each time he pulled out and pushed back in, the glans touched the toy, pushing it deeper inside. His stomach tingled intensely, and tears welled up in his eyes from the physiological reaction. Without realizing it, he stretched out both arms. “President. Choi Won-joon. Ha— hug me.”
“Call me properly.”
“Ugh—”
“Hurry.”
“Darling…”
Choi Won-joon laughed, his throat vibrating, then leaned forward. Lee-eum hugged him and tried hard to calm down.
“My stomach… is tingling…”
“Does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt… but… Ha… it’s weird…”
Lips descended on him, and the speed of movement gradually increased. Splash, splash— each time their bodies collided, pleasure struck his head. Feeling a stronger stimulation than usual, he asked to take it out, but Choi Won-joon didn’t comply. As Lee-eum threw his head back, nearly hysterical, he even spouted nonsense about wishing his own cock had something like this attached to it.
Lee-eum mindlessly wrapped both legs around Choi Won-joon’s waist.
“More, more, it’s, good, haah—!”
Hanging on as he was thrust into, his body shook wildly. Moans were swallowed before they could even escape, and his mind reached a point where he couldn’t think at all. “Darling, it’s good, so good,” he called him “darling” without being told, making Choi Won-joon’s eyes roll back.
“Fuck, when you call me like that, ha— I feel like I’m going to go crazy.”
At the request to keep calling him that, Lee-eum poured the words into his ear repeatedly. He called him “darling,” and later, losing his mind, he said “honey.” They had once joked about calling each other “honey” if they ever got married, and he didn’t know why that word popped out then. Thanks to that, Choi Won-joon came inside him endlessly, and only when they were nearly exhausted did they finally fall asleep.