By Zephyria They burst through the large glass doors connected to the living room, almost running. Despite Lee Hae-sung’s request the previous day to move discreetly, as if they were the only two people, his attendants rushed out from somewhere. It seemed he had caused a commotion asking about Choi Hong-seo’s whereabouts.
However, Lee Hae-sung did not stop for them.
“Hiking is canceled. I will call if anything is needed.”
There was only a brief explanation, and he still pulled Choi Hong-seo’s hand, hurrying.
It meant that if anything was needed, they would call, and until then, they were not to be disturbed.
Choi Hong-seo’s shoes and Lee Hae-sung’s bare feet left tracks along their path. But of course, he didn’t care about that either. Unlike his usual neat demeanor that didn’t create unnecessary noise, he stomped carelessly up the second-floor hallway with bare feet, thump, thump.
Lee Hae-sung headed for the master room, not the twin bedroom they had used last night. It was the main bedroom with a large super king-size bed. Of course, there was only one bed. Choosing that room meant sharing a bed.
Closing the door, he moved unhesitatingly towards the bathroom inside. Choi Hong-seo, who had been silently following, pulled his arm with both hands and stepped back. The sudden halt made Lee Hae-sung furrow his brow and look back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you really okay?”
“What?”
“We can take our time adjusting. There’s no need to force it… or to hold me right now…”
He had clearly hesitated to kiss him repeatedly. That weighed on his mind. If he was rushing because he was shocked by his disappearance this morning, and wasn’t ready yet, he didn’t want that.
Lee Hae-sung, who had been looking down without a word, simply pulled his hand again. As if it wasn’t worth answering. Or perhaps, as if he had a more precise answer prepared.
Stopping at the bathroom entrance, he unhesitatingly reached for Choi Hong-seo’s cardigan. It was one of the many clothes they had bought at the boutique yesterday. The expensive cardigan fell to the floor like an unnecessary shedding, and his hand slid under the t-shirt. He looked down at his hand, wriggling upwards towards his chest inside the t-shirt. It was a very stimulating scene. But Choi Hong-seo grabbed his wrist once more. Unable to meet his eyes directly, he let his gaze fall to his lower abdomen, which was hard with arousal.
“I know what foolish thoughts you’re having… Sigh… It’s not that.”
A sweet sigh was mixed with his gentle voice.
“You think because my face is different, you still have reservations about kissing and sex?”
He had hit the nail on the head. No matter how much he said it wasn’t true, even when he held him while he cried in the gallery, even when he held his hand in front of people and called him his partner, he had never tried to kiss him.
“If you get plastic surgery, or have an accident, or even as you age and your face changes. Then you won’t look like this, so will Hong-seo not love me then?”
He shook his head strongly, his head bowed.
“That would never happen.”
With his other hand, not held by Choi Hong-seo, he lifted his chin. Even with an expression of displeasure, like a scolding, his gaze was warm.
“Then why do you think I would?”
“Ah…”
“From the moment I held you, trembling in Gangwon Province, and brought you down the mountain, you have been only Hong-seo to me.”
“……”
“I only see you as Hong-seo.”
“Then why…”
He couldn’t finish asking why he hadn’t kissed him. But he didn’t stop his hand from pulling up his t-shirt and taking it off.
They stood facing each other, their upper bodies bare. His fingers tangled in his hair, tidying the disheveled strands from taking off the t-shirt. His hands and fingers were very large, as tall as he was, but he tried to move them carefully and delicately… it was Lee Hae-sung’s touch that Choi Hong-seo knew.
His fingers slid down, brushing his hair, and cupped his ear. He kissed his eyelids, his brow, his nose, and his philtrum in turn. As if to prove that he hadn’t avoided kissing him because his appearance had changed, his eyes remained fixed on Choi Hong-seo’s eyes throughout the kisses. Despite the extreme closeness, making it difficult to focus, neither of them closed their eyes. They knew how precious the moment was.
From his philtrum to his lips, his kiss continued. It was a more intense kiss than the one at the edge of the cliff in the garden. He gripped his jaw more firmly, their lips pressing together deeply, and his tongue slid between them.
“Mmm, mm…”
The familiar sensation of his tongue in his mouth made Choi Hong-seo’s eyes water. On the day he had asked if he could hold him like he held him, the kiss had been omitted. He intertwined his tongue with the tongue filling his mouth. Sticky saliva stretched and separated, and the wet flesh rubbed against each other, the obscene sounds of their mouths entering and leaving each other tickling their hearing. His shoulders hunched.
“Hic. Huh…”
Lee Hae-sung pushed Choi Hong-seo into the bathroom. He embraced his waist and lifted him halfway, so Choi Hong-seo’s toes dragged on the tiles.
“Mm, mm, mm.”
As the tongue’s movements became more intense and rough, digging into his mouth, he began to gasp for breath. At that moment, he placed Choi Hong-seo down inside the shower stall. Leaning his back against the glass wall, Choi Hong-seo gasped for breath, his lips slick with their saliva.
Lee Hae-sung placed his hands on the glass wall above Choi Hong-seo’s shoulders. Bending his upper body, his face drew closer. He gnawed his lower lip with the tips of his teeth, then slurp, he bit and sucked his lips, then released them.
“Hong-seo, do you know what regret is?”
His voice was hoarse with arousal.
“If you returned because of regret, because you had lingering resentment…”
“……”
“What happens to you when that regret is resolved…”
Their lips were so close they almost brushed. Every time he spoke, their lips touched, and in between, he pressed his lips firmly against his. It was as if conversation and kissing were happening simultaneously.
Both the conversation and the kiss paused. With their foreheads touching, Lee Hae-sung took a deep breath. His broad chest, visible below, rose and fell rapidly.
“I was afraid there might be an expiration date on this reunion. That’s why I avoided kissing and sex.”
If I fully acknowledge you as Choi Hong-seo, and we become physically intimate… then perhaps your lingering resentment will be resolved, and you will disappear.
Lee Hae-sung added this explanation.
Choi Hong-seo unconsciously reached out to his cheek. His eyes, acknowledging his own fear, did not look strong or omnipotent like a god. He looked like a lover sharing their most vulnerable heart, pitiful and affectionate.
Lee Hae-sung lowered his eyelids for a moment and let out a bitter chuckle. Regret… fearing that Choi Hong-seo might disappear… As if he couldn’t believe himself to be afraid of such supernatural phenomena.
“The Prince saved the Princess. But the Princess became afraid of the story’s ending.”
“……”
“Isn’t that uncool?”
Choi Hong-seo shook his head. It was the opposite. How could a person be so lovable? It made his chest ache.
His love was so deep and unfathomable that he felt he couldn’t measure it. He had never imagined such a reason. He was grateful that Lee Hae-sung was the one he learned to love from.
Tightening his grip on his cheek, Choi Hong-seo leaned in and kissed him first. He would leave no regrets. Whether it was his heart or his body, he would not hesitate to give it to him. Pulling away, he whispered with courage.
“Let’s do it, you and I. Even if I disappear after this sex, don’t let go of each other… let’s stay connected, you and I.”
He pressed his lips together as if to swallow Choi Hong-seo. He pressed so hard that his lower lip was pulled back, and he rubbed the exposed inner lining against Choi Hong-seo’s lips and tongue. Choi Hong-seo also eagerly sucked his lips, making wet sounds. With the hand cupping his cheek, he embraced his nape, and stroked his shoulders, where taut muscles rippled and connected. Between their parted lips, two tongues writhed obscenely, then repeatedly disappeared back between their meeting lips.
“Hmm… Mm. Yes.”
His thigh dug into his groin. The heat from his rubbing against his perineum as he moved left and right made his waist melt away instantly.
“Heeu, huck… Eu, hoot. Yes.”
His body trembled from the rhythm of his thighs, vibrating deep inside. From his groin, which had spread as wide as his thighs, a tremor spread throughout his entire body. Even his moans trembled. The small opening hidden between his buttocks, which he lived without consciousness, suddenly felt unbearably empty. He could think of nothing but the sweet tingling that spread from there.
He wrapped his arms around his neck, and words he could never say while sane poured out willingly.
“I want to. I want to sleep with you, sir. I won’t eat or sleep… I want to be holed up here with you and just have sex.”
As Choi Hong-seo spoke, his hand, which had been sucking his upper lip, slid down from his armpit to his side. He squeezed Choi Hong-seo’s buttocks, which were almost on his thighs, a couple of times, then pushed his hand inside the waistband. Burying his fingertips in the white flesh inside his underwear, he lowered his head deeply. He wet the curve of his ear with his tongue and poured sweet praise onto it, stickily.
“Good boy, my Hong-seo.”