By Zephyria “You lived… trapped in this tomb-like place?”
“Hong-seo returned. So it’s not a tomb anymore. It’s a bridal chamber.”
“……”
Choi Hong-seo’s arms, which had been holding Lee Hae-sung as if never to let go, loosened. I awkwardly held his waist and looked up at him hesitantly. His exotic eyes, deeply set beneath his brow bones, narrowed with a hint of laughter.
“The room where the bride and groom spend their wedding night.”
“Ah…”
With a sound like a groan, Choi Hong-seo lowered his gaze. Lee Hae-sung’s hands, which had been holding his back, slid down towards Choi Hong-seo’s waist. The touch, applying pressure with fingertips as if tracing his spine, was not casual. It contained a subtle yet clear sexual message.
His signs suddenly made my mouth dry.
Choi Hong-seo’s hands, fiddling with the knit waistband, showed nervousness.
Lee Hae-sung lowered his head and touched foreheads.
“Strictly speaking, it’s not our wedding night, but.”
His whispering voice was like crackers steeped in thick honey. It was profoundly sweet, yet exhilaratingly crisp.
The hand holding his lower back zipped down the hoodie. The palm that slipped through the open zipper pressed broadly against his left chest.
“It’s the first time since this body definitively became Choi Hong-seo’s possession.”
He continued, rubbing his forehead against mine.
“No fever.”
Nod.
“Not feeling nauseous or dizzy?”
Nod.
His lips, rough from accumulated fatigue and lack of sleep, lightly pressed against my forehead. They moved down, past my temples, kissing my cheeks densely, and then deeply met my tense lips.
The kiss, without the use of tongues, was nonetheless far from light. It was a stimulating kiss, savoring the soft fullness of our lips, rubbing our thin skin together to heighten arousal.
As we held and sucked each other’s lips, gently pressing with our teeth to spread a sweet pain, our dry lips quickly became moist. With a wet sound as the viscous liquid that had been sticking together separated, his lips pulled back.
Our lower bodies were already hot. Pulling Choi Hong-seo’s waist tighter, deliberately creating friction, he whispered secretly.
“……Can you do it?”
“……”
The question, with its omitted object, was pregnant with meaning.
“Seeing you again in this room, I can’t control my feelings.”
Choi Hong-seo’s hands, still holding Lee Hae-sung’s waist, slid up his solid chest. It wasn’t just Choi Hong-seo who couldn’t control his feelings or body. He wanted him to firmly nail him down here, as a punctuation mark to everything being finished. He wanted sex with him.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I slightly lifted my heels to bring my lips closer to his ear.
“I can. Please do it.”
“……”
“I want to sleep with you here, Mister.”
Lee Hae-sung stroked Choi Hong-seo’s head, hidden from view, and let out a deep sigh.
Lifting Choi Hong-seo by his waist, holding him halfway up, he moved and closed the door behind him.
With a grunt, as he lifted, Choi Hong-seo’s legs completely floated in the air.
He followed obediently, without resistance. Hugging his neck tightly, held in his arms, I moved towards the bathroom.
The dressing room between the bedroom and bathroom, the bathroom itself, everything was the same.
Even the toothbrush Choi Hong-seo had used until the day he left was still in its holder.
Even after Lee Hae-sung set him down on the bathroom floor, Choi Hong-seo couldn’t move his feet for a while. He looked at everything within sight with an incredulous expression.
“It feels like… time has stopped.”
He walked slowly towards the sink.
It felt as if he had brushed his teeth and washed his face here this morning.
The face reflected in the mirror was different from the face in his memory, but for what reason…
Had he become accustomed to looking in the mirror for months?
Or had some subtle change occurred as this body truly became Choi Hong-seo’s possession?
The face in the mirror felt particularly like ‘Choi Hong-seo’.
Without realizing it, he reached out towards his face. The spots were fading at a noticeably rapid pace.
The time when Lee Hae-sung, drenched in rain, returned to his accommodation in Bali by a mysterious taxi was yesterday dawn. Even though less than two full days had passed, the blisters had completely subsided, and the borders of the clearly red spots had faded to pink.
Lee Hae-sung’s approaching figure was reflected in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around his waist, stopping behind him. Tilting his head, his face buried in my ear, half-hidden, he was handsome even from what could be seen.
“Your hands didn’t even spare a single sock you touched.”
“……”
“I couldn’t throw them away.”
Who would love me like this?
A single person was filling the affection I had never received from my parents, my teachers, or any adult I met in the world.
Even if I had lived a life filled with love from my parents, teachers, and all the adults I met in the world, Lee Hae-sung’s love was more powerful than all of that love combined.
So I will not complain about anything.
Turning away from the sink, I faced him. My eyes, looking down wordlessly, already ardently craved the person standing before me. A large hand reached out and pushed aside Choi Hong-seo’s zip-up jacket over his shoulder. Choi Hong-seo also reached out and unbuckled his pants.
While the large bathtub filled with water, we undressed each other. There was no need to rush. Kissing, entwining tongues, touching each other’s bodies to our heart’s content, we slowly removed each other’s briefs and socks.
In the luxurious beige marble bathtub, Lee Hae-sung leaned back as if to lie down. Then, he pulled Choi Hong-seo’s arm to sit on his lower abdomen.
It wasn’t easy to find a position. No matter how he tried, his penis got caught between his legs.
Cupping his hands, Lee Hae-sung splashed water on his face and swept his wet hair back. His water-drenched face looked at Choi Hong-seo, who was fidgeting uncomfortably on his stomach. Then, he lowered his eyelids and looked down.
Lee Hae-sung’s glans emerged between Choi Hong-seo’s legs, who was having trouble finding a comfortable position.
“If you keep fidgeting like that while sitting on top, it’ll get bigger?”
“It’s not that…”
“Stop being shy and come here.”
He yanked the hand touching below his chest, disrupting his balance. Finally, Lee Hae-sung could embrace the completely undressed Choi Hong-seo. Gently stroking Choi Hong-seo’s waist, who couldn’t meet his gaze, he said in a voice deepened by the humidity.
“What is it on my chin that you’re only looking at my chin?”
“Your chin… is also handsome.”
As if embarrassed, Choi Hong-seo explained, fiddling with Lee Hae-sung’s chin.
“What about your lips? Are they not handsome?”
“……”
There was no answer, but this time, he briefly met my gaze. Lee Hae-sung tapped his own lips, suppressing a smile that threatened to escape.
“If they’re handsome, give me a kiss.”
Choi Hong-seo stopped fiddling with his chin and kissed his lips, then pulled away.
“What about your nose? Is it not good?”
There was no unnecessary argument. Responding to Lee Hae-sung’s gentle lead that drew him into physical contact, Choi Hong-seo this time placed his lips on the tip of Lee Hae-sung’s nose.
Lee Hae-sung’s hand, which had been stroking his waist, slowly moved to his buttocks.
“Where else is handsome?”
Cupping Lee Hae-sung’s cheeks with both hands, Choi Hong-seo kissed Lee Hae-sung’s eyelids. Lee Hae-sung, whose buttocks were held full in his hands, closed his eyes. A satisfied smile lightly touched the corners of his lips. His lover’s lips on his eyelids were hot. Just like the inner flesh of his thighs pressing against his genitals.
“Now that I think about it, aren’t my lips the most handsome?”
Pressing his buttocks down to rub more forcefully against his penis, Lee Hae-sung puckered his lips as if to beg for a kiss.
“Make it hotter for my lips.”
While gently rotating his hips below.
With their lower bodies pressed this close, when he moved his hips, Choi Hong-seo invariably collapsed. The breath between his lips, looking down at Lee Hae-sung’s face, was ragged, proof of this.
Our wet lips met again, much more intensely. Lee Hae-sung felt his own thighs harden further just by looking at Choi Hong-seo’s expression as he leaned in to kiss him.
He alternately sucked the upper and lower lips, and then inserted his tongue into Lee Hae-sung’s mouth, rubbing it on his tongue. Savoring the ticklish sensation, Lee Hae-sung pursed his lips and squeezed the tongue in his mouth tightly.
“Mmm, mmm… Hmm.”
With a moan, Choi Hong-seo’s shoulders and waist twisted.
Even the slightest movement caused the water filling the bathtub to constantly slosh. Lee Hae-sung, pressing down to keep Choi Hong-seo’s body from floating, reached further down, deeper.
“Hhht. Hck! Nng.”
Choi Hong-seo writhed as his fingers sought and dug into the opening.
“Why are you already wriggling? What are you expecting?”
“It’s not that… Ugh… Hhuk!”
Choi Hong-seo instinctively pulled his hips back, gripping Lee Hae-sung’s shoulders.
Because of the water seeping in little by little, the feeling of Lee Hae-sung’s fingers being inserted deeply was more vivid than usual. His fingers, more delicate than genitals, moved arbitrarily, scratching and probing every corner of his narrow body, awakening it sensitively.
“Haa-eu, hng…”
The joints in his belly bent. The movement was felt completely. It flicked, brushing against the inner wall, then scraped over the bulging sac before pulling back.
“Ugh-ng!”
Then it plunged in again, then pulled out. Like sex, it repeatedly entered and exited, widening Choi Hong-seo’s rear. Slosh, slosh, slosh. Even the disturbance of the water sounded like the rhythm of intercourse.
His fingers, accurately remembering the location of the prostate, plunged in deeply without restraint.
Thinking about his fingers, which moved elegantly and neatly when using chopsticks, holding a pen, or smoking, now moving lewdly and greedily inside his body, he felt like he was going insane.
“What’s wrong? You’re feeling it more today, aren’t you?”
Another finger was added. Squelch, squelch. Water leaked into the forcibly opened passage. Even that sensation made Choi Hong-seo feel it.
“Hhutt, hck… No… No-hng…”
“No?”
“Because it hurts…”
“Oh, I see. Baby’s bottom hurts.”
Lee Hae-sung’s wet left hand gently stroked Choi Hong-seo’s face.
“So you’re rubbing your penis against my stomach because it hurts?”