By Zephyria 
The taste of power could be felt even after arriving in Jeju Island. Not only did the hotel’s limousine service pick them up from the airport, but they were also guided through a private elevator and corridor.
A private room had been separately prepared for the lounge as well. Not just the guest room, but the lounge offered a magnificent view where the ocean could be seen at a single glance. Lying comfortably on a sofa-bed, Jiha excitedly gazed at the sea while munching on desserts.
“It just so happens to be the full moon today. I heard the night sea viewed from the hotel is truly beautiful!”
“Is that so?”
Jeil Heon was still picking at the afternoon tea set like a bird, but he seemed to be enjoying himself.
“This is the first time I’ve come to Jeju for a trip rather than a business trip.”
“What did you do during your vacations?”
“If I wasn’t meeting my younger siblings, I usually spent time alone at home. There were times Teacher Yeo-song kicked me out, telling me to go get some fresh air.”
“Let’s travel together again on your next vacation! We could come to Jeju like this, or go to your villa.”
Jeil Heon murmured, “Next year…,” as if he had heard a very unfamiliar word, then smiled, his eyes narrowing into crescents. It was dangerous. Because that smile was so lovely, he almost forgot they were in a public place and nearly pounced on him.
To squander 1.49 million won, they had dinner consisting of a course meal that was delicious but small in portion and expensive. Under the guidance of a golfer, he swung a club in front of a screen. The sauna was also an indispensable part of the day.
After aggressively completing their itinerary and returning to the room, a low gasp escaped Yoo Jiha’s lips. The night sea outside the window, which had left him speechless during the day, was truly magnificent. In the deep blue darkness, the waves shimmering silver under the moonlight were as beautiful as a painting. As he slightly opened the window leading to the terrace, the subtle salty scent characteristic of the ocean drifted in softly, mingling with the sound of the waves.
“They say this hotel uses one-way mirrors so you can’t see inside from the outside, which makes the view even better.”
At the moment he said that, he had no other ulterior motive. That is, until he heard Jeil Heon’s nonchalant reply: “Then it’s fine to do whatever we want inside.” He really meant it.
Therefore, Yoo Jiha could innocently claim that it wasn’t entirely his fault that they ended up having sex against the backdrop of an ocean view.
“Hng, touching there, ngh, what’s so good about….”
Leaning against the window, Jiha was held from behind by Jeil Heon, whose hand pushed up his T-shirt to fiddle with his chest.
“Is there anywhere that isn’t good to touch?”
Playfully licking the back of his neck, he rubbed the nipple between his index and middle fingers. Before he could get used to the sensation of being rubbed vigorously, he pinched and pulled it, then twisted it as if scratching the areola. The small piece of flesh that had been melting softly soon stood stiff and erect.
Gasping for air, Yoo Jiha scratched the window with his fingers. The sharp sting radiating from his pinched chest stimulated his nerves. Before meeting him, he had never imagined he could be aroused by having his chest touched. From the pleasure he had vaguely imagined to the pleasures he had never known, he was learning them all from him.
Jeil Heon nibbled on the finely trembling nape of Jiha’s neck as he let out helpless moans. Just the touch of his breath made his skin shiver. He hadn’t known he could become this sensitive before meeting him. Or perhaps, was it he who had made him sensitive?
“Jiha, your moans are erotic. Is it okay if I leave the terrace window open?”
Even if the window was open, it was barely the width of a finger. While his rational mind understood that the soundproofing was good and his voice wouldn’t leak outside, his body instinctively stiffened slightly.
Stroking the faintly tensed skin, Jeil Heon slid his hand down, reaching inside the underwear to gently grip the member. The half-erect organ, engorged with blood, was completely enveloped in his hand. Biting his lip, Yoo Jiha pressed his forehead against the forearm leaning on the window. The large, firm hand kneaded the member and tickled the scrotum as if playing.
He wanted him to rub harder, but the pants and underwear were too much of a hindrance. As he fumbled to pull down his pants, he felt the man chuckle softly against his neck.
“Hng!”
Before he could even touch them, the underwear slid down along with the pants. As his body flinched at the sudden touch of air on his skin, Jeil Heon’s hand gave his buttock a light slap.
“Jiha. The moonlight is so bright that I could see your hole twitch just now.”
“Hiek, you… you perverted ahjussi.”
“Mm-hmm, and yet you got even more aroused, didn’t you?”
He was correct. Just the imagination of the secret place that received him twitching caused blood to rush down until it felt tight. For a moment, he felt a sense of pride, feeling as though they were steadily progressing through the stages of a perverted couple.
As if reprimanding him for having other thoughts for a moment, the man pressed firmly on the shaft and stroked it rapidly up and down.
“Hnggg, ngh…!”
It didn’t feel like he had stroked it many times, but a cloudy liquid splattered against the window. Although the lights in the room were off, the hotel’s lighting illuminating the beach was well-designed, and above all, the full moon was incredibly bright. Seeing his own Essence dripping down the window, Yoo Jiha’s cheeks turned bright red. To shake off this embarrassment, he had no choice but to do something even more daring.
Yoo Jiha closed his eyes tightly and shook his hips slightly. Very slightly. It was the maximum amount of seduction he could manage.
“Hurry, ahjussi’s… hng, put it in….”
“…Haa.”
Despite his best efforts to seduce him, for some reason, a low groan escaped from Jeil Heon, who was pressed against his back. Why? Why? Does this kind of seduction not work? Then what should he do? Just as he was about to look back with an anxious heart, he heard the sound of a zipper opening behind him.
“Sorry. I’ve become too impatient, but I feel like if I put it in right now, you’ll tear.”
“Eh, excuse me?”
Yoo Jiha soon understood the meaning of those words. Jeil Heon stroked his thick member once with his hand and then immediately pushed it between Jiha’s thighs.
“Hng!”
He pushed so hard that Jiha’s body, unable to withstand the force, staggered backward. If Jeil Heon hadn’t held his waist, he surely would have slammed into the window. The violent member, with thick veins bulging, pressed into the soft, tender parts of his inner thighs, digging in relentlessly.
“Ahng! This…! It’s too, strange, hng! It feels good… haugh!”
This was crazy. It was strange, but it felt good. The skin being rubbed without hesitation was stinging enough that it would surely be red and swollen afterward, and his legs, barely holding up due to the difference in their stature, were trembling so much they might cramp, yet it felt good.
Just the friction of the man’s member pushing against his groin as it thrust between his legs made him stand erect again. He was genuinely worried that a day might come when he would go into heat just by hearing Jeil Heon’s breathing.
“Ahjussi, hng… this is all, ahak! because of you….”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Hng! Ahjussi is mean, hnggg.”
His tongue was so loosened that he couldn’t even speak properly. Finding something amusing even in those strange mumbles, Jeil Heon chuckled softly, brushed away the sweat from Jiha’s forehead, and kissed him.
“That’s right. It’s all my fault. That Jiha’s body is this erotic, and that I’m completely powerless against Jiha.”
Brushing the bridge of his nose, his lips moved to swallow Yoo Jiha’s lips, which were panting out fragmented sounds. He didn’t even feel the pain in his waist, which had become somewhat stiff from twisting his body. Yoo Jiha clung to the forearm supporting him, swallowing his kisses greedily as if licking sweet honey water.
The large hand gripped both the man’s member, which was roughly sliding between his thighs, and Yoo Jiha’s, which had stood erect and turned red. They weren’t even side-by-side; Jeil Heon’s member was longer than his own, even after passing over the buttocks and groin.
With a hazy gaze heated by passion, Yoo Jiha gasped. He couldn’t fathom how he had been absorbing something so long and thick all this time.
Pre-cum, from whom it came unknown, flowed and mixed together, wetting even Jeil Heon’s hand. Yoo Jiha realized for the first time today that the veins, protruding like wrapped ropes, scratching and hitting his own member instead of the mucous membrane inside his buttocks, fueled his excitement fiercely.
If it hadn’t been for him, these were things he likely would have never known.