Taeju scratched teasingly at the tip of his nose.
“Why are you trembling like this? Are you cold?”
Iseo quickly shook his head. It wasn’t a cold season. Moreover, there was no way he could be cold after using his body so intensely.
“Then, do you still feel it?”
He flashed a mischievous smile thickly and lightly shook his hips. Iseo’s chest rapidly caved in.
“Heut! Ah…!”
“When I go crazy and rush at you, hyung should stop me, but now who’s going to stop us?”
He whispered like they were truly in love. As if they couldn’t control their hearts rushing toward each other.
He tightly embraced Iseo’s torso. Their chests pressed together so much it seemed the two would connect into one. Iseo clenched his shoulders at the intensifying bond and his more rapidly raging heart.
“When we’re both like this.”
Iseo let out a thin sound from his throat. Those words sounded like their hearts were the same. Even when he didn’t want to, his insides kept clenching. The inner fulfillment made his whole body ripple like waves on a lake.
“It’s good, me too.”
“See, at this rate we won’t be able to leave the bed.”
That wasn’t what he meant. He just meant it was good. Taeju seemed to only be thinking about the sex they’d just had. Iseo just nodded while burying his face in Taeju’s nape. It seemed like nothing mattered. No, rather, it was fortunate he misunderstood.
“Want to get on top again?”
He whispered in a voice soaked in affection. The act of sex was as intense as before. But Iseo felt it fully. That Yeon Taeju was properly performing his request to be ‘like lovers.’
He didn’t savor the afterglow alone and put affection even in the brief act of embracing. He buried his face in his nape and inhaled with all his might.
It was the act of pressing someone’s scent full into his body. Iseo trembled lightly as if shuddering. Just as he had done once, Taeju was doing the same.
Was Taeju’s scent as ecstatic as his own? His was heavy and sweet. Wasn’t his own just fishy? The worry that suddenly arose gave birth to uncontrollable anxiety. Iseo unknowingly twisted his shoulders as if avoiding Taeju.
“Wait, Yeon Taeju.”
“Why?”
“I, I’m sweating a lot too.”
“So what?”
In an instant, Taeju’s chest heavily crushed Iseo’s chest. He expanded his chest and inhaled again.
“Hyung smells good.”
He slowly exhaled the breath he’d inhaled with all his might. Iseo felt the strength unknowingly leaving his tensed shoulders. The tip of Taeju’s nose rubbed and ground against his flesh.
“I think I’ll get hard just from smelling hyung’s scent now.”
Even as he spoke, he laughed softly. A low sound like the wind leisurely tickled his ear. Iseo put strength into both arms and legs to bind Taeju even more tightly. His words alone were enough.
That alone was sufficient, so Iseo closed his eyes and swelled his chest like Taeju had done. Yeon Taeju’s scent filling his entire body added weight to his soul. He was ecstatic despite only having the outer shell. It felt perfect just like this.
* * *
It was quite a while later when Iseo and Taeju emerged from the bedroom. Thanks to that, they came out to the sea when the sun was at its hottest. Taeju, who’d spread a beach towel over the white sand, pushed his sunglasses up onto his forehead.
“Fucking hot. Should’ve come out early.”
Grumbling, he crossed both arms and pulled off the t-shirt he’d thrown on. Iseo tapped the sand with the toe of his loafers, making a small hole.
Even though he’d seen his bare body all morning, seeing it outside felt different.
“What are you doing? Take it off.”
At Taeju’s urging, Iseo only raised his eyes slightly to look at him. His pure white upper body gleamed under the hot direct sunlight.
It was like looking at marble without a single vein. The white, lustrous body looked like there wasn’t room for a single needle to enter. Iseo gazed blankly at Taeju’s body with fresh eyes. As if noticing his gaze, Taeju twisted his body to face Iseo.
“What? Do you like it?”
Taeju laughed playfully, narrowing his eyes. His face, which had heated slightly from the warmth, instantly turned red.
Taeju casually took off his shorts as well. When the gray swimsuit appeared, Iseo unconsciously averted his eyes again. It was a small size for him. Because of the tightly pulled area between his crotch, Iseo covered his cheek with the back of his hand. Even if his face had reddened from the heat, it seemed it would be difficult to regain its original color.
“You can look.”
He was not just confident but shameless. Iseo couldn’t even say no and just looked at the toe of his loafers. He slowly raised his hand to undo the first button of his shirt, but he didn’t know why his hands felt so itchy. His gaze lingered on the back of his hand. Watching the skin that would gradually be revealed.
This was different from shame. He just felt shy and embarrassed. Iseo undid one button and swept his cheek as if catching his breath for a moment.
Heat rushed to his head as if it would burst. Things like the inside of the swimsuit that was taut even without being erect, or the thick pectoral muscles that made his upper body particularly thick, or the firmly swollen thigh muscles kept stealing his gaze.
He knew everything about him. Even knowing his scent, texture, and body temperature, it was too difficult to pretend not to know and look away from it.
Even though there was no watching gaze, even though it was private property in front of his own villa, Iseo felt guilty about looking at or touching Taeju. That feeling was strange, arousing excitement like thin nails tickling the edge of his heart.
The splendid man who would suit the dazzling midsummer sun best was his right now. The overwhelming conquest and fever-like excitement scattered Iseo’s mind.
“Your face is red.”
At the edge of his dazed vision, Yeon Taeju’s bare foot came into view. As soon as Iseo saw his foot with its vivid blue veins standing out, he raised his head. And their eyes suddenly met.
“Ah, what were you thinking?”
“Nothing.”
“You were thinking something dirty, weren’t you?”
He laughed as if he knew everything. Then he started unbuttoning Iseo’s shirt himself. Iseo kept his lower back straight and tensed up. Large hands popped open the buttons one by one.
There was no sexual nuance. It was rather disappointing that his plain hands showed no hint of sensuality.
“I wasn’t.”
“What do you mean you weren’t? Your eyes keep going down.”
As he said, Iseo hurriedly raised his gaze that was trying to go below his chest. He didn’t know why he was so curious about what was going on down there. Even the tips of Iseo’s ears turned red.
“I said I wasn’t.”
“I said you can look. It’s yours anyway.”
The giggling sound was mischievous. Taeju, who’d finished unbuttoning the shirt, removed Iseo’s top. Along with the clothes that fell with a thud onto the beach towel, Iseo’s heart also fell to the ground with a thud.
Iseo was confused about what caused the sudden pounding. Whether it was because of his face that burrowed into his vision unrealistically, or because of his moderately affectionate yet playful words, or if not that, because of the hand approaching his lower body.
“Ah, I’ll do the pants myself.”
“Hm?”
“The pants…”
Taeju kissed him on the face he’d raised to stop him. In an instant, the wet flesh pressed down on his lips then separated.
While his mind was calculating the area between Taeju’s crotch inside his swimsuit, he was startled by the contact of their lips.
“Ya… What if someone sees…!”
“Who’s going to see?”
“No, but still…”
“You want to do it when someone might see?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Taeju pressed his lips down once more. He kissed him casually and raised and lowered his shoulder once.
“Give up on showing off. I have no intention of showing you getting all worked up.”
“I don’t intend to either…! Stop doing that.”
“Stop kissing?”
Because of the cute nuance that didn’t suit Yeon Taeju at all, Iseo’s words were momentarily blocked.
“But I want to. It’s cute when hyung holds his breath every time we kiss.”
This time his words were blocked because he’d pointed out the truth too accurately. While Iseo was flustered, Taeju undid his pants buckle and even removed his pants. Because of the pants falling with a thud, Iseo unconsciously brought his inner thighs together.
Even though he’d already put on his swimsuit before coming out, he closed his legs. Taeju’s blatant gaze burrowed between Iseo’s legs.
“When you close them, I want to spread them open.”
Taeju’s hand unhesitatingly gripped the soft, tender flesh of Iseo’s inner thigh tightly. Iseo unconsciously let out a high-pitched sound.
“Ah…! Don’t.”
Surprisingly, Taeju was pushed back as Iseo pushed him. As he was pushed back a couple of steps, he laughed. The way he licked his lower lip with a languid face made him look more vicious than a neighborhood thug.
“Somehow it seems like hyung is enjoying this more.”
