Seongyeom pressed his thighs tightly together, but even that wasn’t enough—his hips started squirming little by little. I should’ve just said I’d go to the bathroom for a moment when it wasn’t as urgent earlier. Swept up in the mood, he’d tried to hold it in as long as he could, but now he could barely even speak properly.
Siwon had been noticing Seongyeom’s fidgeting behavior for a while now. At first, he thought it was nervousness from lying, but his complexion seemed to be growing paler and paler.
“Lee Seongyeom?”
As Siwon called his name, the hand that had been touching his ankle moved to his thigh. It wasn’t a touch filled with ulterior motives—just a simple placement—but Seongyeom twisted his waist as if he’d been burned.
“Hik…!”
His body, pushed to its limit, was painful beyond just needing the bathroom urgently. With a tingling sensation in his lower abdomen, Seongyeom grabbed Siwon’s arm to keep from collapsing.
“Bath, bathroom….”
“Bathroom?”
Seongyeom nodded vigorously. His vision blurred. The whole world seemed to turn yellow. Siwon scooped up Seongyeom, who didn’t look well at all, in one swift motion.
“Uaaah….”
As pressure was applied to his abdomen, his bladder was stimulated again. Seongyeom flailed his legs before finally pressing them tightly together. Seeing him even breaking out in a sweat, Siwon, who had been heading to the bathroom, suddenly stopped in front of the door.
“Wh-what! Why?! Why aren’t you going in?”
At the sight of Siwon looking down at him with subtle eyes, Seongyeom nearly cried out. Even so, Siwon just looked at Seongyeom with a leisurely expression.
“Put me down! Ah, don’t play around!”
As he flailed his arms trying to escape from his embrace, Siwon playfully spun around in a large circle. A slight pressure was applied to his abdomen. Seongyeom tensed his body and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Please… I’m in a hurry….”
“Got it? How does it feel to be teased?”
Still wrapped around Siwon’s neck with both arms, Seongyeom, who had been hanging his head down, slowly nodded.
“I was wrong….”
Siwon turned back toward the bathroom with a victor’s smile. As he tilted his posture briefly to open the door, Siwon stalled again.
“Ah, right.”
“……?”
Seongyeom was almost on the verge of losing his mind. His forehead, which had been repeatedly rubbing against Siwon’s chest, had turned red. Seongyeom raised his flushed face to look at Siwon.
He looked absolutely adorable, nearly half out of it, but Siwon thought now was the perfect opportunity to tame this little fox.
“Didn’t you say you couldn’t stay by my side without money?”
Instead of answering, he nodded with difficulty, looking pitiful. So stubborn, really. But he couldn’t let his heart soften here. Siwon asked as he readjusted his hold on Seongyeom, whose bottom kept slipping down.
“I’ll give you double what you’re getting now. How about the position of a gangster boss’s lover instead?”
“Lover….”
“Yeah.”
Seongyeom blinked his large eyes.
Lover…
Lover…? If I’m a gangster boss’s lover… that means I’d be President’s lover…
“You’re asking me to date you?!”
“Uh… hey, hey!”
Because he suddenly sat up in Siwon’s arms, he almost face-planted on the bathroom floor. Siwon pulled Seongyeom tightly with his core strength. The arm wrapped around his waist pressed down on Seongyeom’s lower abdomen. The two of them got tangled in the shower curtain and fell together onto the bathtub behind them.
“Ah!”
Seongyeom’s behavior, sitting on top of Siwon’s stomach, seemed refreshed compared to just before. Lying sprawled in the cat-paw bathtub, one of his late wife’s belongings, Siwon felt warm moisture spreading across his stomach. The bathtub valve was closed.
Siwon rubbed his dizzy head. He thought he’d have to accept this much if he wanted to keep someone sixteen years younger by his side. Nodding his head, Siwon looked at Seongyeom.
“Feel better?”
At those words, Seongyeom snapped back to reality and looked back and forth between Siwon’s wet shirt and his own condition.
“This is crazy…!”
Instead of screaming, he buried his face completely in both hands. The heat that climbed up the back of his neck turned his ears bright red.
“This is seriously a lie. What do I do, have you lost all affection for me…? You must have, right…? Please stop looking and turn your head away….”
His voice mumbled and rolled between his palms. Instead of answering, Siwon gave him a thumbs up.
“Why not. You even marked your territory refreshingly, must feel great.”
“Ah, seriously stop teasing me!”
Seongyeom kept apologizing while wiggling his hips to get off Siwon’s stomach.
“Hey. Wait, wai… ugh!”
It really wasn’t intentional that he ended up brushing against Siwon’s member properly.
***
Seongyeom was able to finish showering with Siwon’s help. As he lay on the bed with his drowsy body, Siwon immediately pressed his lips against his and closed his eyes. Siwon didn’t miss catching his body as it fell backward from receiving his weight. Even while mixing tongues as if to pull them out, he quickly grabbed Seongyeom’s bottom to prevent his injured shoulder from being crushed again.
“Huk!”
Seongyeom, who had been focused on the kiss, suddenly opened his eyes wide. One side of his bottom was firmly gripped in Siwon’s hand. The world spun around. He’d only blinked once, but he was already mounted on top of Siwon in a prone position.
“Your shoulder can’t get worse.”
Siwon said as he lowered both hands to knead his bottom.
“Mmng….”
Is he planning to split my ass cheeks apart?
Seongyeom buried his face in Siwon’s chest and quickly nodded. The hard, hot thing caught between his legs kept bothering him. Maybe because he’d been holding back for so long. He could feel a pulse where their lower abdomens met. Seongyeom was scared yet somewhat expectant. He remembered that even when he wasn’t in his right mind from pain, when Siwon had thrust in and pressed a certain spot, he’d felt like he would lose his mind.
I’ll be able to feel that again this time, right?
Seongyeom slightly moved his hips and rubbed his bottom against Siwon’s member. Then he felt the hand gripping his bottom tighten again. And then, pain like fire came so intensely his vision went white.
Smack!
“Ah!”
Seongyeom was so startled he even forgot what he’d just been doing. When he stopped what he was doing and looked at Siwon, he had a deliberately stern expression. He’d naturally assumed he would be penetrated, but instead he felt like he was being sharply scolded.
“Not until your body is fully healed.”
“What?”
What is this… Then what was all that stuff we did up until now? Seongyeom wiggled his toes at the stinging pain spreading through his buttocks.
“But….”
Even if you say that, right now President seems to be suffering more than me.
Seongyeom swallowed the rest of his words and looked down at Siwon’s lower half. But Siwon was firm.
“No.”
“Geez….”
Seongyeom pouted his lips, thinking Siwon was being unnecessarily stubborn. When he raised his dissatisfied eyes, his back trembled at the hand that struck his buttocks again.
“Ahuk! That hurts!”
So petty, hitting the same spot again…!
Seongyeom pushed against Siwon’s chest and sat up. Immediately mounted on top of Siwon, Seongyeom triumphantly raised one corner of his mouth. Sending Siwon a look that seemed to say, ‘You can’t hit me if I do this, can you?’
Siwon tilted his head at Seongyeom’s appearance. Then he muttered with a face deep in thought.
“Now that I look at you. You seem to be somewhat spoiled.”
Siwon raised his long arm and reached toward Seongyeom’s chest. He pinched and twisted the nipple that had stood erect from tension after being spanked between his index and middle fingers.
“Hheut! Ow!”
No matter how he twisted his body or shook his chest, the pinching hand wouldn’t let go. If he tried to remove the hand directly, it would twist even harder, so Seongyeom instead pushed his chest out more to try to reduce the pain.
As his center of gravity shifted forward, the pressure below became unbearable. Unable to move up or down, just groaning, he suddenly felt a force thrusting upward from below. Seongyeom’s body bounced up high as if penetrated from below to above.
The hand that had been braced against Siwon’s chest slipped and his arm buckled. Siwon didn’t go easy on Seongyeom as he collapsed down onto him again.
“Get up.”
Siwon struck upward a third time at the pink bottom swollen in the outline of his handprint.
“Hiik!”
Siwon liked the feel of the bouncy bottom like pudding. As he gently stroked the endearing bottom, it tensed up as if frightened. A chuckle leaked from Siwon’s mouth.
“Not getting up?”
When he spoke in a deliberately cold voice, Seongyeom braced his trembling hands against his chest and lifted his body up. Stubbornly refusing to show his face for some reason. Seeing the moisture abundantly smeared around his chest, he must have shed tears again. Anyway, that’s all a bad habit too.
Siwon decided he’d correct everything today and instructed Seongyeom in a leisurely voice.
“Look at me.”
“Hy-hyung…. I’m hurting….”
“Oh my. Only when it’s convenient do you call me hyung.”
This time he struck the other side upward. Seeing him tremble and shake his head, it seems he’s snapped to attention.
“I, I was wrong…. Hheuu…. Stop now, stop hitting me…. Please….”
“What?”
“…Yes?”
“You said you were wrong. What did you do wrong?”
Unable to answer the question immediately, his eyes rolled around.
Siwon let out a hollow laugh as if he’d expected this.
See?
Still far to go.
Siwon felt he could now say he’d almost perfectly figured out the human being called Lee Seongyeom. Siwon showed Seongyeom an expression of great disappointment.
“Guess it was just empty words.”
“N-no it wasn’t!”
“I trusted you and even proposed dating.”
Siwon raised his hand again. As much as Siwon’s hand went up, Seongyeom’s eyes grew equally larger. Even on a body already full of wounds, you’d think there’d be no more places to hit, but when he looked, there were.
Siwon struck upward at the well-shaped bottom hard enough to echo throughout the room.
“Aaah!”
So it really does hurt.
This time a sound closer to a scream than a moan burst out. Siwon raised one corner of his mouth as he looked at Seongyeom’s member twitching adorably before his eyes.
