What if the hand stroking down his cock right now were Dowon’s?
Yeohwi tilted his head back further and panted. His cock stood rigidly erect, almost touching his clearly protruding abs. The round glans that jutted out had even turned red in color. The pre-cum beading at the tip was washed away by the stream of water pouring from the showerhead.
“Ah……”
Dowon’s hands were large and long. However, when he actually tried gripping, Yeohwi’s hand seemed a bit larger. Yeohwi’s seemed thicker too. He wasn’t sure since he hadn’t placed them side by side to compare exactly, but if it were him, he probably would use more precise and restrained hand movements than what Yeohwi was doing now.
Yeohwi imagined Dowon’s movements in his mind and imitated them as is. How would Dowon touch? In what way would he stroke where? It definitely wouldn’t be crudely grabbing and shaking. Then Yeohwi’s hand movements changed. The hurried movements slowed and changed to a precariously teasing style.
While lightly flicking the back of the glans with his thumb, he tried moving the remaining four fingers separately. As if tickling the skin. As if overflowing with leisure.
‘I won’t touch a kid like you.’
Because Dowon is an adult. He wouldn’t be easily swept away by carnal desire. Suppressing it with his characteristic cold reason, a bit more, like this.
Yeohwi was completely immersed in recreating Dowon. Continuing his imagination, he stroked his own lips with his remaining hand. He remembered when he had kissed him. Both times Yeohwi had been the first to collide, and Dowon hadn’t properly responded. But if he kissed first, how he would do it was automatically drawn.
Yeohwi put his fingers in his mouth and rubbed them with his tongue while thrusting his hips up. Then it really felt like being with Dowon. What was touching now was also Dowon’s hand, and what was moving inside his mouth also felt like Dowon’s tongue.
With the thought of violating his palm, Yeohwi repeatedly rocked his hips. The slapping sounds of flesh echoed. The sound of water spilling as his hand slipped rang out. His member grew hotter and hotter until he felt he couldn’t endure anymore.
“Ah, ah…… Dowon-ssi.”
Yeohwi squeezed his eyes shut as if closing a faucet.
Then a pure white bed wavered before his eyes. A bed spread with rose petals. Right outside that door.
The image of Dowon lying on that bed was drawn. He saw the hand loosening his tie and his dark, dry eyes sweeping over Yeohwi. In his delusion, Yeohwi ran to Dowon as if entranced and pounced on him, pressing him down.
He grabbed and pressed down his wrists and kissed him fiercely. Dowon didn’t push him away. While being pressed down by Yeohwi, he parted his lips and offered his tongue. His forearm was wrapped around Yeohwi’s waist. When Yeohwi called “Dowon-ssi,” he responded with “Yeah, honey.”
His tautly swollen thigh muscles trembled. The space between the split muscles roared as if flaunting its presence while Yeohwi’s body vibrated finely. Simultaneously, a shudder ran from his head to his toes as white fluid spurted out. The force was so strong that traces splattered up to the upper part of the shower booth wall.
“Huk, ahh……”!
Yeohwi briefly moaned then hurriedly closed his mouth and swallowed the sound. As a recoil from forcibly suppressing his breath, his uvula fluttered violently. His Adam’s apple that had bobbed up and down a couple of times soon quieted down.
His whole body was still hot.
He felt like he’d go crazy, unable to control the coiling heat.
***
A moment later. While Dowon had gone to wash up, even as Yeohwi alone organized the honeymoon miscellany spread on the bed, he wasn’t in his right mind.
The air in the room had changed to be incomparably stickier and denser than before, and from his body wet with hot steam, a fragrant soap smell wafted.
An unfamiliar hotel room. Subtle lighting. And a pure white bed.
Yeohwi finished tidying and hesitantly lay down carefully on the sofa, his spot in the living room. With a pillow taken from the bed and a spare blanket pulled up to his nose, he squeezed his eyes shut.
Rather, it would be good if he could fall asleep like this before Dowon came out.
Contrary to his expectations, his mind was crystal clear. Rather, he was running wild, soaked in dopamine and adrenaline.
After a while, Dowon, having finished his shower, appeared dressed in a shower gown. He briefly confirmed the neatly cleared bed and the large lump of Seong Yeohwi curled up on the sofa, then picked up his tablet.
Rather than going straight to sleep, he seemed to be checking the remaining schedule while leaning against the headboard.
Through the gap in the blanket, Yeohwi’s eyes saw Dowon’s figure. Though half-hidden by the sofa backrest, his forearm and outstretched legs were clearly visible. Each time he breathed, the mattress undulated subtly. Even that sight came across vividly.
‘Ugh……’
The sound of his heartbeat was so loud he could die.
He was so extremely tense he felt like he might vomit.
Then, Dowon turned off the light and placed the tablet on the nightstand. And he turned over and lay down.
As the surroundings darkened, he felt even more suffocated. Yeohwi fidgeted inside the blanket and swallowed his dry saliva. If he’d known this would happen, he should have gone one more round earlier. No, two rounds…….
Yeohwi couldn’t even breathe properly and just gripped the edge of the blanket tightly. Even the very small sound of the bedspread rustling was heard loudly. Wasn’t his breathing too rough, could the sound of his heartbeat be heard? Cold sweat seemed to flow down his back.
He’d rather Dowon quickly fall asleep, he thought, but if he actually fell asleep, he’d feel disappointed. His feelings were really strange. Dowon probably didn’t even know Yeohwi was this tense.
“……Dowon-ssi.”
Yeohwi called him very softly, as if whispering.
“……”
There was no answer.
“Are…… Are you asleep?”
Still silent as before.
Dowon’s turned back also had no movement.
“You’re sleeping…… right?”
Yeohwi let out a sigh mixed with relief and regret. His gaze fixed on Dowon’s back figure lying still in the darkness. The line of his nape that was usually hidden by his shirt and not visible, the sexily protruding shape of his shoulder blades, and his firm lower body…….
Just as all his nerves were on edge, a languid reply was heard.
“Sleep. We have to move early tomorrow.”
Startled, Yeohwi’s lips moved.
“Uh, ah, you weren’t asleep?”
“Your breathing is noisy.”
“Ah……”
Yeohwi pulled up the blanket to completely cover and hide his face. Both cheeks burned.
“I can’t fall asleep…… Usually I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, but today.”
“……”
“Um, Dowon-ssi. I have something I’m curious about…… Can I ask?”
Yeohwi mumbled. Dowon answered without any movement in his turned-over position.
“What is it.”
“Um…… What’s your ideal type, Dowon-ssi?”
“Ha……”
A heavy silence flowed from the bed side. Dowon’s frowning expression was vivid. He thought he might ignore it as a useless question.
As expected, no answer came back. Complete ignoring.
“No, I know I’m not your romantic interest. I can’t not know. You cut off the sprouts and drove in the nails. This marriage is a political marriage…… The age gap is severe too……”
The more he spoke, the more his throat choked up. Each word he uttered stabbed his chest.
“So…… Then, besides me, what kind of person is your romantic interest, Dowon-ssi? That’s what I’m curious about.”
“……”
“If you just tell me that, I’ll sleep quietly. Really.”
Would it be greedy to want complete affection rather than occasional attention?
Though he didn’t know it himself, Yeohwi’s voice was trembling subtly. What kind of person he could never become, what kind of person could burrow into Dowon’s heart and stand by his side. While feeling jealous, on the other hand, he wanted to know insanely.
Because of the foolish hope that if he at least knew that standard, he could imitate it. Or because he thought he might be able to give up decisively.
Yeohwi pushed aside the blanket and looked at Dowon’s back with desperate eyes.
“If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll speak first. I like people who don’t play games. Not those who exploit someone’s desperation to toy with them, deceive them, trick them…… Who only say pleasant things to your face but behind your back only think about using and discarding you. A real proper person.”
