The representative of Doguk had to fulfill an overseas trip schedule at least once a year. It was called an overseas trip, but it was essentially a reward vacation. Last summer, when Mihee went on a long vacation for over a week, Seheon worked every single day except weekends. This time, it was his turn. He couldn't miss this perfect opportunity.
Whether things happened this way for a reason or not, Yoon-shin, who had quite a lot of annual leave left this year, applied for vacation all at once, making the reasonable excuse that it wouldn't be right to use them all up at the end of the year. The travel dates were set to the bare minimum, sandwiching the weekend. Considering even the slightest concern that employees might find it odd that their schedules overlapped, they aligned the dates with Gallery 'Sansa''s special closing days and Igyeong's days off. Secretary Tak would fill in the rest of the gaps.
Yoon-shin's face beamed with a smile as he looked out at the cloudy night sky from inside the plane. He was about to lean his head on Seheon's shoulder, who was reading documents on a tablet in the next seat, but instead, he poked Seheon's side, who seemed completely uninterested in him.
"What are you looking at?"
"Something I have to look at."
It was a rather unkind answer. Yoon-shin, pouting slightly, wanted to provoke his mood for no reason. At times like this, there was a surefire remedy.
Since it was nighttime in Korean time, the cabin was quite dark. There were quite a few people sleeping around them. Even though there was a decent distance between the seats, his voice naturally lowered just in case.
"Senior, you said you prosecuted the captain of this plane before, right?"
"Yeah, a long time ago."
"What kind of person is he? Secretary Tak said he's really handsome?"
Seheon, who had kept his eyes fixed on the text, slowly turned to look at Yoon-shin beside him. His gaze was fierce.
Yoon-shin made a face as if to say, 'You're finally looking at me now.' He thought he would react right away. Gang Seheon was still a very, tremendously, considerably difficult man to handle, but at least when it came to things like this, he had become quite easy. It seemed his ploy to elicit jealousy had already been caught. The fact that he kept repeating it even though Seheon noticed and Yoon-shin got caught proved that humans are indeed animals that repeat the same mistakes.
"Why are you curious about that?"
"I'm not curious."
"Then why are you poking at me. Do you want to kill Captain Han, or do you want to die?"
"I object to both."
"Then do you want to see Korean Air go bankrupt?"
"Ah, if you hate it, I guess it's bound to go under. Just like... COP?"
A while ago. Chairman Won of COP expressed his intention to resign, saying he keenly felt the responsibility for the owner risk. Unlike chaebols who usually pretend to step down only on the surface while actually continuing to manage, this was not a smokescreen. Rumors from the securities industry were actually circulating that they would enter due diligence for a merger and acquisition.
Yoon-shin didn't know the exact facts either. He didn't even know whether the M&A would really be successful as the rumors said. He only guessed that Chairman Won's resignation was an inevitable choice for the company. Seheon would probably know in detail how things were going. It seemed his real revenge was just beginning. Because the one he really wanted to spray with a shotgun wasn't COP, but Chairman Won.
He seemed to have read all of these presumptions of mine. Seheon, expressing with his half-open eyes that he had no intention of being swept away, refuted.
"I told you that's not me."
"I know it's not you, so give me some attention. We're going on a trip together, but if one person works, what am I supposed to do? Do something else for once."
Seheon, who was staring quietly as if affirming the proposition itself, shook his head from side to side. Yoon-shin, undeterred by his cold reaction, leaned his face toward him and acted playfully. Then, the sight of Seheon raising the corners of his mouth as if he couldn't stand watching him act cute anymore was wonderful.
As he often did, Seheon showed his answer through action rather than words. Taking advantage of the moment when the people next to them were quietly asleep and the cabin crew wasn't passing by, he quietly lowered his head and kissed him in response. Then, as if nothing had happened, he straightened his torso and focused on reading the documents again.
Yoon-shin deliberately smoothed down his raised mouth corners and turned his eyes back to the window.
The sky and land observed from the airplane were beautiful. At the same time, they were dark and vast. The pitch-black void, the blurry horizon, and the sporadically flickering lights continued for a long time, making his eyes dazzled, but for some reason, he couldn't shake off the feeling of boredom.
To him, Seheon beside him was a much more interesting picture. It didn't take long before Yoon-shin looked at him again, and in his eyes, a trace of suspicion, which he had momentarily pushed aside earlier, crept in.
Just a little, a very little bit, he had a bad premonition.
Still, surely, he would spend all his time entirely on me once we get off the plane.
Even if it's the workaholic Gang Seheon.
This was a special itinerary he had proposed himself, he whose time was more precious than gold.
"Will you be busy even after we arrive?"
"I'm looking at it now so I won't be busy later. Since you're listening, you can say what you want to say."
"Then that's a relief."
Yoon-shin, humming softly, leaned his head on Seheon's shoulder. He felt him reach out with his left hand to tousle his hair. He gently closed his eyes and swelled with the anticipation he had harbored since embarking on the journey.
Because it would be late when they arrived, the real itinerary would start tomorrow. The long flight also took a physical toll. Tonight, they would check in and most likely stay at the hotel.
As if there had been a prior understanding between them, they decided the first place to visit tomorrow would be the Musée d'Orsay. It was a tourist spot, so there would be a lot of people, but at least there would be far fewer people who recognized them than in Korea. In the romantic city they were visiting as travelers, their actions would likely be much freer.
Yoon-shin, who had been lost in thought, fiddling with the ring on his left hand with his right fingers, suddenly turned and looked at Seheon again.
"You know Lautrec's 'The Bed'. Do you remember?"
True to his promise to keep his ears open to him, he immediately found it absurd, as if he would listen to any nonsense.
"What's the point. Are you remembering it because you're afraid I won't? Shouldn't it be the other way around?"
"Those two women, they say they were lesbians working in a brothel."
"Tell them homos working at a law firm are going to meet soon. That'll be something to see."
Yoon-shin bit his lip to hold back his laughter at the words, which he couldn't tell were serious or a joke, and gave a fake cough.
He once said he wasn't a homo.
He became even more amused by that sleek side profile, which dropped a massive bomb with calm words but didn't show a single hint of agitation. Yoon-shin lowered his already hushed, whispering voice even further and added.
"Those two people back then. Do you know what they did before they fell asleep?"
"Well. They probably worried about what position to use today. East? West? You did it in all directions yesterday."
He was replying word for word, but not a single answer was proper.
This time, it didn't seem like biting his lips would solve it, so Yoon-shin tightly pinched his knee with his hand and barely swallowed his laughter. As he watched Seheon until his breathing settled, it didn't seem like he was just tossing out replies haphazardly because he was focused on work. Originally, Seheon only processed one thing at a time because he wanted to pay attention or maximize efficiency, but he was also fully capable of handling multiple things at once effortlessly. At this point, it seemed like he needed to seriously consider his reaction too.
Maybe, he's also a little excited.
"......They probably kissed. It's a series of paintings. I saw them kissing in another art book."
It seemed the word 'kiss' caught his ear.
Or maybe he just wanted to look at him once more.
Seheon, who looked back at Yoon-shin beside him, lowered his head. The storm within his lover's pupils clearly wanted something, and he wasn't the type of person to pretend not to know. They once again avoided others' eyes and kissed. This time, they pressed their skin together longer than they had a few minutes ago.
Yoon-shin's heart fluttered particularly at this kiss. The surroundings were dim, and only the sporadic orange lighting illuminated the silent perimeter. In a corner of that soft darkness, they were whispering a secret conversation, lowering their frequencies to the utmost so that only their voices could be heard by each other. Thanks to that, he felt shy, as if he had become a high school student secretly kissing under a streetlight near his house.
Eventually, he calmly pulled his skin away and bit Yoon-shin's lips hard, which were lax from pleasant imaginations.
"Ugh."
Yoon-shin groaned as quietly as possible and licked his stinging lips. Seheon even watched that sight with a delicate gaze. It seemed like a few seconds had passed. Finally, he pushed the tablet aside and sat diagonally, turning his body toward the window. It was a perfect posture that completely hid Yoon-shin from the opposite side. Yoon-shin, who glanced over his shoulder, also turned his body diagonally in the direction Seheon was sitting to face him, and leaned back as if sinking deeper into the seat.
"Senior, you said you could speak French. Secretary Tak told me when I said I hadn't been to France."
He, who was caressing Yoon-shin's cheek, asked back in disbelief.
"Are there people who can't?"
"...For starters, I can't. No, isn't it normal not to be able to?"
"It'd be a big deal if you got lost there. Stick close to me."
"It's not about whether I'm good at it or not, you never said you were fluent in French."
"You didn't ask. And it's just a little, just enough for daily conversation."
It was obvious without asking that Gang Seheon's English was at a native level, since he had even obtained his certification there at super speed. He could also converse at a decent level in Russian, Italian, and Spanish. When asked casually, he said that these days he reads case law when he's stressed, but before becoming a lawyer, learning foreign languages was one of his tasks.
Hearing that he did it not because he needed it at the time, but because he might need it in the future, it felt very much like him, being ruthlessly sharp.
His standards for achievement were particularly high. Since he expressed it as 'a little,' it was obvious he was at a level where he could effortlessly hold daily conversations with locals, just like in other languages.
"Is there anything else that Director Tak or CEO Song knows but I don't yet?"
He surprisingly showed a serious and pondering attitude toward this question. The answer was the same.
"Well. You definitely know the most about me now, but both of them are such insidious people, I can't guarantee how much they know."
"Then isn't that a problem? Think about it more quickly."
"You're the one who should ask right away instead of keeping it inside when you get curious. You have the right to hear. I won't keep secrets from you as much as possible, except for things that would hurt you to hear. Living together means I'll share my previous life with you, not just the future."
He was so good at occasionally making people's hearts drop like this. Yoon-shin, whose cheeks flushed slightly, relaxed all the strength in his body, showing exactly what he was thinking on his face. It was to hold back his words for a moment. Because Seheon, who was watching him, soon burst into laughter, he, who had momentarily floundered in a dreamlike state, had no choice but to return to reality.
"COP......"
"Stop right there. It's not me."
"You told me to ask."
"So I'm answering. Then you should believe me, right? Besides, I said I'd tell you as much as possible, not everything."
His attitude of playfully responding to each potentially annoying question was different from usual. He had been suspicious, but at this point, he knew for sure. Even that man, whose emotions were not greatly amplified, seemed to be enjoying this trip quite a bit. For some reason, he felt like getting a stamp of confirmation in his own language today, so he asked on purpose.
"Senior, you look like you're in a good mood right now."
Sure enough.
He didn't deny it either.
"I am. I'm with you."
It was just that their ways of expressing excitement were different, but it was certain that the two were harboring similar thoughts right now. It was a modest expectation for the trip. It would be correct to equate it to intimate time alone together.
After secretly kissing several times, they leaned their heads toward each other again. No, they tried to, but couldn't because a flight attendant happened to appear from the cockpit.
While the startled Yoon-shin quickly straightened his posture and hastily pulled out a brochure from his bag, Seheon shamelessly picked up the tablet again.
Perhaps worried about waking the sleeping passengers, the flight attendant looked down the aisle and passed by. The two, each doing their own thing, confirmed the footsteps fading toward the economy class, and without anyone going first, they lowered their heads and smacked, kissing. Then they touched noses and laughed a little.
* * *
I think this is a matter that must be seriously pondered.
Coming on a trip of special significance, sitting at the tea table in the bedroom of a hotel suite, about the disposal of that man who, surprisingly, is working from day one.
Seheon, who was on the phone with various documents and a tablet PC spread out, had just come out of the shower and was only lightly wearing a bathrobe.
I should have known.
I had a brief worry on the flight from Incheon, but because he denied it, I really didn't think he would.
Gang Seheon devoting himself to work even in a hotel at a travel destination.
It was so like him that I didn't even have the energy to argue.
"Have you contacted them? Haa, Attorney Song. It's natural to think you sold it too cheaply when the stock price goes up. This case must absolutely not escalate into a lawsuit. Make sure the contract termination proceeds as scheduled."
Seheon, who looked nothing short of troubled, rebuked Mihee on the other end of the receiver.
"What do you mean what to do, if persuasion doesn't work, you have to threaten. First, to the TF team leader... What? Are you kidding me right now? After doing a fucked up job, you say you'll swallow it in the morning? If you don't want to be fired, contact them to come running right now. It's a problem if it's like this."
Judging from his words, it seemed a major problem had occurred in the project-type TF team launched by the corporate law team early this year. Yoon-shin, who didn't want to know too deeply, poured dark red wine into a wine glass until it was about a quarter full and gulped it down in one shot. A bitter aftertaste lingered in his mouth. Without erasing his very resentful gaze, he moved to the side table behind Seheon. He sat awkwardly on the edge of it and watched the back of the man on the phone. It seemed like an urgent situation, as even his back looked annoying.
Perhaps feeling anxious when the figure hovering in front disappeared behind him, Seheon reached backward.
After a brief hesitation, Yoon-shin got up, considering it as giving him a pass. Until a few minutes ago, before Mihee called, Seheon had been faithfully keeping the promise he made on the plane, so it was still within acceptable limits. As he stepped up beside him, the moment he got close, Seheon pulled his waist and sat him sideways on his thigh, continuing his words.
"That's why I kept saying from the team leader senior stage that this acquisition battle shouldn't be entrusted to just anyone. It was obvious he'd be swayed here and there since that Chairman's ears are like blotting paper, and that we shouldn't let our guard down until the end on this case. Haa, alright. First, where did you say? The firm they hired. Ah, there. A law firm specializing in litigation."
Scratch scratch.
After scribbling a few words with one hand and tossing the pen, he slipped his hand into Yoon-shin's robe. Since Yoon-shin was also naked under his nightgown, his large hand immediately touched bare skin. Without even bothering to look, Seheon fearlessly found the place he felt best. Raising his firm, straight index finger, he slowly stroked down various parts of Yoon-shin's body, which was trembling with tension.
"Inhale."
The hand that slid down from his neck to his shoulder blade rolled over his nipple. Yoon-shin flinched and tightly bit his lip, barely suppressing a moan. Whether he knew it or not, Seheon seemed to tease the pointed nipple for a moment before quickly moving to the center of his chest. His fingertips, descending as if landing, stopped at his abdomen. He fumbled as if tickling the area around his navel, and just as Yoon-shin was barely trying to adapt, he slipped between his groin.
Hooking his soft pubic hair with his fingers and flipping it a few times, he finally reached the distant place. At that moment. His flesh, which penetrated straight toward the center without any preheating, gripped Yoon-shin's genitals.
"Heut."
Finally, a moan escaped Yoon-shin's mouth. Worried that the high-pitched sound might reach Mihee far away, his best option was to clamp both hands over his mouth and lean his body forward. As Yoon-shin suppressed his groans while practically leaning his upper body on the table, Seheon took the opportunity to skillfully massage the penis in his grip, urging it to an erection.
Both his caressing palm and Yoon-shin's violated genitals generated frictional heat, gradually growing hotter. As he touched it, he too seemed to slowly get aroused, his breathing slightly quickening.
"Alright. Send me their business cards. I'll call them myself. Yeah. What else. No, don't call again, just do it all at once."
He, who was about to hang up quickly, paused. It seemed the other party had thrown out a topic that couldn't end the conversation like this. Even the movement of his hand, which had been recklessly fondling Yoon-shin's genitals, had momentarily stopped. He didn't know exactly what it was, but it was clearly an important matter within the firm.
Yoon-shin, who became indignant at the man who couldn't completely abandon 'Gang Seheon of Doguk' even on a day like this, pulled up the hem of Seheon's robe. He quickly adjusted his posture, spread his groin over one of his firm thighs, and plopped down. Even then, Seheon was still deep in his phone call, keeping Yoon-shin on his lap.
"Haa, really? A poorly raised guy usually holds you back. It might be a blessing in disguise that it blew up now. Then we should go to Cha-an. No. It's the first director of the Corporate Law Research Institute. It's better to be careful. Yeah, if he was the chairman of the election management committee right before, his track record is okay. Send that by email. I'll review it further for now, and when I return, I'll meet him direct... ut."
It was before he could even finish his sentence.
Seheon flinched dramatically as if bouncing. It was a rare reaction for him, who rarely showed agitation. Flustered, he stared at Yoon-shin's back, who was sitting straddling his left leg, rubbing his perineum against his firm flesh. Every time his body moved, the soft skin area of the perineum, as well as the scrotum, the root of the penis, and even the glans, rubbed against the tight, muscular skin at a precarious frequency.
Yoon-shin still had both hands covering his mouth, worried his moans might leak through the phone. Even while worrying about Mihee discovering this situation, he didn't stop moving. With his upper body leaned fully over the table, he pressed his lower body against Seheon's leg as if it were a sex toy.
Swish, the moment he slowly smeared his perineum and genitals, a vulgar sound effect of 'slap' erupted. His fully erect penis struck down as if punishing his thigh.
In Seheon's deep eyes watching this, a look of absurdity and an impulse to run wild right now were mixed exactly half and half. He gripped the phone with crazy force and barely managed to listen to the rest of Mihee's words. His replying voice was sunken to the limit, an incredibly damp voice.
"......Yeah. I'll meet him. Nothing more to say, right. Hang up."
Thud. He put the phone down as if throwing it, then lifted Yoon-shin, who was trembling his thighs from the aftermath of his clumsy masturbation on his lap, high up. He walked a bit holding him, then roughly laid his lean body on the nearby bed.
Thud!
As he crashed onto the soft mattress, Yoon-shin's robe flew wide open on both sides. Seheon completely untied the half-loosened knot and climbed on top of his shyly revealed naked body. The brightly turned-on lights shone clearly down on them.
"Do Yoon-shin, am I your toy?"
Yoon-shin, rubbing the back of his head against the sheets as if tilting his head back, looked up at him languidly.
"That's why who asked you to work on a trip?"
"You could've waited just 5 minutes. Do you know how much that M&A is worth?"
"You didn't call CEO Song when she was on her reward trip. Shouldn't you not be picking up either, Senior?"
"You used me as a masturbation tool and don't even show a sign of reflection, is that it?"
"You have to successfully ejaculate for it to be a masturbation tool. Senior is just... Senior."
He, who had been listening with some leisure, suddenly assumed a cold expression and asked back sinisterly.
"Insulting. Are you serious?"
"I'm not so ignorant of the law that I'd admit that in front of a lawyer with my own mouth."
"You'll regret those words."
"I wonder. I'm not the type to regret easily."
At the end of his answer, Yoon-shin stared back at him with a quite refreshing expression. Seheon looked straight down at that defiant face. Then, suddenly, a mischievous expression, rarely seen on his distinct features, flashed across. Because he had been looking up at him continuously, Yoon-shin could clearly catch it.
"Uh... uh, Senior, your expression is weird?"
"What's weird. You wanted to rub against me that much?"
"Uh... it's getting weirder and weirder..."
"Alright. I'll let you rub. Keep rubbing until you come. Come here."
For a moment, Yoon-shin felt genuine fear.
'If I go now, I think I'll die.'
Even though he had provoked him on purpose, when he actually came on aggressively, he was completely terrified. He instinctively felt a sense of crisis and pulled his body back. As a result, the thin robe that was practically draped underneath him got disheveled. Seheon, as if annoyed by it, picked it up and threw it under the bed.
Accidentally becoming completely naked, Yoon-shin retreated a little more. In the meantime, Seheon, who had also stripped off his robe and roughly tossed it somewhere, sat down on the bed. As if determined, he grabbed the fugitive's pelvis tightly with both hands. Then, holding him firmly so he couldn't escape anymore, he made him fall over his firm thighs.
There was no time to refuse. He laid back toward the head of the bed and pulled Yoon-shin's body up to his abdomen using only the strength of his arms.
"Huh? Wait, ut."
Surprised and flustered, Yoon-shin reached out with both arms to brace against his chest. But Seheon didn't allow that either. He assumed the posture for inserting in the cowgirl position and pulled the flustered captive's pelvis closer, and closer, toward his upper arms.
Swish. Swipe.
As his buttocks, perineum, and genitals were all explicitly rubbed against Seheon's muscular chest and prominent collarbones, Yoon-shin's half-erect penis became even harder. Before he knew it, he had risen to a position where it was awkward to grab onto him. With no other choice, he stretched both arms over Seheon's head to maintain his balance. When he used his trembling hands to grab the headboard, Seheon grabbed both of his buttocks full with both hands as if praising him.
"Hah-ut."
"Haa..."
Both of their breathing grew rough.
Before he knew it, the prey was in the closest part of the trap.
Yoon-shin's tip, standing stiffly, touched Seheon's chin. At that moment, Yoon-shin ran a hopeful thought process that maybe he intended to suck his. Of course, that dream was shattered in an instant.
"You have to come closer. Come and sit."
"Uh, where to."
"Come up."
"So where exactly?"
"What are you doing, I said mount me."
Above this was only his face. Yoon-shin felt dizzy and refused.
"I don't, I don't like that. I won't do it."
"Ah, you asked before what I would do if you said you didn't want to have sex. I'll show you that now."
"Wai... hah-ut!"
Lying in a stable posture, he forcefully pulled and sat Yoon-shin's lower body over his smooth face. Not only that, he pressed down hard on the pelvis he was holding, making his entire facial contour felt on his sensitive perineum.
"Ah, please, my... ah!"
Feeling the sharp sensation of his nose bridge and the soft sensation of his lips all at once, Yoon-shin freaked out and tried to get up, but Seheon's arm strength was so powerful that he couldn't possibly escape. It was already difficult to move, and his lower body was so stimulated that his legs kept losing strength.
This was a sensation on a different level from voluntarily rubbing his lower body against his thigh. Yoon-shin, who had become extremely flustered, quickly put more force into his hands holding the headboard. Through the reaction, he tried to lift his lower body into the air as much as possible so his perineum wouldn't touch his face. However, Seheon noticed the sign of separation and made him sit down even more persistently over his face, causing a reverse effect.
He forced Yoon-shin's pelvis to move back and forth, urging the swollen flesh to sweep across his entire face.
"Ah... Ah! Ah..."
The soft skin of his perineum and the epidermis of his scrotum rubbed against everything from his long eyelashes to his high nose bridge, and even the gap of his moist lips that subtly stuck out a bright red tongue.
Would it have been better if the lights were out at least. They had seen each other's naked bodies plenty of times, but he didn't know why it was several times more embarrassing under the bright light. Being intentionally violated by him under the bright lights, Yoon-shin felt like his soul was leaving his body because of this vulgar and obscene sensation.
"Heut, p-please, can you turn off the l-lights?"
"Huu, I don't think so. This posture is nice. I can see the hole well."
"Eung? Ut!"
"Rub it more properly. You have to use an expensive toy properly."
He really only intended to do a very slight, whining provocation. He hadn't expected things to turn out like this.
He was truly going crazy and jumping around.
To make him do such a thing to a face he sees every day. His handsome face was for viewing. And for admiring. He liked that face so much it was suffocating, so how often did he look at it normally...
For a while, he would recall today's incident every time their eyes met.
Moreover, his ears were being contaminated together by his vulgar dirty talk, so he didn't know what to do.
"Senior, ut, eung, heut..."
Yoon-shin's two arms holding the headboard trembled because he was putting too much force into them. His two legs, which had been shaking since earlier, also couldn't keep their balance properly. Still, he couldn't bear to entrust all his weight completely to Seheon. Even now, he was so embarrassed he could go crazy. He wanted to decline pressing down on his face with his perineum using gravity. If things went that far, he would definitely be too embarrassed to sleep properly for the rest of this trip.
It seemed he was measuring how ashamed this side was. He acted more directly and explicitly. At first, he only made him feel the skin of his face and the bone structure of his facial features, but then he slowly poked the scrotum with his nose bridge, and when his jaw rubbed against the hole, he opened his mouth and subtly poked the entrance using the tip of his tongue. Yoon-shin, trembling like a child kicked out naked in the middle of winter, finally declared surrender.
"Now st-stop it and just put it in..."
"I dare neglected you for 5 whole minutes on an important day. I need to reflect."
Of course, there was absolutely no sign of reflection in him.
"Ut, please, please, I was wrong so just put it in..."
The subtle yet thrilling sensation he bestowed became a stimulus several times over and rushed in all at once. As a result, even the shaft of his penis, which Seheon hadn't even touched properly yet, was gradually driven to the limit.
"No, I feel too sorry to do that."
He didn't know what the apology was for. He apologized soullessly and rubbed Yoon-shin's lower body against his face again like the beginning. As if he hadn't poked with his nose or pressed with his tongue, he carefully rubbed so the perineum could touch various parts of his face. This act didn't seem to only make him go crazy. He could feel that Seheon was also gradually heating up and breathing heavily. Usually, his breath would touch other mild places like his lips, cheeks, or ears, but now it was vividly felt only between his groin, reaching the peak of embarrassment.
It was the moment Yoon-shin, not knowing what to do, was agonizing over whether to use an extreme method like kicking him away. His behavior subtly changed once again.
Seheon grabbed the shaking pelvis on both sides to support it firmly, and like pounding a mill, he struck down several times so Yoon-shin's lower body was crushed over his face.
'Ack! Crazy...'
Yoon-shin, whose entire face flushed as if burning, barely swallowed a scream-filled groan inwardly.
Through his arm strength, his lower body was forcibly lifted several times. Squick, squick. Every time his body heaved, the friction sound of his face being crushed against his delicate skin was so vulgar that he rather wanted to faint right there.
Appalled, he forced his ragged breathing back down his throat several times.
"Ut, heut, up!"
As his buttocks bounced off various parts of his face, his already stiff penis naturally heaved along with it. His overly sensitive penis, unknowing of its master's intentions, collided with Seheon's face. Every time that happened, he responded by rubbing his entire flesh warmly against it and caressing it.
That wasn't all. Squick. Seheon, who completely pressed Yoon-shin's waist down over his face as if inserting a ferocious penis inside, stuck out his tongue. He licked loudly as if possessed, starting from the scrotum to the entrance of the hole, as if on a long journey. As a result, the slick flesh rubbed against the soft bare skin, constantly creating vulgar sounds. He looked like a person determined to make his partner lose his mind with sloppy foreplay.
"Ah, no, Senior, I hate this!"
Yoon-shin quickly became a mess, panting with his entire body. While doing this, he was so ashamed of what he was feeling that his mind tattered like torn paper. Even though he refused, he showed no mercy. Rather, he acted more stubbornly. Spreading his buttocks with both hands as if splitting them, he pushed his tongue into the entrance and sucked obscenely. It was clearly an intention to create a more lewd wave. Yoon-shin, whose face was completely flushed red, whimpered, unable to even execute the 're' of resistance.
When shame reached its limit, nothing was difficult to overcome anymore.
He just wanted to let go.
Finally, Yoon-shin reached the point of apologizing desperately even without having sinned.
"I, I was wrong, I was wrong, I think I'll come... Hmm? Now stop...!"
Ignoring him, he inserted the tip of his tongue into his inner wall and rolled it as if expanding it, then forcefully grabbed both of his buttocks. Ugh. Yoon-shin let out a gasp of being eaten and finally released all the strength in his body, entrusting everything to Seheon. The urge to urinate welled up. The approaching climax was transmitted through the trembling of his lower body.
He couldn't bear it anymore.
"Ah...! Aheuk."
Whew, as his lower body, which had been continuously tensing, relaxed languidly, pre-ejaculate poured out. Then, whitish semen scattered around the head.
He, who caught the groans and whimpers of his climax, only then pulled the flesh out of the soft inside. He kissed the scrotum with a smack, and then supported Yoon-shin's thighs with his hand strength, which might be a sort of magnanimity.
Seheon's hands steadily supported his trembling legs. Soon after, the hand that moved him to sit around his chest was quite gentle. Yoon-shin, lowering his head in the same posture as holding the headboard, belatedly looked down at his face, which he hadn't been able to keep looking at because it was too embarrassing. As he let out a short breath and sent a somewhat resentful gaze, Seheon casually raised an eyebrow.
"Were you satisfied with the product?"
"Sadist."
"You should write a review. You ejaculated while I was sucking the hole. Write that the suction and vibration functions are good."
"You bad bastard..."
As he looked down at him with great annoyance, he responded with a leisurely expression.
"Looks like you're still mad. Should I do more? Right, I should reflect more."
"No! Cancel. I'll cancel. I was wrong."
Yoon-shin, who refused like a hound, also waved his hands wildly in case he pretended not to hear. Seheon, who had clearly seized the upper hand, asked in an elegant tone.
"Then is all your anger gone?"
"I'm not mad. I just hated that you were talking to someone else instead of me after coming all the way here."
Seheon, nodding as if he knew well, pulled Yoon-shin's body down a bit more to his abdomen and raised his upper body. He, who continuously adjusted his posture, made Yoon-shin lie face down on the bed. Then, he leaned his body fully against his prominent spine and even whispered in his ear.
"I have a lot to say to you."
"......"
"Shall we start our conversation with our bodies first. How about it."
He thought they were already doing that in full swing.
Yoon-shin turned his head and glanced at him behind him, then answered by smacking a kiss on his mouth.
As soon as permission to insert was granted, Seheon urgently stood his fingers up and shoved them into the vulva he had violated with his tongue just a moment ago. The soft inside wrapped around him tightly as if swallowing him. Every time he thrust in deeply, it naturally accepted him to the deepest part.
His fingers, which reached mercilessly to find the familiar spot, skillfully poked the bumpy prostate. For the already excited Seheon, it wouldn't be enough even if he inserted it right away and swung his hips, but considering the diameter of his penis, he had to make some space somehow. Because of that, both of them suffered. Yoon-shin, who had ejaculated once, was in better shape. Instead, he reacted every time he purposefully poked him. Groans naturally erupted, and his semen-slicked penis started to stand stiffly again.
"Heut. Ut! Ut!"
Squick. Veins popped on Seheon's forehead as he pressed down with his fingertips to create space inside. His arousal, which he had postponed to focus on tormenting Yoon-shin, surged exponentially, causing trouble. Every time his taut, rigid penis twitched, the bulging veins curved along with it. Whew, after taking a deep breath and expanding his inner walls, he pulled his fingers out earlier than planned and aligned his waist with Yoon-shin's buttocks.
He brought the lubricant from the side table and sprayed it generously over the touching buttocks and his penis. He inserted and pulled out the shaft between the butt cheeks, spreading the moist, slippery liquid evenly. Just from that touch, Yoon-shin, who clearly guessed what was going to happen from now on, grabbed the sheets. He, who quietly looked down at the back of his hand, pressed tightly against Yoon-shin's back like a beast mating.
Crash. Overlapping their left hands with rings on them could be considered a signal.
Yoon-shin's ears turned red when he discovered his hand covering the back of his hand.
This was a habit of Seheon's during sex that had formed at some point.
"Senior, you seem to like doing this lately."
Seheon kissed that flushed ear and answered with an affectionate voice.
"That's right, I like you."
"......!"
Startled by the sudden confession, Yoon-shin trembled his waist slightly.
He felt an impulse to see the face he had just seen again. Even though they were together, and even though their bodies were overlapping at such a close distance, he missed him. Out of anxiety, he was about to turn his head again to face Seheon behind him. But his attempt ended right there because he immediately thrust his glans deep into his vulva.
Whether it was to mitigate the shock before insertion, or a small favor and mischief to distract his attention with sweet words, he had become familiar with it. However, he didn't know why he kept falling for it every time even though he knew.
Heut.
Yoon-shin, who tightly bit his lip to suppress his moan, lowered his head as if dropping it. At the same time, he endured his thing piercing through all at once and put strength into his limbs.
No matter how much he relaxed his inside, it was never enough to contain his massive diameter. Exactly for that reason, Seheon generally preferred to insert as deeply as possible all at once. The mucous membranes of his intimate place, which remembered this well, thoroughly enveloped his penis entering with his full weight like water. Even while knowing how fiercely he would pound, they welcomed him eagerly and went wild with excitement. Because of that, his body didn't feel like his own. When Yoon-shin just groaned without saying anything, he shoved the remaining half in as if he was going to finish it this time.
Thwack!
As if tearing the resilient flesh, his highly aroused penis roughly dug inward.
Even from Yoon-shin's mouth, who endured the pain of the first entry until the whites of his eyes turned red, a sound finally leaked out.
"Hah-ut! It's too big...! It hurts!"
As Yoon-shin shook his head as if nauseous, Seheon kissed various parts of his neck devotedly as if praising him for enduring well. His lubricated, slippery penis safely settled inside. He moved gently at first as if advising him not to be too startled. He piston-ed in and out a few times back and forth as leisurely as possible.
But that was only for a moment. He slowly began to put force as if crushing his flesh against the resilient inner walls. As a result, Yoon-shin, who was already excited to the top of his head, even experienced the illusion of his vision going completely black. His face had been flushed for a long time. The hyperventilation state of panting for breath also continued continuously. Every time his thing passed as if stabbing his prostate, it felt like his blood vessels were expanding and his cells were running amok.
"Heut! Ah! Don't put it in so deep... It hurts, and... I think I'm going to come again..."
Was the pain greater? Or was the pleasure greater?
If only a little more reason had remained in his head, he would have been able to clearly distinguish. Now, all such thinking ability had vanished. He only knew that he was fully feeling both right now.
Yoon-shin, who was shaking as Seheon violently pounded, reached one hand backward. He grabbed his firm waist and conveyed his desire for him to come in gently. The intense stimulation kept sparking before his eyes, and he felt like he would ejaculate powerlessly without even trying to hold back. Of course, there was no way Gang Seheon would listen. It would be a relief if he didn't become more ferocious.
Sure enough.
Visually stimulated by seeing his waist swinging flexibly, he seemed to have a hard time suppressing the added excitement through the contact surface of Yoon-shin's outstretched hand. Eventually, he yanked Yoon-shin's hair, making him look back at him. Still, his rough hip movements didn't stop.
With their eyes met, they rushed at each other without anyone going first.
"Ut..."
Seheon, whose eyes were shining fiercely, sucked粘稠ly as if swallowing Yoon-shin's tongue. Thanks to Yoon-shin actively responding, a fierce kiss followed as if binding each other's tongues.
It was easy to guess that the hot heat on this bed wouldn't easily subside.
Yoon-shin, who was on the verge of climax, struggled to maintain his posture. Then, Seheon, who had no choice but to pull out his penis and even let go of his hands to adjust his posture, laid Yoon-shin on his side. He made him crouch his legs as if squatting and hugged him as if wrapping the entire side of his toned body.
Seheon's penis went in and out between Yoon-shin's groin as he lay on his side. Yoon-shin, pierced in a novel posture, gripped the innocent sheets as hard as he could. Seheon let out a rough breath and pushed his swollen penis back into the vulva of his lover who completely accepted him.
Thwack!
"When will I get tired of it? Huh? Even after pounding into the same place every fucking day, I don't get sick of it."
Thwack!
The penis he forcefully thrust in was buried deep inside. But unable to stop at a certain point, as he shoved it all the way to the root, the tip penetrated to the most distant place of his inner wall. The moment he crammed the glans into the suddenly narrowing gap of the hole, Yoon-shin groaned as if thrashing in pain.
"Ah...!"
He thrashed with his whole body, but Seheon wasn't generous. Instead of pulling his penis out, he attacked even deeper as if he would shove his scrotum in too, making him just shudder. Transparent saliva flowed through his parted lips, wetting the sheets. He was so flustered that he couldn't even recognize that. Because he was too afraid of the intense sensation of his entire body seeming to burn when it came this deep inside, he usually consciously avoided inserting it this far. Seheon also seemed to be in a highly excited state right now.
"Hah-ut, ah...! No, pull out! Backward...!"
"......I like it here. Yoon-shin, say you like it too."
"Ah! Ah, Senior, ah, I don't like it there..."
"Even if you say you don't, I won't pull out. I'll shove it in deeper. It's only hard for you. Just say you like it."
"Ah, li-like it... No, it's weird..."
Breathing resembling ecstasy persistently brushed past their lips, over their shoulders, and above their heads.
He ruthlessly thrust his hips ferociously. His sharp gaze was solely on Yoon-shin, who was lost in ecstasy. Yoon-shin's face, feeling a sensation mixed with pain, a sense of foreignness, and pleasure, was completely crumbled. Seeing that, Seheon's lower abdomen tightened. The urge to ejaculate filled him tightly to the point where his lower stomach hurt.
From then on, he fell into a trance and pounded his penis into his inner wall like crazy as if his brakes were broken. The two bodies, sweaty from the rough thrusting, completely joined each other.
The friction sound of skin rubbing against skin was created several times. The sound of the inner mucous membrane rubbing against the penis was too explicit to keep in the ears. The instinctual piston-like thrusting resembling mating evoked rough breathing. The sturdy bed creaked like a broken ship. All sorts of obscene noises enveloped them as they lusted after each other.
From the glans to the root. Every time he made thrusting movements, the penis explicitly molded the shape of the inside. The more the shameful protrusion stood stiffly to Yoon-shin's groans, the more ferociously Seheon thrust, and his forehead furrowed as much as possible. As much as he was excited, Yoon-shin's also increased proportionally and was maximized.
Finally, sensing that it was time for Yoon-shin to ejaculate, Seheon pulled the body beneath him closer and blocked the urethral opening with his fingertips. Yoon-shin, who wanted to ejaculate like this, half-fainted.
"Aheuk! Let go, ah!"
"Huu, let's do it together."
Yoon-shin, looking at him with trembling eyes, moved his lips. Seheon kissed him deeply and even met his gaze. They had spent so much time together that they could understand everything just from their expressions, not words. Reaching the depths of a profound romance, the affection when they looked at each other was indescribable. The two, overlapping their gazes, felt the desire to reach climax together like this.
From then on, there was no significant conversation.
The massive and thick male ferociously dug into the worn-out inside. Every time he violently shoved his penis in and crushed his inner wall, Yoon-shin, who was convulsing, completely fell into the abyss of deep pleasure. To increase the final spurt, Seheon made Yoon-shin lift his two legs up and fold them together. Grabbing both ankles with one hand, he continued to pierce through him in the vulgar posture of pressing down his prey sideways.
Yoon-shin, who was shaking loudly, turned his head and looked at Seheon again out of the corner of his eye. They made hip movements while staring intently into each other's eyes. As if they would never miss this special moment they were sharing, even for a single moment, and each other's expressions. The temperature of their intersecting gazes was desperate.
The persistent gazes exchanged as if clawing at each other.
Eventually, Seheon swiftly removed the hand that was blocking Yoon-shin's urethral opening.
Yoon-shin's moans heightened as he ejaculated with a sense of liberation.
"Aheuk! Ah..."
Drip, drop.
The semen Yoon-shin spat out half landed on the sheets, and half splashed on his own body. Seheon also, driven right before ejaculation, crammed his glans into a certain spot. Because he pressed his prostate firmly with a part of the pillar where veins bulged, Yoon-shin fainted without making a sound, entirely swallowing the dizzying pleasure. Seheon, who violently hugged that convulsing body, finally poured all the whitish cloudy fluid inside.
Feeling a bizarre sensation like stars bursting before his eyes, Yoon-shin whimpered. At the same time, Seheon enjoyed the aftermath of his ejaculation and completely collapsed his weight onto the languid body.
Thud. He rolled over halfway without pulling out his penis and faced Yoon-shin. He made him pull his folded overlapping legs up to his chest and hugged him even tighter. His face was flushed, tears welled up in the whites of his eyes, and his panting appearance was so lovely that his breath caught.
Haa. Haa. The breaths of the two regulating their breathing met in the air and became one before scattering again.
"......Senior."
The first to open his mouth was Yoon-shin, who was trying to calm his rapid heartbeat. A voice cracked from groaning so much leaked out. He already knew it well enough to his bones, but. Today, he specially wanted to confirm it properly through his own mouth.
"How much do you love me?"
"Are you asking because you don't know, or do you want to hear it even though you know?"
"Just..."
Whew, Seheon, who took a long breath, hugged Yoon-shin as if crushing him and completed his kind reply.
"Just stay not knowing. It's too heavy for you to know."
"......How heavy?"
"If I say it, I feel like you'll run away."
Even though he already knew it well, the moment he always whispered his love to him was incomparably ecstatic. Yoon-shin stroked his scapula as if expressing his desire to see his face. Then, Seheon responded by pulling his upper body back and kissing his wet forehead.
Seheon's penis was still inside him. He felt it twitching inside.
They looked at each other clearly again. Yoon-shin decided to back down for now.
"Are we doing it again right away? I'm tired."
"Too bad. I'm not tired."
"Isn't this too much?"
"I'm going to pound this hole until it's worn out today. If you cry, I'll fuck you while you cry, if you fall asleep, I'll fuck you while you're asleep, if you faint, I'll fuck you while you're fainted, and I'll beat you until the smell of my semen permeates your lower half."
"Haa..."
Once he started acting stubbornly, there was no way on his end. Yoon-shin let out an empty sigh as if exhausted and resigned, willingly expressing with his eyes his intention to do so. He was physically exhausted, not emotionally repulsed. There was also a part of him that naively thought that if he really couldn't manage his own body, Seheon would somehow solve it.
As soon as permission fell, as if he had been waiting, he poked his inner wall with his glans and held Yoon-shin full in his arms.
He boldly lifted his hips and pushed his penis deep into the place. Since a storm had already passed once, he could enter very easily. He, who had been pounding his penis in deeply, passionately hugged Yoon-shin's fully curled body as if breaking it. Soon after burying his head over his lean shoulder, he carefully brought out the words he couldn't bear to say while looking at his face.
I love you. I like you. Thank you for choosing me. I'm glad we're together. Because of you, this moment is happy...
The things he wanted to say seemed to be clearly about tens of thousands.
What was actually vocalized and output was just a single phrase.
"Do Yoon-shin."
"Ut, yeah?"
"Do Yoon-shin."
"Hah-ut, yeah."
"Do Yoon-shin..."
One word every time he lifted his hips. He only called his name. Even so, Yoon-shin felt as if he had heard the tens of thousands of words he couldn't say. Gang Seheon at times like this was uncharacteristically clumsy, and because he was clumsy, it was easy to notice.
Yoon-shin, who muttered quietly to himself that he was also loved, reached out both arms and hugged him back. Then, he, who understood this signal all too well, started moving his lower half roughly again. He ruined the inside with his penis as if applying slippery mucus. Feeling his thing growing completely hard again inside him, Yoon-shin swallowed both anticipation and anxiety and tightly hugged the neck of the arrogant man who occupied him with both arms. The two kissed hotly.
The first night at the travel destination still had a lot of time left.
They might not be able to sleep properly tonight.
Seheon, pulling his lips away, stared clearly into Yoon-shin's eyes and violently piston-ed.
Creak. Creak.
The sturdy and large bed, which had reached a temporary lull, started creaking heatedly again.
* * *
The morning sunlight rushed in as if seeping through the gap in the curtains of the guest room. It seemed to be sunrise time.
There was no need to adapt to jet lag. Seheon, who had barely let go of Yoon-shin before dawn local time, opened his eyes wide from the morning. Whether it was because his usual routine was ingrained in his body, the fact that he couldn't sleep in even on a trip made him feel complicated in many ways.
A warm smile resembling autumn sunlight hung on his lips as he watched Yoon-shin sleeping soundly in his arms. If Yoon-shin had seen him at this moment directly, he would have made a fuss, confessing suddenly that he loved him too much.
He moved his arm to sweep the hair of the completely exhausted Yoon-shin. Then, the phone vibrated with a 'bzzt' sound. Worried that the sleeping person might wake up, he quickly changed it to silent and checked the screen. Judging from the contact from the morning in local time, he guessed it would be Secretary Tak or Mihee, but it wasn't. The name on the screen was a name that was both unfamiliar and familiar.
'Didn't I say I was going on a trip?'
He didn't not know the fact that Yoon-shin had been treating his sister coldly since 'that day'. But it seemed like a matter between siblings, so he pretended not to know. To be more honest, he originally didn't like the closeness of these siblings, so this discord didn't feel bad as an added benefit for him.
Seheon, who carefully detached Yoon-shin from his embrace, got up. He, who had been completely naked, put on a nightgown and roughly tied the knot. As if displeased that the chest that was hugging him had disappeared, the sound of Yoon-shin groaning in his sleep was cute. He lightly kissed Yoon-shin's fluttering hair and went out to the living room of the suite with his phone in hand.
The sunlight came in well on this side too. Watching the morning scenery of Paris outside the window, he tilted his head left and right and answered the phone leisurely.
"Yes, this is Gang Seheon."
- It's Do Igyeong. Is it okay to call? It's morning there, right?
Glancing at the bedroom where Yoon-shin would be, he calmly responded.
Fortunately or unfortunately, it seemed he had conveyed that he was going on a trip.
"What is the matter? If you were trying to call Yoon-shin..."
- I called because I have business with Representative Kang.
"Hmm, go ahead."
The caller was her, but when this side laid out the seat for her, she was silent for a moment. Only the sign of catching her breath was faintly transmitted to his ear. He thought about urging her to spit out her business quickly. However, this was a travel destination, the call partner was Do Igyeong, and today he planned to spend a very enjoyable day with Do Yoon-shin, so instead of ruining the mood from the start, he kept quiet. Then, at some point, Igyeong's voice continued.
- As Yoon-shin's older sister, I'd like to treat him to a meal. With food I cooked myself at our house.
He made an expression as if he had expected it and answered tiredly.
"I'm not someone who can be appeased."
- Ah, please don't misunderstand. It's not like that...
"We're both tired, so instead of rambling, how about just getting to the point."
- Alright, I'll keep it brief. Just, let's have a meal as a family. Simple, right?
His stiff face, which paused, was faintly reflected in the glass window.
There was one word that caught him, making his throat suddenly dry. He habitually felt his neck. He felt like loosening his tie, but he was wearing a nightgown right now.
However she interpreted Seheon's silence, she calmly added.
- It's a habit. Treating full-grown Yoon-shin as a young younger brother. I wanted to be a substitute for his mother. Since puberty, he hasn't been able to see his mother. He must have chosen Representative Kang with great difficulty and much more difficulty... Even if he regrets it, that's Yoon-shin's share. I'm just a helper.
"......"
- There might have been parts where I was rude, but I think it was a labor pain we had to go through at least once between us. At that time, you also came to 'Sansa' with exactly that expression to face it... So could you accept my apology and reconcile with me? If you could do that for me, I'd like you to accept the invitation.
He slowly smoothed down his instantly stiff neck and let out a sigh.
Quiet breaths were exchanged. She also kept the silence. But Seheon knew that the two were listening to each other's silence more than any other moment.
Finally, he opened his mouth.
At the exact same time, his low voice reached her across time and space.
"I will contact you when I return to the country."
- ......Thank you. I feel relieved. Have a good trip. Then. See you when you return.
The not-so-long call was concluded at this point. He looked down at the screen of the disconnected phone for a moment and stared blankly out the window.
'Family.'
The memory of having such a thing was so distant that he couldn't even recall exactly what kind of sensation it was.
He felt very complex, and he didn't even know how to express it in words.
While he was carefully observing the landscape beyond the window and lost in thought, a sudden noise came from a distance. It was a sound coming from the bedroom. He must have wanted to see Seheon as soon as he woke up, but was very disappointed to find the seat next to him empty, so he was whining hard by himself. He could hear him grumbling to himself, asking if he went to work like a pervert again, or if he went to exercise to show off his monster stamina. Finding it utterly ridiculous, he returned to the bedroom.
When Seheon quickly appeared, Yoon-shin, who had been grumbling on the bed, was startled while lying down. His eyes, swollen from crying out loud every time they did it throughout the dawn, didn't seem to open to their original size. It looked quite hard for him to lift his heavy eyelids halfway.
"What is it? Were you here?"
"Yeah. I am. I heard the slander of your boyfriend well. Sounds like a huge bastard?"
"Not a huge one, but a little?"
"Kick him out and come to me."
Yoon-shin agonized very seriously over this proposal. Then, as if it was completely impossible to choose one, he answered belatedly.
"Uh... can I have both? Polyamory."
Seheon burst into a hollow laugh.
"Are you seriously considering this?"
"That's why, why did you leave your seat. You should stay next to me constantly."
As he waved his phone and roughly tossed it on the console, Yoon-shin, who sat up and leaned against the headboard, made a face saying he knew it.
"Work again? I knew it. I'm thinking of throwing your phone into the Seine River."
"That's a relief. You didn't say you'd throw me."
Because he said it like a joke, Yoon-shin, who was half joking, also soon burst into a deflated laugh.
"Senior won't throw it. Do you know how much this is worth..."
"That's quite thankful. I'm so moved I want to jump into the Seine."
"......If you're going to jump, jump into my arms. You're much heavier, but I'll endure it with love."
"You want me to crush you? Hmm, interesting. Was it not enough last night?"
"Uh... I can't do it anymore. Absolutely can't. It means don't go anywhere."
To express his will that leaving his side from now on was absolutely not allowed, he hurriedly grabbed his wrist and shook it, and Seheon willingly moved his arm along and replied.
"You should have slept more. Aren't you tired?"
"Yeah. I'm sore. What time is it?"
"8 o'clock."
"Ugh... I only slept for exactly an hour and a half. To not be able to sleep in even when traveling. Both of our biological rhythms are crazy."
He let out a chuckle and sat on the edge of the bed to see Yoon-shin's face at a similar eye level. While arranging his hair, which was a bit messy and disheveled from the morning, he quietly replied.
"What do you want to do today? You said not to decide anything except going to the Orsay, so we just came."
In France, where they came without planning, they might be able to do many things they hadn't experienced yet. If he had told Seheon various things at the planning stage, he might have booked all sorts of services in advance, but Yoon-shin didn't want to do that. Because it was a special trip, he wanted to do things spontaneously as he pleased.
First, he thought it would be fun when an unpredictable situation arose, and he was also curious about how Gang Seheon, who disliked unpredictable situations but had good reflexes, would handle it. Yoon-shin, who had an excited expression, seemed to recall a few things in his head and then his eyes sparkled.
"The indoor swimming pool here looked really nice, so let's go swim tonight. And today during the day... ah, I want to walk on the street in the sunlight. I don't even remember the last time I took a walk with Senior in the sunlight."
It had been quite a long time since he couldn't take a leisurely stroll during the day. Occasionally, they walked side by side when going for a long drive or in quiet parks, but it wasn't frequent.
To make up for that, they sometimes took walks around the official residence late at night avoiding people's eyes, but even that was restrained after Yoon-shin gave a media interview. It was to be careful for a while because they didn't know when or where someone might be watching. Perhaps because that remained as a frustration, his eyes were already sparkling with vitality.
"Alright. What else?"
"What should we eat for lunch... let's walk, and then stop exactly at 12 noon and eat at the closest restaurant from there. How's that? And for the rest, let's decide when we go out."
"How can you guarantee the taste? That's why I said I'd make reservations. Bad food on a trip is the worst."
"If it's bad, we eat it as it is. That's not the worst, it's a memory."
"Do you usually travel like this? Why don't you just play ladder climbing?"
"Ah. Should we? That sounds fun too. Should we use an app?"
For a moment, Seheon, with a distant look on his face, couldn't hide his astonishment.
"It's a shock. You should at least plan a rough route."
"What's the fun in planning?"
"There will be as much fun as you anticipated while planning, right?"
"I just want to play. Don't think about anything. Just trust me."
"It's too bad, but I'm saying this because I can't trust you?"
Glancing at him sideways, Yoon-shin shook his head as if saying no way. Seheon, who tried to hold out for a moment, inevitably let out a laugh of resignation. Actually, he had come with the intention of following whatever Yoon-shin wanted from the start.
"But Senior, who were you on the phone with?"
After briefly considering it, he debated whether to tell him about the call with Do Igyeong earlier, but ultimately decided not to.
Family.
Instead of answering, Seheon, who chewed on that word again, stared intently at Yoon-shin. He hadn't known what loneliness was all this time. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say he knew but pretended not to. Now he couldn't pretend not to know anymore, but if Do Yoon-shin beside him disappeared, he had no idea how he would handle it. It was beyond measure.
Yoon-shin, feeling the indescribable emotions contained in his sticky gaze, wondered what was going on.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Was it CEO Song again? Did they tell you to come back quickly?"
"Yoon-shin."
"Yeah."
"I now know what loneliness is, so even if you hate me sometimes... don't ever leave me alone."
It sounded like he couldn't live without him now.
It wasn't a misunderstanding.
"......Senior. Did something happen?"
He didn't reply anymore.
Yoon-shin, whose complexion became noticeably worried, reached out his hand to somehow make Seheon happy. When he held out his pinky finger as a promise, he humored him and hooked his finger with his. Yoon-shin, feeling that solid yet soft touch for a moment, moved his body, which was a wreck from last night's sex, as if bouncing, and tightly hugged him.
"I love you, Gang Seheon. I will be by your side for the rest of my life."
"......"
"I'll definitely keep my promise."
He seemed satisfied with the confession and answer that were plain on the outside but hot on the inside.
Even if life sometimes made him weary, he would be able to endure it if he recalled this morning with the person he loved, this moment with Yoon-shin.
Seheon, who slightly turned his head, kissed Yoon-shin's hair. Then, he hugged back the lover in his arms who was holding him.
The bright sunlight of Paris softly seeped in and shone over them as they pressed their bodies together affectionately.
The day of the two people who couldn't pretend not to know each other began again like this.
It was a morning in November of that year.
〈Not The End〉 The End