BIA Ch. 62

Fifth Day

I woke up with a start at the loud ringing of the bell. Almost simultaneously, a long arm reached out from beside me and picked up the phone on the bedside table.

“Hello.”

The caller was the hotel’s front desk clerk. His voice was so clear that I could understand his message even through the receiver: ‘Due to some guests checking out early, rooms are available to move to earlier, please let us know if you wish to do so.’

“They said we can move rooms.”

As expected, Bran said, putting down the phone.

“What do you want to do?”

“Well, what should we do….”

Isaiah mumbled, half his face buried in the pillow.

“What do you want to do?”

“We can move, or not.”

He sounded like he didn’t care either way. Compared to last night when he was going to book two rooms as a matter of course, his attitude had become quite relaxed. Encouraged by Bran’s change of attitude overnight, Isaiah decided to be brave.

“I like this room.”

“Then let’s just use this one.”

Bran said, as if he had been waiting for that. It seemed like he just couldn’t be bothered to move rooms, but it didn’t matter. What was important was that he would be able to keep using the same bed in the same room with Bran. Isaiah buried his face in the pillow and let out a cheer, pretending to stretch.

Only after screaming to his heart’s content did he raise his head and look to his side. Bran was sitting with his back against the headboard, wearing a robe. He was momentarily lost in thought at the sight of Bran in a robe for the first time, before belatedly realizing that he was holding a news magazine.

“Where did you get that?”

“I don’t know. Probably from the lounge.”

Meaning, he didn’t bring it himself.

“When I got the coffee, I asked them to bring something to read.”

Hearing that, Isaiah thought he could faintly smell coffee in the bedroom. There was probably a coffee cup on the other bedside table.

“When did you wake up?”

“Around eight.”

“That early? You’re not even going to work?”

“It’s a habit.”

Isaiah turned his head to check the clock next to the phone. It had just passed ten o’clock.

“You seemed to be sleeping well last night.”

He mumbled, sounding regretful, as he buried his cheek in the pillow again. Bran turned a page of the magazine and said,

“I slept well. It’s probably the best sleep I’ve had in about two years.”

“Then that’s a relief.”

Isaiah just stared up at Bran. As if he felt the gaze, Bran finally looked up from the magazine and looked at Isaiah. Then, he suddenly chuckled, put down the magazine, leaned down, and kissed him. He held the back of Isaiah’s head with one hand and pushed his tongue deep inside. He sucked on his upper and lower lips hard, as if tasting them. It was quite a passionate kiss for a morning kiss.

“……Was that the expression you wanted so badly?”

When Bran pulled away, Isaiah asked, slightly embarrassed.

“Should I take a picture?”

Bran pretended to pick up his phone.

“No.”

Isaiah quickly buried his face in the pillow. Bran laughed, put down his phone, and lay down next to him. Then, he grabbed Isaiah’s waist and pulled him close. His arm strength was so strong that Isaiah was helplessly pulled and ended up on top of Bran.

“What is it.”

He was more embarrassed than bewildered by the unexpected position. It was because he had been caught having an erection from the kiss earlier. He tried to get off immediately, but Bran stopped him.

“Stay still.”

He held Isaiah down on top of him and grabbed his buttocks. He massaged his buttocks hard with both hands and kissed him again.

“Ugh…….”

A groan escaped his lips at the strength of the grip that was squeezing his buttocks. Even though he was just massaging his buttocks, his body, remembering what happened last night, was already starting to react. He could feel his stomach churning with anticipation, and the hole between his legs opening and closing wildly. His ears flushed instantly with shame.

“Haa……, ha….”

Isaiah gasped, burying his face in Bran’s chest. His robe was a mess from his struggling to breathe. Bran’s large hand slowly began to stroke his exposed shoulder.

“Your skin is really white.”

And covered in marks. Bran said, his voice more amused than worried.

“Lift your body.”

Isaiah did as Bran told him. As Bran untied the waist tie, the robe immediately slipped down. Sunlight poured onto his exposed skin. There were no windows in the bedroom, but it was a structure where it was meaningless to distinguish between the living room and the room in the first place. The morning sunlight poured directly into the living room through the large window covered only by a thin inner curtain, and the light was cast into the bedroom.

“You look good.”

Looking up at Isaiah straddling him, Bran smiled. He could feel his skin heating up under his gaze.

“What, you take yours off too.”

To hide his embarrassment, Isaiah quickly stripped off Bran’s robe. But once his body was revealed, he couldn’t say a word.

Under the dazzling morning sunlight, Bran’s sculpted physique shone even more impressively. Especially his chest and abdominal muscles were fantastic. As if a spotlight was aimed from one side for a more dramatic effect than during a shoot, the dramatic shadows made his curved abs stand out even more.

In the end, Isaiah couldn’t hold back and said,

“Hey, can I rub against your stomach just once…?”

As soon as he said it out loud, he realized he had said something really perverted. This made him sound like a nineteen-year-old who could only think about that stuff day and night. He wanted to bite his tongue, bracing himself to get an earful from Bran, but thankfully, Bran didn’t say anything about it. He just smiled with his eyes and squeezed Isaiah’s butt hard.

“You rubbed against it plenty yesterday.”

“I don’t remember.”

Instead of answering, Bran hugged Isaiah’s waist and pulled him closer. Knowing it meant he could do as he pleased, Isaiah hesitated for a moment but willingly began rubbing his own member against Bran’s stomach.

“Huu…, hnnggg, hhh….”

His stomach was firmer than it looked. His abs also felt more rugged. The grooves between the separated muscles were deep, and just a light rub made his d!ck instantly hard. Moreover, the fact that he was already leaking pre-c*m made it hard to believe he had come twice last night.

But what thrilled Isaiah even more than the stimulation on his member was the psychological satisfaction. He was happy that he was rubbing against Bran’s stomach, and not anyone else’s. He also felt a strangely perverse pleasure whenever he saw his own fluids glistening on his firm abs. But above all, the moment Isaiah was most excited was when Bran’s handsome penis instantly grew bigger and curved upwards as if it was bouncing.

“Hhh, huu…, ah, haa.”

Before he knew it, the speed at which he was rubbing his member increased, and he was close to coming. Isaiah barely managed to stop moving and raised his waist.

“Need a break ?”

Bran smiled as he looked at Isaiah, who was panting heavily.

“It’s not that….”

Isaiah gently stroked Bran’s fully erect p3nis with one hand and said,

“I want to put this in.”

“Why, are you going to faint again?”

“No, I won’t.”

Isaiah stated firmly. In fact, he felt very good today. At least, the muscle aches and headaches were almost gone.

“I woke up briefly in the early morning yesterday, and I took Motrin then too.”

Isaiah actively emphasized the fact that ‘he got better quickly because he took his medicine as you told him to.’

“I think Motrin works better for me than Tylenol.”

“That’s a relief.”

Bran smiled as if he was proud of him and smacked his butt with a loud thwack. When he acted like this, he was like a father.

“Then lie on your stomach.”

“Not like this?”

“If you really want to faint, go ahead.”

Is it that hard in this position…? It probably is, right? Besides, if Bran is saying something like that, it means that regardless of my will, it’ll be… intense, right?

Isaiah was tempted for a very brief moment. Because yesterday—although he doesn’t remember it well because he fainted in the middle—Bran was surprisingly gentle. It didn’t seem like his usual style. He was quite rough at the beginning. But then, when he was having too much trouble—actually, he barely remembers anything from this point on. But he thinks that’s how it was—from then on, he was soothing him, continuing with movements that were so gentle they made him restless.

So, he had a desire to try it a bit rough this time… or rather, he wanted to see the always-composed Bran lose his mind and pounce on him… or rather, he briefly thought about how amazing it would be if a man with such an incredible body was pounding up from below… but he soon decided against it. Even if his condition had improved, it was only in comparison to yesterday, and it wasn’t like he was a hundred percent perfect. Besides, he had to go to Blue Shrimp no matter what today. It would be very frustrating if the business hours were over after he just closed his eyes for a moment.