DI Ch 223

“When did you book this place? Oh, a stingray… Hyung, look over there.”

“Someone I know kept bragging about coming here around this time, so it stuck with me. I took advantage of that and got us the spot. Sit here and watch more.”

Doesn’t that mean he took it from them? Well, I’m sure Hyung handled it all. It’s already done, and we’re here now, so it’s too late to complain. Oh, this bed is really comfortable. I could watch this view lying down.

“Please say thank you to them for me…”

“They should be thanking us. We’re using it when they’re too busy to enjoy it.”

“Is that so? Yeah, I guess you’re right…”

This place was too amazing to think deeply about anything. Jeju Island would have been nice enough. Even if it wasn’t real, I would have been happy with just a mood light or projector creating an underwater feeling in a shabby room, as long as I was with him. But to be in such an incredible place… I suddenly thought that money really is the best, because I don’t think it could have been this good anywhere else. How is this possible? When I saw that grand, traditional house so big and imposing that even nobles would envy it, I didn’t feel this overwhelmed, but now, I did.

The ceiling and walls were made entirely of glass, making it feel like we were truly inside the ocean. The space was so magnificent that I was scared my heart might burst out of my ribcage, and I had to press down on my chest to keep it in. After calming myself, I clumsily grabbed the hem of my clothes and threw them off. My gaze stayed fixed on the stingrays, but as I watched schools of fish glide past in perfect unison as if they were a single living entity, it was so breathtaking that my hands trembled with excitement. I fumbled with my belt buckle for quite a while.

When I straightened my head after watching for a while, I saw Hyung standing there with a bewildered look on his face, seeing me suddenly strip without any mood setting, as if shedding my skin. He had an expression that seemed to both understand and not understand why I was so excited.

“Why are you so excited? Is it really that impressive?”

He tried to hide his bewilderment, but it wasn’t working. I could understand why he was confused—what kind of boyfriend, eight years younger, starts stripping and getting excited over a view? I should’ve felt annoyed, but I was also so overwhelmed by my own excitement that I could understand his reaction to some extent.

“With everything so blue here, you’re in the mood for that?”

Despite the teasing tone in his voice, he began unbuttoning his shirt and approached. Thankfully, he didn’t seem completely uninterested, but I wasn’t particularly into the underwater view or the fish. I wasn’t suddenly burning with desire either. But still…

“Hyung, this place is just… it’s amazing.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s amazing.”

He humored me with a half-hearted response, but I could hear a hint of pride in his voice, pleased that I was so happy. Still, protective as always, he ended up wrapping me in the blanket like a cocoon. Even in this pleasantly cool room, was there really a risk of catching a cold just from taking off my clothes? Regardless, I liked it.

I honestly thought the trip would fall through, knowing how rushed it must be for a busy person to prepare for a trip in just three days. I couldn’t push too hard, so I just asked home to send my passport along with a brief greeting, but I wasn’t really expecting anything.  A few weeks ago, we’d done a routine check-up, and when he asked what I wanted to do or where I wanted to go, I thought it was just casual conversation. But here we were, actually at the airport, and suddenly we arrived at this glamorous hotel abroad—an incredible underwater hotel I’d never even imagined.

Soon, we were kissing as if trying to devour each other. Emerging from the cocoon, I hugged him, twisting my head to caress his cheek while sucking on his lips. I couldn’t stop smiling, wondering why it felt so good. I understood why he always smiled whenever he had the chance. It wasn’t anything special, just everyday life, but he smiled like that simply because he was happy.

After a while, when our lips parted, I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle my heavy breathing. I was more excited than usual and we had kissed for a long time, so I was short of breath. His large hand slipped under the blanket, over my heaving chest. It looked like he was grasping my heart, but it was just my chest. When I protested, saying it felt weird and asking why he was touching me like that, he made the unconvincing excuse that he was giving me a massage.

“Thanks to my abstinent lover, I’ll finally get some relief from the struggles of every morning and night.”

Excuse me? It seems the subject has changed. I stared blankly at him, wondering if I should point this out or not. Yet he laughed as if he could see right through my thoughts. With the ocean as a background, his disheveled hair and sleepy smile were dazzling.

“If you were me, we would have done it countless times by now.”

“…”

He whispered playfully in my ear as I sat on the edge of the bed. It was almost like he was mimicking my way of speaking, which made my mind stutter for a second. This kind of teasing was new to me, so all I could think was how cute it was. Though embarrassed, I laughed as if I just found the joke funny. Realizing I might be laughing too long, I abruptly stopped but still managed to respond casually.

“But we didn’t do it.”

Right. All talk and no action, we didn’t do it for months. If he hadn’t said anything, I might not have felt so annoyed, but now it felt incredibly irritating. Regardless, he nodded very nonchalantly and said:

“That’s what I’m saying. Who knows, if we had, we might have ended up in the hospital after just a day or two. Isn’t it fortunate that we didn’t, so we can both endure well and stick together for a month?”

“Did you book this place…”

“We can stay until you get tired of it, so take your time looking around the room.”

Another kiss settled my bristling hair. We may have struggled for a few months, but at least we’re doing it now, so it’s a good thing. As I comforted myself with these thoughts while getting intimate, I suddenly noticed his eyes looked like those of someone high on drugs, making me swallow involuntarily.

“You say you want it so badly, but you just fidget around and end it. Don’t think you can keep just testing the waters and satisfying yourself before falling asleep anymore.”

“What? Me? No, wait. This is ridiculous. You were the one who stopped. When did I ever do that? I didn’t- Ah, I haven’t washed yet!”

Cutting off my protest, I quickly hit the brakes when I felt his hand exploring below. He immediately returned to a kind but seemingly weary attitude.

“Seung-won, let’s stop washing so much.”

“What do you mean stop washing? We’ve been sweating on the way here, so if we’re going to do it, we should wash first!”

I was the one who took off my clothes first, suggesting we do it. But isn’t it basic to wash up after coming in from outside?

“I knew you’d be like this, that’s why I suggested we go to the bathroom before even entering the room. Isn’t washing hands enough? What more do you want?”

“No, no…”

“I want you even when you’re drenched in sweat.”

“I feel the same, but… Ah…”

Without realizing it, I grabbed the blanket and backed away. Hyung naturally sat beside me, pulling me into his arms, and my legs went weak. His dry hand grazing over my skin felt so much more stimulating than it should have, making me go limp. Maybe it was because I knew what was coming next, what would happen soon. Even now, the idea that a man could find pleasure from another man still amazed me, but having experienced the pleasure Hyung could give, there was no way I could resist.

Finally, impatient and ticklish from his leisurely exploration of my body, I held my breath and spoke quickly.

“If we’re going to do it, can’t you just put it in quickly?”

“What?”

He burst into laughter, apparently amused by my sudden change in attitude after insisting on washing until just now.

“Didn’t you say before that it was too fast and asked me to go slow?”

“Ah, going slow feels even weirder.”

Going slow made the sensations feel too explicit, so faster was better. As I shuddered, he suddenly flopped down on the bed. What, is it ending again? Given how many times things had ended anticlimactic recently, I tilted my head in bewilderment. He looked up at me with a relaxed expression, taking his time.

“I’m curious, do you think you’ll fall out of love with me if I suck you a bit?”

“Uh, no?”

“Then why won’t you let me suck you?”

“…”

I couldn’t honestly say it’s because I don’t find that side of him attractive.  Why ask? Just don’t ask. Just do it already. I want to get to it, right now. I forced myself to calm the spinning thoughts in my head.

“I just don’t like it, that’s all. Do I need a specific reason?”

“It’s unfair.”

“What is?”

“You get to suck my c0ck and my chest, do whatever you want, but you don’t let me do everything.”

“No, no, you suck my chest too!”

He’s always telling me to watch my words, but then he talks like that! Annoyed, I glared at him, expecting him to calm me down, but instead, he struck a bargaining tone.

“As long as you won’t fall out of love, it’s fine. Now, give me either the front or the back.”

“What the hell, I said no! Stop being so pushy.”

A wave of tension hit me as he firmly grasped my inner thigh. I knew he wouldn’t force me, but with his grip on my leg, it felt like I’d have to choose: either sit on his face or turn over. My heart pounded like crazy. Even with all the noise in my head, his devilish little whisper made it to my ear.

“I want to eat you up.”

“…”

I wanted to say that he shouldn’t desire to do such things to a person as if they were candy or ice cream, but I couldn’t strongly deny it since I occasionally had similar thoughts myself.