Side Story 5. A Midsummer Night's Letter (2) Main Text: The Island of Runaway Lovers (8)

"Han Tae-un, you pervert."

"I can't deny that."

"Stop looking. You'll have to do better to see more."

"You only talk big when you're provoking me."

"Hmph."

Of course, if he was going to bluff, now was the time to do it. He definitely wouldn't be able to later.

Tae-un lowered his head and rubbed his lips against Soram's forehead for a moment, then moved to his nose bridge and cheek. When his lips, which had been moving down gradually, reached his jawline, his sharp nose bridge also touched his face. His breath tickled, stirring the fine hairs that stood on end.

"Haah... Are we going to do it here again instead of the bed?"

"Yeah. One last round."

"How long is one round?"

"Until one of us comes?"

"...Okay."

Han Tae-un seemed to quite like the bathroom..., and the time it would take for what he called 'one round' wouldn't be too long. Tae-un's member was already erect, and Soram's own member between his widely spread legs was wet at the tip.

"...Kiss me while you put it in."

"Okay."

Tae-un captured his lips. As his tongue gently invaded his mouth, the tip of his member entered Soram's hole again. The head quickly dug into the wet insides, passing through the easily opening entrance. The breath Soram let out with a jerk as his prostate was scraped was immediately swallowed into Tae-un's mouth.

"Mmm, mmm...! Huu..."

The member that had been pressing in was fully inserted again as Tae-un made a few hip movements. His thick pelvic bones, pressed tightly between Soram's thighs, spread his legs even wider apart.

Due to the folded waist position, the point of connection was fully visible. Seeing only the thick root of the shaft outside his buttocks always felt strange. The fact that Soram himself had no body hair made it look even more explicit.

Noticing Soram's gaze, Tae-un slowly pulled out his member and then thrust it back in. As the veined shaft entered and exited, white semen leaked from the gap.

"Hoo, ah, ugh, huu, ah!"

The clattering sound grew so loud that he worried about the safety of the cabinet under the marble. Tae-un eventually pulled Soram's thighs forward a bit. His buttocks slipped slightly off the edge of the marble, and Soram's shoulders barely rested against the mirror. With the barrier of the thighs gone, Tae-un placed Soram's legs on his arms and roughly dug into him.

With a thud! sound, his buttocks collided with Tae-un's thighs.

"Ah, huuk! Ah, ah...!"

It wasn't just Tae-un who was excited. Liquid leaked from Soram's fully erect member onto his navel. Soram gripped his member with his left hand. When he squeezed the head and shaft tightly in time with Tae-un's deep thrusts, the pleasure doubled.

"Uu, huu, ah, huah..., ah, haah...!"

"Ha, Jin Soram..."

Tae-un bent down and devoured the lips that were letting out moans again. With their breathing already rough, having his mouth blocked while panting heavily made his chest heave from the trapped air. But being driven by sexual excitement, even that breathlessness became a kind of stimulation.

Han Tae-un was a bit more violent than on the dormitory bed. In the end, without showing any mercy to his reddened and swollen lower parts due to the lack of lube, he completely opened up his insides with just his member.

"Huuuk...! Ah, aah!"

With blurred vision, Soram trembled and dropped tears. The main reason for crying was uncontrollable excitement, but it was also true that there was some emotional elevation in moments of such deep physical connection.

His flailing hands tightly gripped the towel Tae-un had laid out.

On nights before holidays, or weekend afternoons when they could rest all day, there were times when they would have sex for hours on end. At such times, he would feel his backside completely loosened, even mushy inside, and now, just after their second round, it felt like that. The inside of his hole, mashed and rubbed raw, became so sensitive that he felt like crying out with each rough thrust.

"Huuk, uu, ah."

The relentless penetration continued without mercy. Today, Han Tae-un was like a predator trying to devour Jin Soram from head to toe.

Along with his rough movements, his desire showed no signs of subsiding. His expressionless face was flushed with hot passion, and his usually taciturn lips called out Soram's name as if to wear it out.

"Soram-ah. Haah, Jin Soram...!"

"Huuk!"

Thud! As his insides were deeply mashed, fluid gushed from Soram's member.

The uncontrollably rough act continued. His erogenous zones throbbed sensitively. His lower parts were completely wet, making it impossible to tell where the wetness began.

"Hu, I like it. Ah, Han Tae-un."

The scorching body temperature made his presence feel even larger. Soram felt like he would be fine dying in his embrace with this warmth. With that feeling, he called his name, hugged him tighter, and sucked on his neck.

"Tae-un-ah, I, ah, hug me more. I like it, hu!"

"...!"

Tae-un took a deep breath and suddenly stopped his rapidly moving body. The feeling of climax that had been rising in a steep curve dropped, and some semblance of expression returned to his face, which had been wet with excitement.

"What, why..."

"Jin Soram, this is, ha, cheating."

As Soram looked up asking what, Tae-un's face somehow looked frustrated. Soram retraced his actions and his lips curled up into a grin.

"Why. Did you, hu, almost come because I said 'Tae-un-ah, hug me' while crying?"

Tae-un let out a short sigh towards Soram and then glared at him spitefully. The more he did so, the more mischievous Soram's face became.

"And squeezing tightly like this?"

"Ugh...!"

"Is that why you stopped? Hehe, afraid your 'one round' would end too soon?"

"..."

Soram, who had tilted his head to lean languidly on Tae-un's shoulder, continued to tease. Tae-un met his eyes and finally smiled back.

"I fall for this kind of provocation easily, Jin Soram."

"What provocation? Soram was just asking out of curiosity?"

"The round isn't over yet."

Even while moaning softly, Soram couldn't stop giggling.

Of course, a little later, he was crying uncontrollably.

"Ah! Huang, aah...! Uut, haah! Huuuk...!"

Soram came first. Tae-un, watching Soram beneath him drenched in excitement, climaxed inside him. His large back shuddered as his waist bent downward.

Soram, barely regaining his whitened vision, met a gaze that seemed like it would completely dismantle him without leaving a single point untouched.

"Ha..."

A tingling sensation passed through his body again, still in the afterglow of orgasm.

His flailing hand grasped Tae-un's chin. Then pushed it upward. There was a mirror behind Soram's back.

"Han Tae-un, you, look at, what kind of face, you're making."

Soram smiled like an extremely satisfied lion.

***

When Soram mentioned that he hadn't even brought a single bag in his rush to follow him, Tae-un looked at his lover as if watching a cow that had broken out of its barn and was now floundering in the furrows of a field.

He made Soram wear a plain white T-shirt from his own luggage. After dismissing Soram's opinion that it looked terrible with the shoulder line floating, he tucked him into the blanket.

Tae-un, having lost the top he had brought as pajamas, had no choice but to wear just his training pants. He exposed his bare back and hung the damp clothes from the bathroom over the table and chairs to dry.

His back, composed of thick muscle masses, was covered in red marks. These were wounds created when Soram had clung to him desperately during sex. The wounds on his back, which looked like it wouldn't let even a needle through, were in some sense proof of a relationship between two 1st-grade hunters.

He traced the bite marks and nail scratches with his eyes as if drawing constellations. If he were to name this constellation, how about the Laundry constellation? It's the constellation with the legend of a man who ended up tidying all the clothes despite being told to leave it until tomorrow.

The Laundry constellation, which had been wandering near the window, soon approached Soram's side.

"You cried that you were tired so we stopped, but you're not sleeping."

"Boo-hoo-hoo."

Soram pretended to cry halfheartedly, putting both fists to his eyes. Despite his words, the chances of Han Tae-un laying hands on Soram again, whom he had scrubbed clean, were slim. He was someone who had something that circled around Jin Soram above his sexual desire. If Soram actively begged for more, it might be different, but today Soram also needed to extinguish the embers.

They had only done it twice, but his waist was numb. Even considering the fatigue of being in an unfamiliar place... the only conclusion was that the sex had been too intense.

Tae-un, having turned off the lights, got into the blanket. One side of the bed sank heavily. Soon, as if pulled by gravity, his body was drawn into the warm embrace.

"Sleep now. You must be tired."

"I am tired, but I'm oddly not sleepy."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Talk to me until I fall asleep."

"Hmm."

Tae-un, who had been rubbing the slightly less dry roots of Soram's hair with his fingers, opened his mouth.

"There's an interesting legend about this island."

"Seeing as you're starting with 'Once upon a time,' it seems you're determined to put me to sleep."

"It's more interesting than that, so listen. This area's nickname is 'The Island of Runaway Lovers.'"

A low voice flowed from very close by. With each syllable Tae-un uttered, as if it were a hypnotic spell, the tension remaining in his body gradually eased. As soon as he entered Tae-un's embrace, this place became a space for just the two of them. Whether it was in a foreign country, in the middle of Seoul in the dormitory, or in a small annex in Guncheon, it didn't matter.

"Since it's turned out like this, let's go around together tomorrow. I'm not sure if you'll find it interesting..."

Han Tae-un truly didn't know.

I'm happy anywhere as long as you're with me. In other words, any moment without you is painful anywhere. That's why I followed you without giving you a chance to plan anything alone. I knew you would accept my recklessness.

When I lie next to you, instead of falling asleep as if escaping, I can relax my whole body and mind as if embraced by a huge cloud, looking forward to the moment I open my eyes again.

With words he couldn't say held in his mouth like a very sweet candy, Soram fell asleep.