Side Story 5. A Midsummer Night's Letter (3) Epilogue: With Love (18)

"You have to stay still here."

"Okay."

After arriving at their room, Soram brought Tae-un to the bed and moved away from him with a threatening tone.

"Look somewhere else, not at me. Don't move from there!"

"I said I understand."

Soram took a few steps and then suddenly turned back again. After confirming that Tae-un was obediently in his designated spot, he hurriedly disappeared behind the bathroom door. That was clearly the look of someone up to something.

Tae-un was also excited about what might be brewing in this situation. Even though they had clearly washed at the church, when the sound of water started in the bathroom, his mouth went dry. He unnecessarily bent forward, leaned back, and fanned himself.

Sex with Soram had started with two inexperienced people recklessly diving in. Having seen each other's clumsy beginnings and progress, he didn't expect to have these thoughts now.

'I really need to do well today. No, I will do well.'

Tae-un looked around and then came down from the bed, trying to relax his tense body. At that moment, Soram opened the door and came out like a ghost.

"I told you to stay still."

"... I barely moved."

Soram, who appeared wearing a bathrobe, approached Tae-un with large strides and grabbed his wrist. The two climbed onto the bed and sat facing each other, just as they had slept tightly together the night before.

Soram nestled between Tae-un's long legs. His white fingers pulled at the bathrobe's belt. Tae-un, who had been staring at Soram's face as if intoxicated, doubted his eyes at what was revealed inside. Soram pulled down the robe, proving that what he had seen was correct.

"Where did that come from?"

"I brought it from Korea. Just this one set."

As Soram spread his knees, the taut hem of the slip rode up his thighs. What he was wearing was a mini dress-style slip. A garter belt crossing the front of his legs was connected to snow-white stockings.

"How is it? I prepared this to show you if you kept being angry."

"Why would I be angry?"

"Hey, I know you're not angry now, but don't pretend. You were totally sulking at me when you ran away from Korea."

"...That's true. But to prepare something like this...?"

Tae-un exhaled a breath that couldn't form words as he looked down the scrap of fabric that couldn't possibly function as clothing. He was speechless at the blatantly 'sexy appearance' of the person he loved. Soram raised his lips proudly.

"Han Tae-un likes seeing Soram in a sexy state, and also likes wrapping him up in white clothes, right?"

"Even if you dumped a hundred years' worth of trouble on me, this feels like it would make up for it all."

"The effect is quite... hoo."

"How did you come up with something like this?"

Tae-un reached out and roughly rubbed Soram's nipple over the lace.

"I, hu, wouldn't have. I searched for, ungh, ways to appease an angry boyfriend."

The protrusion peeking through the gaps in the white lace turned red. His shoulders shrank a little, but the giggling smile as they faced each other remained.

Whatever the initial purpose of packing this embarrassing outfit was, it didn't matter. The important thing was that it perfectly suited their unexpected first night as newlyweds. Being completely surrounded by the color of their wedding, the color of Han Tae-un.

"Huu..."

Tae-un's palm covered the thin fabric clinging to Soram's body. Even with light contact, heat quickly rose. The warmly heated body temperature caressed his waist and pressed close.

They had mixed their bodies countless times. Sometimes they even rolled around playfully like long-time lovers. But this time was accompanied by the excitement of taking the first step into unknown territory, along with nervousness. Their hearts were overflowing, full of the desire to touch, but they had no idea how much or how to express it.

Tae-un gently covered Soram's lips. While receiving the soft kiss, Soram pretended to be shy as if it were their first night, but when he opened his eyes slightly, Tae-un's face was actually red. The morning sunlight beginning to leak through the window showed that color vividly.

After exchanging body heat through their lips for a long time, his tongue entered Soram's mouth like gentle waves, softly licking the roof of his mouth.

Along with the slow movements as if wanting to stop time, two large hands also slowly caressed his body. The heat building up gradually made his waist tremble more than the urgent desire that would make him pant.

Tae-un pulled Soram towards himself. Their legs intertwined, and as he kept pulling Soram's back, he ended up sitting on Tae-un's thighs. The speed of caressing over the slip was still slow, but desire increased as he kneaded the erogenous zones.

Soram followed Tae-un's actions, placing both hands on his chest and slowly fiddling. His palm caught Tae-un's nipple over the hard mound. No matter how much he rubbed there, Tae-un showed no reaction. That was a bit frustrating.

"Why don't you feel anything here?"

"You should have diligently touched it all this time. How many years of effort have gone into your nipples?"

"I'm going to keep touching from now on too."

"Okay, give it a try."

Han Tae-un smiled confidently. It was the kind of expression a top student in the school might make when receiving a challenge from a friend who ranked around 20th in the class.

Tae-un moved Soram to a pillow leaning against the bed's headboard. As his body sank down, the lace of the shoulder straps and the hem of the slip fluttered.

Tae-un placed his hands on either side of Soram's shoulders. The closer he pressed, the more Soram's legs spread, matching the width of Tae-un's thighs.

Han Tae-un was pretending to be relaxed, but his touch exploring Soram's body was more blatant than usual.

"Uh, yeah."

Just from stroking his thighs, the surrounding area tingled and went numb. It was the perfect day to be swept up in his touch. It would be nice to completely surrender his body to Tae-un's mischievous, tormenting sex like yesterday, but... he didn't want to completely lose control today.

Soram spread his legs wide with Tae-un between his waist. His underwear was also made of white lace and silk fabric, revealing the outline of his confined member. Tae-un's long exhale was filled with heat. Soram grabbed Tae-un's wrist, stopping it from reaching for the underwear strap.

"Do you want to suck? Or touch?"

"Both."

"So greedy..."

"It's too much to ask me to choose just one after showing me this sight."

"Because it's this sight, you should savor it. Choose."

Mischief overflowed on Soram's face. Soon, Tae-un interlocked his fingers with Soram's.

"Then the mouth first. Hold on tight so I can't use my hands."

Tae-un lowered his head while giving both hands to Soram. When his breath touched, Soram's fingers twitched, but Tae-un's fingers prevented any large movements.

"Ha..."

Tae-un, who exhaled a long breath as if entranced, pressed his lips over the underwear and then lightly bared his teeth.

"Ugh, don't bite..."

The moment he habitually tried to push Tae-un's head away, strong hands prevented Soram's hands from moving.

"Hey, Han Tae-un."

"Okay. I won't bite."

As he pushed the thin fabric aside, the erect, excited member peeked out. Tae-un pushed the underwear further, pulling out the testicles as well, and then licked the underside of the shaft with his long tongue.

"Ungh."

Tae-un opened his mouth and took one of the testicles in. As his tongue licked down to the veins, Soram's breathing quickened. His upper body heaved. The white slip rolled up and wrinkled. Soon, Tae-un took the shaft into his mouth.

"Haah, hu... uu...!"

After moving in and out of Tae-un's mouth a couple of times, the member slipped out, and Tae-un thrust his head forward to lick the perineum and roll both testicles in his mouth before pulling them out. The lower area was getting increasingly wet. The twitching reactions with each stimulation would be fully transmitted to Tae-un through their interlocked hands.

Chup, chup, an incongruous sound came from under his hard gaze. Tae-un spread Soram's legs wide with his shoulders. As his body was pushed back and his legs spread, the area below the perineum was also exposed. Soon, that place too was completely wet with saliva. The hem of the slip rubbed against his head.

Tae-un kept pushing his head between Soram's legs, covering himself with the fallen hem of the slip. The bottom of the slip rose like a balloon covered with fabric. Tae-un's disappeared head could be glimpsed under the raised fabric near the chest.

Seeing that sight, something couldn't help but come to mind.

"Huah, ungh..., Han Tae-un, ha, look at me."

Tae-un raised his eyes while biting the glans with his lips. Their gazes met from inside the slip.

"You look like you're wearing a wedding veil."

"..."

"It's pretty. My new groom."

Tae-un's lips, holding Soram's member, curved upward. He pulled the member out of his mouth and rubbed his cheek against the inside of Soram's thigh. With his lips, he pulled at the foreskin of the member and kissed it.

"Ha..., Han Tae-un, ungh!"

He opened his mouth wide and lowered his head. Now he spread the back of his throat at once and swallowed the entire member. The inside of his mouth applied pressure as if squeezing the member. This was harder to endure. Soram, who had been moaning while tightly gripping Tae-un's knuckles, finally surrendered with a cry of ecstasy.

"Haah, haah!"

Tae-un's eyes, still inside the slip, curved. He clearly showed Soram the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing. Only then did he release Soram's hands that he had been holding tightly.

Soram cupped Tae-un's cheeks over the slip and pulled. The thin lace from his chest to his solar plexus tore as Tae-un's head passed through. Soram pulled Tae-un the rest of the way and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"After doing all that yesterday and now sucking like this, just put it in as it is."