Inside the elevator heading to the room marked on the key card, neither of them said a word.
The soft hum of the elevator was the only sound, punctuated by the faint beep of buttons being pressed.
Hakyung’s mouth felt parched, his tongue sticking slightly to the roof as a mix of anticipation, nerves, and excitement churned inside him.
His heartbeat seems loud in his ears, thudding with a nervous rhythm that refuses to slow.
Why was he so anxious?
He wasn’t going to do anything wrong, but his palms were slick with sweat despite the coolness of the elevator.
Ding.
At the soft electronic chime, Hakyung’s small shoulders gave a sudden twitch, a nervous reflex that betrayed his otherwise calm appearance.
His chest tightened.
They had arrived, but it still felt surreal.
He wiped his clammy hands against his jeans, trying to regain composure, the stiff expression on his face making him look like a general about to charge into battle.
He glanced sideways at Muheon, who remained calm and composed, as if this was all routine.
“We’re here,” Muheon said quietly, his voice low but confident.
“Yeah,” Hakyung replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hakyung held the card key to the door handle.
For Kang Dolgo-rae, who had been to hotels before, this was a simple task, but for Hakyung, it felt like the key to a secret world.
“Shall we… go in?” Hakyung asked hesitantly, his fingers tightening around the card.
“Yeah,” Muheon replied, his tone steady.
“Really, we’re going in?” Hakyung’s voice wavered with a hint of disbelief.
“Go on already,” Muheon teased with a slight smile.
Muheon opened the door himself and immediately wrapped an arm around Hakyung’s narrow shoulders.
Hakyung’s lips pursed in a pout at the man’s boldness, but he stepped cautiously inside anyway, the warmth of Muheon’s body comforting against his own nervousness.
The room was simple and neat—a bed neatly made with white linens, a small bathroom tucked to one side, and on the opposite wall, a modest TV resting on a nightstand.
It was just a normal hotel room, not the extravagant, seductive setting Hakyung had half-imagined during their elevator ride—a waterbed surrounded by mirrors, neon lights, or some scene from a movie.
The mundanity of the room made him exhale a breath of relief he hadn’t realized he was holding.
But then, something soft and unexpected pressed against his dry lips.
“Hnnf…!” The startled sound escaped him before he could stop it.
It was Muheon’s lips—pressing eagerly against his own in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding.
Muheon devoured his lips hungrily, his tongue teasing the edges, coaxing a response from Hakyung’s parted mouth.
Without thinking, Hakyung followed suit, his own lips and tongue working diligently to match the man’s urgency.
He hadn’t even taken off his shoes yet, but the president’s passion was undeniable—he had clearly wanted to do this from the moment they entered.
A shy smile crept onto Hakyung’s face.
The fact that even the president, the man so composed and confident, wanted to kiss him so boldly made him feel like he was floating on air, like he’d been lifted far away from the worries and uncertainties that usually filled his days.
“Hnn, mmph…!”
But the kiss quickly turned challenging.
Hakyung’s small nostrils were pinched and blocked by Muheon’s prominent nose, making it almost impossible to breathe.
He twisted his head this way and that, trying to find air pockets, but Muheon’s lips clung like a magnet, refusing to let go.
It was like holding his breath underwater—something Hakyung had practiced many times before while diving in the river.
When he reached his limit, he’d pull back briefly, gulping in precious air, only for Muheon to close the gap again instantly.
After several rounds of this breathless dance, Muheon chuckled softly, his breath warm against Hakyung’s lips.
The sound was light and amused, almost exasperated, and it made Hakyung’s small face vibrate with the sensation of laughter.
“W-what’s funny?”
Hakyung asked breathlessly, his round eyes blinking up at the man.
Muheon pulled back just enough to wipe away the saliva smeared across Hakyung’s lips with his thumb—a slow, deliberate motion that sent shivers down Hakyung’s spine.
Then, as if the wiping wasn’t enough, Muheon pressed another soft smooch on his lips.
Watching Muheon casually lick up his spit made Hakyung shiver.
Normally, such intimacy might have horrified him, made him push the man away—but right now, he just… wanted more.
The naughty, daring thought blossomed quietly in his mind: he wanted to feed Muheon something other than spit, to give something real, something meaningful in return.
Unaware of the storm of feelings swirling inside Hakyung’s head, Muheon continued kissing him with a tenderness that felt like spring rain—gentle and persistent.
His lips brushed against Hakyung’s flushed cheeks, the tip of his round nose, even the delicate space between his upper lip and nose, as if memorizing every inch.
“Hnng… President, let’s go inside. Let’s finish this… inside,” Hakyung whispered, arms wrapping around Muheon’s firm neck, clinging to the warmth and safety there.
Enchanted by the soft plea, Muheon effortlessly lifted Hakyung into his arms, cradling him like a fragile treasure.
Hakyung’s face flushed deeply as he rubbed his forehead against the broad shoulder.
His nose twitched, catching the subtle scent wafting from Muheon’s neck—clean, refreshing, and unexpectedly comforting.
Despite being a sea beastman, Muheon smelled nothing like the ocean or fish.
Instead, it was a crisp, invigorating scent that Hakyung felt he could bury his nose in forever.
“That tickles,” Hakyung murmured shyly.
“Bear with it. You smell too good; I can’t help it,” Muheon replied with a soft laugh.
Hakyung brushed off the minor complaint and kept sniffing, feeling less like a sea dolphin and more like a puppy, eager and devoted.
Pfft, Muheon chuckled again and gently laid Hakyung on the bed.
In a moment, Hakyung flopped onto it, blinking rapidly as the reality of the moment settled over him.
“We still have more to do,” Muheon reminded, his voice low and teasing.
“Right… but shouldn’t we shower first…?!” Hakyung stammered, panic rising suddenly.
“It’s okay,” Muheon shrugged as if it was the most natural thing in the world, then reached to pull up Hakyung’s shirt.
Hakyung’s pale, slender torso came into view, two small pink bumps peeking out shyly. Muheon’s fingers found those tiny peaks and pressed lightly.
“Ahh!” Hakyung shouted, startled by the unexpected touch.
Muheon’s brows furrowed, slightly taken aback by the volume, but he didn’t relent.
“Th-That, don’t just touch it like that…!” Hakyung protested, cheeks flaming.
“You came here to touch it anyway,” Muheon said with a sly smile.
“But still… ah, it’s embarrassing,” Hakyung muttered, eyes downcast.
Muheon’s smile deepened with amusement as he recalled, “Who was the one getting all excited and climbing on himself drunk at the hotel last time…?”
He pressed Hakyung’s nipples again, then released them.
The small bumps responded firmly, making their presence known like shy but eager greetings.
At first, Hakyung had shouted, but now, with Muheon’s gentle attention, he let out a shy “Kiiing,” crossing his legs in modesty, then pushing his chest forward as if silently begging for more.
Muheon, who had never refused anything Hakyung wanted, willingly moved his hands again, his palms cool and reassuring against Hakyung’s warm skin.
“Haa, huung!” Every spot Muheon touched sent ticklish shivers over Hakyung’s body, raising goosebumps in waves.
Yet he didn’t want the touch to stop.
He twisted and rubbed against Muheon’s palm, coaxing the hands to stay longer.
Watching Hakyung’s dolphin-like behavior—adorable and innocent—felt like watching an art film come to life.
Muheon’s lips took over where his hands left off, biting one of the small bumps with careful teeth.
“Huik!”
The sharp bite startled Hakyung, making him jump.
Wide-eyed from the unfamiliar sensation, Hakyung lifted his head.
Muheon, mouth still on his nipple, met his gaze steadily, eyes dark with desire and affection.
The moment felt like watching an erotic video unfold before him, but it was real, and Hakyung’s head buzzed—not from discomfort, but because he liked it.
Moving the arm he’d been lying on, Hakyung hugged Muheon’s head tightly.
The soft hair brushing the inside of his arm sent ripples of excitement through him.
“More, please,” he whispered.
“Hmm,” Muheon responded, attentive and eager.
“Don’t bite hard, okay? Please suck with your tongue,” Hakyung added shyly, the trust implicit in his request clear.
Muheon responded earnestly—sucking when asked, touching when permitted.
Thanks to the man’s wholehearted attention, Hakyung melted softly, the tension inside him dissolving into warm bliss.
Unlike the neighboring town where rumors spoke of people dissolving into bubbles out of sadness, Hakyung felt like he might disappear into bubbles from how good it felt.
“Haah.” The soft breath of pleasure escaped both of them.
Muheon, biting, sucking, and massaging Hakyung’s delicate body, felt dizzy too.
He finally understood what it meant to want to chew and devour someone—because they were so good, so sweet, so delicious.
He had been careful not to hurt Hakyung’s small, fragile frame, but now, the man was starting to lose control.
It felt overwhelmingly good, unbearably delicious…
Should he hold back?
A man with little patience gripped firmly at the center of Hakyung’s waist, lowering his hand with intent.
“Ahh!”
“Hah…!”
Muheon frowned at how exaggerated and cute Hakyung’s reaction was but pressed on.
Without hesitation, Muheon swiftly pulled down the pants and underwear that had wrapped around Hakyung’s smooth legs.
The movement was so fast, Hakyung barely had time to process what was happening.
Surprised by the sudden deepening of the situation, Hakyung twisted his body to the side and curled up tightly like a pill bug, instinctively trying to protect himself, even as his pale buttocks became even more exposed.
Trying to calm his pounding heart and brace himself for what would come next, Hakyung held that posture for a moment, not knowing that Muheon’s gaze was fixed on the soft, plump, round cheeks that looked like perfectly steamed buns.
“Kang Hakyung,” Muheon said, his voice low and intense.
“Yes, wait a moment, I need to prepare my heart—eek!” Hakyung tried to speak, but before he could finish, a sharp sting landed on his buttocks.
The sensation—unimaginable until now—made Hakyung let out a high-pitched scream that echoed in the quiet room.
He struggled, twisting and trying desperately to escape Muheon’s mouth, but the firm grip around his waist held him fast, not allowing even a single centimeter of movement.
Oh my…
Compared to the boss, Hakyung’s own desire was nothing but a drop of blood in the vast ocean, or less than a single scale on a slippery sea eel.