The hotel, which hummed with activity throughout the daylight hours, transformed its aura as evening descended.
While many patrons had simply been enjoying a meal in the restaurant, Hakyung, his lips curved in a subtly lewd smile, perceived a deeper narrative.
“Such a love-filled Korea!” he mused, a competitive gleam flickering in his eyes.
He was determined not to be outdone in the realm of affection.
“Boss, let’s hurry. We need to be the most diligent. Where should we get a room?”
Hakyung urged, practically vibrating with anticipation, his eagerness almost palpable.
Muheon, ever the picture of composure, guided Hakyung to a quieter, more secluded spot before gracefully approaching the reception desk.
Hakyung, meanwhile, found his gaze irresistibly drawn to his boss’s exceptionally striking back, a figure of effortless elegance.
His eyes sharpened, becoming a vigilant sentinel, meticulously scanning the surroundings for anyone who might dare to cast an admiring glance Muheon’s way.
Muheon, seemingly oblivious to Hakyung’s simmering anxiety and possessive watchfulness, offered a polite nod to the sweetly smiling hotel staff member and then engaged her in what Hakyung perceived as an unnecessarily prolonged and intimate conversation.
As the minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity for Hakyung, his initial excitement began to curdle, slowly transforming into a simmering annoyance.
“He just needs to pay and get the key, what could he possibly have so much to talk about…!”
Hakyung fumed inwardly, on the very verge of snorting with exasperation, a tell-tale sign of his growing impatience.
Just as he was about to erupt, a breathless protest spilling from his lips, Muheon finally returned, a card key dangling from his fingers, having at last concluded his seemingly interminable chat.
Their eyes met, Hakyung’s having been fixed on Muheon’s every move throughout the entire ordeal. Immediately, Hakyung skillfully softened his gaze, his expression melting into one of tender affection, and extended his arm towards Muheon.
The ring on his left fourth finger, a symbol of their bond, gleamed, catching the ambient light and sparkling with a silent promise.
Muheon’s subsequent melt-like sweet smile instantly dissolved the last vestiges of Hakyung’s anger, replacing it with a fluffy, cotton-candy-like wave of pure, unadulterated affection.
Hakyung beamed back, his smile mirroring Muheon’s, and quickly, eagerly, took Muheon’s hand in his.
“Boss, who were you trying to pick up, walking so coolly and nodding so prettily?”
Hakyung chided playfully, a hint of mock sternness in his tone, utterly unable to resist the urge to tease.
Muheon was simply too attractive, too effortlessly charming; he always needed careful monitoring, a possessive eye kept on him.
Hakyung’s charming, yet undeniably possessive, nagging continued, a familiar melody between them.
Muheon, to Hakyung’s immense delight, readily agreed and nodded obediently, a picture of contrite submission.
His nod was even grander, more exaggerated, than the one he’d given the hotel staff member moments earlier, a clear signal of his complete devotion.
With this gesture, the last peanut-sized bit of lingering disappointment in Hakyung’s heart completely vanished, replaced by a soaring lightness.
Hakyung, now a cheerful, strong dolphin once more, radiating happiness, stood intimately close to Muheon as they ascended in the elevator, their bodies almost touching.
“Wow, it’s really going up. Our room must be high up,” Hakyung exclaimed, his voice filled with childlike wonder, pressing closer to Muheon.
“Yeah. Fortunately, there was a vacant room,” Muheon replied, his voice a low rumble, a soothing balm to Hakyung’s eager spirit.
“I see,” Hakyung murmured, already lost in thought, his imagination taking flight.
The night view they’d witnessed in Incheon had been magnificent, a glittering tapestry of city lights, but Hakyung wondered how much more breathtaking, how infinitely more spectacular, the vista from the very top of a towering building in the vibrant heart of Seoul would be.
His boss, standing before such an astounding backdrop, silhouetted against the dazzling cityscape, would be even more delicious—no, handsome, Hakyung quickly corrected himself, a blush creeping up his neck.
Hakyung’s cheeks flushed a deeper and deeper red, a testament to the surging emotions within him.
Overflowing with this burgeoning, delightful feeling, Hakyung tilted his head to the side and began to hum a small, sweet tune.
He sang only to himself, the lyrics indistinct, a private melody, but he imagined it sounded utterly cute and fun, even unheard by anyone else.
Muheon, by way of complimenting Hakyung’s spontaneous song, gently brought Hakyung’s small, white hand to his lips and kissed it, a tender gesture that spoke volumes.
Hakyung’s small shoulders shivered with a delicious, ticklish sensation at the unexpected intimacy.
“Let’s get off,” Muheon murmured, his voice a quiet invitation, as the elevator reached their floor.
The elevator doors parted silently, revealing a pristine hallway, and Muheon led Hakyung out, his hand still clasped firmly in Hakyung’s.
As Hakyung followed his boss inside the room, his mouth fell wide open in undisguised awe.
Before he could even properly register the expansive, glittering view of the city, his mind was utterly captivated, completely enthralled, by the exquisitely beautiful and luxuriously decorated space that unfolded before him.
Every surface his eyes landed upon, every intricate detail, was both unfamiliar and exquisitely beautiful, a feast for his senses.
It was even more interesting, he mused, to see that each hotel they visited possessed a distinct and unique decorating style, a testament to their individuality.
Hakyung’s eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail, yet he remained unmoving from his spot, rooted in place by sheer wonder, while Muheon, ever the affectionate one, was already busy embracing Hakyung’s slender body from behind, peppering his neck and shoulders with soft, lingering kisses.
“Ah, that tickles,” Hakyung giggled, squirming slightly in Muheon’s embrace, a delightful tremor running through him.
“Yeah. We should move quickly. The bedroom is to the right,” Muheon murmured, his voice a low, teasing growl in Hakyung’s ear, his intentions abundantly clear.
“Just let me look around a bit,” Hakyung pleaded, his curiosity still piqued, wanting to savor every detail of their magnificent surroundings.
“No,” Muheon replied, a playful firmness in his voice, his patience for sight-seeing evidently at its limit.
Muheon grumbled playfully, a sound of mock exasperation, then, with surprising ease, scooped Hakyung up into his arms and strode purposefully into the bedroom.
Hakyung, despite his mild disappointment at not being able to explore the luxurious suite further, rubbed his cheek against Muheon’s strong shoulder and chuckled contentedly.
It felt, he thought, like watching a playful puppy that simply couldn’t resist the allure of delicious food, an endearing image.
Lately, for reasons he couldn’t quite pinpoint, whenever he looked at his boss, a warm, large, incredibly affectionate puppy came to mind before the terrifying, cold image of an Imugi, a mythical serpent.
Hakyung, who inwardly teased his boss by mentally dubbing him “Imu-mung”, raised his palm and gently stroked Muheon’s soft, black hair, his fingers tangling in the silken strands.
After a few soothing strokes of his boss’s hair, a large, inviting bed appeared before them, its plush surface beckoning.
All the walls surrounding the bed were magnificent floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a truly magnificent and expansive city view below.
This was Seoul, after all, a city that glittered like a scattered handful of diamonds after dusk.
“The night is prettier. Look at it at night,” Muheon advised softly, his voice full of promise, imagining Hakyung’s delighted reaction.
“Okay, I got it,” Hakyung responded, his voice breathless with anticipation, already eager for the breathtaking spectacle.
Muheon gently lowered Hakyung onto the plush surface of the bed, and his hands, which had been so careful moments before, became surprisingly quick and deft.
It didn’t take long at all to remove Hakyung’s thin clothes, each garment shed with practiced ease.
In an instant, Hakyung’s fair, white body was exposed, shimmering in the soft light of the room.
This wasn’t their first, second, or even third time baring themselves so completely before each other, so Hakyung naturally, without hesitation, reached for his boss’s clothes, helping him shed his own garments.
The two, now facing each other, utterly unclad save for the bare necessities, amicably made their way into the spacious, opulent bathroom.
They washed themselves thoroughly from head to toe, luxuriating in the rich, fragrant foam that enveloped their bodies.
Hakyung’s wet hair, which had been a light pink when dry, deepened to a darker, richer shade, reminiscent of damp cotton candy, its sweetness still evident.
Even without his usual fluffy hair, Kang Hakyung exuded an undeniable cuteness, an innate charm that Muheon found utterly irresistible.
When Muheon tenderly pushed Hakyung’s wet hair back from his face, his round, smooth forehead appeared, a tempting expanse of skin.
Muheon, unable to resist the sudden impulse, gently bit his forehead, a playful nip.
Just kissing wasn’t enough, it seemed, to fully satisfy his burgeoning, intense desire.
Hakyung, startled by the sudden, unexpected bite on his forehead, made a bewildered expression, his eyes wide with surprise, and then burst out laughing, a clear, melodious sound that filled the steamy air.
“Boss, do you know you’re like a real puppy whenever you do this? Who bites someone’s forehead?!” he exclaimed, a note of amused incredulity in his voice.
“Think of me as a puppy,” Muheon responded, his voice low and husky, a playful challenge in his tone, his eyes glinting mischievously.
Muheon, in front of his beloved “strong dolphin,” cast aside all pretense and pride, all the carefully constructed facades of his public persona.
He paid no mind to Hakyung treating him like a playful puppy, focusing instead, with singular intensity, on tasting the soft, delicate flesh that lay so invitingly before him.
Muheon, who had been playfully nibbling and teasing various parts of Hakyung’s body, his lips leaving a trail of tantalizing sensations, at some point began to use his tongue instead of his lips, a more direct, more insistent form of exploration.
His pointed tongue insistently licked Hakyung’s white nape, tracing a searing path down his spine.
A small, involuntary moan escaped Hakyung’s lips as he chuckled, a sound of pure indulgence, willingly surrendering to Muheon’s playful yet undeniably passionate advances.
Beneath the hot, swirling steam of the shower, the two shared an even hotter, more intimate moment, their desires intertwining and escalating.
Even for a “strong dolphin,” known for his vigor and playful energy, moving intensely and passionately under the shower for over an hour was utterly exhausting.
Hakyung, now completely soaked and shriveled like a sweet plum, lay sprawled languidly on the vast bed, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
Muheon, on the other hand, seemed to be full of boundless energy, as if he hadn’t just been playing in the ocean, a stark contrast to Hakyung’s delightful exhaustion.
Since their natural stamina levels were clearly, undeniably different, Hakyung was about to suggest a short break, a momentary respite, when Muheon leaned over him, his powerful body hovering above Hakyung’s smaller frame.
Fearing that putting his full weight on Hakyung would make the already wobbly and delightfully tired boy even more fatigued, he supported himself on his elbows, his strong arms bearing his weight, and only lowered his lips, his gaze fixed on Hakyung’s flushed face.
“J-Just a moment. Is there no break time?”
Hakyung gasped, trying to catch his breath, his voice barely a whisper, a plea for a brief pause.
“Nope. No break. I told you, we’re on our honeymoon, remember?”
Muheon’s voice was a low rumble, laced with a playful possessiveness, a gentle reminder of the blissful purpose of their visit.
“But… I don’t even have the strength to move a finger right now,” Hakyung protested weakly, his voice a soft murmur of exhaustion, yet still tinged with a hint of playful complaint.
“Just stay still, and I’ll take care of it,” Muheon grinned, a glint of unbridled desire in his dark eyes, and deftly grabbed Hakyung’s hand to hold it still.
Holding Hakyung’s slender wrist was easily done with just one of Muheon’s large, strong hands, a testament to the difference in their builds.
Hakyung, whose wrists were suddenly clasped and held captive, blinked rapidly, a flicker of bewildered surprise in his expressive eyes.
He was going to stay still anyway, he thought to himself, a resigned acceptance settling over him, so why was Muheon holding his wrists like this, restricting his movement?
Hakyung looked up at Muheon with a bewildered expression, his brow slightly furrowed in confusion, but Muheon’s eyes had already turned pitch black, to an unfathomable depth that sent a thrilling shiver down Hakyung’s spine, a clear indication of the intensity of his desire.
“Wow, Boss is really… dangerous right now…”
Hakyung swallowed hard, a mix of apprehension, excitement, and a thrilling sense of vulnerability bubbling within him.
It was obvious that saying no wouldn’t work, even if he wanted to, and besides, he didn’t intensely dislike it.
Being close to his boss, being consumed by his passion, was always fun and happy, a comfort and thrill wrapped into one irresistible package.
As Hakyung, who had been subtly trying to pull his clasped wrists free, finally became still, his resistance melting away, Muheon’s lips curved even further upwards, a slow, predatory, yet undeniably affectionate smile spreading across his face.
He licked his own lips with his tongue, a gesture that sent a fresh wave of heightened anticipation through Hakyung, then began to truly savor his “strong dolphin.”
He gnawed playfully, leaving tingling sensations in his wake, licked tantalizingly, and sucked on Hakyung’s cute forehead, his adorable nose, his pretty lips, and his plump cheeks, satisfying his desires to his heart’s content, a slow, deliberate exploration of Hakyung’s captivating features.
It was fortunate, Hakyung realized with a blush, that they had washed themselves thoroughly first; if Muheon had started biting and sucking like this right after they entered, Hakyung might have exploded from sheer embarrassment, unable to contain his blushes and blushes.
With his hands held captive, Hakyung couldn’t touch his boss’s broad shoulders or his muscular neck, and he stamped his feet softly in frustration, a small, endearing protest against his delightful predicament.
He also wanted to hug his lover, to wrap his arms around Muheon and return the fervent intimacy, the boundless passion.
“Why is it that I never get tired of eating you every day?”
Muheon murmured, his voice husky with desire, his lips brushing against Hakyung’s soft skin, sending delicious shivers through him.
“W-What are you eating…! Oh, there!”
Hakyung gasped, a flush spreading across his chest, his voice a breathless whisper of mingled surprise and delight.
He grumbled playfully, “I’m not even white rice…!” then raised his voice sharply when Muheon’s lips, with exquisite precision, touched his earlobe.
Hakyung, who loved singing and listening to music, was particularly ticklish and sensitive around his earlobes.
It was one of those exquisitely vulnerable spots that made him shiver with just a light touch, sending waves of pure sensation through him.
So, when Muheon began to roll Hakyung’s round earlobe in his mouth, a slow, sensual torment, in this exquisitely intimate situation, it was only natural for Hakyung’s voice to rise, a breathless sound of pleasure, surprise, and burgeoning desire.
Even after Hakyung’s reactions turned more overtly sensual, a testament to the escalating passion between them, Muheon continued to torment him delightfully by rolling his round earlobe around in his mouth for a long time, drawing out the exquisite sensation, before finally raising his gaze to look directly into Hakyung’s eyes.
A tiny, yet immensely satisfying, sense of triumph and profound contentment bloomed within Muheon as Hakyung’s face turned a deep, delicious pink, a perfect match for his now damp hair, a clear sign of his arousal.
The way Hakyung, now completely accustomed to Muheon’s playful and passionate actions, reacted as he did, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations, was both admirable and deeply endearing to Muheon, fueling his desire even further.
However, Muheon hadn’t brought Hakyung here just to taste this small satisfaction, delightful and intoxicating as it was.
His desires, accumulated over a long time, a slow burn of yearning, wouldn’t easily disappear with a few kisses and playful bites, no matter how exquisite. Muheon did not hide his greed, his profound hunger for Hakyung, a hunger that permeated his very being.
To obtain everything from Kang Hakyung, who looked up at him with clear, trusting, and now passion-glazed eyes, Muheon willingly and eagerly moved his body, his movements precise and purposeful, ready to delve into the deepest, most intimate depths of their shared passion, to claim every last bit of Hakyung for himself.
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