Chapter 25 - Turn Up the Heat (19+)
Something felt a bit odd.
Heerak was sure that this was something Doseon needed to hear. It was just advice that an experienced person was giving to a novice. But for some reason the more he talked, the more dampened his mood got. He somehow managed to say everything he wanted to, but he could feel the irritation pile up within him near the end.
The silent Doseon softly smiled.
When Heerak saw the smile that he craved, he stared at it intensely, as if to carve the image into his eyes. This time as well, the smile was fleeting. Heerak felt like Doseon’s smile was tantalizing to the point it mocked him.
While Heerak pouted in disappointment, Doseon quietly mumbled in a hesitant voice, “I don’t think I will be able to do it with anyone else from now on. I can’t really say for sure what will happen in the future, but at least for now, that’s what I think.”
“Because whoever it may be, I think I’ll keep seeing you in them.”
This felt a bit odd too.
Heerak almost mistakenly believed that the persistent feeling of annoyance was blown away in an instant. No, it wasn’t his mistaken belief—this was a fact.
“If I did that, that would be rude to my partner, so I think it’s only right that I abstain completely.”
“Ahaha! Can I take that to mean you want to do it with me only?”
“What? No, that’s not what I meant.” Doseon shook his head. “I didn’t say that to trouble you. I’m sorry if you took it that…”
“Geez, stop!” Heerak cut Doseon off, irritated. “I was just about to feel better! But you apologized, again!”
“Director, you were feeling be—”
Heerak interjected, huffing to hide his embarrassment, “Right, stop calling me by my title! We’re not here to do business in bed, you know?”
Thanks to Heerak snapping at Doseon, Doseon’s eyelids fluttered before he could speak again. He must have been quite taken aback because he stuttered. “Th-then, what should I call you?”
“Mr. Heerak? Wait, no. You’re older than me. So how about just ‘Heerak’? Anyways, just call me by my name. My given name.”
After emphasizing ‘name’ several times, the returning answer was very short. Doseon yelled fairly loudly, which was unexpected from him. “I can’t!”
Heerak also raised his voice, not wanting to lose, “Why not?!”
“H-how could I just call you by your given name?”
“Why can’t you? You can do it. Stop being so formal. I’m not ‘the director’ in bed too!”
“Stop being formal? I can’t do that. Never ever.”
“Haha, wow, for Christ’s sake!” Heerak burst out laughing.
Heerak took his hands off Doseon’s shoulders and roughly ruffled his hair. He was laughing at the absurdity of the situation, but he wasn’t all that pleased about it. He wondered what the point of this argument was. They were both bare naked, but there was no sensual atmosphere and nothing remotely close to a mood. At this rate, they might be sitting there, arguing until dawn.
“All right. I won’t keep on insisting, but I’m going to keep pointing it out when you say it. You’ve been warned,” Heerak mumbled as gruffly as he could. He scoffed to add to the effect. At that, the man facing him made a small smile.
Heerak looked down. His eyes fell on the other’s palms, wet with warmed up lotion. He impulsively reached out and grabbed the other’s hand. Heerak gently rolled his thumb, as if to soothe the other’s stiff hands.
Doseon dropped his chin and stared at the thumb massaging his palm, entranced. The tip of Heerak’s thumb drew a circle and slowly moved its way in between each finger and pressed on Doseon’s knuckles as if to check each one. As Heerak calmly and steadily spread the lotion with his thumb, Doseon’s cheeks and earlobes slowly grew pinker.
Heerak did not take his eyes off Doseon.
Hands were an excellent erogenous zone. Heerak thought that this would be the case even more so since Doseon liked holding hands.
From the sensitive fingertips to around the wrist, Heerak massaged every corner of Doseon’s hand, and as he did so, the hand grew warmer. Every time Heerak passed the groove between the thumb and forefinger, Doseon’s head dropped lower. It looked like Doseon was at his limit, as the blood rushed to his face.
There was no more lotion on his palm.
Heerak caressed the hand with his thumb and gently swept it. Heerak felt better and better as the nape and cheeks of the other grew more flushed. He thought that it would be fun to turn Doseon completely red as a tomato.
“Yes?” Doseon’s shoulders flinched at Heerak’s call.
Heerak snickered and whispered, “Look at me.”
“I can’t, not right now.”
Then, he had no other choice. He would go look at Doseon himself.
Heerak lowered his body and moved closer. As his slightly tilted head suddenly appeared in front of Doseon’s face, Doseon widened his eyes in surprise. He reflexively lifted his head and Heerak quickly mirrored his movement.
Their lips brushed by each other and drifted apart.
Doseon blinked for a few moments. His eyes darted left and right several times as he blinked. The fluttering eyelids eventually stopped, locking onto a playful face that filled his vision.
“Wow, I’ve never seen you so red, Doseon. You turned a pretty pink color. Cute.”
Heerak once again kissed Doseon’s lips that gaped dumbly, unable to make a sound. Doseon only fidgeted, as if he forgot how to breathe.
Heerak wrapped the other’s shoulders with one arm and bent forward. Doseon let himself follow Heerak and lowered his body on the bed as well.