Into The Thrill

He got out of the elevator and followed the valet to the car. Woojin reached out to place Haewon's violin in the back seat, but Haewon ignored his gesture, placing the case between his legs and hugging it with both arms.

Woojin drove off, looking straight ahead as if to say, 'Do whatever you want.' Haewon eyed him suspiciously.
"Did you really come?"
"You think I didn't come and that's why you were sitting there with such a gloomy face?"

"Who was gloomy?"
"You were sitting there gloomily. You couldn't concentrate, flipping through two pages of the score at once. Didn't you notice the woman sitting next to you glaring at you? You missed about three measures in the second movement. Luckily, you were focused during the Brahms. I like the expression you wear when you're into it."
"...I thought you didn't come."

Woojin had seen everything. In the first part, his fingers, sticky with sweat, accidentally turned two pages at once. He hadn't noticed the fellow violinist next to him giving him a glare. In the second movement, he had only pretended to play for about three measures, but fortunately, he could concentrate during the concerto. He had been watching from the start.
"So you tried to get into that guy's car because you were angry with me? Thinking I hadn't come?"
"It was cold, no taxis were around, and you didn't contact me."

"Cold, no taxis, and because he bought you bread."
"..."
"Why don't you listen to me like those guys do when I say things?"

"I really thought you hadn't come."
"Don't make excuses."
He glanced at Haewon and said in a cold voice.

"You said you wouldn't get angry."
"I've thought about it, and I can't help it. I have to get angry."
"But are you okay? You were sitting in the car when it hit."

Haewon suddenly reached out and touched Woojin's chest. It seemed like a likely spot for an impact. Lee Jin-young had a broken nose, and the rear part of the SUV was completely dented. His car's hood was also crumpled. It had been a significant accident. Haewon slid his hand inside the jacket to feel Woojin's chest area, but Woojin, without any change in expression, said,
"That won't calm me down."
"Are you really okay? Don't you need to go to the hospital? Are you sure you're not hurt?"
"Take your hand off."

"Does it hurt here? It seems like it would hurt here."
"Mun Haewon."
"Maybe it hurts down there? Are your legs okay? That area is pretty important. I haven't even had a chance to see it."

"Haewon."
"..."
He called his name. It wasn't in anger, just softly, but Haewon felt a twinge in his heart. Haewon stealthily withdrew his hand that had been exploring Woojin's chest and stomach.

"We couldn't face each other and eat yesterday, and today as well. I just want to sit quietly facing you and have dinner."
Let's stop, he said, sounding tired.
Woojin had thought he hadn't come. He had been ignored and thought to be neglectful. But he had seen everything. He had forced Haewon into that place thinking Haewon liked Henry Chang.

Because he liked him, because he wanted to see him happy.
Like riding a roller coaster several times, Haewon had been emotionally up and down all day because of Woojin. It didn't matter whether he came or not, and even though he had said himself that Woojin needn't come, Haewon felt more than just disappointment—he felt betrayed. But then, all the resentment he had felt toward him vanished, replaced by a warm feeling in his chest.
It was dangerous. An alarm sounded. Not a siren, but music.

"But you called me 'hey' earlier, right?"
"You should be glad I didn't swear at a thief."
"I'm really in trouble now."

"Are you going to arrest my father again? Go ahead, I can't stand to look at him anymore."
If he said to call him 'brother,' he could do it now. He wanted to call him that, nothing serious, just the nickname, but he couldn't bring himself to say it easily after resisting it all this time. He only said something silly.
"Where are you going, elder?"

"To have dinner."
"What are you going to eat?"
"What do you want to eat?"

"Ignore the old man's taste; I want a hamburger according to my taste."
"I told you not to eat junk."
"You old people might not understand, but if there's a franchise all over the world, it means the taste is certified. It's a flavor loved by people worldwide."

"..."
Driving, Woojin turned to look at Haewon. Their eyes met. Haewon gazed at his face, meaningfully watching him, then Woojin looked ahead again. He wore a smile that could almost be mistaken for a sneer.
They had dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant. After dinner, they went for a drive along the riverbank. When they arrived at the officetel, it was nearly eleven o'clock. It had been an appropriate Friday evening for a date, spending time with someone worth seeing on a Friday night, doing things worth doing on a date. It was a textbook date course.

Suddenly realizing, Haewon found his violin in Woojin's hands. Haewon stopped in front of the officetel door.
"You must be tired; go to bed early. Don't mess around."
"..."

"Why? Got something to say?"
"There's something."
"What is it?"

It was something they both knew. Now, Woojin was pretending not to know, asking him.
"I'm starting to feel that way."
"What way? What do you want to say?"

"Not just anyone... I want to take off my clothes in front of Woojin."
"..."
"Not just anyone, but I want to take off my clothes in front of Woojin. And I want to take off Woojin's clothes."

 
"Let's get one thing straight. It's just in front of me, right?"
"I want to strip. In front of Hyun Woojin."

"..."
"Just."
Eventually, Haewon succumbed to him. He blurted it out. His initiative and pride were shattered like a wrecked car, but he didn't care anymore. Haewon was pleading with him intensely. On all fours, he kissed his feet, desperately begging for his affection. Something was breaking down, but he didn’t mind. It seemed okay to fall apart in front of Hyun Woojin.

Hyun Woojin, with a firmly laid premise, faced Haewon directly without any agitation. He neither rejoiced nor gloated. He was merely calm, wearing an inscrutable expression.
His quiet voice echoed down the corridor. He spoke in a tone that itemized the things that needed to be declared.
"You can't do it alone. Toys or anything like that are absolutely not allowed. And obviously, no one else can. If you do, it won't just end with a minor collision like today."

Haewon nodded carefully, agreeing with his words.
"And you have to play for me. Even if you hate being watched, you must do it in front of me."
Haewon also nodded to that. Hyun Woojin reached behind Haewon and quickly entered the door lock code, overlapping their lips.

∞ ∞ ∞
He carelessly dropped his billion-won violin on the floor. Haewon wrapped his arms around the man's neck, breathing raggedly, and fiercely sucked on the man’s lips. They embraced tightly, kissing wildly, without even taking off their shoes at the entrance. The man's heated body temperature and scent softly enveloped Haewon. He gripped the man's cheek full-handed and hung onto his neck as he grasped the back of his shirt tightly.
The moist flesh that entered his mouth tangled violently with his own. The desperate kissing made their bodies sway together. Haewon's back thudded against the front door. Before they could hit the door, Hyun Woojin quickly grabbed the back of Haewon's head.

As they staggered, Haewon's waist buckled to one knee, but Hyun Woojin lifted him up while overlapping their lips again.
This kiss was different from the previous ones. The contact was so intense it seemed to block their breathing. It felt as if their lips were being bitten. It wouldn't have been strange if Haewon had lost his senses right there. He clutched at his clothes as if he was going to tear them apart.
His kissing, licking all over the mouth and wetly swallowing, was like a wild beast. It was the carnal desire he had wanted to strip bare and devour.

They barely separated their lips to exchange ragged breaths, still without having removed their shoes. He gently licked and nibbled on Haewon's lower lip.
Haewon surrendered his lips and took off his shoes. Hyun Woojin did the same. With their lips still joined, Haewon threw his coat onto the cluttered entryway floor and eagerly grabbed Hyun Woojin's tie, pulling it off. He also unbuttoned his shirt. He wanted to strip off everything covering his body as quickly as possible. Haewon’s hands pulling at the buttons were halted as Hyun Woojin pulled away from the kiss and spoke.
"Ah, where are you touching?"

"I want to strip you. I want to undress you."
Haewon pushed him towards the bed. As they stepped backward, Hyun Woojin collapsed onto the bed. Haewon immediately climbed onto his thighs. He removed his jacket, which didn’t come off easily as it got caught on his arms. Hyun Woojin moved his arms back and quickly took it off himself. They feverishly struggled to undress each other.
He touched his shirt buttons. Every time Hyun Woojin took a sharp breath, the shirt seemed like it would tear, the fastenings straining. Hyun Woojin removed Haewon's shirt. There were too many buttons on both of them. Fumbling, their lips collided. As he unbuttoned, Hyun Woojin bit Haewon's lip and cursed while yanking the shirt.

Once Haewon's top was removed, Hyun Woojin threw off his own shirt, which he hadn't finished unbuttoning. His hands, now hot, swept over his bare upper body. Haewon, sitting on his thighs, embraced Hyun Woojin's bare back, feeling the texture under his palms. His back and waist were elastic and smooth. Haewon rubbed his lips against his shoulders, inhaling the intoxicating and ticklish scent of skin.
His hands caressed Haewon’s dry spine. The sensation of his earnest touch on bare skin was indescribable. Haewon's mind grew dizzy.
Embracing Hyun Woojin's neck, they kissed again. The tongue that split the seal of the lips ravaged inside. They rubbed their tongues against each other. Haewon twirled Hyun Woojin's tongue, sucking up his saliva. From the entrance, he subtly pushed his aroused lower body against him while they kissed, but suddenly Hyun Woojin pulled away from the kiss and moved back.

"Ah, what should I do with you?"
His eyes deepened with the question. It was the question Haewon wanted to ask. He was so overwhelmed with the desire to do something to him, his mind was spinning. Haewon touched his wet lips. His fingers, fumbling over the lips, were licked by Hyun Woojin's tongue. Haewon let his hand slide down from Hyun Woojin's chin and neck to his collarbone and then touched his firm chest.
As he circled his nipples and areola with his fingers, Haewon jerked as if he himself was being touched. It felt like he had smeared something all over his body. He wanted to keep touching, to rub with his lips, to suck with his tongue, as if he had slathered it all over his body. His hands moved over the distinctly defined abs and past the navel.

Kneeling slightly above his thighs, Haewon slipped his hand into the waistband of Hyun Woojin's pants, pushing deep down past his hip bone as his body slumped down with his arm, touching his genitals.
The distinctly erect penis was sticky with hot moisture. As he stroked the defined contours, Hyun Woojin unbuckled and lowered the zipper, exposing his lower body.
"Ah..."

It was the first time Haewon faced it directly. The tip was already sticky with mucous. The thick pubic hair brushed against the back of his hand. His fingers, even his long ones, couldn't fully grasp its thickness and length. His airway felt tightly constricted.
He unbuckled Haewon's pants and lowered the zipper. His own penis was also erect from extreme tension and excitement. He pulled down the underwear to its limit and grabbed Haewon's penis with one hand, touching it as if to burst it. Haewon emitted a sound that was neither a scream nor a moan.
"Ah...!"

Haewon wrapped his hands around it tightly and looked down at him. Their lips overlapped, clinging to the intertwining tongues. Their hands moved swiftly, stimulating each other. As the stimulation intensified, his chest sank deeply. The breaths between the nearly bursting lips were violently disrupted.
His spine tickled, and the pain gathered below as if all blood was pooling there. Haewon's body suddenly stiffened. He ejaculated in his hand. His body trembled uncontrollably, almost urinating with pleasure. Hyun Woojin completely covered his quivering lips. He couldn't breathe out or inhale the rough breath that burst out.
Hyun Woojin's penis, clutched and stroked vigorously, swelled in volume but showed no signs of climaxing. The memory of briefly touching it yesterday in the hotel and ejaculating flashed through Haewon's mind, but he soon forgot it as he was short of breath.

Haewon beat on his shoulder, pleading to be let go. Hyun Woojin, with one large hand clutching the back of his head and the other tightly holding his penis, covered his lips. He needed oxygen. His breath reached its limit. A sensation similar to dizziness made his mind faint. Hyun Woojin's fingers caressed the ejaculated penis. Strength drained from his body. As he slumped, Hyun Woojin finally let ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) go of the back of his head.
"Ah, ah, ah...!"
He inhaled all the air at once. A cough burst out. His throat tickled. Breathing like someone who had just emerged from water, Haewon's chest heaved violently.

His lower abdomen was wet with the fluid from his penis, which was trembling. The pleasure that had dominated his entire body intermittently hit his lower back.
With Haewon's buttocks cradled in his arms, he pulled him onto the bed. He laid Haewon down on the bed and stripped off the pants and underwear that were dangling on his legs in one go. Hyun Woojin climbed on top of him. Haewon looked up at him through tear-filled eyes that blurred his vision.