JADE 51

Even with his upper lip held captive, Kwon Joowan was simply dazed. Then, as if by reflex, he licked Jin Sejun’s finger.

“Gasp.”

Although it was only a very small gasp, Kwon Joowan shot up in an instant as if he had been struck by lightning. Thanks to that, Jin Sejun was slammed onto the floor again, making his effort of crawling onto the bed worthless.

Kwon Joowan struck an awkward pose, as if debating whether to help Jin Sejun up or leave him there. Then, with his body stiff and his face deathly pale, he opened his mouth.

“I, I can explain. My memory is spotty too, but I’m certain… we didn’t do it.”

Right, Jin Sejun had judged the same, and Kwon Joowan was also fully dressed in his wrinkled clothes, top and bottom. Did they do something but stop just short of the line? Engulfed by a strange sense of disappointment and listlessness, Jin Sejun remained silent, and Kwon Joowan’s flustered voice grew a little louder.

“I asked an acquaintance to move us to a different accommodation midway through. I was in a hurry because neither my condition nor your condition, Mr. Sejun, was good enough to move to another city.”

So that’s why it looked like a penthouse when I opened my eyes… it belonged to an acquaintance. During the peak season, no less. Money certainly was nice.

Even so, Jin Sejun was satisfied by the fact that the man before him hadn’t run away to Korea first, so he asked with a deliberate hint of playfulness. Then again, he had always wanted to make the situation as light as possible whenever Kwon Joowan was troubled.

“Just how much were the two of us—Yiseo—rubbing against and hugging each other?”

Kwon Joowan’s face turned increasingly crimson. Then, as if he himself wasn’t sure, he fumbled around the head of the bed and touched the screen of Jin Sejun’s phone.

“Uh… for about two days.”

A full two days that felt like three… The voice that added this was very quiet. It seemed Kwon Joowan had been more in his right mind.

“I asked the person who handles my personal affairs to contact the travel agency and… I’ve also contacted Yiseo’s parents. He’s very thorough with his work, so you don’t have to worry.”

“Ah, thank you. But is this a hotel? I’d like to contact the concierge.”

“It’s a hotel-style residence, so you can just use the intercom. Why?”

“Your arm… it looks like it could go necrotic if you’re not careful. You should have treated that, but you handled everything else and left the important thing alone…”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Kwon Joowan grabbed Jin Sejun’s arm, pulled him onto the bed, and got off the bed himself. For some reason, Jin Sejun was about to feel disappointed, but the bedding he had warmed was so cozy and soft that he unwittingly melted into it.

He had a slight headache from before, which seemed to be from having too much to think about. Just as he was about to doze off again, he heard a low voice muttering something incomprehensible, followed by the Spanish greeting he had grown used to during the trip.

“Mr. Joowan, you speak Spanish too?”

“…Just a little. The concierge understands English, but this is Spain, after all.”

“Well, aren’t you a jack-of-all-trades.”

The brief silence that followed wasn’t terribly awkward, but Jin Sejun checked to see if what he just said might have sounded sarcastic. He also felt self-conscious that only he was rocking the no-pants look and wanted to wash up right away, but as he waited patiently, the doorbell soon rang.

Jin Sejun, who was about to dash out, paused for a moment due to a sudden wave of headache. Kwon Joowan, who had come closer in the meantime, grabbed his shoulder to stop him and returned with a first-aid kit like a well-trained dog.

“Originally, they said they would send a doctor or treat the injury… but I thought you would be uncomfortable, Mr. Sejun, so I told them to just leave it.”

“True, it would have been a bit embarrassing if I’d run into the person who brought it—.”

Huh? Just when he thought the headache was subsiding, his vision spun, and this time, he felt nauseous. The variety of symptoms that flashed by in a short time were not unfamiliar, so Jin Sejun immediately ran to the bathroom.

“M-Mr. Sejun?”

Fortunately, as soon as he opened the door where a bathroom was likely to be, he saw a toilet. He flipped up the lid, which was heavier than a Korean one, and stuck his head in. This was now the second time he had thrown up in front of Kwon Joowan. And the third time he’d stuck his head in a toilet.

He never got carsick or seasick and rarely caught a cold, so why was his physical condition always such a mess when he was with Kwon Joowan?

‘What is this?’

His stomach felt like it was turning inside out, even though he hadn’t eaten anything because of his rut. Only after he had been retching up stomach acid for a long while did Jin Sejun realize that Kwon Joowan was rubbing his back with a trembling hand.

This touch, too, was not the first time.

Once he had calmed down a bit, Jin Sejun gently stopped Kwon Joowan and rinsed his mouth. Then, he pulled the arm that had been extended to support him toward the sink and turned on the lukewarm water.

He didn’t look like someone who had survived a zombie apocalypse, but seeing it again, the state of Kwon Joowan’s arm was just too much. With the first-aid kit right there, it seemed best to treat this first.

As Jin Sejun, who had motioned for Kwon Joowan to sit on the edge of the bathtub, patted the area dry with a clean towel, the large body trembled slightly.

“Does it hurt?”

“I’m… fine. Are you okay, Mr. Sejun?”

“I throw up often. I’m always like this.”

It was half a joke, but even he himself wasn’t sure if what he was saying made any sense. Jin Sejun forced a faint smile and carefully disinfected the wounds. The bruises from being bitten were nothing; he had bitten so fiercely that some injuries were deep gouges in the flesh.

No one spoke while he applied the ointment. Kwon Joowan was either dragged around docilely like a large beast shot with a tranquilizer gun or simply twisted his arm. Unable to bear the stuffiness, it was Jin Sejun who broke the silence first.

“What, why did you just stupidly take it? A man whose body is his fortune…”

“……”

“No, sigh… I’m sorry. I was crazy, really.”

“No, it’s me who… If only I had listened when you told me to leave, Mr. Sejun.”

“That’s true.”

Kwon Joowan let out a slight laugh at the sheepish whisper, and a softened Jin Sejun firmly wrapped bandages around both of his arms.

“What score would you give it?”

“Pardon?”

“Why are you just rolling your eyes? I’m not asking you to score the handjob from the other day.”

A loud cough burst from Kwon Joowan’s mouth, even though he wasn’t drinking anything. Jin Sejun patted Kwon Joowan’s back, then grabbed his wrist and shook it.

“In the opinion of Mr. Kwon Joowan, the expert on all kinds of injuries, how is my first aid?”

“Ah… thank you.”

“……”

The conversation was strangely disjointed. Jin Sejun himself hadn’t yet processed what happened during the night, so even though he had initiated the joke, he was still at a loss for words.

It was when he had applied medicine and a bandage to Kwon Joowan’s forehead. Just as he thought his gaze had fallen on the wide-open chest exposed by the unbuttoned shirt, Kwon Joowan’s dazed eyes seemed to become a little clearer.

When this happens, one can’t help but want to do something mischievous. Feeling playful, Jin Sejun wrapped his arms around Kwon Joowan’s head and buried it in his own chest.

“Sejun, Mr. Sejun!”

“You were looking at me like you’d suck on it if I just left it there.”

“Ngh…”

Kwon Joowan shook his head but couldn’t bring himself to push Jin Sejun away forcefully. Just as Jin Sejun’s amused eyes landed on Kwon Joowan’s lower body, Kwon Joowan’s hot breath tickled his skin damply. That alone was enough to vividly recall the memory of sharing heated breaths and rubbing wet skin against each other.

The scent of their bodies, having tumbled together for two days, was truly strong.

“……”

The front of Kwon Joowan’s pants, wrinkled and dry with semen and pre-cum as if he hadn’t changed for days through all that chaos, was becoming taut again. However, if one had to say, the one who would be more embarrassed by getting aroused in this situation was the half-naked Jin Sejun, rather than the clothed Kwon Joowan…

“A meal… right, shall we have a meal?”

Jin Sejun’s voice, as he hastily spoke, was terribly hoarse.

“It’s about time we ate! Is there anything you want to eat? They have room service here, you know.”

Kwon Joowan, as if he too had been searching for something to say, nodded enthusiastically, even clapping for goodness’ sake.

Having no confidence they could put their heads together and discuss it sanely, Jin Sejun passed the task of choosing the menu to him. The moment he closed the bathroom door, he slid down with his back against it and sat on the floor.

“Haaah…”

Kwon Joowan’s grip had been so strong that a dull ache throbbed in every spot he had hugged or squeezed. The nape of his neck also stung; he wondered if he had been choked, but it seemed plausible since he had been twisting his head to find Kwon Joowan’s lips even in uncomfortably pressed positions.

‘Ah.’

Hadn’t Kwon Joowan also tried to bite the back of his neck? He thought that imprinting was really not something that could happen by accident like this, but when he checked in the mirror, there were no bite marks.

While he was relieved, the thought that it was a meaningless act anyway since they weren’t an alpha and an omega occurred to him, and he was strangely disappointed that Kwon Joowan had ultimately held back, even though his canines had grazed his skin. Though someone like the person who gave birth to Kwon Joowan might be proud of his patience.

As he took off his rustling, cumbersome shirt and stood under the warm water, a strange sense of fatigue washed over him again. Jin Sejun licked his parched lips to moisten them and brought a hand to his chest, where Kwon Joowan’s hot breath had touched moments ago.

He clearly remembered that the kiss he had lunged for and stolen last night had felt good. No bells rang in his ears, nor did it taste like fruit candy… but it was incredibly arousing, and he was certain it fell into the category of a ‘delicious kiss’ that Kwon Joowan had mentioned before.

He also recalled his pectoral muscles, which he never touched himself unless it was after a chest workout, being squeezed tightly, and lips touching his whenever there was a chance. His nipples had also been fondled so much that they were slightly swollen and more sensitive than usual, making the brush of his shirt against them bother him since earlier.

The tough skin of his hands, already calloused from working out, had been rubbed raw against tender flesh, making his whole body feel hot and tingly, even in areas that weren’t erogenous zones.

‘To say he likes men’s chests, Ms. Ahn Saeha’s chest is…’

Is this an act of harassment against Ahn Saeha?

“Ah, haah…”

Hasn’t the rut ended? His condition was poor enough to vomit on an empty stomach, but perhaps because a horny virgin had gotten a small taste of what he’d only imagined, he couldn’t think of anything else.

His penis was also overly sensitive from being constantly rubbed by Kwon Joowan’s palm and the fabric of his pants. Thanks to that, instead of a satisfying grip and stroke, he just fondled himself, recalling the night’s kisses.

The kissing was definitely the best part… From what he’d seen Kwon Joowan do, it seemed like he would be quite rough when he really decided to pounce on someone, but when their lips actually met, the contact was mostly gentle. Rarely, he would steal his breath as if craving him, but whether gentle or rough, the kisses were just good.

“Ngh…”

The sexual sensation that had been building very slowly erupted in a languid release. It was the first time he had become aroused by retracing an experience, and the first time he had jerked off thinking only about kissing.

Anyway, while they hadn’t had penetrative sex, they had repeated the act of touching and rubbing each other’s genitals many times. Still, to be clear, Kwon Joowan had just been swept up in it; he definitely hadn’t kissed him because he liked it. Because—.

“Mr. Sejun, the food is here.”

It seemed more time had passed than he thought. Just as Jin Sejun, who was drying himself off, realized he hadn’t brought a bathrobe, a set of neatly folded clothes was passed through the slightly ajar door. Even though Jin Sejun would be invisible to Kwon Joowan, he dropped the clothes he had held out so carefully as if throwing them and slammed the door shut.

A moment later, a stiff voice came through the closed door.

“I got them from your suitcase, Mr. Sejun.”

“Thank you…”

Had he separated the laundry from the clean clothes? The schedule had been so packed that leaving laundry at the hotels was not an option, so by the end of the trip, his suitcase was full of old laundry. But the underwear Kwon Joowan had brought him was something he hadn’t worn yet.

This naturally brought to mind the time Kwon Joowan had immediately buried his nose in the ‘Blingz Cheerleading’ t-shirt after he had washed and returned it.