PAO 68

“Move, for now. And…”

Seowon looked around for where he had thrown the remote, trying to also stop the still-spinning bed, when Junghoo climbed onto his back.

“Ugh, you’re heavy. Just wait a second.”

He had no intention of stopping sex right then and there. He just wanted to stop this damn bed first and then continue, but Junghoo wouldn’t leave him alone.

“Let’s keep going.”

“We will, just after I stop this bed.”

“I like it like this.”

“You like it?”

When Seowon turned his head to look at Junghoo, he saw him resting his chin on his shoulder, smiling meekly.

“It’s different, so it’s fun.”

“Everything is spinning except you right now, and you find it fun?”

“Yeah.”

Seowon stared intently at Junghoo’s face once more before blurting out.

“Don’t you feel like throwing up?”

It could be because he swallowed something strange, or it could be because the bed was spinning.

“I’m fine.”

Junghoo’s beaming smile was so pretty that Seowon was momentarily mesmerized. Little did he know it was a trap. The moment he let his guard down, Junghoo got into a perfect position. As the chest that had been awkwardly touching his back pressed firmly against him, Seowon blinked.

“Let’s just do it like this once.”

Junghoo smiled prettily and grabbed Seowon’s ankles. He spread his legs and pushed his hips in, creating a pose right before penetration, and at that moment, a gush of slick flowed out from behind him.

To think his body would react first before he’d even put it in.

After just a few experiences, he had come to anticipate what would happen when his penis pierced him from behind.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Seowon nodded his head, thinking that doing it at least once would be good for both Junghoo and himself.

As the blunt head of the penis poking at his rear began to part his entrance and push inside, Seowon’s legs twitched.

“Ugh.”

It was Seowon’s fault for pointing out the motel after leaving the villa specifically to avoid this. So, the head of the penis forcing open his barely-closed rear was not at fault, yet he felt strangely wronged.

His legs trembled and the tips of his feet curled outward due to the thick penis slowly advancing inside him.

“You have to relax.”

“I… I can’t.”

He knew he had to relax for it to enter more easily, but it wasn’t working. He had thought it would go in easily since his rear was fully loosened up, but the problem was that he couldn’t relax his body on the spinning bed. As his legs trembled, Seowon endured the feeling that his muscles were about to cramp and drummed on Junghoo’s thigh.

“Just force your way in like a brute.”

That’s the only way.

At Seowon’s harsh words, Junghoo raised his eyebrows as if to say sorry, and then.

“You can hit me as much as you hate me.”

He thrust his hips up powerfully.

“Ugh.”

Even knowing that just putting the head in wasn’t the easy part, he couldn’t stand the pain of it crushing and pushing its way inside, and he swallowed a scream. As he clawed at the innocent blanket, for a brief moment, he forgot where he was.

“I’ll wait until you feel okay.”

Junghoo’s voice was full of affection as he stroked Seowon’s face, but with the menacing situation down below, his words didn’t exactly land.

“If you’re really considering my situation right now…”

Seowon forced himself to lift his head.

“Just move.”

That was the best way for him to get used to it quickly.

“Ugh.”

He clung to the toilet and tried to heave up what was in his stomach, but nothing came out. Have you ever had sex on a rotating bed for over an hour? If you do, you reach a point where you can’t tell if the ceiling is spinning or if you are.

Along with that, the sex you thought you were getting used to becomes very different, and your stomach gets turned upside down. It was a vivid experience he had just personally gone through.

“Are you okay?”

Seowon, who was holding onto the sink, stood up and wiped his lips with water, then lifted his head. He chuckled at Junghoo’s fidgety reaction reflected in the mirror.

“At least tie your robe.”

He was pacing back and forth without even properly closing his bath gown, so his limp member was moving along with him.

It’s slapping against his thigh, slap, slap, doesn’t it bother him?

“Should I go buy some medicine?”

Seowon’s eyes moved up to meet Junghoo’s.

“It’s fine. It’ll get better with time.”

His stomach was upset from being on the spinning bed for several hours, so there was no medicine he could take for it anyway.

“Should I get you some warm water? Or maybe citron tea? Coffee?”

But it seemed Junghoo’s fussing wouldn’t calm down at all until he was better.

“In that case…”

He was acting like he would pluck the stars from the sky for him, so what could he do.

“Find the remote for me.”

Sex is sex, but he had to sleep, and he couldn’t possibly sleep on that thing.

Waking up from his sleep, Seowon reflexively checked beside him. He wondered where the person lying next to him with his eyes closed had gone, and at the same time,

‘He stripped me again.’

He confirmed both things at once: he noticed that despite having meticulously dressed before falling asleep, he could feel the texture of the blanket on his skin.

Seowon rubbed his eyes and got up. In a month it would be autumn, but the outside was still radiating sizzling heat, so the room felt subtly warm even with the air conditioner on.

“Yoo Junghoo.”

Noticing the state of his raspy throat, he covered it with his hand and cleared it with a cough. That didn’t make his voice return to normal, so Seowon grimaced and reached out his hand. His hand bumped against something on the nightstand, and when he grabbed it, he saw it was a glass of water.

Without even checking what was inside, he gulped it down, and the cool water refreshingly washed over the inside of his mouth before going down his throat.

“Where did this guy go.”

Seowon muttered, feeling his throat was much better, and got out from under the blanket. The guy who espoused the strange logic of stripping him naked but making sure to cover him with a blanket so he wouldn’t catch a cold was nowhere to be seen.

Finally getting out of bed, Seowon picked up his clothes, which were neatly folded on one side.

It had already been over a month since Yoo Junghoo started stripping his clothes off for the reason that he wanted to sleep while holding him, even if they weren’t doing anything.

As autumn approached, Seowon’s vacation was also coming to an end.

It meant the time to go back would soon be here.