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Salt and sun. That’s what summer tasted like to Kai.
Turquoise sky above and the jade sea below. From where he sat, the absence of clouds or boats made it look like a painting. His lifeguard chair on the beach was too high up, too close to the sun, and the umbrella was too small for him, so it left his toes out in the burning sunlight, no matter how much he tried to curl them into himself. It would definitely leave a sunburn through the multiple layers of sunscreen he had applied.
Kai sighed. There weren’t many people on the beach today. There was a family of four playing a few meters away to his right, not too far into the water, and he could hear the children’s screeches of joy over the gentle sound of the crashing waves. His shift at the station lasted for three more hours, and then he could go and finally get lunch with Taehyun at the employee lounge.
There was still three more hours left, and Kai was already bored out of his mind. He couldn’t even use his phone because the bright sunlight made it hard to read his screen. He was considering taking a break and getting a bottle of something cold, when he saw two figures walking through the resort gates into the white beach.
It was a man and a woman, the man wearing a plain black t-shirt and black knee-length shorts paired with loafers and black sunglasses, and the woman had a white beach cover-up, a big, camel sun hat shading most of her face. She had these lace-up sandals that Kai had definitely seen on one of the models he had met last weekend, and she walked through the fine sand wearing those difficult sandals with so much grace and confidence, that it made him pause.
They were a few meters to his right. Kai watched the woman wait with a hand on her hat as the man took her bag from her, spread out a towel and opened a beach umbrella for shade. Then she laid down on the towel, her face still covered by the shade as the man sat on the sand behind the umbrella, back stick straight and hands curled over his lap. They did not speak a word to each other. He seemed like a companion of some sort, maybe a bodyguard or a valet.
Kai knew that their resort was on the expensive side, and a few celebrities stayed over occasionally, but at this time of the year, it was mostly rich families and couples. It was rare to see someone lounging on the beach alone, important enough to carry a bodyguard with them. Taehyun learnt about new guests from the concierge, who was his friend, and he usually told Kai if there were any interesting guests checking-in; it was fun to discuss rich people and their peculiarities on their break time.
But he hadn’t heard anything about this woman. Kai watched her tilt her head to the side, large, cat-eye sunglasses framing her face, and her hat tipped back to reveal shoulder length pastel peach hair that fell all over her forehead. She sat up and put down her hat, undoing the tie on her waist and allowing the white cover-up to fall from her shoulders, sliding it off and tossing it behind her back.
Kai sat up a little straighter in his seat. The woman was wearing a black one-piece that clung to whatever little skin it covered, and when she twisted around for her bag, he noticed the non-existent back of the swimsuit, thin ropes of rhinestones stitching together the edges of the large keyhole cutout, glittering like diamonds under the bright sun. Then his eyes wandered lower and he saw little straps of something peeking out from the bottom of the swimming suit, barely covering anything of her ass.
The woman flipped over to lie down on her stomach, crossing her arms under her face. She had broad shoulders, lean biceps that she had rested her chin on, and a tiny waist. His gaze lingered upon the slight discoloration of the space between her legs and ass, and it led straight to the insides of her thighs. Kai averted his eyes. He had been staring for too long. He felt like a creep.
There were a lot of beautiful women that came to the beach, and Kai had seen all types of beautiful women. But maybe it was the glittering stones on her back, or the way that she hadn’t opened her mouth once, or maybe it was the way the swell of her ass glowed with some sort of oil as she sunbathed. There was something about her that made him want to get closer.
Kai sighed. It was the stupid hormones and all the heat getting to his head. He really needed a drink, but there was still a couple of hours left of his shift.
“Come down.”
Kai startled. He looked down at the voice, and the woman was looking up at him, her chin still resting on her bicep.
“I’m sorry?”
“I said, come down. I could feel your eyes on me from the time I stepped into the beach, and I want to talk to you.” The woman’s voice was quiet, a little raspy and nasally, and it sounded definitely masculine. She was clearly a few years older than him, and she had a voice you couldn’t help but listen to.
Kai could feel himself turning red, his ears burning with shame instead of the sun. He climbed down from his post and stood in front of her, clasping his hands in front of his stomach. “I apologize for making you uncomfortable ma’am. If you want, I could get someone else here in my place instead?” His head was downcast; he couldn’t look into her eyes.
The woman laughed. It sounded as soft as she looked. “What did you call me?”
Kai looked up at her confused. “Ma’am?”
The woman still had her sunglasses on, and her full, pink lips were curved up in a smile. She sat up on the beach towel and leaned back on her hands, knees bent and head twisted towards Kai. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
Kai really did not need a complaint against him by someone who seemed important enough to know the owner of the hotel. “My name is Kai, ma’am,” he sighed. There was no point in lying.
“How old are you, Kai?”
“Eighteen.”
There was a pause, and the woman drew her knees to her chest. “And do you beguile the guests at the beach on purpose by walking around without a shirt, Kai?”
The boy stammered for a second, mind flailing for an answer. He didn’t know if he should be relieved with the question. The woman said it in the same quiet tone she had used the whole time, as if she was just asking for the time. “Um, that’s not my intention, ma’am. It just, uh, takes time to remove my clothes every time I get into the water.”
The smile on her face widened. “Will you do me a favor, Kai?”
“Of course, ma’am. I am really sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
She brushed it off with a non-committal wave. “Will you get me one of those big body towels from the restroom I saw earlier?”
Kai let out a deep breath. He wasn’t in trouble. This was something he could do. “Of course! I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
The trip to the bathroom wasn’t long, he had to trudge through the sand to exit the beach, and then walk towards the recreation center where Taehyun worked. It was a handmade wooden shed with plastic palm leaves hanging from the roof. They rented all sorts of beach items for the guests, and it also worked as a makeshift bar.
When Kai walked in the shack to go to the washroom, Taehyun wasn’t in and the bar was empty. He was probably at the back, in the kitchen. So he entered the restroom, opening the closet to take one of the large white towels they kept.
Kai shut the door of the cupboard and turned to leave, but the woman from the beach was there, hands falling to her sides, legs at an angle. He noticed how she was a little shorter than him, but not by much. She had removed her sunglasses and the shape of her eyes were wide on her narrow face, eyelids glittering with eyeshadow, as if she had carried a little bit of the sunlight inside with her.
She took a step forward, and Kai’s eyes drifted down the curve of her throat to her chest and the slight swell of her breasts. The tight black material made it hard to look anywhere else. Then there was miles of bare leg. She was definitely one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on.
Kai’s eyes snapped back to her face, breaking his own train of thought. There was a small smile tugging at her lips. “Do you know how to fuck, Kai?”
The lifeguard almost dropped the towel he had been clutching. “W-what?”
The woman took a step forward, sliding the strap of her swimsuit off her shoulder. “I asked if you know how to fuck. Are you a virgin?”
Kai quickly shook his head no. “No I’m not a virgin, but, uh, why me?”
The woman smiled, tucking the pastel hair behind her ear. “That delicious tan and the adorable freckles on your shoulders and stomach. I had to get a taste of your skin.”
It was said so simply, Kai almost brushed it off as a fact. Then he looked down at himself and realized he still wasn’t wearing a shirt. He looked up at her. “What about the man who came out with you?”
“Soobin?” She smiled. “He’s my guard. I told him to stay away.”
“I don’t even know your name, ma’am.” It was the last hesitation that had been bothering him, the last one to clear off before he let himself indulge.
The woman took another step forward, till there was barely any space left between them. She took one of Kai’s palms and pressed it to the space between her legs. It was hot, hard. Kai gasped.
“I’m Yeonjun,” she whispered into his ear. “And I’m a man. You don’t need to call me ma’am.”
Kai was about to apologize again, but Yeonjun pulled him down by the neck to kiss him instead.
Yeonjun’s lips tasted like lip gloss and salt. His tongue was warmer than Kai’s and he ran it over his lips, licking it open and grazing it against his teeth. Yeonjun’s open mouth and wet kisses tasted like spit, alcohol and something musky, a lot different from anyone else Kai had ever tasted. The people he had kissed before had always been sweet, dipped in syrup. But Yeonjun wasn’t sweet. He was warm and bitter.
Kai dropped the towel behind him and slid his hands down to Yeonjun’s tiny waist, slowly pulling him towards the closest wall.
Yeonjun’s kisses seared like a harsh sunburn. They left Kai hurting and wanting more. He pressed him cautiously to the wall, but, with surprising strength, Yeonjun flipped him around and slammed him into the wall instead. “Why were you staring at me, sweetheart” Yeonjun asked, trailing kisses along the soft stubble on Kai’s jaw, moving down till he reached his collarbones, biting down to leave faint red marks.
“You’re so hot,” Kai mumbled out, eyes closing at the feeling of Yeonjun’s warm tongue cleaning the sweat off the divots of his collarbones.
Yeonjun paused for a moment and laughed. “You found a thirty-four-year-old man who enjoys cross-dressing hot?”
Something hot and desperate burned in Kai’s stomach. He had been with older partners, but they had been, at maximum, a couple of years older than him. Nothing had come close to the sixteen-year difference between him and the man he had found on the beach.
“Your ass…” Kai trailed off, hands dropping from his waist to cup at Yeonjun’s ass cheeks. They were firm, firmer than anyone else Kai had ever felt up, and it did not stretch with loose skin. He gave it an experimental squeeze. “You’re just really hot.”
Yeonjun chuckled, and it was as quiet and warm as the rest of him. “You already said that, sweetheart.” His palms brushed the shiny spit off his neck and circled Kai’s nipples. He pressed his pelvis against the younger boy, moving around till their cocks aligned against each other. He pushed against it, looking up at Kai with something dark in his eyes.
Kai gasped, and he could feel his cock throb at the sensation, already hardening in his swimming trunks. “It was worth mentioning again.”
“Look at you,” Yeonjun tutted, fingers carding through the younger boy’s matted hair. He hadn’t taken a shower yesterday, and the moisture and salt in the beach air had shrunk his naturally straight hair into frizzy curls. It was a light shade of brown, partially from dye and partially from the hours he spent under the harsh sun daily. “Look at you, so precious and soft and eager.” His hands brushed over Kai’s belly button, and then yanked the soft, dark hair right below it.
Kai jumped, fingers curling around the wrist that had pulled the hair. “Ow,” he pouted, eyebrows straightening into a line, sighing.
“So soft and sensitive and perfect,” Yeonjun whispered, eyes a little hazy.
The younger man blushed, hands going back to Yeonjun’s waist, pulling him closer. His sighs slowly turned into a whine when Yeonjun kept staring at his stomach.
Yeonjun’s eyes snapped back to his face. “Aw, does the baby want hands on his pretty cock?”
Kai nodded vigorously, thumbs sliding under the bottom of Yeonjun’s swimsuit to feel at the smooth, firm skin. He looked up for permission. Yeonjun’s dark eyes made him feel a lot smaller than he was.
The older man smiled again, as if he was endeared by Kai’s actions. He slipped a hand under his swimming trunks and pressed two fingers on his cock over his boxers, moving it as slow as he could on his length till he reached the wet tip.
Kai let out another whine, softer this time. He wasn’t used to going slow. He always finished things as quickly as possible, especially when it came to sex with strangers in a bathroom.
But Yeonjun took his own sweet time, leaving the younger man gasping, his heart almost bursting out of his throat with how horny he was getting. When the wet spot on Kai’s boxers got slick enough to stick to his skin, Yeonjun hooked a thumb around both his boxers and swimming trunks and pulled down, exposing his fully-hard cock to the warm air of the bathroom.
Yeonjun slid down to his knees in front of him. Kai had his back pressed against the cool marble wall, and his fists clenched around nothing, eyes tightening shut as he felt the older man’s hot breath on his exposed cock. “Pleasepleaseplease,” he chanted, hips rutting into the empty air on its own.
Yeonjun pressed his hips down with his fingers, and finally, finally wrapped his mouth around Kai’s length.
The insides of Yeonjun’s mouth was so soft and warm. His tongue moved like a finger on the underside of his dick, and Kai almost passed out when he felt the tip of his cock hitting the soft tissues at the back of Yeonjun’s throat.
Kai looked down at the bobbing head below him. Yeonjun’s peach hair was tied into a loose bun, light pink strands messily falling all around his face. His lips were pinker than when he had first seen them, almost a red, and they were wrapped around his cock. Kai knew he was on the bigger side, but when Yeonjun moved Kai’s dick to the back of his throat, he did not gag or choke once. He could feel his cock pulse inside Yeonjun’s mouth, and he held it back, carding his fingers into Yeonjun’s hair instead.
“’M…si—Yeonjun, stop, or I’ll cum,” he stammered, fingers pulling his head back.
Yeonjun slid off with a wet smack, looking up at him with that same endeared smile on his face. “You can call me sir if you want, or ma’am if you like that more.”
There was certain sense of authority coloring Yeonjun’s voice that made Kai want to obey every word he said. But as he watched him on his knees in front of him, lips red and wet because he had been sucking cock, the idea of listening to what he said seemed stupid.
“Yeonjun is fine,” Kai whispered.
Yeonjun nodded and stood up. “Okay, I changed my mind. Refer to me as sir. Just because I was on my knees for you doesn’t erase the fact that I am a lot older than you.”
Kai felt the blush rise to cheeks again. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
Kai whined again. “You said we are going to be fucking, sir,” Kai huffed. He was already getting too restless, his cock achingly hard and hanging between his legs.
Yeonjun raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m right here, sweetheart. Take me if you want to.”
Kai kissed Yeonjun again, and this time it was a little more familiar. His hands moved to pull down Yeonjun’s swimsuit from his shoulders, but he stopped him with a shrug. The older man bent down and unclasped it from between his legs, dragging it up till it pooled just below his pectoral muscles.
The younger man’s eyes drifted down and he realized that the little straps that had been peeking out from under his bathing suit had been a black high-waisted jock strap that neatly tucked his dick away. It was straining against the material, and Kai watched it twitch.
“Can I touch,” he asked, voice hushed as if he was whispering a secret.
Yeonjun grabbed his chin and dragged him down for a kiss, pushing his tongue against his as he guided a palm with his empty hand to press against his crotch. It was a lot wetter than it had been last time he had touched, when he had first felt it through the swimsuit.
“What a polite boy,” Yeonjun laughed, voice low in his throat as Kai slid the material of the underwear down to his thighs. The older man’s dick was a lot smaller than his, but the skin was a lot darker, a shade darker than the discoloration of the creases of his thighs. He was completely smooth, hairless everywhere. “Polite while serving guests and polite while touching cock.”
Kai did not reply. Instead, he cupped his palms below the older man’s thighs and picked him up, turning them around to press him against the wall again. “Oh, and strong too!” Yeonjun exclaimed, steadying himself by putting his hands on Kai’s chest.
“Put your fat cock in me, sweetheart,” he whispered in Kai’s ear when he felt the tip of the cock pressed against his hole, and Kai was about to do just that, when he was painfully reminded of the lack of lubrication.
“Fuck, I don’t have any lube with me. Do you want to wait? I can just pop into the rec center and find something, or we can find some soap—”
Yeonjun let out a deep sigh, and slid down the wall, allowing the length to slide into him, his lips falling open in a lewd moan, his eyes tight shut.
Kai gasped out loud. Yeonjun wasn’t as tight as he had expected him to be, but he was so, so warm, and the lack of anything made it easier to feel every ridge of his insides. Whatever sweat that they shared between their bodies gathered in the place where Yeonjun’s hole clenched around Kai’s cock, making the tight heat a little more bearable.
The younger man wanted to move, but it was hard, a little too suffocating over his length. So he rocked them back gently, sliding his hands on Yeonjun’s sweaty waist till he felt his dick grow wetter.
“Kai, baby, sweetheart, I need you to move,” Yeonjun looked up at him, biting down on his fat bottom lip as he tried to hold his groan in. “My back is going to start hurting soon.”
“Old man,” Kai smirked.
“What does fucking an old man and enjoying it say about you then, sweetheart?” Yeonjun asked, eyes lit up in amusement.
“It says that I’m kinky,” Kai replied, and before Yeonjun could say anything else, he shifted his hips back and thrust in. He felt Yeonjun’s palms tighten, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders as he let out a long moan.
As his thrusts picked up, he bent down to swallow every single one of the moans that spilled from Yeonjun’s lips, biting down on his bottom lip when he felt the older man clench around him. At this distance, Kai noticed the makeup covering the gentle laugh-lines that creased around his mouth, and the glitter that had dripped down to his cheeks with the sweat, making his whole face shimmer. Yeonjun’s eyes were ridiculously wide, the downturned edges almost touching the sides of his face, the waterline shining white. He also noticed the little, white scar just below his right nostril, and how it wiggled every time he moved his mouth.
The younger man bent down to kiss it, and Yeonjun smiled up at him. His hands went to the back of Kai’s neck, and his fingers pulled on the short hair there.
Kai slowed his thrusts, hands sliding down to pull Yeonjun’s cheeks apart, moving him further up on the wall. The muscles in his thigh had started to ache and the joints of his thumbs were cramping up from holding Yeonjun up. So he gently dropped the older man till he found his footing on the floor. Kai groaned, frustrated, his fingers digging into his waist.
Yeonjun looked up at him, wrapping his arms around Kai and hooking one leg around his waist, allowing the length in him to hit at a different angle. He reached up to Kai’s ear, clamping down on the lobe with his lips and licking at the edge.
“You feel so good in me, sweetheart,” Yeonjun started whispering, his voice low, scratchy and strained. “So big and full. I can feel everything, I feel your dick in my stomach, baby, ah, right there, you go so deep. You’re so big and strong, chest wide enough to cum on, so perfect for me. I bet if I allowed you to gag on my cock, you would say, ‘thank you, sir,’ and swallow everything, like the good boy that you are for me. Kai, my pretty boy, take—ah, ah, ah, right there, please don’t stop, faster—”
Kai came loudly with a groan, which he buried into Yeonjun’s shoulder. He watched with his hazy eyes and spinning head: Yeonjun giving his own cock a few last tugs before spilling between their stomachs, the spray of his cum surprisingly cool on their warm, sweaty skin.
They stayed unmoving for a few moments, catching their breaths, and then Kai moved to slide out of Yeonjun, turning him around and spreading his ass again to watch the small, pitiful dribbles of cum slide down the hairless wrinkles of his crack.
Kai stared quietly, hands still as he blew air over the thick liquid. Yeonjun let out a small whine, twisting to move his hole away from Kai’s mouth, and Kai allowed him, watching him go up to the counter with the sinks and pick up a hand towel. He watched him face the mirror and bend, his hands wiping the mess from between his legs and over his stomach.
The younger man went over to help, but just as he was about to reach out to touch, there was a knock on the doors of the restroom.
“Hello, is this occupied?”
Kai whipped his head up towards Yeonjun, his eyes widening in horror. He recognized the voice; it definitely belonged to Taehyun. He was probably here for his daily clean-up and towel refill.
Yeonjun shook his head at Kai and dropped the dirty towel he had been holding into the bin. “Yes, just a second! I was changing. I’ll be out in a minute.” His voice was calm, but loud enough to be heard outside. It didn’t sound like he had a cock up his ass a few minutes ago.
“Oh, no problem, sir! Take as much time as you need,” Taehyun called out, his voice already fading as he walked away.
Kai let out a deep sigh and slid down to one of the shower benches. The marble was too cold on his bare ass, so he wiped off his sticky, flaccid cock, propped it up to one side and pulled up his shorts.
When he looked up, Yeonjun already had his swimsuit clasped at the bottom, and his pastel hair was open and neatly flattened behind his ears. He walked up to Kai’s sitting figure, and gently carded his slender finger through his matted hair, leaning down to leave a soft kiss on his forehead.
Kai’s chest ached at the difference between the way that he had touched him before and the way he touched him now. It was almost as if the harsh burn of Yeonjun’s nails digging into his skin had been healed by washing off the salt and the sun. But Kai liked the feeling and the taste of heat on his body. He did not want to wash it away just yet.
“Can I see you again?” Kai asked, his voice soft and eager as he looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
Yeonjun swallowed and the younger man watched his Adam’s apple bob in his slim throat. “I’m not sure, sweetheart. I’m only here for two more days, and I still have to meet some people for some business. I would love to see you again, but…” Yeonjun trailed off. He did not explicitly state that he did not have time for Kai anymore, but Kai understood anyways.
So Kai nodded, allowing the hope to die from his heart. He felt Yeonjun’s thumb trace the outline of his lips, and the ghost of a final, burning kiss on his cheek, before he quietly unlocked the door and walked out.
Kai sat there, looking down at his clasped palms till he heard the door open again. He looked up, his eyes wary. It was Taehyun.
Taehyun, like the angel that he was, spotted the pile of crumpled tissues scattered around the bin and the red marks on Kai’s shoulders and chest, and immediately understood what had happened. He shook his head in disappointment and asked Kai to tell him what was wrong while he cleaned the rest of the bathroom.
Kai told his best friend everything, drawing his knees to his chest as he looked down at his red, sunburnt toes in the flip-flops he had been wearing.
“So you’re telling me, you just had unprotected sex with The Choi Yeonjun against the wall of our hotel bathroom?” He furiously scrubbed the floor with a mop, quickly swiping the area around Kai’s feet as he looked down at him with his big eyes.
“You keep saying ‘The Choi Yeonjun,’ like I’m supposed to know who he is.”
“But you do know who he is. We were literally at his store last weekend before the party, and you even bought that fancy grey tie from there.”
Kai gasped, sitting up straight. “Wait, you’re telling me he works at Run Up?”
“Not works at, he’s the heir who inherited the company, and everything else under Choi and Parkers. But he does design their clothes sometimes.” Taehyun paused his mopping, his eyes narrowing at Kai. “Isn’t he supposed to be, like, somewhat old though?”
Kai could feel his ears turn red, and he couldn’t look up at Taehyun’s judging eyes. “He’s only thirty-four.”
“Thirty-four?” Taehyung exclaimed.
Kai held his hands up. “In my defense, he looked nothing like thirty-four. His swimsuit was skin-tight, and everything was so smooth.”
Taehyun scoffed. “Pervert. Didn’t expect you to be into older men. Did he pay you?”
Kai squinted at him, cheeks puffing. “No, he was just hot. But anyways, why didn’t you tell me he was staying here? I thought we had a deal to exchange weird guest stories.”
Taehyun put on an extra pair of gloves and started clearing out the bins. “I only got to know today morning, he checked-in yesterday evening. I was going to tell you at lunch. How was I supposed to know you would fuck him two minutes after spotting him on the beach?”
Kai rolled his eyes. He knew Taehyun was being mean, but there was no bite behind his words. “Whatever. Why is he at Ibiza anyways?”
“I heard from Leena that his first store was here, the one we went to that day. And he likes the hotel experience, so he doesn’t stay at home.”
“Everyone seems to know a lot about him,” Kai grumbled.
“You would too, if you heard about the number of crying bell-boys and pretty lifeguards that were spotted leaving his room every time he stayed here.”
Kai looked up, curious. “Why did they cry?”
Taehyun shrugged. “He always told them he never wanted to see them again.”
Kai frowned.
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It was exactly a week later and Kai was working the desk of the rec center instead of Taehyun, when he heard the door jingle as someone stepped into the shed.
Kai didn’t look up, stapling the last few bills at the register. “Welcome to The Surfer’s Bar, please let me know if—”
“Kai.”
It was that same scratchy voice he had almost forgotten, calling out his name. Kai snapped his head up, and it was Yeonjun, standing at the door with the evening sunlight hitting his shoulders and back. He was wearing navy blue corduroy shorts and a simple blue-and-white striped shirt, two buttons undone, revealing a lot of his chest and a couple of thin, gold chains. His pastel peach hair was tied in a half-ponytail, the end of his hair cutely swaying in the wind. His hands were stuck into the pockets of shorts, and his feet shuffled as he decided whether to stay in or not.
Kai hadn’t moved a bit. He was wearing his red swimming trunks without a shirt again, the same thing he had been wearing last week. “Yeonjun,” he sighed out into the stagnant late summer air.
The said man came closer, his jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed at Kai. “You,’ he started, breathing out loudly through his mouth. “You.”
“Me?”
Yeonjun walked forward, curling a hand around his neck and pulling him in to connect their lips. Kai almost stumbled back into the register, but the hand on his shoulder kept him in place.
If anyone else was around, Kai would have had to push the older man off him, but the shack was completely empty, so he melted into Yeonjun’s soft lips, sighing as he felt his tongue trace his curved lips. He still tasted like lip gloss, salt and musk. It was so achingly familiar, it made Kai smile into the kiss.
“I thought you left last week…” he tried to say, but Yeonjun cut him off by pulling him over the counter. Kai hopped over it, placing his legs on either side of Yeonjun’s body. The counter was a little high up, and Kai was now almost a whole head taller than Yeonjun, but he still felt like he was floating with Yeonjun’s warm body against his bare chest.
“I did, but I came back. You were crowding my thoughts every night. I had to see you again,” Yeonjun sighed, shaking his head slightly as Kai perked his head up with a huge, silly smile on his face. “Had to see you again, puppy.” Yeonjun carded his thin fingers through Kai’s soft curls.
The younger man giggled at the touch, his fingers trailing down Yeonjun’s neck. “I can add ‘helping the elderly,’ to my list of good deeds, then.”
Yeonjun rolled his eyes, pinching the younger’s thigh till he yelped, knocking the back of his knee to the counter. “I missed you,” he pouted, throwing his arms over Yeonjun’s shoulders. “At least leave your number for the next time you have to leave. I can send you cute pictures of my dick when I’m thinking about you.”
There was a pause in which Kai had thought he had overstepped, and he was already curling his arms, drawing them back into his body, but Yeonjun’s grip on his waist tightened instead, not allowing him to move. “I’ll be sure to leave my number this time, sweetheart.”
Kai watched Yeonjun’s smile grow slowly, his eyes flitting between the different points of Kai’s face, his forehead, his chin, his cheeks, his nose, his lips, before finally settling on his eyes.
Salt and summer. That’s what summer tasted like to Kai. And now, that’s what Yeonjun tasted like too: the salt of the dried sea on his face and the shimmering heat of the sun on his skin. Yeonjun tasted like his summer.
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