Day 12: Communication

Call me darling again.

Hyunjin was convinced he was going insane.

Ever since he caught a glimpse of you under that bathhouse fog, his mind was infested with the thoughts of you. He was seeing you in his dreams every day and he hated himself for it because they were those demon dreams again. He was doing unspeakable things to you in his subconscious every night, but…

Call me darling again.

You seemed to like it when he touched you. You made delectable sounds of pleasure and pulled him close and kept saying ‘More’. You clearly couldn’t get enough of him as much as he was unable to get enough of you. He wanted that feeling to last forever. Wet. Hot. As irresistible as it could be. The most beautiful temptation.

Call me darling again.

‘Almost there,’ you were saying. ‘Almost there. I love you, my treasure. I want you. Call me darling again. Consume me. Eat me alive. Almost… there!!!’

But every single time, Hyunjin woke up right before he could figure out what ‘Almost there’ was. It was messing with his head big time because he was convinced the reality of the marital bed would be exactly like that. He was feeling too self-conscious about it, maybe irrationally so, but still…

Call me darling again.

He didn’t even know how he got there. He only became aware that he was at your door when he noticed his hand was rolled into a fist to knock on it.

“Yes?”

When Hyunjin peeked inside, he saw you by the little corner of your room again, seemingly waiting for him with a bottle of cognac this time.

“Can I come in?”

“Please, my lord. It’s an honor,” you stood up as he walked towards you, “I think I already know the answer, but still, would you like a drink?”

“Actually, yes. Thank you.”

Surprises. Little ones. Hyunjin seemed to have a lot of those lately. Contrary to his usual aloofness, he seemed almost… nervous that night.

“I recommend a piece of chocolate with this,” you pushed a saucer-like small plate in front of him, “It really elevates the t—”

“I saw you.”

You looked at him slightly confused when he interjected out of nowhere.

“Where, my lord?”

“At the bathhouse,” he spoke examining the patterns on the tablecloth. Looking you in the eye was simply going to cause him to combust, “Doing things… to yourself.”

“Oh.”

You didn’t even know what came over you that night. When he said darling right before he left the house, the tone of his voice, the smile he flashed for you then, the faint glimmer of mischief in his eyes… Something had shifted in you. You couldn’t stop thinking about what other beautiful expressions he was hiding from you the entire day. And when you finally surrendered to a blanket of warm water relaxing you to that extent, Hyunjin’s imagery insisted on clinging to your eyelids and refused to leave.

So you weren’t imagining things when you thought you heard Hyunjin’s voice in the vicinity that night. You wondered how long he was standing there and what exactly he saw.

“Did it… displease you?”

“No.”

“Then why the shadow on your beautiful face, my lord?” you gently touched his cheek, “Why are you frowning?”

He wasn’t frowning per se; this was just how his face manifested the sentiment of burning alive. Even the cold showers he frequently took didn’t seem to put it out. Even the cool evening breezes that brushed his hair were to no avail. He didn’t know himself why he brought it up. It wasn’t like he was expecting anything. In a momentary lapse of sanity, he just blurted out the only thought that occupied his mind as of late.

“Being husband and wife does not automatically grant one the power of reading their spouse’s mind, my lord,” you held his hand over the table, “You shouldn’t assume things. You need to talk to each other, even talk each other through things sometimes, and explore together. Marriage is a neverending journey of learning.”

He finally made eye contact with you, but the meaning hidden in his gaze wasn’t quite discernible. It could be interpreted as many things. A bit of sorrow, longing for something unknown, patches of impatience, and…

“It might be makeshift, but I’m still your wife. You ought to tell me what you desire. Openly.”

“And you are going to do it no questions asked?”

“Of course not. I shall tell you if I have my doubts about it, and you shall respect it, but it’s a two-way street.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning if you have doubts about what I ask of you, I shall respect it, too, and not insist.”

Hyunjin examined your hand on his for some time, then scooted closer to you.

“Then kiss me.”

If a bolt of lightning struck at that very spot at that very moment, it would have still been less shocking for you. The way he said it with so much intention… It painted Hyunjin in a completely different color in your eyes. All of a sudden, he felt ten times more manly than some self-proclaimed neighborhood machos you knew.

“My lord…”

“It’s Hyunjin,” he brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I’m your husband, darling.”

Your heart started beating in your ears when he uttered that word again. You could feel the blood rushing to your face and you wanted to ground to rip open and swallow you whole.

“Kiss me,” he started leaning into your face, “Just once.”

One kiss. It wasn’t like he was asking for something utterly unreasonable. What harm could possibly come out of it, right?

Everything. It could derail every single thing you thought you knew.

When you pressed your lips on his, you could swear you were able to feel his heartbeat within you. Crazy. Rabid. Dangerously escalating. But it wasn’t enough.

You took those perfectly plush pair of flesh in your mouth to feel him more. The more you moved your lips, the deeper he invaded you. You tasted the mixture of cognac and chocolate on his tongue, but Hyunjin tasted better than any alleged aphrodisiac. A natural kisser. A natural lover. Naturally passionate.

“I know your condition was that you wouldn’t lay with me,” he spoke with his eyes closed, “And I am not asking to, but I desire… I so desire to…”

You examined his face to figure out what he was trying to say so that you could help him get it out. He wanted something from you, but he was clearly embarrassed by it. You brazenly uttered the first thing that came to your mind.

“See my womanhood?”

“Not just that.”

He didn’t even hesitate when he said it. Not just that.

Then what the hell else?

Hyunjin poured a glass of cognac for himself and downed it in one go, clinging to the liquid courage to say something before he perished. When his insides burned like that, it allowed him much less space to overthink.

“I desire to watch you,” he confessed as he almost slammed the glass on the table, “Doing what you did the other night.”

You didn’t even know how to properly respond to that for it caught you so off guard. You could dare say no, but he was already stripping you with his eyes anyway.

“In front of you?”

“Yes. As your husband, it is my wish to watch.”

Hyunjin’s sudden audaciousness with his eyes ablaze like that… It didn’t simply arouse you.

It set your soul on fire.

You finished your own glass, and without saying anything, you gently grabbed his hand and stood up, guiding him to the bed with you. Every night you slept there, it felt so extravagantly big, but with Hyunjin right next to you, the size felt just right.

As you leaned against the headboard, Hyunjin crawled towards the middle of the bed and laid down on his side, propping up on his right elbow. You pulled the skirt of your dress up but refused to take your clothes off. Only your legs were naked up to your thighs, and the fabric of your dress was pooling between your legs.

“You can feel me under my skirt if you like.”

Hyunjin had dreamed about this for so long that he was having such a hard time believing this was indeed real. Clothed or not, it was still your most intimate part. Sensitive. Delicate. Probably tasted like heaven. And you were giving him permission to satisfy the maddening itch in his brain.

“R–Really?”

“You are curious, aren’t you?” you brushed his cheeks with your thumb, “Don’t be shy, handsome.”

“You think I’m… handsome?”

“Very much so,” you softly chuckled, “but I am sure you are already aware of this.”

“No woman has ever called me that before.”

“That is just not true!”

“No, really,” he insisted, “I’m not lying.”

“Do you feel uncomfortable when I call you that?”

“No,” a smile threatened to cling to the corners of his mouth, “I–I like it very much.”

“Well, here is a little sermon for you,” you ran your fingers through his hair, “When a husband and wife are being intimate, they should call each other with loving addresses. It’s beautiful and makes the experience much more enjoyable.”

“Can I call you whatever I want?”

“As long as it’s loving,” you slowly reached for his hand and guided it between your thighs under your dress, “Touch. But don’t rush it.”

Hyunjin locked his eyes with you as his hand slowly disappeared under your skirt. He flinched in his place when his fingertips finally met the fabric of your undergarments. It felt warm to the touch. He instinctively started caressing you and while doing so, he noticed something out of the ordinary.

“It’s… getting wet,” he looked at you with inquisitive eyes, “Is that a good thing?”

You nodded.

Hyunjin’s slender fingers brushed against your inner thigh, and he inadvertently started silently groaning.

“Can I kiss this spot?” he very lightly squeezed the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh.

You nodded again.

He lowered himself to be on eye level with your core, still hidden behind your skirt. But your thighs… They were out in the open. To be kissed by him. His thumb was still caressing your pussy over your undergarments, staining the fabric more and more with the slick you were secreting. When he finally pressed his lips on your skin, it felt so electric that you jolted in your place.

“Darling,” he whispered against you, “Darling, you are… you are so…”

Kisses. Many of them. On your thighs. On your legs. Continuous friction on your pussy no matter how masked. You closed your eyes and started moaning.

“Does it feel good when I move my hand like that?”

“Mhm,” you contently sighed, “It feels just like the way you feel when you pleasure yourself.”

Hyunjin was flushed from head to toe already watching you from that up close, but your words somehow darkened the blush on his cheeks even more. You stopped his ministrations when he didn’t react and leaned into his face instead.

“You do pleasure yourself, right handsome?”

By then, you knew exactly what it meant when Hyunjin kept his silence. You held the hand he was caressing you with and brought it to your lips.

“When you are away from your lady, you might feel these urges creeping in. You have to know how to take care of yourself so that you won’t fall victim to temptation. Fidelity is one of the utmost virtues of a true man.”

You pecked the fingers he was rubbing you with and then stole another kiss from his full lips. You looked right into his eyes when you asked the question that nudged him towards insanity a bit more.

“Would you like me to teach you?”

It was obvious how he was dying to say yes, but he was simply unable to utter that hardest fucking syllable of the language. You stroked his cheek with the back of your fingers and gave him an easy way out.

“Kiss me if you want me to.”

Immediately. With no hesitation. Yes, that kiss pleaded. Yes. A thousand times yes.

“You can ask your lady to do this for you, too,” you pulled him towards the headboard, “It is not solely to be enjoyed when you are alone.”

You started to leisurely unbutton his shirt. It was actually kind of cute how nervous he seemed.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him with a soothing voice, “It’s just you and me. There is nothing to be ashamed of.”

You peeled the silk layer that hid him from you and what you saw was utterly mesmerizing even under those flickering candlelights. You gently pushed his chest for him to lay down, and Hyunjin was unable to look away from you the entire time as if he was hypnotized. You proceeded to take his trousers off, and soon enough, he was bare for you. In all his glory. Impossibly gorgeous.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I feel very privileged to see you like this,” you smiled at him, “Did you know you are beyond beautiful?”

“Did you know beauty is in the eyes of the beholder?” Hyunjin placed a kiss on your hand. You couldn’t help the giggle you let out.

“Now close your eyes. Get comfortable,” you instructed him, “Do you happen to think about impure things every once in a while?”

“I–I know I shouldn’t but—”

“It’s okay. We are not fully in control of our thoughts, after all. They might occasionally pop into your mind,” you spoke almost in a whisper, “You will need those when you are by yourself anyway.”

You took his hand and wrapped it around his girth, demonstrating a rhythmic motion to repeat.

“Caress yourself,” you laid down next to him and started speaking into his ear, “Now tell me. What are you thinking about?”

Hyunjin’s breathing started getting heavier when you came that close. He wasn’t in pain, but those moans were just forcing themselves out of him. It felt strange. A nice kind of strange. Addictive almost.

“I think about… about you.”

“About me?”

“Yes.”

“How so?”

You lightly squeezed him over his hand, urging him to do the same every once in a while. His precum had pooled around his slit so densely that one drop of it trickled down his length like an ice-filled glass sweating under a hot summer day.

“Your–Your silhouette…” he gulped thickly, “At the bathhouse.”

“Only that?” you pressed him for more details, “Don’t you ever think about doing things to me?”

Hyunjin was dying of embarrassment, but it felt incredibly good at the same time. His cheeks were flushed pink in a shade very close to the tip of his cock, and beads of sweat started appearing on his forehead.

“In my… dreams.”

“Do you see me in your dreams?”

“Yes.”

“What am I doing in your dreams?”

When you started stroking him faster, Hyunjin’s moans became louder. His chest was heaving much more frequently and you could see how tightened his balls were already.

“More,” he panted, “You say more to me.”

“Are you fucking me in your dreams?”

Shameless. You were absolutely shameless for wording it that way. Hyunjin had never heard this word uttered before, much less from a lady, and you were whispering it right into his ear like you wanted to murder him in cold blood.

“Yes!” he squeezed his eyes tighter as if he was in pain, “And it feels… it feels too good, but I can’t… I can never…”

Any skin-to-skin contact with you was already enough to blow his fucking mind, but when your fingers were wrapped around Hyunjin’s like that, guiding him, showing him what self-release looked like, of course it would cause him to rethink his entire existence. Of course it would make him want to commit fucking suicide in your hands.

“Why… Why does it feel—?”

“Tell me, gorgeous. What does it feel like?” you kissed his temple.

“I’m so lightheaded. I think… I think I’m going to faint.”

“No, you won’t. You are going to climax,” you smiled when his breathing got even more labored, “But not right away. Control it. Relish this feeling.”

You slowed his rhythm way down so that he could calm down a little. When his breathing became somewhat stable, you picked it up where you left off.

“The more you prolong it, the better it will feel,” you caressed his hair with your other hand, “You are doing great. You are doing perfect, gorgeous. A little more now.”

“Kiss me, darling,” he begged desperately almost like a prayer, “For the love of god, I’m so overwhelmed, please kiss me!”

You kissed him, but you weren’t about to give him everything at once. Every time you took his lips between yours, you slowed him down and only started stroking him again when you moved away.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

And finally, fucking finally you were able to see his true colors after edging him for that long. Hyunjin was clawing the bedsheets, on the brink of ripping them to pieces out of sheer frustration, and you couldn’t bring yourself to torture this beautiful man any longer.

“I will finish you now, okay?” you informed him with a calm voice that was the complete opposite of your fervent ministrations, “Always ask if you can ejaculate on your lady. It’s only polite. Show her how much you need her. Ask for mercy. It will elicit a definite yes if you plead.”

“Please,” Hyunjin snapped his eyes open and held onto you like he was holding on for dear life, “Please can I… God, PLEASE!!!”

“Yes,” you whispered into his ear, “A hundred times, a thousand times, yes.”

You swiftly made your way down on a whim and shoved his painfully hard cock down your throat. The second your tongue swiped against his skin, Hyunjin came so hard that he was almost knocked out of consciousness. You let him. You let him unload into your mouth as much as he wanted. You let him ride out the highest waves of pleasure, relishing his salty taste on your tongue all the while.

“Can I… I want to– for… for you.”

“Sleep now,” you placed a kiss on the crown of his head, “Maybe some other time.”

As you attempted to get up from the bed, Hyunjin mustered all the remaining strength left in his body and pulled you into his embrace.

“Into me.”

You let him. You let him hug you with his chest flush against your back and bury his face in the crook of your neck. You let him wrap his arms around your waist. You let him sleep on this bed with you that night.

“Good night, my night sky,” he sleepily mumbled into your ear.

You felt something tingle in your chest as if something sizzling hot splashed on it. A part of you felt joy, a part of you felt at peace, but another and much bigger part of you was incredibly confused. Almost guilty. Way to refuse to lay with him.

How fucking weak could you get? you castigated yourself.

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