This time Cheol had other plans. Almost the moment that he walked in the door, he picked up the backpack he used for his carry-on, having already packed it with everything that he knew he would need, and headed back out of the dorms. FX and Hyunwoo had been the only members in the living room, making them the only ones to see him make his quick exit without so much as a word. Of course they could guess exactly where he was going, but his haste and silence did come as a slight surprise to them. They had actually expected him to ask if he could invite her over, knowing that he had missed her during their overseas excursion. Honestly, a few of the other members had missed having her around, as well. Not in the same way of course, but they had started enjoying her presence in the dorms.
She was kind and friendly and a bit like having an older sister around. She helped with meals and was always happy to help with something if they asked. Cheol sometimes stepped in, whisking her away for a few moments of privacy, but all of the members were starting to have things they liked having her around for even if it was just an ear to vent to or an eye to appreciate their latest hobby.
FX had opened his mouth to say something as he saw Cheol stride determinedly through the room, bag slung over one shoulder, but he paused when he saw the look on his face and missed his chance to say anything.
“Is he going somewhere?” Hyunwoo poked his head up from behind the handheld console he was playing with on the couch after the door clicked shut behind their leader.
“Yeah,” FX sighed. “I’m guessing he won’t be back tonight either.”
His tone was slightly disapproving as he replied. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand, but Cheol’s impatience seemed reckless and the fact he hadn’t even said a word told him that, somewhere deep down, Cheol knew it was and dodging having to justify himself. Hopefully he had at least let Claire know he was coming over.
Chapter 8
It had started raining not long after Cheol left and the heavy drops plunked on the windows of the cab as he rode the short distance to her apartment. He was glad he had taken the precaution upon taking note of the heavy, steel grey clouds overhead. Impatiently he tapped his thigh as he sat in the back seat, his mind already high up in the tower of her apartment block. A quick dash through the rain and he was at the entryway to her building. He was grateful he had asked her for the code a couple of weeks ago so he could actually surprise her. He hadn’t mentioned when their flight back was arriving, just that he would be back today. It only occurred to him in the elevator that she might, somehow, not be home when he got there.
He knocked on her door, his heart pounding in his ears as he listened for signs of her presence on the other side of the door. His entire body tensed as he heard the click of the door opening. Her surprised face peeked out from behind the door as if she didn’t quite believe what she was seeing.
“Cheol…” She murmured as she stepped back to let him inside.
“애인[10],” He whispered, dropping his bag and his shoes with great haste before hefting her into his arms.
“I didn’t know if you’d be able to come today,” She wrapped an arm around his neck to secure herself as he carried her.
“I wanted to surprise you,” He admitted. “I’ve been thinking of all the things I wanted to do with you when I got back.”
“Oh?” She asked, even as she saw him lean in to kiss her. His lips connected with hers and she could feel his breath let out a sigh. He slowly put her down, her body sliding down his as he kept his lips eagerly nibbling on hers.
“There is something I’ve been wanting to do,” He confessed in a groan as he moved his lips over her cheek and towards her ear. “Do you trust me?”
“Wha—” She managed before her breath caught in her throat at the feel of the tip of his moist tongue caress the shell of her ear. His breath was warm and damp against her skin.
“애인[11], do you trust me?” He groaned softly again, his hands running over the contours of her waist and hips. She pulled back to read his face, her eyes searching for something, though she wasn’t sure exactly what. Desire painted every feature of his face, barely restrained, as he waited for her reply.
“Yes, 자기야[12],” She purred, deciding that she did as she felt the words escape her lips. Her acceptance broke the floodgates in him that had held him in check.
“One minute,” He muttered, letting go of her momentarily. To her surprise and confusion, her eyes followed him as he moved over to the window to relocate the breakfast bar and two stools against another wall in the room before grabbing the throw from the back of the loveseat and spreading it on the floor. He returned, turning her so that she was facing away from him as he walked her to the window, its night scape view obscured by the rain streaked water droplets on its surface. He nuzzled her neck from behind her as his hands found the fastenings of her jeans. With deft fingers, he opened them and slid his fingers inside, along the line of the now loosened waistband. Hooking his fingers in the belt loops, he slowly slipped them down her legs. Cheol knelt behind her as he completely pulled off first one leg then the other, pressing a flutter of kisses against her legs as he did.
Claire steadied herself with her palms against the window, closing her eyes to focus on the feel of his presence behind her. She could hear the jingle of his belt and the shush of the thick fabric of his jeans as he removed them before he returned to touching her. As he pressed himself against her back, he buried his face where the back of her neck met her loosely braided hair. A hand reached forward, snaking up inside her loose t-shirt to trail along the underside of her bra. She could feel him crouch slightly to get the angle right as he used his other hand to pull her hips back so that her butt was pressed against the front of his hips. His excitement and anticipation was obvious through the thin layers of their underwear which still separated them.
“I thought of you here every night I was gone,” He revealed with a hoarse whisper. “I thought of you alone in this apartment looking out at the city and I wanted to be there looking at this with you.”
She groaned and felt her legs going weak just at the sound of his voice against her neck. When his hand slipped under the cotton of her panties at her hip and began to slide along her stomach they threatened to give out, making her stumble in place, steadied by his arm around her ribs. Lowering them both to their knees, he removed both layers of their underwear, keeping her propped against the cool glass of the window.
“I wanted to put my hands on you as we looked out at the city together,” He continued as he threaded the fingers of one hand in between hers on the glass and used the other to hold her hips as he curled his body completely against hers from behind. “I want us to think of this every time we look out at Seoul. I want to remember how this feels. Every. Time.”
He punctuated the last with gentle nips to her shoulder. He repositioned himself slightly, sliding his erection into the space at the top of her thighs without entering her. She was already damp, leaving a slick trail on him as he nestled himself between her thighs.
“Open your eyes,” He coaxed softly, moving himself back and forth slowly.
“I don’t know if…aaaaaaahh,” She gasped, voice unsteady, unable to finish her sentence coherently. Her whole body felt as tight as a bow string, ready to snap. She forced her hazy eyes to open and take in the city as he thrust behind her, spreading the wetness between her thighs. His knees on either side of hers, kept her legs pressed together while his arms kept her in a position that would have made actually entering her difficult. The sensation teased her, making her fight slightly against his grip to change their position.
“Just keep your eyes open,” He urged again, his own voice getting breathier as he sped up slightly. She did, though her eyes felt watery and unfocused, seeing more of the pattern of the raindrops as they refracted the lights, than the city behind them. His rhythm became slightly unsteady and he had to let go of her hand to hold her body more tightly as he moved, his breath coming in heavy huffs against the side of
her face. He suddenly gasped, his hips twitching and his arms becoming vices around her hips and torso.
His legs became weak in the aftermath and he pulled her back with him as he sat back on the throw covered floor to catch his breath. His pants and her long whining breath mixed with the sound of the heavy rain hitting the window of the apartment.
“Just one minute,” He huffed against her temple. She wasn’t going to argue, though her need was still pooled in her stomach, not yet satisfied. He did recover after a moment and dashed quickly to the bathroom to get a small hand towel to clean them both off with. She was still a mess of nerves when he spread her thighs to wipe the mess he had left behind away. The texture of the towel as he gently wiped the slick liquids they had both made brought back her arousal causing her to arch slightly into him. She gripped his forearm and let out a moan before catching herself. He was done and it was only their first time. She felt like even her teeth were on edge, but it would fade. She just needed a few minutes.
He knew he had been selfish, indulging in that fantasy, but the urge had been so strong and the image of it had been in the back of his mind for days. It was his first time and he knew he hadn’t lasted long and that he would have lasted even less time if he had actually gone all the way. After he finished cleaning away most of the residue he had left, he gathered his strength to pick her up and deposit her on the loveseat half a meter away. He might have taken care of himself first, but he had a plan and, frankly, his fantasies hadn’t ended there.
She tried to sit up in her place on the loveseat, clenching her knees together uncomfortably and shifting where she sat, pulling at her t-shirt to cover herself some.
“No, come here,” He sat on the floor in front of her and pulled her hips to the edge of the cushion putting one of her legs over each shoulder. He could smell her as he drew close. Using one hand to hold her in place, he ran the other up her body, pushing her shirt higher to expose her pale stomach. He kissed his way up her inner thigh to the entrance of her body, which he had studiously avoided in his earlier activity. His eyes glanced up over her body to her look at her face. Hooded eyes looked back at him and her lips were slightly parted. Just the look on her face was like a shot to his heart.
“I, ummm,” He started, leaning his head against her thigh. “I haven’t done this before so just let me know if I…or if you like something…”
She nodded, letting him cease stumbling awkwardly over finding the right words. She felt him smile and could see it briefly wrinkle his eyes before he turned his attention back to furthering his exploration of her body.
Claire closed her eyes and let one hand move to twine in the blond mop of hair nestled in her thighs. Her eyes closed as he took a tentative first lap at her nether regions. It sent a shiver through her and she tightened her grip on his hair, instinctively pulling him closer. He took that as a good sign, making him bolder in his actions, more confident. He poked his tongue in along the inside of her lips, tasting along the whole length of her. She moaned as he reached the top, flicking her sensitive clit.
“There,” She groaned, giving him encouragement. He listened, using his tongue to rub small circles around that spot causing her whole body to spasm around him. He had never heard anything so arousing as the breathless sounds she made as he tasted her. She squirmed as his strong hands held her hips captive in their grip. He locked his lips around the small nub and gave it a firm suck causing her to cry out and lift her hips up, breaking his suction.
“Good sound?” He asked, slightly breathless as he repositioned her.
“Yes, very good,” She nodded. “Um, use your fingers inside as well…same time.”
He took the reaction and the instruction very well, sliding two fingers inside her and moving them in time with his tongue and lips. More prepared for her movements this time, he was able to keep contact with her even as she arched and twitched. She let go of his hair and instead gripped the couch cushion below her hips with both hands. She had been afraid she would accidentally rip out some hair as she felt her orgasm building. New or not, he learned quickly and listened to her, and the language of her body, well. Though he had started out with a little timidness, he had quickly abandoned it for his characteristic eagerness.
He could feel the muscles in her lower body begin to twitch as her breathing got faster. He felt the muscles inside her body clench and twitch around his fingers and looked up along her body to watch her orgasm overcome her. The tension filled her body and then seemed to leave in a rush, leaving her little more than a twitching mess on the love seat.
He pulled his face back and took his fingers out of her gently, but it still elicited another shudder from her. He wiped his face off with the shirt he was still wearing before getting up on his knees press a kiss to her lips. Her eyes were only half open and her jaw slightly slack as she blinked up at him.
“Was I ok?” He asked, laying his head on her still t-shirted chest. She couldn’t manage to gather herself enough to say something, but managed to nod weakly and drape an arm over him. The adrenalin was fading and she could feel a buzzing in her head and her limbs as she lay there, trying to recover. She felt her teeth start to chatter as her body started releasing the tension and tried clenching her jaw to keep it from making a sound, unsuccessfully.
“Are you cold?” Cheol sat up with a look of concern. She tried shake her head, but he already had her in his arms and was carrying her over to the bed to tuck her under the covers.
“It’s not because I’m cold,” She managed to say as he slid her onto the mattress and pulled the covers up around her.
“Hmmm?” He asked, sitting on the edge of he bed beside her.
“I’m not cold,” She said more firmly, though still still not managing to sound normal. “I just need a minute to recover.”
“Do you need something?” He asked, taking one of her hands in his.
“I wouldn’t say no to a little water.” She sighed. “There are some bottles of it on the shelves behind the first door in the hall.”
He stood up his bare backside visible where the hem of his shirt ended at about mid hip. It was a funny sight and she would have laughed if she had felt the strength. In the end it was perhaps better that she couldn’t, as having your girlfriend giggle at the first sight of your ass is not always a confidence booster. He brought back the bottle of water and helped her sit up to take a few sips before taking some for himself.
Now that she had been given a moment to let her nerves subside and her senses return to normal, it felt warm to be lying under the covers. Cheol was still sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at her hand in his. She scooted up and into a sitting position over his slight sound of protest. She ran a hand over his thigh and started to lift up his shirt, spying why she had suspected would be there. He was already ready for another round and maybe, if she asked nicely…
His ears turned pink and he pulled his shirt back down with an embarrassed look.
“What?” She asked him, snaking her other hand around and under his shirt to touch his lower back.
“It’s…sorry…I just…” He cleared his throat. “You can lie down for a while. I can wait.”
“Why?” She asked in a low voice, leaning back to pull off her own shirt over her head. Her eyes met his as she tossed the shirt onto the floor and reached back to unhook her bra, her last piece of clothing. His face went slightly blank as he looked at her naked breasts as she dropped the bra to the floor.
“You sure you want to?” He asked, trying his best to keep himself under control.
“Yes, but I need you to grab something from the bedside table over there,” She gestured to the one on the opposite side of the bed. Cheol stood up and walked around the end of the bed to look in the single drawer. He found a box of condoms there, as yet unopened.
“This?” He asked, his cheeks and ears turning a shade of red.
“Yeah,” She said as she folded the blanket down to the foot of the bed but leaving the sheet up a
nd tucked around her waist. “At least for now. I only started some birth control about two weeks ago so we should be careful.”
“I don’t mind,” He flipped the box around looking for the best side to open. He fumbled a bit but got it open and pulled out one of the little foil packets.
“Have you ever put one on before?” She asked, scooting toward that side of the bed.
“No,” Though the color had begun to fade from earlier, the pink shade returned to the tips of his ears.
“Come here,” She extended a hand to him, inviting him to join her in the bed. Nervously he crawled onto the bed and sat facing her on top of the bed sheet. He handed her the still wrapped condom and scooted a few centimeters closer to her. First, she leaned forward and finally divested him of the shirt he was still wearing for reasons she wasn’t sure she understood. Once it was removed, she got her first look at his whole body and felt a flutter in her stomach at the beautiful sight.
She moved the rest of the way to him, crawling out from under covers, also gloriously nude. Sitting on her heels, she ripped open the condom packaging, pulling out the little rolled up object and taking it between two fingers.
“Here, like this,” she leaned forward and started putting the condom on him, pinching the air out of the tip before gently rolling it down the length of him. Her hand caressed him as she put it on, making it feel like an intimate experience all on its own.
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