Two Disguised Heirs, One Heated Floor novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: After Hours

In the empty bathhouse Tae-gang goes down on his knees for Ju-an, and Ju-an's teeth find his shoulder, until lanterns and a bully's voice come to the door.

The bathhouse was a long stone room with one hot pool, and at midnight it belonged to the steam.

Tae-gang pushed open the door and found one lamp burning low on a ledge.

Ju-an sat on the wide stone bench beside the pool with a towel around his waist.

His spectacles were off, and his hair hung loose and wet over his shoulders.

The white bandage ran from his left hip down to mid-thigh, tied tight.

He had wrapped it in oiled cloth to keep the water out.

"You came," Ju-an said.

"You said come alone."

"I did not think you would listen."

"I didn't listen. I just came."

Tae-gang shut the door and slid the bolt.

He had a towel too, and the oiled cloth over his chest band.

He also had a pink bruise under his ear that he had worn all day.

Ju-an's eyes went to it, and stayed.

"Did anyone ask?"

"Four people. I said a horse kicked me."

"In the neck?"

"A tall horse."

Ju-an laughed, and the steam shook.

Then he held out his hand, and Tae-gang crossed the wet stone and took it.

He expected to be pulled down onto the bench.

Instead, Ju-an pressed his palm flat against Tae-gang's chest, over the band, and looked up at him.

"I can't stop thinking about last night."

"Me neither."

"I want more of you."

"Okay."

"I want to put my mouth on you."

Tae-gang's knees went weak.

He had never been so glad to hear a sentence.

"Okay," he said again, hoarsely.

"But I want you to go first."

"What?"

"I want to watch you do it to me." Ju-an's thumb dragged across Tae-gang's lower lip.

"I want to know what that mouth does when you're trying."

Tae-gang looked at the stone bench.

He looked at the lean pale body sitting on it, and at the long pale thighs, and the towel that was already tenting.

Then he went down on his knees on the hot wet stone.

It was the easiest decision of his life.

"Tell me what to do," he said.

"You tell me what you want."

"I want to make you shout."

"The walls are stone here," Ju-an said, and his voice went low and soft. "Nobody will hear. So do it."

He parted the towel himself.

His cock stood up, flushed and slim, curving a little toward his belly, already wet at the tip.

Tae-gang stared at it with open hunger.

"Pretty," he said, stupidly.

Ju-an went red from his chest to his hairline.

"Dae-sik."

"It is."

"Just put your mouth on it."

Tae-gang kissed the head.

Ju-an's whole body jerked.

He licked a slow stripe from the base to the tip, and tasted salt and skin and the faint sweetness of camellia soap.

Then he opened his mouth and took the head in.

Ju-an groaned out loud.

His hand flew to Tae-gang's cropped hair, and his fingers clenched.

"Oh. Oh, that's. Slowly."

Tae-gang went slowly.

He took half of him, tongue pressed flat underneath, and drew back to the tip with a suck.

He did not know what he was doing.

He only knew that every sound Ju-an made went through his own cock.

"Use your hand," Ju-an said, breathless. "At the base. There."

Tae-gang's big hand wrapped around the root.

He stroked up as his mouth came down, and the two motions together made Ju-an's thighs shake.

"Yes. Like that. You learn fast."

"I want to be good at it."

"You're," Ju-an said, and broke off with a gasp as Tae-gang hollowed his cheeks. "You're very good."

Tae-gang's heart gave a hard, glad thump.

He tried a little more.

He let Ju-an slide deeper, till the tip touched the back of his throat, and he swallowed around it by accident.

Ju-an cried out.

"Careful. Careful, I'll."

Tae-gang pulled off with a wet, loud sound.

"Say it."

"I'll finish too fast."

"Good," Tae-gang said, and the word surprised them both.

He looked up the long pale length of Ju-an's body.

Ju-an was flushed pink all over, with his mouth open and his chest heaving.

He looked wrecked already.

"I'm going to make you come in my mouth," Tae-gang said. "Hold the wall."

"God, yes," Ju-an said. "Yes. Please."

Tae-gang went back down.

This time he did it properly.

He found a rhythm, bobbing slow and deep, his hand working the base, his tongue swirling underneath at the top of every stroke.

Ju-an's breath tore.

His hips began to roll up to meet him in little helpless thrusts.

"Your mouth," he gasped. "God, your mouth. I'm going to fuck it."

Tae-gang hummed around him.

That was a yes, and Ju-an took it.

He thrust slowly into the wet heat, one hand in Tae-gang's hair, the other braced behind him on the stone.

The sounds he made were small and broken.

"Dae-sik. Dae-sik, I can't be quiet."

Tae-gang looked up with his mouth full and his eyes wet.

He lifted Ju-an's free hand and put it on his own shoulder.

Ju-an understood.

He folded forward, bent over the top of Tae-gang's head, and bit down on the thick muscle of his shoulder.

The bite was sharp and hot, through the wet towel and into the skin.

Tae-gang's cock throbbed against the stone floor.

He moaned around Ju-an, and the vibration made Ju-an bite harder.

It hurt, and it was wonderful.

He wanted to wear that mark for a week.

"Yes," he tried to say, and it came out as a muffled groan.

Ju-an shuddered violently.

"Dae-sik. I'm going to. I'm."

Tae-gang tightened his lips and took him as deep as he could.

Ju-an came with a muffled sob against his shoulder.

Hot, bitter-salt fluid flooded his tongue.

He swallowed it, all of it, and kept his mouth moving gently until Ju-an twitched and pushed at his head.

"Too much. Too much."

Tae-gang let him slip free.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked up with a stupid, proud, shaky grin.

Ju-an stared down at him.

His chest was still heaving, and his teeth marks were pressed into Tae-gang's shoulder.

"I've never had anyone kneel for me," he said, low and wondering.

"I liked it."

"You did?"

"I liked it a lot."

Ju-an slid off the bench, and his hand closed around Tae-gang's wrist.

"Come here."

He walked backward into the pool, pulling him along.

The water was almost too hot, and it closed over Tae-gang's hips with a low, heavy sigh.

There was a stone step under the surface.

Ju-an sat him on it, then climbed onto his lap, a knee on each side of his thighs.

The towels floated away.

The water slapped at their chests, and Tae-gang's cock lay hard and heavy against Ju-an's stomach.

"Look at you," Ju-an said, stroking the wet hair off Tae-gang's forehead. "All that, from just kneeling. You were hard the whole time."

"I wanted to make you feel good."

"You did. Now I'm going to make it up to you."

He reached down between them.

His long fingers wrapped around both of them at once, hot flesh against hot flesh, and Tae-gang's head dropped back against the stone.

"Oh, fuck."

"Yes," Ju-an said, delighted. "That's the word."

He stroked slowly, thumb dragging over both heads on every pass.

Ju-an was still sensitive, and he flinched and gasped with every stroke.

Tae-gang couldn't stand how good it was.

He gripped Ju-an's thighs under the water, and his thumb pressed the edge of the bandage.

"Don't touch that," Ju-an said quickly.

"I won't."

"Here. Touch here instead."

He pulled Tae-gang's hand onto his ass instead and held it there.

Tae-gang squeezed.

It was small and tight and firm, and Ju-an moaned, rocking forward into his own fist.

"Harder."

"Here?"

"Yes, God, yes. Dae-sik."

Tae-gang kneaded him, and Ju-an's hips rolled faster.

The water sloshed against the tiles.

Ju-an kissed him with an open mouth, panting, and he tasted of salt and steam.

He said low, dirty things against Tae-gang's lips.

"You're so hot. You're so big. I want to feel you everywhere."

"Ju-an."

"Keep your hand there. Squeeze. That's it, that's." He cried out.

His mouth dropped to Tae-gang's collarbone and bit hard.

The sharp pain went through Tae-gang, and he came with a groan that shook his whole chest.

He pumped hot between their stomachs in the water.

Ju-an followed a breath later with a hoarse shout, his fist stroking them both through it.

He was bitten twice now.

The second mark burned under the water, a neat half-circle on the bone, and Tae-gang pressed his fingers to it and grinned.

Ju-an held him tight till the shaking passed.

Then they sat in the steam with their foreheads together and the water lapping at their ribs.

"Nobody's ever," Tae-gang started, and stopped.

"Nobody's ever what?"

"Nobody's ever wanted me for me," he said. "They want what my size can do for them."

Ju-an's thumb stroked along his cheekbone.

"I want you," he said. "Whoever you are under all that."

Tae-gang's throat went tight.

He was about to answer when the bathhouse door rattled.

Someone was pushing against the bolt.

A lantern's yellow light slid under the door, and a bored, sneering voice carried through the wood.

"Open up. Third-years' bath hour. Whoever's in there, I can hear you."

Ju-an's eyes went wide.

"Chang-min," he whispered.

Tae-gang had never met the man.

But he was already out of the water, and so was Ju-an, and neither of them had a stitch on.

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