ITDW 45

“Looking weak is something I told you to do only in front of me.”

If you act rudely noticeably, you look weak.

“Yes….”

After Jaeri’s response acknowledging his mistake, another spank fell.

After that, when no more spanks came, Jaeri knew it was over and lifted his head. In the mirror in front of the sink, he and his hyung were reflected. His face with lips slightly bitten because it hurt, him looking down from above.

Jaeri raised his upper body. He immediately tried to lean into him. After Jungyoon briefly hugged Jaeri who came leaning in and then pulled him away, he placed his hand on Jaeri’s shoulder and corrected his expression.

“Now we’re going out, so smile.”

In front of him who smiled proficiently as if demonstrating, Jaeri raised an awkward smile. Jungyoon did not point out that awkwardness.

Jaeri looked at his hyung’s broad back as he went out first.

The more his hyung added eyes of surveillance on him, the more he felt fences being layered upon him. That fence kept encroaching on his own space, making his space narrower and narrower. It was scary, but also good. Even if there was no space to stretch his legs, it was still too cozy.

On the morning of December 31, the brothers went to work together in the vice president’s office. Since Jaeri continuing his intern life in the Advertising Marketing Team 1 would be a reward rather than a punishment, his short intern life ended. That was right for the team’s morale as well. Jungyoon called the team leader of the Advertising Marketing Team 1 and personally apologized, saying he was sorry that his younger brother had made the team members uncomfortable. Only then did Jaeri’s team members who had been ignoring him feel relieved.

Through the window of the vice president’s office, sunlight that had not yet fully ripened was casting a blue morning light.

Jaeri almost laughed because that situation was too good. Jungyoon pointed it out.

‘Don’t laugh.’

‘I didn’t laugh….’

As he said that, Jaeri laughed.

‘You’re not here to play.’

Even at Jungyoon’s firm words, Jaeri spoke without caring.

‘I like being with hyung in the morning.’

‘Then grow up quickly and join the company.’

‘…I… I don’t think I’ll be good at work.’

‘You’ll do well.’

Jungyoon glanced at the table. There, introductory economics books were piled up like a mountain.

If he finished that study, and then finished all the studies his hyung assigned, it meant he would do well at company work. Jaeri’s face became weary.

‘…When I join the company. Will I join as a manager or something?’

Jaeri said, having experienced power in the office. He didn’t particularly want to wield power himself, but he didn’t like saying yes yes to someone other than his hyung either. In fact, since he was an owner family member, that probably wouldn’t happen.

Jungyoon laughed as if it was absurd.

‘I’ll see how you do.’

That afternoon, while Jaeri was still at the company with Jungyoon, he looked at the clock while studying economics midway. It was now six o’clock. He eagerly awaited for six hours to pass so that it would become January 1.

Jaeri recalled that time. Earlier, he had thought when on earth would this time come, why wasn’t time passing, would it really come, but that time really came.

As deep night passed and midnight approached, at the point when the atmosphere was fully ripening, Jungyoon and Jaeri naturally slipped out of the banquet hall.

From the radio turned on in the car, the sound of the New Year’s Eve bell tolling rang out.

Dong— dong— dong— dong— ….

After the tolling, the bustling voices of citizens were heard together. That bustle felt like the pounding coming toward him. The reporter’s voice announcing January 1 was full of some anticipation. Some anticipation also settled in Jaeri’s heart.

Sounds that he would normally feel as noise turned into anticipation.

It felt like he couldn’t keep his hands and feet still. He clasped his two hands tightly and placed them on his knees.

When Jungyoon turned off the radio, no sound was heard inside the car. As all the sounds mixed with anticipation were erased, Jaeri voiced his own anticipation.

“Hyung, it’s January 1.”

“Yeah.”

The car Jungyoon was driving headed to the hotel.

The two entered a duplex suite room on the top floor of the hotel.

Jungyoon went straight to the window, and Jaeri followed behind him. The night view of central Seoul unfolded like a panorama. Gray clouds floated whitely in the dark sky, and black mountains flanked both sides of the two-lane road. On the road, cars occasionally passed by, spilling light.

“Seeing it like this from here, it’s nice.”

“Yes. …It’s beautiful.”

From the moment Jaeri arrived at the suite room following Jungyoon, for some reason his breath felt blocked. So he answered while panting.

Jungyoon looked at such a Jaeri and smiled faintly.

He held Jaeri’s hand and showed him around the suite room. He dipped Jaeri’s hand into the plunge pool filled with hot water in the middle of the living room, fed him a few pieces of welcome fruit, showed him the dining room, and went up to the second floor to look around the two bedrooms and bathroom.

“Now that you’ve seen all the space. It won’t feel as unfamiliar now.”

It couldn’t be less unfamiliar. It wasn’t the space, it was this current time that felt unfamiliar.

The brothers took off the clothes that had been tailored to fit tightly, making their bodies tense, and entered the bathroom on the second floor together to take a simple shower.

During the shower, Jaeri thought his hyung might do something, but there was nothing like that. Still, the very act of the two washing silently, that it was washing to have sex, made it tense and pounding.

They just dried each other with towels and entered the bedroom wearing only bathrobes. The large glass window in the bedroom also showed the outside scenery.

Jungyoon first leaned his back against the bed and sat down. When Jaeri hesitated in front of the bed, Jungyoon said.

“Come up and lie face down.”

Jaeri did as Jungyoon said.

“You have to turn around. To show your hips to me.”

His voice was familiar yet unfamiliar. He always gave a preview of what would happen next. Jaeri swallowed his sinking heart and raised his upper body, turning around on his knees.

“Close your eyes.”

Jaeri closed his eyes. Because he was scared of something, he gripped the blanket tightly. His hands were full of softness.

An arm brushing Jaeri’s waist untied Jaeri’s robe. The hem of the robe was lifted above the waist, exposing the hips. Jaeri lowered his head in shame. He was silent for a moment, as if observing.

Jaeri’s heart thumped with its own assertion.

“When your hips were spanked earlier. Did it hurt?”

“…Yes.”

“It’s a bit bruised.”

Jungyoon patted and stroked Jaeri’s hips without hurting. Jaeri’s shoulders trembled. Seeing that, Jungyoon laughed without making a sound.

“Jaeri is playing with his penis.”

Jaeri lowered one hand and fiddled with his own penis a little. It was already half-erect. With his eyes closed, he became sensitive to sounds, touches, and scents.

The slightly cool temperature touching, the fluffiness felt on his knees, the shower gel scent clinging to his body, all of that was a little unfamiliar and thus lewd.

He seemed to hear the sound of unwrapping packaging, the squish as gel was squeezed out. And he heard the sound of liquid friction.

Jaeri was too tense to concentrate on touching his own penis. Still, because his hyung told him to, he touched it little by little.

His hyung was clearly doing something and moving, but he felt like even one big breath he took would be fully heard. No one told him not to, but it felt like he shouldn’t do anything else. It was just a time of waiting.

“…Uh, eek….”

Lubricant was applied between the hips. It was warmed by Jungyoon’s body temperature, so there wasn’t much rejection, but still, the feeling of something touching there was strange.

The fingers began to apply the gel meticulously, slowly drawing circles.

“Uh….”

That sensation was hard to express in words. It was good, yet ticklish, yet embarrassing… complex emotions tangled wildly, so he couldn’t attach simple expressions like whether it was good or bad.

He wanted to say stop, please pause for a moment. Not because he really hated it, but because it was unfamiliar, strange, he wanted to say that.

In fact, he really wanted to do this. What Jaeri could know now was only that. He was doing what he really wanted to do right now. Jaeri held back the words that were about to come out.

“Ah… haat… hng….”

“The hole is twitching. It’s cute.”

Jungyoon said in a voice mixed with a bit of laughter. Seeing Jaeri’s ears turn bright red, he slowly stroked the hips to comfort.

“It’s not embarrassing.”

After the gel was meticulously applied to the outside, it went inside.

“Uh… uh….”

It didn’t hurt, but the feeling of something entering was so embarrassing that Jaeri buried his forehead in the blanket. His upper body had already collapsed, so only his hips were lifted. Even in the midst of that, remembering his hyung’s words, he didn’t let go of his own penis with his hand.

The gel was applied from the shallow place to the deep place.

Jungyoon’s longest finger thrust all the way in. His index and ring fingers that couldn’t enter pressed against Jaeri’s hip flesh.

In that state, the middle finger rotated, applying gel inside. The index and ring fingers pressing the hip flesh also rotated together. Inside, the inner flesh tingled as if itchy. At the same time, outside, the hip flesh was stirred, the long fingertip touched the balls, and Jungyoon’s hand back rubbed against the hip cleft. It was excessively sensory.

“Ugh… th-that, …eek….”

From inside, a ticklish and strange pleasure slowly rose.

The finger that had finished applying the gel slowly came out little by little but stayed inside, leaving about one joint. Then, another finger pushed in.

“Ah… hak… ha….”

He was really loosening the hole’s muscles slowly, just as he had taught Jaeri. Back then, he thought it was a bit boring and slow, but doing it directly to his own body, his slow touch was too stimulating.

He was feeling each joint of his fingers. The wet sounds made each time were also slow. If he had done it quickly, he probably wouldn’t have felt so concentrated, so delicately as if drawing each sensation.

Suddenly, he recalled his hyung’s expression when he taught him how to masturbate back then, using his fingers. With eyes closed, recalling his hyung’s expression from that time, he accepted the touch widening his hole.

His heart was beating strangely. The weight of his heart was a little different from before. The thumping had become popping. It was lighter, yet it made the inside more churning.

After the third finger entered and he had become somewhat accustomed to that widened feeling, the fingers slowly came out.

Something was placed against the hole.

It was not his hyung’s body, but some object. That slowly entered. At first, it entered easily. And after a bit, the bumpy cross-section was felt, the ring part was felt, and it gradually thickened in sequence.

Jaeri knew that what was entering his body was that strangely shaped dildo he had used when masturbating at the Chuncheon house. As it entered very slowly, he could feel in detail the protrusions on its surface and the ring-shaped protruding cross-sections that had felt like unnecessary decorations.

As those bumps scraped the flesh passing by, Jaeri unconsciously shook his hips a little.

Smack—.

“…Ah-ow!”

It wasn’t a very painful spank, but it was startling.