The protector

You tasted of beer and kimchi sandwich (MM)

Author's note: 

First: happy Pride Month! Whether you're celebrating on the street with your friends, or locked in your room hoping that a day will come when you'll be free to be yourself, please remember your life matters. And if your family, your society, or even your government are trying to convince you otherwise, remember that the only pervs are those who look into other people's panties before deciding if they deserve respect or not. 

Second: thanks to the brilliant @NRv2009 who not only is an exceptional author but also a remarkable (quote) artist. Besides getting emotional when I see the two I write about taking life so beautifully, I really love her works, her delicate touch is unique, and I kindly suggest you to follow her on Twitter for more.

Third: apologize, this one turned to be a little longer than expected, and it also is a little intense, but it somehow closes a cycle so it simply couldn't be different. Hope you'll like it. Pyong!

2027, October

"Perfect, my woman is perfect."

A small, sweaty tress tickled his nose as he hissed in her ear. He was dangerously close to blowing up. And sure: that morning he was receiving the best sex of his life.

It had been an idea of hers, the one to take a resting day on the Monday after his concert and the celebration. She wanted for him to recover from that stressful month. "I don't want you to lose a working day because of me," the man had tried to protest, but her reply had been peremptory, "Johan, bitte: a pianist, four soldiers, and your parents. I'll probably need a month in a clinic, one day of rest for sure."

And so, he had accepted. Not that he had another choice. And after all, that one was a Monday that everyone would have taken as a resting day.[1] You were expected to go to work, but no one expected you to actually work. Still, Jeong Hyeok was feeling as if he had missed a day of school unbeknownst to his parents.

The elf had woken up in a good mood that morning. "Mhm, arrogant!" She had laughed while lifting up the duvet, exposing a morning euphoria which his cotton pants hardly were managing to hide. And before he could blush, she had disappeared, in need of her coffee. "Please don't be angry if sometimes I'll be rough in the morning, before the coffee I'm not really a human being" she had warned him months ago. Even if, on second thoughts, he had never seen her rough. In the morning she was always sweet and funny.

Half an hour later - he was having his breakfast standing still in front of the kitchen table - she had started to kiss his back. "Beautiful," kiss, "so beautiful," another kiss, and again, alternating hums and soft kisses all over his back. It was just a cuddle, though any single nerve came to life and, when she turned her attentions to his chest, there already was a painfully throbbing thickness inside the light fabric of his underwear. Jeong Hyeok closed his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in her treat. "It's so good to wake up with such a wonderful man," the whisper of her voice while she was nibbling his lobe caught him by surprise.

Being ungrateful wasn't his thing, yet he couldn't deny having missed it. There hadn't been time for it, during the last weeks, as In-ah was always running somewhere, always busy. Yet at the same time, the thought that she had been busy in playing the funambulist among her work and the thousands of thing she had done for him, straining for him, felt like a wave of endless tenderness which crashed against his chest, pushing from the inside, stealing his breath.

"Why don't you rest a little more elf? I'd like to spoil you today." Her hand freeing him from the only garment he had on, the sentence faded word by word, so that the last one sounded barely audible.