Heathen

Endymion and Jeongin I

Endymion's POV

We left the small border town behind us along with the boy that came to disturb the peace I so desperately held onto. Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was right. All I knew was that I needed to get away. I didn't want another 'Selene' in my hands. And Jeongin, having spent too much time in this part of the world, was willing to follow me. 

We rode for days, in companionable silence. I was grateful to him for not pushing the subject of the boy. He respected the fact that I was still feeling conflicted about everything that happened... 

After a while we reached a small city, a bustling hub for merchants and travelers with obscure interests. Once we arrived, we decided to visit a famous House of Pleasures, to indulge ourselves. Jeongin was a little apprehensive about going to such a place. He confided in me that he had shared very few intimate moments since his friend and lover died. I teased him about it a bit and he took it kindheartedly.

Soon we reached our destination and arranged to spend the whole night there. We were ushered into a luxurious private room, with large sofas and soft pillows and an ornate short rectangular table in the middle. The servants came in after us and brought all kinds of foods and delicacies, and a two canters filled with a ruby red wine. They also prepared two hookahs for us. Then, they retired bowing their heads, leaving us alone for a while.

We were starting to relax when a soft knock on the door brought us back to reality. Two young women entered. Despite our objections, the matron - Madame Adele, the alluring blonde from the West - sent them to accompany us in our dinner and entertain us. They bowed politely and introduced themselves as Jasmine and Camille. Only the Gods know what fate brought these faired skinned beauties and their matron to this forsaken place, so far away from their homeland. They were both really charming and captivating not only in beauty but also in manners and wits. I gave Jeongin a knowing look and he barked a laugh.

"You are incorrigible." he muttered under his breath. I just smiled.

The girls seemed to have already decided who will attend to whom unbeknownst to us, so Jasmine served me wine and made sure I taste every single one of the treats that were prepared for us. She was very attentive using all her charm to make me happy. As the evening progressed, the atmosphere became more erotic. Jasmine came closer and looked at me seductively. She sat on my lap and brought her face close to mine, brushing my cheek lightly with her lips. I felt her breath caressing my earlobe as she spoke.

"Do you want to withdraw to the other room?" Her voice was sultry.

I put a finger under her chin and brought her lips to mine. We started kissing. She tasted sweet like the wine we drank earlier. She was rocking her body in a sensual way, stirring desire in me. As she tilted her head to the side for me to kiss her neck I caught sight of Jeongin, on the sofa across from me. Tthe other girl was kneeling between his legs, obviously pleasuring him. He was sitting relaxed with his back against the fluffy pillows, his arms outstretched. He had his eyes half closed, seemingly enjoying her ministrations. I noticed though that his gaze was fixed on me. I watched him tense as Camille kept stroking him. He shuddered lightly under her touch, throwing his head back and his breath hitching audibly. I found the whole scene arousing. I almost wished I was the one having this effect on him.

Jasmine whined, demanding my attention. Reluctantly, I let go of the confusing thoughts Jeongin sparked in my mind and focused back on her. Having gone so long without a woman's touch, I gave in to my own lust and I carried her in my arms to the connecting room. I put her gently on the bed and closed the doors, giving us privacy. I did my best to please her, trying hard to push the image of the man next door, sighing lost in pleasure, out of my mind. Her moans seemed to distract me but not enough to crush the curiosity and – dare I say it? - the desire that spawned inside me. It was really late when Jasmine left me with a final kiss on the lips, smiling satisfied. I lay on the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling. I had to get my thoughts under control before I went to join my friend again. Finally, I got up and went o find him.

Jeongin was alone, still sitting on the sofa, his body relaxed, his head tilted back. He held the hookah, occasionally inhaling small puffs. He seemed lost in thought. His expression was blank, a little hazy. I sat beside him. "Jeongin?" " Endymion... Min...did you have a good time?" He turned his head smiling through his haze.

He is out of it, I thought.

He offered me the hookah and I took it, inhaling a few times. Whatever was in that concoction, it was pretty strong. After a few times, I felt lightheaded and relaxed. I leaned back on the sofa, closing my eyes. Silence lingered between us. I felt his gaze on me and opened my eyes to meet his, watching me with an unreadable expression, his dark eyes locked on mine, I do not know for how long. Time seemed to stand still. The air around us was heavy, full of fragrant fumes.

Jeongin put his hand on my shoulder. He moved his gaze to my lips, slightly parting his own. I felt my heartbeat quicken. He leaned his head towards me and our lips touched. The kiss was tender and calm, just like him. I let myself drift in and relish the feeling of his soft lips on mine; ignoring some voice in the back of my head questioning what was happening. As the kiss grew  more heated, Jeongin shifted his body, straddling me. I gasped surprised. He continued to kiss me with an intensity I did not expect from him. But I was a willing participant. Honestly, whatever was happening, felt so natural and I welcomed it.

I placed my hands on his waist, holding him close. His hands caressed the back of my head and neck, tugging my hair lightly. He was rolling his lower half, grinding against my body. I could feel  both of us getting aroused. I slid my hands from his waist to his hips, holding him firmly and talking control of the pace. We were kissing messily now. Our tongues battled back and forth. We grinded against each other harder. Our breathing had become ragged. I longed for release, edging closer and closer with every roll of his body, every swirl of his tongue against mine. Suddenly, he stopped moving, breaking our kiss and remained still in my arms, resting his forehead against mine. His eyes were closed and I felt he was trying to regain his composure. I loosened my grip on him. He stood up gently and left the room, leaving me alone and wanting more. I lay back on the sofa, sighing heavily.

The next morning we departed from Madame Adele's establishment. The matron also provided us with supplies for our journey, for a price of course, before sending us on our way.

Jeongin did not speak a word about last night. He remained silent throughout our journey. He gave no indication that anything had changed and acted as if nothing had happened.