City Lights, Blurred Lines

5/8 (R)

Day two the pair spend the daylight tucked away in Ji-hye's cabin, leaving the do not disturb sign on the door and taking one day to revel in one another. Some co-workers stop by after breakfast— effectively waking them— to ask if she wants to join in their exploring but she firmly declines and refuses to do more than crack her door. Under the false guise of relaxation, she and Wonsik hide away until long after lunch. He gets a text from Hongbin asking his location, but he merely replies exercising, which isn't entirely a lie, especially since Ji-hye never took him to be a morning sex kind of person— which technically counts.

Sure enough the moment she's back in bed, ready to return to the comfortable embrace of slumber, Wonsik is tugging her to him and grumbling good morning to her in that deep, sleep rough voice. His nose is already nuzzling the crook of her neck before she can respond and Ji-hye finds herself chuckling at the clinginess of it. "Morning," she replies, as her lover gets to work marking his way down her throat and nudging off the tee shirt she'd pulled on to answer the door. Ji-hye takes it off for him and lets him continue on his mission of hickey after hickey down her body, something about the little love bites are both possessive and endearing.

Wonsik doesn't stop, even when he's worked his way past her abdomen, over her hips, and down her inner thigh. Ji-hye flattens against the bed as he tugs her down the mattress a bit and parts her legs wide. She focuses on the ceiling when she feels his breath on her clit and absent-mindedly reaches out to caress his hair, tensing as he laps at her clit. With a shaky exhale, she traces down the back of his neck, trying not to scream at the building rhythm of his tongue between her folds.

Ji-hye hasn't been with many people keen on cunnilingus, and those who tried were better not to have bothered. After plenty of disappointment with previous partners, she simply stopped suggesting it, but Wonsik eats cunt like a champ; eager and enthusiastic, taking his time and teasing because he knows it's driving her crazy. "Fuck," curses Ji-hye, eyes rolling back and fingers tugging harshly on his died locks.

He chuckles from between her legs, kissing her inner thigh again before easing one finger and then a second into her wet core. Ji-hye's back arches and she whines at him, writhing as he returns the focus of his tongue to her clit. He's barely started and she's hilariously close to coming already. The steady pumping of his fingers only urge her further along. Pressure on her clit intensifies the longer Wonsik goes at her, leaving her thighs trembling as her lover nips, sucks, and nuzzles obscenely— the crude sounds echoing off the cabin walls and fueling the experience for them both. Hips twitching and stuttering, Ji-hye curses, looking down to meet his sharp eyes as he fingers her to completion with the help of his tongue. "Fuuck, Wonsik!"

The latter's arm shoots up to cover her mouth as she groans obscenely. She'd never come like that from oral in her life and it has her legs shaking. Wonsik looks far too smug as he scoots up the bed beside her, triumphant grin plastered on his face. Ji-hye is too taken with him to scold him on the look, she just rolls to lean against his side, caressing his hip with her hand and nuzzling into his neck. He chuckles, tucks her against him and holds her there stroking her spine until she comes down from her orgasm.

When Ji-hye returns from oblivion, the fog slowly but surely dissipating from her mind, Wonsik is kissing her throat again. His face is buried in her neck, erection still hard against her thigh where their legs are tangled together. She cups his face with a hand, making him look at her. Wonsik's eyes are always sharp, almost angry, but now they're glazed over and hungry. Ji-hye pulls herself upright and hauls herself into his lap, hovering over his needy form to kiss him on the mouth. Fishing another condom out of the carry-on bag by the bed, he doesn't waste any time, putting it on, lining his length up with her, and easing her down onto him. Groaning, his eyes slam shut and he curses under his breath. Wonsik filling her up is plenty familiar at this point, but it's still intoxicating every time. They both whine as she sets the pace and is rough from the start.

Head falling back into the pillows, Wonsik tries to catch his breath, but Ji-hye is bouncing on him so sweet and he can barely keep his from fluttering closed, his eyebrows furrowed at her every thrust. "Oh god," he hisses, hips twitching and hands clinging to her waist in a bruising grip as she keeps that rougher pace going. The woman puffs out a chuckle at him, short of breath but still happy to tease him like he'd done her. Ji-hye slows her pace to a grind, working her hips back and forth on his cock at an angle that stimulates her clit against his pelvis. They both shiver and Wonsik doesn't bother to restrain his whine, "Ji-hye ah," The latter chuckles, but is on the edge too. "Wanna finish in my mouth?" she teases and Wonsik nods eagerly.

Ji-hye climbs off of him and lets him fucks her mouth, a favorite treat of his. He's rough, a little over eager, but it's to be expected as close as he is. Wonsik especially loves coming on her tongue and chest, so she lets him indulge a little as a reward for the excellent oral. He isn't the type to finish on his own though, and he knows she'd been close again, so he's back between her thighs before she realizes that's what he'd intended. He comes away deciding his favorite place is his face between her thighs and Ji-hye is sure she couldn't come again even if she tried. After a couple of rounds like that, resting and romping, they're finally too hungry and exhausted to go on. She orders room service and they share it as they watch some American movie on tv. And, when it's over they part ways again like they always do. Everyone is at the pool lounge, but they try to keep their distance and not show up together. Wonsik is admittedly a little resentful of it.

Especially that night when their group throws a small gathering with local food and lots of alcohol. They play drinking games crowded around the table, grilling skewered meat and vegetables. Wonsik naturally falls in place around Ji-hye and can't help the arm that winds naturally around the back of her seat, and no one notices at first, until everyone's had more to drink and are all laughing loudly. She's in the middle of some funny story that'd happened after a concert, passing him more to drink instinctively as she talks and everyone listens. Wonsik is leaning terribly close to her, resting his hand on her thigh like that's its rightful place. Ji-hye is the first one to spot Hongbin's raised eyebrow, but when she crosses her legs to move out of Wonsik's reach, he looks up at notices it too. No one says anything, no one even seems to have seen, except Hongbin and his curious look. They keep a safe, casual distance after that and eventually Ji-hye tucks in first. Luckily a few people already have at this point, so she isn't the odd one out, and neither is Wonsik when he follows suit half an hour later.

She answers the door on the first knock looking perturbed and ridged, but she lets him in. They'd never agreed their relationship was exclusively a secret, but things had sort of become that way. Rapper Ravi and his group, VIXX, are known celebrities in Korea and it isn't like he can just announce a relationship with a staff member, especially when no such relationship is established to begin with. Wonsik shouldn't feel guilty, both of them are adults. She's free to do whatever she wants, free to reject him at any time if she feels like she's being lead on, but she hasn't. He doesn't know why he feels like he has to apologize, but he does. "I slipped up tonight," he acknowledges, feeling like she's ready to snap at him. She doesn't.

"It's okay," But, he knows it's not, "We just need to be more careful." Wonsik hates the sound of that. He's not cut out for this secret stuff, he thinks, he just finds himself wanting more and more, but he can't bring himself to say it aloud. So, he just cups her face and offers her a kiss that says it all. He's hers, every part of him, and he's pretty sure they both know it, even if he's too cowardice to verbalize it at the time. Ji-hye just lets him wrap her up in his hold without complaint. Wonsik finds himself wondering if she hates them being a secret too. They don't have sex that night, for some reason or another. They just fall asleep curled together, which leaves them both feeling even more unsettled when he has to get up a few hours later and return the room he's supposed to be sleeping in. They fly back to Seoul feeling like something's gotta give, because both their resolves are crumbling.