#taeporn

The cold mountain air on your naked body almost felt good, but nowhere near good enough to waver your impatience: the pads of your feet smacked loudly against the wet stone as you hurried over to the edge of the hot spring, being careful not to slip.

Curls of steam rose from the water like ribbons before dispersing into the night sky, soft bubbling sounds gracing your ears. Nothing had ever seemed so inviting, especially after the week you’d had.  

You slid your way into the warm water, exhaling in little puffs as your goosebump-ridden skin got used to the hot pool. Once you were halfway in, though, you immediately sank down to your neck with ease, sighing in relief. All the stress in your body melted like butter into the heat: you closed your eyes and hummed happily, savoring the release.

You lazily made your way over to the benches carved into the far side of the spring, settling in like you were snuggling up in bed. With the warm water wrapped all around you and the blue-velvet sky keeping you company, you could hardly keep your eyes open to admire the stars.

There wasn’t a sound besides the shifting water and occasional polite “plop!” of snow sliding down from the rocks. Little mineral-rich clouds floated around you, and tiny milky-ways of bubbles spun out into the water with even your slightest of movements.  Normally, you didn’t have any time on business trips to really experience the places you went to, let alone indulge in what they had to offer, so you savored every second while you could.

You had just begun to really let yourself go when you heard the curtain suddenly clack together. You tilted your head, listening carefully.

Seconds later, a male voice started swearing in a loud whisper. Your eyes shot open and you ducked down, your arms instinctively moving to cover your chest.

“What the-?!”

You’re not sure what you were expecting, but the sight of some male-shaped silhouette wobbling through the clouds of steam wasn’t it.

It was clearly some random guy, and judging by his bouncing silhouette, he was hopping on one foot clumsily, holding the other in his hand, hissing between his teeth. A small gust of wind picked up, making it a bit easier to see his hair hopping along with him, and by the looks of it, he was about to run into a boulder. You could only stare in confusion.

“Goddamn rocks!” he hissed.

You blinked at him in bafflement. “Well, we’re on top of a mountain, so if you weren’t expecting rocks…”

His back straightened and he released his other foot before spinning around with shocked eyes.

“Whoa!”

You blinked some more at him with an unfriendly smile straining your face, but he just kept staring back at you through the thin clouds of steam, his lips parted in a pout like he’d forgotten how to speak.

You shifted uncomfortably under his blatant stare.

“Um…excuse me!” You hissed, crouching as low as you could.  

He broke his stare and cleared his throat, blinking rapidly before gathering himself and straightening out his posture.

He wasn’t wearing the resort slippers or robe; just a pair of boxers with what looked like little reindeer doing the conga printed on them. It was the middle of February: what was with the holiday underwear?

He quickly cupped his hands in front of his dick with another clearing of his throat, but otherwise tried to maintain a cool stance.

“You’re excused,” he finally replied, seemingly nonplussed.

Your mouth had given up on even a hint of a smile.  

“Well, do you mind?”

He started slowly walking towards the edge of the spring, his eyes squinting at the steam rising up.

“Maybe. I’m not sure, yet.” He paused a moment and took a deep breath before sighing it out. You could’ve sworn you could see a hint of a wince on his face. “…The steam looks pretty.”

My God. He was either mentally terminal or blazed out of his mind, and you didn’t like either option. He moved to step further towards the edge of the spring and you jumped backward.

“Stay back!” You raised your voice and splashed with your elbow towards him, even though he was nowhere near close enough for the splash to land. “This is a hot spring bath. So I’m bathing!”

“Yes, I can see that,” he replied matter-of-factly, finally sitting down on the edge of the pool and sliding his feet into the water.

A few more beats went by as you cocked your head in disbelief, watching him hum and rub at his sore toe.

“Ok, this is the part where you apologize and go to the men’s side of the springs,” you barked.

He looked up at you then, cocking his head and furrowing his brow. He had a sudden edge in his voice.

“How do you know I’m not a woman?”

You froze and stared blankly in his direction.

His glare held for a moment longer before it melted into a coy smile. “I’m just kidding.”

You relaxed into a hunch and exhaled in relief before snapping yourself back to sense. You squinted through the steam: it was still a little difficult to fully make out his face. Mentally terminal or not, you clearly needed to spell it out for him.

“You’re making me uncomfortable. Please go away.”

He didn’t respond. It looked like he’d focused his attention on the sky.

“…Please?”

A small gust of wind blew over the pool, clearing the curls of steam and sweeping everything back into focus. He lazily turned his head to meet your eyes, and your throat closed when you saw his face.

Suddenly, his eyes crinkled into a smile of recognition. “Hey! You’re that girl from the other night!”

Oh, god.

You immediately realized the situation was a lot direr than you initially thought, but didn’t know what to do. You could only stand there, arms still clinging around yourself, eyes darting all over the spring.

“How’s your head feeling?” He continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone get that drunk so fast.”

Your jaw practically hit the pool as you snapped your gaze towards him. It seemed to throw him off guard; he jerked back in a defensive position, eyes wide.

“You…rapist!” You shrieked, pointing a finger at him accusingly before remembering you were still naked and jerking your arm back to cover yourself.

His eyes almost popped out of his skull and he held his hands up as if surrendering. “What?! What are you talking about, no I’m not!”

Furious, you glared daggers at him. “Then what happened after we got to my room?!”

You were a little frantic now: you couldn’t believe you had completely blacked out. Granted, you woke up alone, but God knows what could have happened to you! You had been looking out for him upon returning from every business meeting for the last two days in hopes of asking him what had happened, but due to how bizarrely comfortable he was with seeing you naked, you were assuming the worst.  

“Did you…follow me here?!”

He blinked in bewilderment before his shocked look suddenly melted into a sort of sad expression.

“Damn.”

You raised your eyebrow at him. He slowly lowered his hands and breathed out a long sigh.

“Did I really make that bad of an impression on you?”

You paused a moment, trying to remember. As you focused harder, little pieces came back before blending together about the night you’d met.

From what you could recall, you’d actually had a lot of fun with him at the midnight barbecue the resort had put on. The company had had a particularly rough meeting that afternoon, and all you’d wanted was food and a buzz.

You remembered noticing him almost immediately, but then, it was mostly because everyone else had, too. He just had that sort of presence about him; it was hard to put a proper explanation to it. Not to mention he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen.

You had watched him for a while, and when his big eyes met yours, he approached you with a warm, square smile on his face. You couldn’t recall exchanging names with him, but he’d definitely been a gentleman: you had stayed by the resort pool until almost everyone else was gone and the food was being cleared, just talking.

But your mind went totally blank after that, and his behavior wasn’t holding up to be so gentlemanly, now.

You fixed your glare on him once more.

“What did you do?” You asked angrily, shrinking back against the rocks a little more.

He seemed disappointed by that response and shook his head, looking back down at the water.

“Well,” he started with a sigh. “First I tried to stop you from attempting to prove to me that you could burp the French alphabet backward. Then you insisted we watch Finding Nemo and made creepy fish faces at me whenever I tried to leave. After that, you conked out, so I carried you to your bed and put a blanket over you.”

You stared at him quizzically.

“I wrote my phone number on the pad by the bed for you,” he continued. “When you didn’t call I assumed you were too embarrassed or that you’d left.”

You searched your memory in frantic confusion before suddenly recalling some scribbles on the paper pad perched on the side table that morning. You hadn’t given it a second thought, what with the foggy hangover: you’d been more focused on painkillers and a big glass of water.  

Embarrassed, you hunched your shoulders slowly in defeat and sunk down further into the water.  “Oh.”

He looked up at you again, folding his arms over his chest. You could tell he was getting cold and clearly didn’t appreciate being called a rapist out of nowhere.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled in embarrassment, hiding your face.

You heard him sigh again, but lighter this time. “Hey, it’s alright. I guess I’d freak out too, in your situation.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while before you popped your head back up again.

“Wait, though, what are you doing up here?”

He looked at you blankly. “Well, it is owned by the resort, in case you forgot. You’re not the only one looking to relax.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Did you not see the occupied sign?”

He blinked a few times and then shook his head. “Nope.”

“Right,” you nodded, exhaling through your nose. “Well, what was with your grand entrance?”

He frowned slightly as if hoping that you’d somehow not noticed his flailing insanity.

“Oh…that,” He rubbed the back of his head with his hand, avoiding eye contact. “I’m here for my best friend’s bachelor party and the games have gotten a little…interesting. I was supposed to come in here and ask for a selca with a girl in my underwear.”

You snorted. “Very classy.”

He turned his head away in shame. “Yeeaahhh…sorry about being a jerk. I just got startled when they threatened to de-pants me in front of the visitors center if I didn’t hurry up. I was gunna ask before I came in here but then I stubbed my toe...”

You blinked at him. “Not so great under pressure, are you.”

“Well, no. Not under certain circumstances,” he admitted. He looked so genuinely embarrassed that you almost wanted to hug him.

There were a few beats of silence before he suddenly stirred, still making a point not to look your way. “Oh God, I’m sorry, I’ll get out of here. And sorry again for freaking you out…and making you think I’m a rapist.”

You thought he might still be pretty hurt by that, but he chuckled under his breath. You pursed your lips in thought, watching him get to his feet.

“Wait,” you said, straightening up.  “You might as well get your selfie. We can’t have scarred foreigners and a career-ending gag now, can we? Plus, I owe you one for making you sit through Finding Nemo with me.”

He hesitated before turning his head slowly to meet your eyes, blinking in disbelief.

You cleared your throat and shifted in the water.

“Grab me my robe?”

His confused pout slowly turned into a smile, lighting up his whole face. He gave a short nod, grinning.

“Okay!”

He shuffled over to your little pile and came back to the edge of the pool before closing his eyes and holding your robe out.

“Okay, ready!”

You chuckled a little: he was pretty cute. And that was just his personality. Now that you weren’t mainlining to kill, you took a moment to look him over.

Admittedly, you couldn’t have been more attracted to the guy. He had the kind of face that was handsome and sharp, but still young in all the right ways. You shivered at the memory of his eyes that were so penetrating in their intensity; no matter how relaxed he was. They gave all his thoughts away.

You smiled to yourself as more little memories came sparking back to mind. You remembered thinking, as cheesy as it was, that the two of you had had a connection. What kind of connection, you hadn’t been sure, and still weren’t, even though you were now sober in front of him. But it was undeniable that something had been there; something a little more than just curiosity.

Until, you know…you openly accused him of being a rapist, but you two were clearly passed that now!

You continued to shamelessly examine him as you made your way over to the edge of the pool: he was tall, not ripped but not out of shape, either; toned. Smooth. Tousled dark hair, pretty collarbones, shapely arms…and an unquestionably infectious smile.

“Down here,” you said politely after you’d grabbed the robe and wrapped it around yourself. You couldn’t help but be conscious about how see-through it became in the water, and you folded your arms over your boobs again, feeling a blush coming on.

He carefully opened one eye in a squint before looking down at you with another sparkling smile.

“You can just sit on the ground and get one, right? Do I have to be out of the pool? It’s cold out there.”

He shrugged, still smiling playfully.

“There were no specific rules, as far as I remember, so that works!”

He lowered himself back on the ground, his long back facing you and his legs folding up beneath him. He produced his phone from god knows where and held it up.

“Say ‘Asshole-sneaking-into-the-women’s-spring’!”

You laughed as he angled the camera your way; he really was cute.

You heard the phone make a clicking noise before he sat it next to him, turning around and giving you another boyish, boxy smile. You shrunk a little further back, a little shy now that he was so close.

“Oh god, sorry again,” he shook his head, chuckling and making a point to turn his face away as he got up.

He started to shuffle towards the curtain, raising his arm in a still wave.

“Thanks for the picture!”

You smiled to yourself, looking down at the water and thinking for a moment.

“Hey, hold on a sec,” you called after him.

He froze in place, dropping his arm to his side again, still facing away.

You fiddled with the soaked sleeve of the robe.

“I’m really sorry, too. I’m here for a particularly grueling business trip, so I’ve been a bit of a bitch this week.” You sighed with guilt, clearing the steam around you. “I remember better, now. You were very sweet to me.”

He remained turned around: you could almost feel him questioning himself on whether or not it was polite to look at you, again.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway…thanks for being so cool about this.”

He nodded his head once in a quick bounce, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Of course.”

There was a pause as you thought for a moment, and he stayed in place, waiting. That feeling of a connection was coming back, and you couldn’t help but smile.

You shuffled out of the soaking wet robe and let it float off into the water. It traveled lazily away like a big silk cloud.

Slowly, you backed up a little further and dipped down into the water again, keeping your arms folded in front of you but allowing yourself to relax a bit.  You cleared your throat and lifted your eyes to him once more.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked.

He cocked his head slightly at this, and you could see his eyelashes blinking in confusion.

“I mean you’re here,” you continued. “You might as well enjoy a warming up before you go back to your scavenger hunt, right?”

He hesitated before slowly turning around to face you. You watched his eyeballs twitch as he noticed your bare shoulders, doing his best to keep his gaze strictly on your face.

He broke out into another warm smile, and you grinned back at him.

“Yeah,”  he responded softly, running a hand through his hair shyly. “Why not?”

Your grin grew and you sunk back to the stones, covering your eyes with one hand and turning around.

“Go ahead!” you called.

You heard shuffling as he removed his ridiculous boxers, and then a small yelp of surprise as he got himself into the water. The ripples from his movements yawned over to you and you lowered your hand, slowly turning around.

He smiled at you with a hooded, playful stare, his nose wrinkling up shyly. He maintained a polite distance, and you did him the same courtesy of keeping your eyes on his face. There weren’t any lights under the murky water, anyway, but you’d appreciated the gesture.

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi,” you grinned back.

He found a perch on a flat rock a safe distance away from you and sighed heavily.

You giggled. “Better?”

He sank down with a satisfied smile on his face. “Much better. It’s getting colder by the hour up here.”

You laughed. What did he think happened in the snow-capped mountains during the winter?

Almost as if on cue, large, slow flakes of blue-white snow started to fall lazily from the sky. You could make out their patterns just as they hit the surface of the water, dissolving with barely a whisper.  They lightly kissed your face in little cool breaths: it felt heavenly.

Within moments, the paper lanterns dimmed their warm light, and soft music began humming from somewhere. You couldn’t have picked a better setting for a night like this if you tried. You wondered if the girl at the towels desk was responsible. You made a note to give her a big tip.

Your companion was looking up into the sky again, watching the falling snow, and a snowflake caught on his eyelashes. It melted before he noticed and you smiled to yourself.

“So…” you asked, inching just a bit closer towards him.

He returned his attention to you, those piercing eyes holding yours effortlessly. It was like he didn’t realize how intense they were.

“What else is on this scavenger hunt list?”

He pressed his lips together tightly, scrunching his face up in embarrassment. “Well,” he started slowly. “You…know one of them, actually.”

You blinked back at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

He sighed, rubbing his arm and sinking a little further into the water.

“Well…” he said again, choosing his words carefully. “At the barbecue…I told  you about the one that gets you the highest points. We were sort of…going up to your room…for it.  Or more like, you said you’d let my friends think that’s what we were gunna be doing so I’d still get the points.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You looked right at them before taking my hand and making quite a display of leading me away.”

You searched your memory. God, you had really drank too much. “It…didn’t have anything to do with burping the French alphabet, did it?” you asked, wincing.

He laughed out loud, shaking his head. The ends of his hair were wet, sticking to his elegant neck. It made your heart hiccup.

“No, it didn’t. Although you would have won hands down if it did.”

You braced yourself, squinting at him. “What was it, then?”

He cleared his throat, his face flushing suddenly, and straightened himself out, running a wet hand through his hair absentmindedly.

“It’s this stupid thing from our teens that we made up when we were too nervous to make a move on girls.”

You raised your eyebrow and he sneaked a look at you, smiling a shy but coy smile before continuing.

“The game goes like this: I’d ask you a question about me. An easy thing, like what my favorite color is. If you guess it right…”

He shifted in the water, moving a little nearer to you.

“…You would pick a part of my body that’s ‘yours’, to do with what you please for the evening. But it has to be waist up,” he said, swallowing, still grinning shyly at you. His eyes had hints of mischief sparkling in them.  

You nodded at him, smiling playfully. “And then?”

“And then,” he continued. “Vise versa. So, next you’d ask me something about yourself, and if I got the answer right, then…”

He inched a little closer, still, obviously trying to be subtle. You let him believe you hadn’t noticed.

“…Part of you is mine. But if I got the answer wrong, then you’d get to pick again.”

You chuckled, grinning at him like no tomorrow. It was such a typical teenage boy thing to come up with, but at the same time it sounded kinda fun; exciting, even.

You noticed, then, that you had also been subconsciously moving closer to him. You steadied yourself, keeping a soft smile on your lips. His eyes stayed focused on yours.

“For how long is this game supposed to go on?” you asked softly.

He cocked his head, his expression changing a little at that question, and another spark flickered across his eyes; a spark you felt in the pit of your stomach, just above the space between your legs.

He smoothed a few loose strands of hair out of his eyes and smiled faintly at you, biting his lower lip subtly.

He looked directly at you as he answered. “Until one of us succumbs.”

You felt goosebumps on the back of your neck and your tummy hiccuped out a butterfly. He paused for a moment, gauging your response.

“The idea,” he continued. “Is to try to out-wait one another.”

The smile was gone from his lips, but it remained in his eyes. You returned his stare.

“Interesting,” you pulled yourself a little further down into the water, moving forward slightly as you did.

“Yeah,” he smiled, reading your face carefully.

You returned his smile with a smirk of your own. “Well…let’s play it, then.”

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes questioning whether or not you were serious. Holding his stare steadily, you finally let your arms relax to your sides. “It sounds like I owe it to you, anyway.”

Softly brushing his ripe lower lip with his thumb, he looked nervous, but intrigued. That killer smile grew more playful as the seconds ticked by.

He inched closer, raising his gaze back to your face, sinking onto his knees in front of you. His head was level with your chest, but he maintained eye contact. “You don’t owe it to me. I only want to if you want to.”

His eyes looked like they were lit up from the inside as they searched yours. You gently smiled and nodded at him. “I want to.”

He blessed you with another slow smile,  running a hand through his hair again: it was damp by now, and fully smoothed back from his handsome face. He gestured at you playfully. “Come a little closer.”

You obeyed before dipping your head into the warm water, smoothing your own hair back from your face. You were sure your makeup had melted away by this point, and you felt more naked than ever under his stare. No one had ever looked at you quite like that before; like you were something to be admired. But, strangely, you weren’t scared or nervous at all.

He raised a hand towards your face slowly before quickly giving you a gentle tap on the end of your nose.

“Ladies first,” he grinned.

You laughed, already enjoying yourself: he had an aura about him that made you feel so comfortable like you could let go around him and let your guard down a little bit. It had been so long since you’d met anyone like that.

Clearing your throat, you stared shamelessly at his body, searching your mind for a question and looking up at the sky that was still sending down slow, lazy snowflakes. “All right, I’ve got one,” you grinned.

“I’m ready,” he wrinkled his nose playfully back at you.

“What’s my room number at the resort?”

His mouth fell open into a surprised smile and you laughed.

“That’s not an easy one!” he protested.

You smiled daringly at him. “It should be if I made such an…interesting impression on you.”

He looked down at the water, chuckling and shaking his head before meeting your gaze again. “Fair enough.”

He thought for a while, and his grin slowly grew more mischievous; almost confident. “Your room is room 1003.”

Now it was your turn to drop your jaw. “What the hell, that’s correct!”

He laughed maniacally, comically throwing his head back. “You underestimate me!” He boomed.

You felt the blush on your face as you laughed along, splashing him gently. He sighed out his laughter before giving you a flirtatious smirk, scanning his eyes over your face, neck, and shoulders. Suddenly you found yourself at a heightened awareness of the nerves in your body- of how every shift of the water felt against your skin, and your tummy spun in anticipation.

“I pick…”

You held your breath, watching his face.

“…Your left ear.”

You raised an eyebrow at him: that wasn’t quite what you were expecting. “My left ear, huh?”

He gave you a nod, the smile gone but the fire still in his eyes. “Yes,” he said in a low voice. “Take your earring off.”

You paused, once again admiring that spark dancing in his pupils. “Why?”

He didn’t answer, the look on his face unchanging.

You waited a beat before complying, quickly but carefully removing both earrings and handing them over to him. He placed them on a stone nearby before slowly turning back to you, moving so closely that you were almost nose to nose. You could feel the energy pulsing off of his skin.

“So that I can do this.”

Slowly, he moved to wrap his lips around the bottom of your ear.  You inhaled on reflex, goosebumps immediately dancing lines along your arms. His mouth was so soft and warm, and you could feel the hairs on your neck stand to attention for him as he gently trapped your earlobe between his lips, playfully sneaking his tongue along the edges.

Your wrists started to twitch ever so slightly, wanting to embrace him, but your competitive side reared it’s playful head: you didn’t want to “succumb” so easily, despite the dizzying tingle in your skin that begged you to. Instead you focused on trying to breathe evenly and not make a sound.

Taking his sweet time, he slowly placed gentle nips up the curve of your ear, moving to hold the back of your head with his long, warm hand.  You managed to suppress the shudder your body was desperate to release, but it dispersed into hot tingles that crawled their way down your legs in waves: you couldn’t help but to close your eyes and move your head to give him better access, and a small sigh escaped your lips.

He licked your earlobe again, warm and wet; giving it another few gentle bites before nuzzling behind your ear, kissing the skin there. You felt his hot breath spread down your neck as he paused a moment, his lips hovering just above your skin before he slowly moved to face you, his eyes hooded and sparkling.

He met your eyes with a sexy, boyish grin. “My turn,” he almost whispered.

You swallowed hard, nearly shaking as he put his hand to his pink lips, thinking for a moment, snowflakes collecting at the crown of his head.

“What…” he started in a playful tone. “…was our first drink together?”

You couldn’t help it: you scrunched your lips into a pout and he laughed.

“Hey, it should be easy if I left an impression on you,” he teased, winking.

Shit.

You shifted uncomfortably, struggling to remember, piecing together the parts of the night that you could still picture.

You remembered the set-up bar, decorated with fairy lights and buckets full of ice embracing sparkling wines; blood-deep reds lined up tastefully on display. But it wasn’t wine you had in your hands; it was something a little darker in thick, short glasses with lots of ice.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying not to show any uncertainty.

“Jack and Gingers.”

That flash showed up again in his eyes and he smiled wickedly. You groaned, covering your face. “Wrong,” he said, still smiling. “We had Two Star Bourbon Cokes.”

Ugh, of course you did! Once he said it, you remembered in a flash. You could still faintly picture his warm smile as he handed the tinkling glass to you; how you’d said “Cheers!” before taking a drink.

He was running his eyes over you again, and your breath caught in your throat. There really was something about those eyes of his: it felt like they could see all of you under the dark water. It was a stare like fingertips dancing down your body.

His hand reached out and gently took your own, raising it up and out of the water. “I pick this hand,” he said in a low murmur.

You could only watch him, entranced, as he slowly smoothed out your fingers. He paused to look you in the eyes before bringing your hand up to his plush mouth, pressing it to your wrist in lingering, sensual kisses; slowly moving upward through the curve in your palm and along your fingers. He brushed his mouth lightly across your fingertips, teasing them, his hot breath scaring off the cold mountain air, before gently nipping the tender skin there. You felt it in every part of your body; dull waves of pleasantry, like the tickling of feathers.

He tried to hold your gaze, but you had to look away; those eyes were too intense. However, it was hard not to focus on the sweet pink that blushed over his swollen lips: you watched them slowly bring his kiss back to your wrist, blooming warmth. His eyelashes looked so long as he closed his eyes: they rested against his cheeks in spidery black wisps.

He hummed gently, sending soft vibrations up your arm, and you shuddered in response. Who knew hands were an erogenous zone?

You moved your eyes back to his, and he trapped you in a steady, sultry gaze. He smiled slightly, gently moving your hand to his smooth chest: you could feel his heart pounding in a hard rhythm, warm and swollen with blood. He paused for a moment and then grinned wickedly, slowly sliding your hand lower, lower, before stopping at his firm stomach.

You let your palm blossom out, smoothing against his hot skin. He met your eyes once more, and you could almost feel the energy in them licking at your skin. You were both daring each other and resisting each other all at once, and it was a wild, exciting feeling.

You bit your lip furiously, your wrist twitching, tempted to keep traveling down, but you kept it there as he gently ran his fingertips over the back of your hand. You cleared your throat and snapped yourself to attention, straightening your back and pulling your palm away. He remained smiling devilishly at you: he knew he’d gotten to you, and he loved it.

“Your question,” he grinned.

You exhaled, licking your lips, searching your mind for something that sounded fair but that he clearly wouldn’t be able to answer correctly. When you found it, you let a smirk of your own cross your face. You decided to steal his example question.

“What’s my favorite color?” You asked sweetly, cocking your head.

His eyes narrowed through a taunting smile. “…Really?”

You giggled. “Really.”

He sighed, looking up at the stars as if they’d align themselves to spell out the answer.

You waited, smirking proudly at him, but it was admittedly hard to keep gloating calmly when there were mere centimeters between your bodies. The butterflies grew to the size of birds, migrating from your stomach to your chest: it felt like being a teenager again, standing next to your crush in the lunch line, overwhelmed with hormonal rage and wishing- begging -for the world to shift so you could bump into each other; so he would bring his body closer, if only for a moment. It was a desperate feeling, but had grown into a sexy one now that you were a woman, and your head was reeling.

He finally settled on an answer, but his eyes were uncertain. “It’s blue. I’d bet money on it.”

Now you knew what that sweet rush of victory felt like, and he narrowed  his lips nervously as your mouth grew into an unstoppable grin. “Well, you’d lose that bet,” you announced, delighted. “Your answer is incorrect.”

He took in a breath and let it go in a shaky sigh, straightening himself up. “I admit defeat,” he smiled coolly, but there were still flecks of nervousness in his eyes.

You were loving it: it was so thrilling to create the same rush of anticipation in him that he’d created in you. You could feel it emanating from him in a pulse, like it was reaching for you.

You allowed your eyes to search him: he’d brought himself a little further out of the water, the light from the moon reflecting off his wet body. You didn’t know how you could possibly choose one part of it to claim, but you weren’t going to lose your cool: you were determined to hold your ground and beat him at his own game.

Choosing his lips felt like giving in too much, so you pushed some of his hair away from the side of his neck, watching goosebumps break out under the touch.

“I choose here,” you said softly, running fingers down the length of his neck. He inhaled, his eyes fluttering nearly closed. Clearly, you had chosen a weak point.

You smiled in wicked victory before replacing your hand with your lips, indulging in hungry, deep kisses, resting your hand at the nape of his neck. He leaned into the kiss, and you could feel his head start to tilt back and then stop as he tried to maintain composure. You smiled, adding your tongue to his soft skin, licking and biting at your leisure: you could almost feel his flesh rippling beneath your lips.

His warm neck tasted like the spring water, and he finally let his head move slightly back, inviting you to more. His defined jawline was the perfect frame, and you could almost taste the moans gathering in his throat. You were greedy for them, but forced yourself to hold back from going hog-wild, despite the instinct to wrap yourself around him entirely.

You felt his hands hovering on either side of your hips, daring themselves to land. Feeling cheeky, you made the distance between you as small as it could be without actually grazing skin.

Every small movement he made sent tiny hills of hot water rolling out from your bodies, like heartbeats. His mouth was open, lids heavy and closed, and you paused to admire him before pulling back and willing your nerves to calm down.

He slowly blinked his eyes back open and lowered his face to meet yours. “You’re wicked,” he whispered, his lips just barely hovering above your own. It was as though his words could physically touch you.

You gripped the sides of your legs tightly, refusing to reach for him; refusing to move that tiny bit forward to feel his kiss. Instead, you inhaled deep and moved back a little, feeling your whole body blush.

He smiled that playful, scrunched-up-nose smile and then stood at his full height, hovering above you. Steam rose off of his skin, and the water stopped just at the top of his defined hips. You stared blatantly. He, also, was finally allowing his gaze to move downward towards your breasts, but he jerked his hand up to his lips, resisting temptation.

You smirked.

“Come on,” he said, instead taking your hand that now belonged to him. “We should sit at the shallow end for a while. You look really flushed, we should get you cooled down a bit.”

You cursed inwardly: you could resist his actions, but your skin still revealed the crazy battle of anticipation inside of you.

So you followed obediently, watching the water reveal more and more of his firm ass as you neared the shallow end. But like a pro, he swiftly moved back to a sitting position on one of the smooth rocks, pulling you to sit beside him. Your eyes wanted so badly to travel down to his lap, but you didn’t want him to even have that small victory over you. You dared to remain looking only at his face.

He studied your expression, seemingly aware of the struggle, and laughed softly under his breath. “You doing ok?”

You gritted your teeth as you grinned. “I’m doing great.”

His eyes lit up again as he chuckled, running his gaze over your face.

You sat like that for a moment, just looking at each other. You were so aware of his closeness; it was like electricity hummed over his body. Your joined hands pulsed together, drunk on just that small connection of skin on skin.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, holding up his free hand towards your cheek. He caught himself, though, and froze his palm just above your skin. You smirked, and he lowered his hand, clearing his throat.

“So are you,” you responded.

It was like he had fireflies in his pupils. You couldn’t get used to it.

You feigned confidence and sat up a little straighter, daring him with a smirk. He continued to look back at you, and you wondered if he could see the kinds of things in your eyes that you saw in his; if the lights in his stare allowed him to. You almost wanted to ask him but didn’t know how.

He adjusted in the water, not letting go of the hand he’d claimed. “Okay. My question, now.”

Aw, shit. You cleared your throat as daintily as you could and waited.

Now it was his turn to smirk at you. “Where do I live?”

You let out a little gasp. How was that fair?!

His smirk deepened. “I did tell you that night, so it’s not technically an unfair question.”

You furrowed your brow, pouting. “That’s so mean.”

His smirk transformed into a child-like, full-tooth grin, and he cocked his head innocently to the side. “That’s my question!”

You couldn’t help the smile that briefly danced along your lips: he was kind of weird, but you liked it. You were amazed at how much his face changed with his thoughts.

“I mean…you could live in Iceland, for all I know,” you mumbled to yourself.

He rose his eyebrows, grinning. “Wrong! You lose.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Hey, that wasn’t my answer!”

“Too late,” he said, his voice still playful but now soft and deep.

He squeezed your hand, that boyish smirk never faltering. The see-sawing between his cuteness and his sexiness was making your head spin: he was duality personified.

He placed his lips near your left ear and whispered softly. “Why? Are you nervous?”

You felt that voice between your legs, but maintained a somewhat composed appearance. “No,” you replied, meaning to sound firm. But the tremor in your voice was unmistakable.

He just kept smirking confidently. You braced yourself.

“Hmm…” He ran a hand through your hair, and you playfully smacked his wrist away.

“Unless you’re choosing my head, no touching. I already let you get away with that once,” you retorted, giving him a look. “Cheater.”

He laughed out loud. “Okay, okay, understood.”

He sighed out the rest of his chuckles and his face quickly grew serious again as he ran that hand through his wet hair, slowly scanning his eyes downwards towards your chest.

Oh, shit.

“I pick…” He raised his hand and slowly moved to run his pretty fingers along your ribs, just under your right breast. You shuddered under the light touch. “Right here.”

As you inhaled and steadied yourself, he got to his knees in front of you again, moving his head down to gently brush his mouth against your skin. Your nerves responded to him in tender sparks: he could make any part of your body feel like your most private and sensitive areas.

He opened his warm lips against you, breathing heat into your body, working his mouth masterfully just below your breast. You could see the goosebumps standing to attention along your chest, and noticed them spreading along his neck, as well. The sight of them made it that much more difficult to resist him.

He placed his hand gently against your left ear, tenderly manipulating the angle of your body to his will. Every touch sent more fire between your legs to the point you could feel your pulse throbbing there.

You couldn’t help it: a small moan fluttered out of your throat, and you felt him smile against your skin as he continued his perfect attack, allowing his fingertips to gently brush the top of your ear.

No one had ever touched you like that before. Who exactly was this guy, anyway? And where had he been hiding all your life?

“You’re so soft,” he hummed against your skin in his low voice, and another shower of goose-flesh enveloped you.

Just when you thought you were really about to lose it, he closed a final kiss to your lower rib, slowly raising his head to look at you again, loose strands of wet hair falling into his eyes.

Your chest was visibly rising and falling, but you managed to pull your facial expression together, staring right back at him. You didn’t even give him a warm-up, this time. “How old am I?”

The pride in his grin dimmed significantly and he raised his eyebrows at you. “I thought it was impolite to assume such things,” he responded coolly.

You cocked your head at him, mimicking that little habit of his. His smile grew wider as you wrinkled your nose at him. “I wasn’t aware we were discussing social norms.”

Now he used both hands to run through his thick hair, shaking his head and smiling nervously. “I could get in real trouble, depending on my answer.”

You didn’t respond, maintaining that teasing smirk. He chewed on his plump lower lip as he observed your face, bringing his hand to his chin as he thought.

“Let me see,” he mused.

You waited for a few more beats. “You have 5 seconds to answer.”

His eyes went wide. “Wow, you’re ruthless.”

“Well, you cheated!”

Mischief danced over his handsome face and he giggled. “Did I?”

You didn’t respond once more, raising your eyebrow at him daringly. A few ticks went by before he shrugged his shoulders and sighed in exasperation before correctly guessing your age.

Your mouth fell open.

He was delighted to see your surprised look and pointed his finger at you, chuckling. “Aha! See, that’s what you get when you’re not nice.”

Your lips were moving but no words were coming out. You were genuinely in shock. You couldn’t get yourself to respond.

Before you could register the movement, he brought his hands to hover over either side of your face, and you were nose to nose once more. You prayed he couldn’t feel you trembling.

“I already know what more of you I want,” he whispered above your lips.

You closed your eyes and sighed as he placed kisses from the top of your cheek down to your jaw, taking his sweet time.  You could smell his skin, he was so close: it was a watery, dizzying smell. A smell only a man’s skin can produce. He placed his hand on the place just below your breast that he owned, rubbing gently, relaxing you into his touch. Making his way back towards your lips, he paused- daring himself -and when he didn’t move any further, you took your chance, immediately breaking away and sloshing as fast as you could in the opposite direction. “You have to catch me, now!”

His whole face lit up as he laughed out loud, stumbling awkwardly through the hot water towards you. He tripped once or twice, and as the water got deeper and your laugh grew louder, you slowed down, nearly tripping yourself.

“That’s against the rules!” He whined, but you only cackled in response.

“You never said that,” you replied in sing-song, pushing your body against the strong water.

You could hear him splashing behind you as his long legs allowed him to catch up, and he wrapped his hand around yours, spinning you to face him. Panting and sighing out your smiles, you grew dangerously close once again, and that mischievous light wholly overcame his deep eyes.

He lowered his face to kiss your cheek again, smoothing his hand along it, but he paused suddenly, moving to allow his mouth to hover millimeters above yours. Heat radiated off of his ripe lips, and you felt his body tense a little in hesitation, like he was asking permission. You denied him that, taking a full step back. It was game on, now.

You watched as a cute, disappointed pout bloomed on his face.

“Are you getting nervous?” you teased.

He ran that pretty hand down the side of his neck, scrunching his nose up at you. His little habits were so endearing, it was completely maddening.  

“No,” he quipped, smiling.

You perched yourself back down on the bench and he sat beside you. You noticed him eyeing the large, round resting beds at the edge of the spring, but he caught himself and quickly looked back at you.

“Your question,” you grinned.

You could see him searching his mind through his eyes; that glint hadn’t left them. “Hmmm,” he hummed.

You waited, trying to calm your heart rate. What was it about this man that got you so excited?

“What color are my eyes?” he spat out before quickly spinning away from you.

You laughed out loud. Did he think you weren’t as observant as he clearly was?

Big mistake.

“Brown,” you answered simply. “Wam brown like maple syrup.”

You watched his shoulders tense up as he slowly turned around to look at you. “…Ok, I admit it. That was a lame question,” he chuckled.

You didn’t let him chuckle long: it was revenge time. You thumbed over his left nipple and he shut his mouth in a gasp, the smile leaving his face. You could almost hear him thinking “Oh, shit.”

“Right here,” you whispered, leaning closer to him. You could see him twitch, wanting to lean back a little- save himself some face. But he adjusted. “This part of you is mine.”

Before he could register it, you wrapped your hand gently against the side of his neck and pursed your lips around his nipple, instantly earning a shudder and a little hiss out of him. You smiled shamelessly, nipping gently before flicking your tongue over the hardened peak of skin. You instantly felt him trembling: apparently, you had a gift for immediately finding his weak spots.

“Oh come on,” he groaned, but he pushed his chest out further for you, tangling his hands in your hair. You let him, this time.

You kissed circles around his sensitive nipple; light, teasing ones that left goosebumps draped all over him. He started panting gently, rubbing your scalp in circles with his palm. You were loving the power you suddenly had over him- that he had over you -and you wanted more. Resisting the overwhelming urge to grab his dick under the warm water, you continued your attack on him for a few moments more before leaving a final, slow lick.

The tops of his cheeks were flushed and he stared at you with his mouth slightly open, breathing hard. “Can you read my mind or something?” he stuttered.

You chuckled. “What do you mean?”

He swallowed hard and repositioned himself. “It’s like you know just where to touch me.”

You grinned. “Likewise.”

His cheeks grew even pinker at that and he looked to his side shyly for a moment before returning your smile with his own. “Glad to hear it. Your turn.”

You blew a raspberry between your lips. Half of you wanted to give him an easy one, but the other half was still in competition mode. You settled for an in-between one.

“What’s my name?” you asked softly.

He didn’t hesitate before responding. “Easy.”

He said your name, and the way he said it- softly, but with a slight purr -made your spine start to tickle. Aw, shit. You hadn’t expected him to remember it that easily, especially because you couldn’t remember ever formally introducing yourselves.

You swallowed. “Ok, maybe that was my dumb question.”He was grinning like a bobcat, and before you could say anything, he stood up and lifted you out of the spring, perching you on the edge. You widened your eyes in shock, fully exposed to him, now. You almost wanted to cover yourself, but the way he kept trailing those eyes up and down your body was too mesmerizing. He reached out his warm hand and placed it at the side of your knee, and you were trembling instantly.

“This leg,” he announced.

“Hey!” you protested. “You said it has to be above the waist!”

He smirked. “I lied.”

Before you could protest again, he held your leg and started running kisses up from your ankle all the way to your inner thigh, pulling shuddering whimpers out of you. “That’s not fair!”

He didn’t say anything, but you felt his smirk on your skin, and soon his kisses grew deeper and faster, sending waves of pleasure and heat up your body. Those lips were lethal, and he certainly knew how to use them. You couldn’t fathom where all of his shyness came from: clearly, he took whatever he wanted, and he put all of himself into claiming you.

You couldn’t help the sharp little gasps coming out of your throat: he’d earned them. Every time he kissed back up your thigh, he grew closer and closer to your swollen pussy, and you could feel his exhales like butterfly kisses: your body writhed in reflex, but not enough to pull yourself out of his grasp.

He paused and looked up at you, eyes now traceless of the shy man he had shown you: they were hungry, almost predatory. He kept his hand on your leg and leaned his cheek against the side of your knee, breathing hard and boring holes into your stare with his own.

Breathlessly, you managed to whimper, “Your question.”

That mischievous smile returned to his swollen mouth. “What’s my name?” He breathed.

Before you could even get nervous, it suddenly popped into your head.

“Taehyung.”

He grinned wider, moving to place his long hands on either side of your ass, pulling you down and folding your legs over his shoulders.

“Remember it,” he growled.

You blinked at him, chest heaving. “What, are you giving in?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Fuck yes,” he exhaled, diving his face between your legs and immediately sucking your clit into his mouth.

Your hands grabbed his hair in fists as if they had a mind of their own, and you laid yourself out for him, steam crawling off of your body and the stone just warm enough against your back as your arched into his wet mouth.

His tongue moved in waves of pressure against you, hard and soft, tasting hungrily. He moaned a little, and the vibration rippled deliciously through your whole body, blooming outward from his consistent movements. You were reaching your climax fast, and he seemed to be entirely aware of it, gripping your hips harder, not easing up in the slightest. You couldn’t even remember that you were in a public place that probably had a bit of an echo: your whole mind was overcome with pleasure from his hot, dedicated mouth. You could only moan helplessly as the knot between your legs grew tighter. You wanted to beg him for your orgasm, but you couldn’t speak.

Your hips twitched, moving to meet the rhythm of his tongue as he lapped at you, and he groaned as you pulled tighter on his hair, gasping. It only took a few more bucks of your hips before pleasure exploded from your pussy to the top of your head, mouth gaping open helplessly. His name came out of your throat readily, and he worked his tongue through your orgasm, gently releasing his grip on your hips as your heartbeat tried to regather itself. You were still dizzy with release as he hoisted himself up, holding himself above you, your legs dangling into the warm water. Eyes on fire, he held your face in his large hands and looked hard at you. “Good girl,” he whispered just above your lips, and you closed the distance between your mouths.

It was like an electric shock, but pleasurable: he immediately leaned into the kiss, wrapping his warm arms around your waist as much as he could, pressing his hard body to you. Your stomachs kissed as you enveloped each other, your head still reeling: his skin on yours met a need you didn’t even know you had.

Within moments you were enthralled in needy, deep kisses. He dipped his tongue into your mouth, humming with pleasure, and you could barely breathe: you gasped between kisses, moving your body against him. You could feel how hard he was- how smooth and defined, and ready for you. Your lips parted and met in fluid sweetness: you could almost taste honey on his tongue.

He broke the kiss to roll over and get to his feet, pulling you up. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, grasping his lips in another kiss as he stumbled over to one of the pool beds. You fell against it in an “oof!” and smiled at one another before wrapping yourselves in each other all over again. Your hips seemed to move on their own, the hot softness of his cock rubbing against you in perfect synch.

You pushed his shoulders back and turned the both of you over so you were straddling him, leaning back to take him in. “I want to look at you,” you breathed, scanning your eyes over his long torso and soft stomach.

You had never seen anything so beautiful. You couldn’t help yourself: you wanted to devour him and be devoured; wanted him weak for you the way he made you weak for him.

Your stomach exploded into pleasant flutters as you draped yourself over him, greedily kissing and sucking along his long neck and making your way down the center of his chest. His breath hitched as you hovered your lips above his erection, and you wrapped your hand around him before taking him into your mouth with a greedy hum.

That moan you had been waiting for finally let loose in his throat, deep and visceral, and he arched his back, bucking his sharp hips upward. Just the sound alone had you crazy, and you sucked him as deep into your mouth as you could, following your movements with your hand.

He whimpered like he’d never had a blowjob in his life, tenderly holding onto your head and moving you up and down. He tasted so soft and perfect: you wanted to keep pulling those gorgeous noises out of him until he begged you to stop.

You hadn’t been going long before he pulled your head up, eyes staring hard at you.

“I want you,” he breathed, his pretty chest moving up and down in deep breaths. “Right now.”

He snaked his hand over your throat, gripping just enough, before flipping the both of you over again and capturing your lips with his. He gently squeezed at your neck as he used his free hand to move your legs further apart, positioning his dick right at your entrance. You felt like you were going crazy: you swore you could feel the heat in his blood as he rubbed the head of his cock against your swelling clit before finally dipping his hips in elegant sharpness to push himself into you.

You cried out: you’d never been so turned on in your life, and as he slowly thrust deeper and deeper inside of you, you thanked whatever God there was that his asshole friends had sent him reeling into this hot spring.

His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he grunted. You could feel his strong thighs tremble as  he started picking up his pace, kissing at your collar bone, holding tight onto you in perfect control. His free hand went to grip the side of your ass, manipulating your movements, and you let him bend you to his pleasure, overwhelmed with the fullness of him.

“You feel so perfect,” he moaned breathlessly against your open lips.

You soon met each other’s rhythm, your hips falling perfectly into place, and at that point, nothing else existed except the feeling of him fucking into you desperately.

He started to moan louder and deeper and you couldn’t help the quick little whimpers pouring out of your mouth at every thrust. The combination of his needy groans and the speed of his movements was bringing you desperately close to climax, and you wished you could slow time down and bathe in that pleasure forever.

You were soon outright whimpering into his ear, feeling your pussy suck around him, and he buried his face into your neck as he picked up the pace even further. Your consciousness completely left you as you allowed yourself to indulge in the growing orgasm, and before you knew it,  you were calling his name again, powerful waves of pulsing pleasure rocking you into climax as your hips shuddered and twitched against each other. He cried out as he met his own release, holding onto you tightly, hot breath spreading steam out over your neck.

You lay like that, tangled into each other, until he slowly pulled out with a wince, moving his arms to wrap around you again. He panted against your chest before laying down gentle kisses: you could feel him still trembling, and you clung to his hot skin, kissing his temple.

A few moments passed, his body still draped over you, the steam from the hot spring and the heat from your skin keeping you both warm.

He suddenly started chuckling, and you let out a giggle as well.

“How about you stay in my room tonight?” he breathed, hugging you tightly to him.

You smiled, returning his hug.

“Only if we can play again.”

He lifted his head to look at you, smirking that boyish smile.

“Deal.”