Little Pink Starfish

Ebi followed Saeon into the suite room, but his head was in chaos.
Was this just imitating a romance movie?
Or did Saeon have some intention in booking a suite?
But everything I recommended was rated for general audiences…

The confusion didn’t last long.
As soon as the door closed, Saeon kissed him, making his intention very clear.
Ebi grinned bashfully and closed the door, pulling Saeon into an embrace.
The soft rubbing and entangling of their tongues sent a thrill down the back of his neck.
While kissing without thinking, they stumbled over the sofa and tumbled backward with a thud.

When he came to his senses, he was lying face down on the carpeted floor with Saeon.
And not just lying down—he had gripped Saeon’s shirt so hard that the seam had ripped apart.
That alone was enough to make him inexplicably happy, and he let out a laugh—”haha”—out loud.

With one arm propped by Ebi’s head, Saeon looked down at him with eyes darkened by desire.
Ebi gently fiddled with the earrings and piercings dangling from Saeon’s ear and said:

“We’re not exactly rated for general audiences, huh.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means… we’re doing some advanced research in romance material.”

Ebi’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he stretched out his arms and wrapped them around the back of Saeon’s neck.
The warmth from Saeon’s body seeped into his arms.
Even though he hung on with some of his weight, Saeon didn’t budge an inch.

“Hug me and kiss me. Hurry…”

Just that soft plea made Saeon heat up quickly.
A rash and intense kiss rained down on Ebi’s entire body.
His lips and tongue throbbed from the force, and tingles lingered on his skin.
Their clothes came off in an instant.

“Ah…”

When Saeon persistently sucked on his nipple, Ebi let out a pained moan and wrapped his hands around Saeon’s head.
He gently ran his fingers through the soft hair, then rubbed the short, prickly strands near the nape of his neck.
That seemed to stimulate Saeon too—he paused for a moment, let out a long breath, huu, and lifted his upper body.

With his gaze fixed on the other person, Sa-eon took off and threw the suit jacket he had been wearing. He had barely closed the door, and since he hadn’t inserted the card key, the room was dim all around. In that darkness, the city night lights shone on Sa-eon’s face and body.

As he unbuttoned his dress shirt, the faint light flowed down his neat forehead, sharp nose bridge, slightly parted lips, sharp jaw… and his well-trained muscles.

To Ebi, who was a goblin, the scene in the dark was even clearer.

The dark eyes filled with shadow were longing for Ebi.

Facing those eyes, Ebi’s whole body heated up.

It didn’t come from feelings of embarrassment or shame.

It was pure lust, born from the instinctive desire for the other person’s body.

Ebi took off the pants he was wearing.

He kicked off his left shoe and pulled one leg out, and as he was about to take out the other leg, Sa-eon’s hand gripped his thigh tightly.

A desperate hand urgently swept over Ebi’s body.

They exchanged a ravenous kiss, not even realizing that the pants were still caught around Ebi’s right leg.

There was no chance to even think about taking off the underwear.

Held so tightly it was hard to breathe, Ebi’s head slowly tilted backward.

“Mm, ngh, mm…!”

Soon, something very hard and hot touched Ebi’s groin.

It was Sa-eon’s member.

With just two layers of underwear between them, the sensitive parts pressed tightly together.

The surprising pleasure made Ebi’s back arch straight.

Every time Sa-eon moved his hips — lowering, then lifting — the heightened excitement surged.

“Mm, feels good…”

Ebi lowered his gaze, eyelashes trembling, and wrapped his arms around Sa-eon, gently rubbing his forehead and cheek against Sa-eon’s neck.

A firm hand slipped inside the drawers and grasped Ebi’s fully hardened member.

“Ah…!” a moan escaped from Ebi’s lips.

Rubbing the two pieces of flesh directly together, slippery fluid smeared on the glans and the shaft. When Saeon grabbed it tightly with one hand and rubbed up and down hard, pleasure made Ebi’s waist tremble.Meanwhile, the other hand slowly stroked down his thigh and then grabbed his butt. After squeezing it a few times, the fingers groped the inside. With eyes half-closed in pleasure, Ebi showed a look of puzzlement.

“Why there…?”

“Can I try putting it in here?”

A firm finger, as if ready to push in at any moment, rubbed hard along the wrinkled groove between his buttocks. Ebi, briefly coming to his senses, swallowed dryly. Each time Saeon pressed in with his finger, Ebi’s hips flinched and trembled. Feeling confused, a little embarrassed, and also a bit curious, Ebi hesitated, then gave a small nod.

“It’s not like… it can’t be done, right?”

It was his first time having sex with someone. There had been many people who tried to seduce Ebi before, but he had never felt a strong enough desire to say yes. Because it was his first time, it was also the first time someone had touched such a private, embarrassing place and asked if they could put something in.

‘They say men do it from the back…’

He wasn’t completely ignorant about sex. After all, with over 500 years behind him—and especially after entering the entertainment world—he had heard and seen all sorts of things he probably shouldn’t have. Curious about what was about to happen, but also nervous, his body stiffened. Saeon gently stroked him. When a warm palm slowly ran down his side, Ebi let out a sound without meaning to—somewhere between a laugh and a gasp.

Soon, a finger slipped in from behind. At the unfamiliar sensation, Ebi slightly furrowed his brows. It didn’t exactly hurt, but the finger had only managed to push in about one knuckle with difficulty. It was because there was no lubricant. Maybe Saeon was thinking the same thing—he frowned with his handsome face and pulled his finger out.

“Mm, hold on a sec…”

Ebi reached a hand behind his back. After rummaging around for a while, he finally pulled out a hand cream he had used and tucked away last winter. Saeon raised an eyebrow.

He lifted Ebi halfway and looked behind him. There was nothing but a carpet underneath. Still puzzled, he ran his now-warmer palm slowly down Ebi’s back again. The ticklish touch made Ebi giggle softly and squirm. The mood was impossibly gentle and full of affection.

“How’d you do that?”

Saeon asked as he squeezed some hand cream onto his hand. His damp fingers gently rubbed between Ebi’s cheeks.

“It’s a goblin pouch, mm… ngh… I can only take things out when no one’s looking…”

Unlike before, the finger slid in deep this time. It still didn’t hurt, but the slippery finger going in and out gave a very strange feeling. As Saeon carefully added another finger, Ebi glanced at his lover’s groin.

‘It’s really big…’

Cucumber? No, it’s thicker than a cucumber. Sweet potato? No, it’s longer and shaped nicer than a sweet potato. Then… eggplant…? While staring, it even looked like it had gotten a bit bigger. Just as he unconsciously raised both hands to cover his mouth, there were already three fingers inside him. As Saeon squeezed out more hand cream and added another finger, he asked—

“Does it hurt?”

“Ah, no… but it just feels… strange…”

Feeling a tingling sensation behind his knees, Ebi rubbed the carpet with his palms for no reason. As if trying to figure out what it was like inside, or whether there was anything different from a human, Saeon slowly explored inside. He pushed his fingers in as deep as he could, then pressed while pulling them out—

It was just a moment.

“…Ah!”

A faint, electric-like jolt sparked from the top of his head—or maybe a little lower. The sensation was something Ebi had never felt before. Rather than fully processing it, his face was filled with confusion. Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed Saeon’s wrist.

“What… was that?”

A faint smile appeared on Saeon’s face. His dark eyes curved with joy, glinting brightly. Ebi found himself momentarily entranced by that smile.

“On humans, it’s about here anatomically. Glad to know goblins have it too.”

“What’s there, mm, ah, ngh!”

When Saeon rubbed the spot he had just brushed past, Ebi’s body twitched sharply.
An intense pleasure, like his lower body was melting, made his mouth open on its own, and his waist and legs lifted into the air.
His fingers, flailing in midair, grabbed the carpet tightly.
He didn’t know exactly what it was, but whatever good thing it was, it was definitely in the spot Saeon was touching.

As the fingers moved, Ebi’s pale skin gradually turned a reddish hue from the heat.
His thin eyelids fluttered, closing and opening repeatedly, and his lips parted as he exhaled shallow breaths.
The palm that was slowly stroking down his white abdomen reached his lower belly.
Saeon paused briefly, then pressed down on his abdomen with his palm, while at the same time using his fingers to press firmly on a soft, raised spot deeper inside the tender flesh.

“Ahhhh!”

While twisting his waist, Ebi raised his upper body and grabbed Saeon’s forearm. Then, panting heavily, he collapsed to the floor. Saeon gulped at Ebi’s bewildered gaze, as if asking what he had just done to him. Unable to resist the urge, he kissed the corner of Ebi’s reddened eyes. Soft eyelashes tickled his lips. This urge was clearly something entirely different from sexual desire.

When Ebi’s sweet scent mixed with the fruity smell of the hand cream, Saeon felt slightly lightheaded. As he slowly pulled out his wet, slick fingers from the gently twitching hole, he asked,

“Can I put it in?”

At that question, Ebi hesitated. It was clear that what Saeon was asking to put in wasn’t his fingers. It was something else—like that flesh-colored shaft that had been making its presence known for a while now.