The Muse Chapter 9

THE MUSE

Chapter 9

By David Inutookaminoma

The light wind laden with sea spray invited itself to Soan and Meike who had deployed the inflatable mattress on the terrace of the villa facing the ocean. Each of them, naked, tried to push the other to the explosion by multiplying the oral caresses. Each of them fought to push back the fateful moment of ejaculation. Soan was blowing hard; Meike had just led him to the unctuous second when a spurt of sperm escaped from his penis. With an incredible effort, Soan regained control by biting into a pillow. He felt Meike's tongue licking these few drops of his seed that had fallen on his belly.

Meike sniffed his skin, guiding his nostrils from his stomach to his neck, then to his armpit, which he licked tenderly.

It was Soan's turn to lean over Meike. The latter meowed loudly when his friend's lips took his testicles, one after the other to massage them orally. Then the photographer stared his muse straight in the eyes. He had him! With the tip of his index finger, he traced his excited penis, feeling its pulsations escape all control.

Meike covered his face with his hands, blowing hard. He let out a powerful moan when Soan's mouth swallowed his penis entirely, remaining still while applying a fantastic pressure on his member as if he were suckling it. Meike fought to resist: with one hand, he hit the mattress. With the other, he took Soan's hair. His body shook with uncontrolled tremors. He opened his mouth wide and, when his juice rose in a powerful abundance all over his penis and poured into the tasty mouth of his companion, he let out a warlike cry. He released so much sperm that it slipped from Soan's lips.

The latter then took the time to clean his companion's belly before kissing him for a long and delicious moment.

Soan's smartphone rang. At a glance, he read the message: "Samira". His blood boiled:

"Sorry Meike, I have to take this call!"

He jumped up and answered:

"Hi, Samira! How are you?... Well, thank you!... That's nice: I'll come see you when I get back from vacation... Excuse me?"

From the inflatable mattress, Meike saw that Soan's gaze was focused on him. He didn't understand anything about his conversation in French. However, it seemed obvious to him that he was talking about him with Samira. But what was Soan saying? Was he bragging about having a model in his bed?

The lines on Soan’s face revealed satisfaction and a form of contained joy.

Meike sat up when Soan ended his conversation. His friend walked over to him, put his smartphone on the floor, and forced him to lie down. He pinned his wrists to the bed, sat on his abdomen, and stared into his eyes:

“I have a secret to tell you. A few days ago, I forwarded some of your photos to some contacts.”

“You hid it from me?” Meike said, mimicking a reproach.

“Yes, because I had no idea what it would mean. The call I just got is going to change a lot of things, Meike.”

Soan fell silent, amused by his friend’s curious look. He freed one of his hands and slapped him on the buttock:

“Stop torturing me: what’s going on?”

“You’re expected in Paris in two days for a job interview with one of the biggest agencies in the sector. They have offices in Seoul and New York!”

Silence. Meike analyzed his friend’s words. Had he heard correctly? Wasn’t he dreaming?

“Pinch me! Tell me it’s real!”

Soan leaned over his chest and passionately kissed one of his nipples, which stiffened.

“You’re wide awake. You have to present your portfolio.”

“My portfolio isn’t ready!”

“Oh, you think so? Do you really think I was twiddling my thumbs every morning?”

Meike tried to move his wrists, which Soan had locked again, and was seized by a furious desire to hug him. But the latter stopped him. His whole body struggled in vain. Soan had strength.

“Don’t mess with me!”

“I’m not messing around: you have an appointment in Paris the day after tomorrow at 9:00. a.m.”

“But I need to go to the hairdresser…”

Soan countered Meike’s growing panic with his serenity, like a mountain facing the wind, or wisdom facing impatience.

“I’m going to make a few phone calls: everything will be fine.”

“I need some clothes!”

“You already have what you need here! I’ll let him know that I’m buying the CK suit, the Boss shirt, the derbies and two ties.”

“No! You’re not going to do that: I’m the one who’s paying.”

“If you insist, you’ll give me the money back. Meike, everything’s fine!”

“Let me hold you, please!”

When he was nestled against Soan, Meike sniffed his body odor, scattered a dozen kisses on his chest and neck, punctuated with thank yous.

Soan took his friend's face in his hands and, looking straight into his eyes, asked:

"If you sign this contract, will you sign for the escort agency?"

"Probably not..."

"If you sign this contract, will you come live with me?"

"Probably."

"Probably?"

Meike smiled, tightening his embrace.

"Yes... but we'll have to ask for STD tests."

"I agree."

"I want us to be free of any doubt on this subject..."

"Yes, I agree, especially since I already forgot the condom once...", Soan clarified.

"But it was so good!"

Soan fell silent, scrutinizing every feature of Meike's face, caressing his eyebrows, eyelids and lips with his fingertips.

"You know what? We're going to go to sleep."

"I'm not sleepy..." Meike retorted.

“We need to sleep, Meike: tomorrow we have to get up early and drive a long way to get home.”

“What time do we leave?”

“Five o’clock.”

“Damn! This is going to sting!”

Calm, Soan was chatting online with a young man to whom he had suggested posing for some erotic photos. His red hair marked his face with a hint of sensuality and gave him a more striking charm than the boy himself had imagined. The latter was nervous but his enthusiasm took over despite everything. He agreed with the photographer on the last details of their meeting.

In the lobby of the agency, a woman came up to Soan, gave him a welcome cup of coffee before sitting down to share this moment with him.

Samira was a very pretty woman of Moroccan origin who would certainly have turned his brain if he had been heterosexual. She admired Soan's photographic creations and worked hard to convince him to join the agency. They had ended up joking about it and becoming friends.

Stubbornly, Soan continued to refuse her offers for fear of losing his independence.

An office door opened. Soan controlled his burst of joy when he saw Meike appear surrounded by the agency director, the handsome Matthias, a furiously sensual thirty-something, and the latter's secretary who handed Meike a bundle of documents as well as a torrent of smiles. The German discreetly raised a thumbs up to him. Soan pursed his lips to stifle the cry of pride that rose from his lungs.

Matthias, smiling when he saw Soan, came towards him with a dynamic step to shake his hand.

“You did well to offer us his photos! They were amazing : when are you coming to work with us?”

“Never!”

“No, you can’t say that. You would get a very good salary.”

“But I would lose my freedom.”

Matthias smiled, looked at Samira:

“We have to convince him to work with us… What if we hired you for missions? Just missions!”

“We’ll see…”, grimaced Soan under whose eyes Meike received a hug from Matthias and warm wishes of welcome.

The two lovers, who had agreed not to let anything show of their relationship, waited until they were far enough away from the agency to jump into each other’s arms. They kissed passionately, all smiles.

“They gave me the rest of the vacation,” Meike informed them as they walked to the parking lot where they would meet Soan’s Yaris. “But then I’m taking off for a month in Seoul.”

“A month! Damn! How are you going to resist the handsome Koreans?”

“Hey! I’m with you now. I have no intention of making out with anybody else. I’ll have to go back to Hamburg to get my clothes.”

“Why don’t you ask for them to be shipped to you? Remember, we’re supposed to be going back on vacation.”

“That’s right… I’m making a request when we get back to the villa!”, demanded Meike, taking Soan in his arms. “There’s no way you’re going to work.”

“You know perfectly well that I can’t do that. I’m all alone: ​​I have to manage the mail and the orders!”

“Okay, but no more than an hour each day. All the rest of the time, you’re mine.”

They smiled.

Gradually, Soan’s face became serious again. To think that just a few days before, he still didn’t even want to hear about love.

When they got home, Soan picked up Meike who burst out laughing, carried him before throwing him back on the bed. Meike clung to him so much that he dragged him down with him. They rolled onto their sides, face to face, one caressing the other’s face.

“A month without you is going to be hard,” said Meike.

“I’m going to suck you so hard that you won’t have enough time in a month to restart sperm production!”

Soan burst into thunderous laughter, willingly letting Meike open his fly.

A month…

A month without Meike’s body heat against his skin, without his smell, without his mouth. A month of constant thoughts punctuated by little provocations from his friend privately posting videos of him in the shower.

On the other side of the world, the absence of the other deepened the same lack, the same frustrations. Meike liked to play on the nerves of his friend who remained in the Paris region.

“Let me introduce you to Cha Ha-Joon, my dresser!”

He attached a photo of the person concerned, a mix of Cha Eunwo and Choi Beom-gyu, to support his point.

“Are you serious? Is he your dresser, the one who sees you naked more often than me at the moment?”

“And hits on me!”

“I’m taking a plane tomorrow!”

When he received the message, Meike laughed good-naturedly.

“You’re the one I love.”

“Yeah…”

The next morning, when Soan woke up, he received a video of Meike masturbating.

A month… A month that was much too long! But when it came to an end, it seemed to have been so short.

The agency had sent a taxi to meet Meike at the airport and drop him off at the agency. He was released immediately for a week. He rushed by subway to surprise his Soan, to whom he had lied about his arrival time.

He rang the bell at his partner's house for whom the evening was just beginning and who opened the door, surprised in his underwear and t-shirt by this impromptu return. Meike threw himself on his prey, mouth wild, hands immediately diving to unbutton his pants which fell to his ankles. He roughly pushed Soan back, pressing him to sit on his office chair, dislodged his penis screaming with excitement, lowered his own shorts before straddling Soan who entered him. Their agitation was brief and intense, just mechanical. Soan ejaculated very quickly in Meike, who in turn abandoned himself on his partner's t-shirt.

In their situation, Meike dominated Soan, cherished him with kisses and caresses, flooded his face with smiles like the waterfall watered the thirsty valley.

When they were showered, they ordered Japanese cooked meals and sat on the sofa, Meike tenderly leaning against Soan.

“So… How is Mr. Cha? Is he still coming on to you?”

“One day, he put his hand on my shoulder so I told him we were together. The poor guy bowed about ten times while repeating “joesonghabnida”! I was embarrassed. We became friends.”

“Were you tempted?”

“I’m with you, Soan. I’ll never go with another man as long as that’s the case. But…, Mr. Cha is really…”

“…horny!”

“Seriously! He’s handsome and refined.”

Soan pushed him away with both hands:

“Get lost!”

They laughed heartily. Then Meike became serious:

“The Korean agency is pressuring Paris to keep me permanently in Seoul.”

Soan smiled:

“That doesn’t surprise me. What do you think?”

“I don’t want us to be separated from each other permanently.”

“Will you decide to ask me?”

Meike faced Soan, looking into his eyes, and took his hands.

“Do you want to follow me to Seoul? Do you want us to live together in Seoul?”

A month and a few days later, in the SEODAEMUN district, in the suburbs of Seoul, Meike and Soan moved to a Hanok combining respect for the rather traditional local framework and modernity, bordered by nature.

In a hot temperature, only for the first time in their new home after three weeks of distance since Meike had joined Seoul for his work before Soan, they were lying face-to-face, on their sides, dripping with sweat, smiling, The intertwined legs and hands. Their whispers married perfectly with the atmosphere around them. Their discreet laughs sparkled like bubbles in a cup of champagne.

At the end of his index, Meike runs down the impeccable Soan's face lines.

"고마워[1] Soan Hō!", he said. His eyes were pleasing while Soan was looking for his words.

"고마워 내 사랑[2]", prudently said Soan in a shimmering voice.

"Well done ! I am proud of you. You quickly learned! ”

Their mouths intertwined tenderly.

“사랑해[3].” sighed Soan before diving back between Meike's lips.

THE END

[1] “Gomawo” (in Romanized Korean): “Thank you”

[2] “Gomawo nae salang” (in Romanized Korean): “Thank you my love”

[3] "Salanyea" (in Romanized Korean): "I love you"