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The sleek black car pulled up to the grand entrance of the historic Hotel Excelsior in Milan, Italy. Baek Kang-hyuk stepped out, his tall frame emerging from the vehicle. He grabbed his leather briefcase and strode purposefully through the revolving doors into the opulent lobby. The marble floors gleamed beneath ornate crystal chandeliers. Italian staff in crisp uniforms greeted him with polite nods.
Kang-hyuk approached the front desk, his voice carrying a hint of his native Korean accent as he checked in. "Good evening. I have a reservation under Baek Kang-hyuk." The receptionist, a handsome young man with slicked-back dark hair, smiled and tapped at his keyboard.
"Ah yes, Dr. Baek. We have you in our premium suite for the duration of the medical conference. Here are your key cards." He slid two gold-plated cards across the polished counter. Kang-hyuk took them with a curt nod of thanks.
The elevator ride to the top floor was smooth and silent. Kang-hyuk's mind raced with thoughts of the busy day ahead - meetings with international trauma specialists, presentations on new surgical techniques, networking events. As the doors slid open, he walked down the plushly carpeted hallway to room 1508.
Unlocking the door, he stepped into a spacious suite with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the twinkling lights of Milan. A king-sized bed dominated one side of the room, while a modern living area with a sleek sofa and coffee table occupied the other. Kang-hyuk set his briefcase down and moved to the large marble bathroom.
He turned on the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his muscular frame as he stripped off his clothes. The steam began to fill the room as he stepped under the powerful spray, letting the heat soothe his travel-weary muscles. Kang-hyuk's mind wandered to thoughts of home, of Yang Jae-won, his boyfriend of over a year.
They had been inseparable since Jae-won had joined Kang-hyuk's trauma team, the shy young doctor blossoming under his mentor's tutelage. Now, for the first time since they'd become a couple, they were apart for more than a night. The conference in Milan would last a full week.
As he finished his shower and wrapped a plush towel around his waist, Kang-hyuk glanced at the clock on his phone. 12:47 AM back in Seoul. Surely Jae-won would be asleep by now. He contemplated calling, but decided against it - the shy young doctor needed his rest before another long shift at the hospital.
Kang-hyuk pulled on a pair of silk pajama bottoms and settled onto the sofa with his laptop, preparing notes for tomorrow's presentations. The exhaustion of travel and the weight of the upcoming conference pressed down on him, but his thoughts kept returning to Jae-won.
Meanwhile, in their shared apartment in Seoul, Yang Jae-won tossed and turned in their bed, one arm outstretched across the empty space beside him. The digital clock on the nightstand read 1:03 AM. Jae-won's mind raced with worry - had Kang-hyuk made it to Milan safely? Was he settling in okay?
Unable to sleep, Jae-won finally gave in and picked up his phone from the nightstand. With trembling fingers, he dialed Kang-hyuk's number, his heart pounding in his chest. As the phone began to ring, Jae-won's breath caught - what if Kang-hyuk was already asleep? What if he was angry at being woken up?
But before he could second-guess himself, a familiar voice answered, sounding alert and warm. "Jae-won-ah? Is everything alright?"
"H-hyung…" Jae-won's voice came out as a shy whisper. "I'm sorry for calling so late. I just… I couldn't sleep. I was worried about you."
A smile spread across Kang-hyuk's face as he heard Jae-won's soft voice. "I'm fine, baby. I just got out of the shower and was about to go to bed myself. I'm glad you called."
Jae-won could hear the smile in Kang-hyuk's voice, and it made his heart flutter. "How was your trip? Are you settled in okay?" He asked, trying to keep his tone casual despite the flutter of nerves in his stomach.
"It was long, but smooth. The hotel is beautiful - much nicer than I expected. I have a great view of the city." Kang-hyuk leaned back on the sofa, phone pressed to his ear. "How about you? How was your shift?"
"Oh, you know… busy as always. We had a bad car accident come in just as I was about to leave." Jae-won's voice took on a note of pride as he recounted the night's events to Kang-hyuk. As he spoke, Kang-hyuk's mind wandered, imagining Jae-won in his scrubs, focused and determined as he worked to save lives.
"You're amazing, you know that?" Kang-hyuk said softly, interrupting Jae-won's story. "I'm so proud of the doctor you've become."
Jae-won blushed at the compliment, his free hand coming up to toy with the collar of his pajama top. "Thanks, hyung. That means a lot, coming from you."
There was a brief pause, the two men content to simply listen to each other breathe for a moment. Then Kang-hyuk's voice came through the line again, lower this time, with a hint of playfulness.
"You know, I'm not wearing anything right now," he said, his tone suggestive. "Just this towel around my waist."
Jae-won's breath caught in his throat at Kang-hyuk's words. He could feel heat rising in his cheeks as his mind conjured the image of his boyfriend, water still glistening on his toned chest, that towel barely covering anything.
"H-hyung…" Jae-won stammered, his voice coming out breathy and unsure. "What are you trying to say?"
Kang-hyuk chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down Jae-won's spine. "I'm just saying… I miss you. I miss the way you look at me, the way you touch me. I'm lying here imagining your hands on my skin instead of this towel."
Jae-won swallowed hard, his free hand drifting down to rest on his own chest, fingers toying with the top button of his pajama top. "I miss you too, hyung," he whispered. "Every night in our bed feels so empty without you."
"Then why don't you make yourself comfortable, Jaewon-ah?" Kang-hyuk's voice was a low purr now, thick with desire. "Lie back on the bed, close your eyes, and let me tell you exactly what I'd be doing to you if I were there."
Jae-won's heart raced as he complied, stretching out on the bed and letting his eyes flutter shut. He could almost feel Kang-hyuk's presence beside him, his strong hands sliding over Jae-won's body.
"I'd start by kissing you," Kang-hyuk continued, his voice a sensual murmur. "Slow, deep kisses that make you melt against me. I'd slide my hands under your shirt, feeling the smooth skin of your stomach, your chest…"
As Kang-hyuk spoke, Jae-won's own hands began to move, mirroring the actions his boyfriend described. He unbuttoned his top slowly, gasping softly as the cool air hit his heated skin.
"Then I'd kiss my way down your neck," Kang-hyuk purred, "licking and nibbling at that sweet spot that always makes you shiver. I'd suck a mark there, right where everyone can see it and know you're mine."
Jae-won let out a soft moan, his head tilting back to expose his throat as his fingers trailed over the sensitive skin. "Hyung…" he breathed, the word coming out needy and desperate.
"I'd keep going lower," Kang-hyuk promised, his voice rough with want. "I'd take one of your nipples in my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue until you're writhing beneath me. Then I'd give the same attention to the other one."
Jae-won's fingers found his nipples, rolling and pinching them gently as Kang-hyuk described his actions. Pleasure zinged through him, making him arch off the bed.
"Oh god," Jae-won whimpered, his free hand drifting lower to palm himself through his pajama bottoms. He was already hard, aching with need.
"Shh, baby, I've got you," Kang-hyuk soothed, his own hand sliding beneath his towel to wrap around his own straining erection. "I'd keep kissing down your body, worshipping every inch of you with my mouth. I'd lick and nip at your hip bones, making you beg for more."
Jae-won was panting now, his hand moving more urgently over his clothed length. "Please, hyung," he begged, not even sure what he was asking for anymore. "I need…"
"I know what you need," Kang-hyuk growled. "I'd pull those pants off you, spread your legs wide open. I'd look at you for a moment, all spread out and desperate for me, before diving in and licking a long stripe up your length."
Jae-won cried out at the vivid description, his hand shoving his pants down to free his aching cock. He wrapped his fingers around himself, stroking in time with Kang-hyuk's filthy words.
"Fuck, Jae-won, you sound so good," Kang-hyuk groaned, the wet sounds of his own hand moving over his erection coming through the phone. "I'd take you in my mouth, all the way to the base. I'd swallow around you, let you feel my throat, until you're fucking my face and I can barely breathe."
Jae-won was lost in sensation now, Kang-hyuk's voice painting such vivid pictures in his mind. He thrust up into his fist, imagining it was Kang-hyuk's hot mouth around him instead.
"I'd keep sucking you until you're right on the edge," Kang-hyuk panted, "then I'd pull off and flip you over. I'd grab the lube, work two fingers into you, stretching you open on my hand until you're a desperate, begging mess."
Jae-won sobbed at the thought, his free hand reaching down to circle his entrance. He circled the tight furl of muscle, teasing himself as he listened to Kang-hyuk's dirty talk.
"I'd find that spot inside you that makes you see stars," Kang-hyuk promised, "and I'd rub it until you're fucking yourself back on my fingers, desperate for more. And then, when you're so close you can't even think straight, I'd line myself up and push inside you, slow and deep, until I'm buried to the hilt."
Jae-won cried out, two fingers pushing inside his tight heat. It burned a little, but the stretch felt so good, especially with Kang-hyuk's filthy promises ringing in his ears.
"You'd be so tight around me," Kang-hyuk groaned, his hand moving faster over his own length. "So hot and perfect. I'd have to still for a moment, let you adjust, before I started to move. Slow at first, letting you feel every inch of me as I slid in and out."
Jae-won was panting now, his fingers pumping in and out of his own body as he imagined it was Kang-hyuk inside him. "Hyung, please," he begged, not even sure what he was asking for anymore. "I need you so bad."
"I know, baby, I know," Kang-hyuk soothed, his voice strained with his own impending release. "I'd start to move faster, harder, angling my hips to hit that spot inside you over and over until you're seeing stars. I'd reach around and take your cock in my hand, stroking you in time with my thrusts until you're right on the edge."
Jae-won was lost to pleasure now, his hips bucking up into his fist as his fingers worked his prostate. "I'm close," he panted, the words coming out broken and desperate. "Hyung, I'm so close."
"Me too, baby," Kang-hyuk groaned. "Come for me, Jaewon-ah. Come with me. I want to feel you fall apart."
That was all it took. With a choked cry, Jae-won came hard, his release spurting over his fist as his body shook with the force of his orgasm. On the other end of the line, Kang-hyuk's own release followed moments later, his deep groan of Jae-won's name sending aftershocks through the younger man's sensitive body.
They lay there for a moment, both men panting as they came down from their highs. Finally, Kang-hyuk's voice came through the phone, soft and affectionate.
"I love you, Jaewon-ah," he murmured. "I miss you so much. When I get back, I'm going to make love to you all night long."
"I love you too, hyung," Jae-won whispered, a smile in his voice despite his exhaustion. "I can't wait."
They talked for a few more minutes, soft and sweet, before saying their goodnights. As Jae-won drifted off to sleep, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. No matter the distance, no matter the time apart, he and Kang-hyuk would always find their way back to each other.