Tiffany had gone to sleep as soon as her body met the soft bed of hers even though she told her father that she wanted to talk to the old man.
While the girl was safe in her dreamland, Erik was nowhere near sleepy, nor did Sir Hwang. The two males stayed in the living room, having a hot chocolate that Erik made out of the old man's request. It was unusual but the boy complied anyway.
Erik thought it was quite an honour for him to do something that the father of his lover requested, although it was not that much. Well, except if the old man wanted him to leave Tiffany. That would be a different case.
"So, how's life, Erik? Has it been good for you?"
Erik looked at Sir Hwang who was looking at him from the single couch. The boy set down his mug on the coffee table and exhaled slowly. Somehow, being alone with the old man made him tremble in his seat although not visibly. "Life's good. Never been better. How about you, sir? How was your conference?"
"It was good. Even better than I expected," Sir Hwang replied. Then things went silent, and the old man watched every move that Erik does, noticing his stiff movements. Sir Hwang chuckled, reaching forward to pat the young man's knee. "Don't be too nervous, son. It's just me."
It startled him that Sir Hwang noticed his anxiety that he tried so much to hide. Erik thought he was being stealthy and did pretty well in hiding his edginess. The boy stiffly chuckled and fixed his composure, trying to be as relaxed as he could. "I'm—it's just…I don't know…," Erik laughed when he failed to form a proper sentence. "I'm sorry, sir."
Sir Hwang seemed amused by the boy's jumpiness and softly laughed. "Now, don't you think calling me by 'Sir' is too formal? After all, I did owe you a lot for taking good care of my princess." He said, grinning when he saw Erik looked at his way. "Just call me uncle, or whatever suits you."
"I think uncle is perfect," Erik said after a little thought and smiled.
Things went silent again, but it was rather comfortable as both of them enjoyed the lukewarm chocolate drink, accompanied by the little sounds of sparks coming from the fireplace. While Erik was staring into the small fire, Sir Hwang continued to stare at the young man. Bit by bit, he saw the changes in his posture, noting that the boy had finally relaxed.
"Tiffany told me a lot about you," Sir Hwang said, breaking the silence. Erik looked at the old man with one of his eyebrows raised. "Don't worry, she told me all the good things." He chuckled.
"I hope so," Erik replied with a laugh. "Do you…have anything to ask or…"
"I do actually…," Sir Hwang leaned forward again. "Erik, do you truly fond of my daughter?"
…
Erik had met his previous girlfriends' family and all of them were under different circumstances.
For an instance, his third girlfriend's family caught him with their only daughter while they were on a date. On a simple date involving going to the cinema and dinner date, and then holding hands while walking the streets. Well, clearly the over-protective parents saw it as something inappropriate.
Another was when his ex's brother caught them kissing. It was something common to do for a couple, but the girl's family insisted that Erik came to introduce himself to them. He complied though, and then right after dinner, the father and brother went on telling him to set the wedding date. Erik stayed in a relationship with the girl for a week, and then broke it off when they kept on bugging him to married the girl.
Creepy.
There were so many stories to tell but Erik would prefer to keep it to himself. Tiffany's family was not an exception as they were one of those with different circumstances too, given that Erik met them on the first day they started living together. Long story, shortened, his trip to the US would be the second time meeting her family, albeit only his father.
Present time, Erik already planned out the event on telling Tiffany's father about his affection for the girl. He really planned it perfectly, and by perfect, Erik wanted to take Sir Hwang out on a men-only outing, and have him sit down while he ordered them fine meals. Sure, they were sitting down, but this scenario was not what Erik had in his mind.
"I—I do, sir…," Erik answered, sitting with his back straight to gain his courage. "I really do, sir."
"Now, what did I say about calling me, sir? Stop being formal, and call me uncle." Sir Hwang said, laughing as he saw Erik fidgeted in his seat. "I'll ask you once again—do you really like my daughter, Tiffany?"
"I'm sorry, maybe I've said it wrong," he said in all seriousness. The look on Sir Hwang's face made his insides clenched, and he could only pray hard for his head for the next thing he was about to say, "What I meant to say was that I love Tiffany, uncle. I really do."
Silence ensued them right after the words tumbled out of his mouth. Seeing how stoic the old man's expression was, Erik began to doubt his timing in telling his feelings to the old man. Perhaps, it was not the right time.
"You son, you sure know how to play," Sir Hwang exclaimed, exhaling loudly as he leant his back against the soft cushion. "I would have figured so. Played on the safe side so I don't get my hopes up high. I should've expect this but why I'm still surprised, I don't know."
Erik laughed, relieved that the old man took it rather agreeably. "And how exactly—"
"How is the easiest part," the old man said, cutting Erik's words as he happily explained, "When you've been a single father for a long time, there's this gut instinct—or more like a fatherly instinct." Sir Hwang smiled, and then went forward, letting his hand rest on the younger male's shoulder. "Actually, Tiffany told me everything about you, including how you kids fought...," the old man laughed when he felt Erik stiffened, "Oh I know, but rest assure, I'm not going to be mad about it. In fact, I'm impressed that you could survive my daughter's tantrums and childish behaviours. Her brother couldn't."
Erik laughed though still could not get over the fact that the father knew Erik used to insult and mock and threw bad words to his daughter. Well, at least the old man knew that it was not a one-sided thing either. They would not be having a great time as they were if that was the case.
"I thought you were joking when you said you'll come here with Tiffany," the old man said, "…but then when you called me again on Tuesday and sent me a picture of your tickets, I knew you were far from playing."
The boy kept mum as he listened to the old man talk. The remaining of his hot chocolate remained cold in the mug. The sweet treat did not entice him for the moment.
"I didn't think anyone would be willing enough to take care all of the billings for a trip, moreover from a student. So, I'm sorry but I checked your family backgrounds," Sir Hwang paused, and smile before continuing, "Your father is quite the noble man. I guess my suspicion was correct after all."
"Indeed, he is, but if you're going to say that I'm of the noble too, I'm sorry uncle, as I'm nowhere near as noble as my father." Erik politely said.
"You are not to judge yourself, son. Erik, you, by far, is the only boy that speaks formally to me without looking as if you're acting it. If you're worried that you're not making a good impression to me, worry not, I've liked you since the moment you greeted us back in the UK." The father explained and chuckled as he shook his head. "All that aside, I hope you're serious, regarding my daughter." He said, before downing the remainder of his chocolate drink.
"I am. Deeply, truly, madly serious." Erik said, his hands on his knees, with his back straight to somehow prove his point.
That was all Sir Hwang needed to know that his daughter was in good hands.
…
Sir Hwang and Erik had a light breakfast before the older man had to go to his office.
Both males woke up early even though they went to bed at almost two in the morning, both for different reasons. If it was not for an emergency meeting his boss held, Sir Hwang would still be in bed. As for Erik, the boy just could not adjust to sleeping on a different bed yet.
Erik was all alone in the kitchen with a set of meal right in front of him.
After given the permission to ransack the icebox, Erik went on to cook a proper breakfast for Tiffany. The young lad was all smile, thinking of how things were going great recently. His parents had long approved of Tiffany, and her father liked the idea of the two of them together. It was all too soon, but it was a good type of soon.
It took Erik only exactly fifteen minutes to prepare Tiffany's breakfast, and he kept the set in the microwave to prevent anything unpleasant from getting onto the food. Satisfied with what he did, Erik ran upstairs and went to Tiffany's room. The grin on his face widened as he turned the knob, finding it unlocked.
The boy quietly tiptoed to the large lump of the comforter on the bed. The sight reminded him of when Tiffany fell sick, and Erik smiled, remembering how adorable the girl was, even though she was still her grumpy self then. Right now, as the girl was asleep, Erik could not believe that they could get to this stage.
As Erik slowly peeled off the quilt from Tiffany, he saw her lovely and endearing sleeping face, amazed by how beautiful she looked even while she was fast asleep. Completely dishevelled, and out of every feminine aspect. However, Tiffany was still breathe taking, as always.
Could no longer resist the temptation, Erik slipped under the quilt too, before embracing her form from behind. Her body felt so warm, and she felt so small in his arms. Erik chuckled, revelling in the feeling of being content just by having Tiffany in his hold. The feeling just made him felt whole.
They stayed like that for a while as Erik was still enjoying her warmth. Then the girl turned, her face completely buried in his chest, and her slow and steady breathing was hitting his torso with warm air. It tickled, but Erik loved how perfectly her head snuggled under his chin.
"My little mousey," Erik muttered, as he stroked the girl's hair. When he thought that it was time to wake her up, Erik placed his hand on her arm and gently shook her awake. "Tiffany, wake up." He whispered gently.
Tiffany whined, moving her hand to her face before lying motionless in his arms, falling asleep again. Erik softly laughed and shook his head. The boy repeated his action again, this time pecking the crown of her head countlessly.
It seemed that his action finally woke her, as the girl pushed his chin away from her head, all the while whining in annoyance. Tiffany's adorable act made him laugh again. "Wake up, sweet cheeks. I made you breakfast."
The girl stretched her body and her arm slid around his waist, with her leg draped over his, hugging him in a koala hug. "I was having a nice dream." Tiffany groggily said head tilted although her eyes were still shut. "But you just have to wake me up at the nicest part."
Erik chuckled and patted her hair. "Yeah? What was it about?"
"You," she quickly answered, and then giggled when Erik hummed. Tiffany could practically hear his smile—although that sounded weird—so she decided to play with him. Maybe just a little bit. "I dreamed of killing you."
Erik gasped, "Oh my God," he exclaimed and then pushed Tiffany just enough to look at her face. The girl put on her best innocent expression, feigning ignorance of his shock. "You are the most psychotic girl I'd ever known."
Tiffany laughed, before hugging him tightly. "Just kidding. That would be the worst nightmare I've ever had," she said, and then kissed the underside of his neck. "I love you…"
The boy chuckled, and sighed, "I love you too, milady, I love you too."
…
Tiffany sat on the chair at the kitchen island as she watched two of the men that she loves were cooking and moving around near the cooking area.
It was adorable how her father seemed to be amazed at Erik's knowledge in culinary, asking the young boy for some tips. Erik was patience with her old man too, explaining why and how some of the things needed to be done in some ways. Tiffany found it charming how Erik seemed to be very relaxed in her father's presence.
When her father went out to take a call, Tiffany grinned widely. "Hey there, Chef Drop-dead-gorgeous," she said, which made Erik turned to her. "Can I be in your cooking class too?"
Erik laughed at Tiffany's attempt to flirt with him and wiped his hands on the apron that he was wearing. Erik looked rather cute in Tiffany's unused pink apron with pictures of teddy bears printed. It somehow just emphasised his child-like features more. "My cooking class isn't available for a girl that goes by the name Tiffany and ends with Hwang."
Tiffany laughed and shook her head. "And why would you ban her from your cooking class? Any particular reason?" The girl decided to play along and place her chin of the back of her hands.
Erik hummed, before answering, "Let me see," he feigned thoughtful expression, which made Tiffany laugh again. "…too distracting. Yes, that's it."
His answer made her smile widened. "And how distracting was I?"
"Very," Erik said, and leant his hips against the kitchen island, across Tiffany. "So, how do you like my surprise?"
Tiffany smiled, and leant across the kitchen island, closer to Erik. "I love it. Thank you."
"Good, I'm glad," the boy returned her smile with his own wide grin. "Do I have a present for what I did, or just a simple 'thank you' from my lovely girl?" Erik wriggled his eyebrows playfully. "My lips has been lonely. I think it needs a partner."
The girl laughed, "Oh my God, that's the worst pickup line I've ever heard!" Tiffany exclaimed as they both laughed. Shaking her head in amusement, Tiffany motioned Erik to come closer to her. "Alright, come here."
Erik obeyed the girl, and the next thing he knew was Tiffany planting a brief second kiss on his lips. He whined although in a low volume of his voice, saying that just a simple peck was not enough. "I want a smooch!"
Tiffany rolled her eyes and groaned. "Fine."
The girl pulled him harshly by the apron and crashed their lips together in a long kiss. Just as they were about to taste each other's mouth, the sound of a man clearing his throat interrupted them.
And there he was, the father of the girl Erik was kissing, standing by the kitchen doorway, wearing the naughtiest grin of an old man.
Before they could explain themselves—for no reason, because they were so flustered—Sir Hwang waved them off. "Oh, don't mind me, kids. I'm just going upstairs to get ready because my boss is picking me up." He said, and then walked away, still with the grin Erik knew he would have a nightmare of.
The old man popped his head from the doorway. "And, please, no sex on the counter. Hygiene before sex."
If there was anything more embarrassing in their life, perhaps this incident topped it effortlessly.
…
Fortunately, Sir Hwang was not present during lunch. That much less save them from feeling more embarrassed than before.
They did delve into the subject, making jokes on the old man's impromptu permission for them to have sex, but then before any of them could get deeper, they stopped.
It was funny really, but they could not shake the desire they felt for each other for a long time already. Compared to Erik's playful enthusiasm which Tiffany would always shot down before he could do any advance, she was genuinely curious.
Tiffany watched as Erik scrutinised every photo on display in her room and smiled to herself. His honest comments on each of them were absolutely adorable. Despite some of Erik's witty remarks, his genuine adoration was indeed what made Tiffany's heart swell. His lovable amused expression was one of his best bit she grew to love.
"I never knew you played the flute."
Erik's question brought her out of her thoughts and Tiffany immediately looked at his way. For a moment, she was blank on what was he talking about, but when she saw him holding a picture of her ten-years-old self on stage with a flute in her hands, Tiffany let out a nostalgic smile. "Oh, that was my hobby long ago. Now it's just a buried interest."
Erik returned her smile with his signature thousand-watt smile, "You looked absolutely adorable in that dress," he complimented and then placed the frame back to its place. "Why didn't you play it anymore?"
"Well, after my mother died of cancer when I was thirteen, I lost interest in it. She was the reason I picked up that hobby, after all," Tiffany explained. There was a flash of sympathy in Erik's eyes, but Tiffany found herself liked it that way. Before him, every time she had to tell people about her mother's death, they would cast her a pitiful gaze, and she hated it. The way they looked at her made her feel as if she was asking for some pity.
Erik nodded, and hummed before walking to her bed to sit by her side. "What type of cancer?"
"Breast cancer. She was a warrior. Been fighting it for a long time," Tiffany said and leant her head against Erik's bicep. The boy wrapped his arm around her, letting her rest her head comfortably on his shoulder, and her hands fiddled with his.
"How long did it take for you to finally get used to her not being around?"
Tiffany hummed, as her dainty fingers traced his rough hand. "I was finally able to grasp the fact that she died when I was fifteen, so I guess two years? I'm not sure." She said, and then sighed. "…but I have her to thank to because without her passing, I would never be independent. Sounds cruel, but then, there's a silver lining behind those dark clouds."
"True," Erik said, hugging her tight in his arm. He kissed the side of her head and smiled, "I love my strong girl."
"And I love you too," the girl looked up, smiling before pushing her body up to kiss him fully on his lips. "My SuperTaeng."
Things went silent for a while after that, before Tiffany pulled herself out of Erik's hold and sat by the headrest. She sits crossed-legs and then patted the space in front of her, beckoning Erik to sit opposite of her. The boy obediently complied, taking one of her small pillows into his arms.
Tiffany grinned, seeing somehow he resembled an enthusiastic child who was eager to hear a story. In an attempt to lighten up from the sad atmosphere, Tiffany suggested something. A 'Q & A' session, to be exact. Tiffany did not know how will it go and could only cross her fingers that things will go well.
"Alright," Tiffany said, and slowly exhaled before her grin widened. "Let's play detective."
Erik laughed, surprised by her sudden enthusiasm. "What do you mean by playing detectives?"
Tiffany rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue. "'Q & A'," she said. "You and me."
Her answer got his full interest. Erik set the small pillow in his arms to his side and then leant back, arms supporting his weight. "Okay, sounds exciting."
"Good," Tiffany said, and then rubbed her palms together. "I'll start with me first."
"Okay, whenever you're ready. It's all very exciting." Erik shifted in his seat with excitement and a wide grin spread across his face.
Erik waited as Tiffany deeply inhaled and her eyes closed as she did so. Then, when she finally exhaled quickly and opened her eyes, there was an impish smirk accompanying the mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Erik, you have to answer this honestly, okay?" Tiffany said, and Erik nodded enthusiastically. She giggled, and went on with her question, "Last full-penetrative sex?"
It was like a blow to his face.
Erik certainly did not expect her first question would be about his sexual life.
And certainly not expecting things to get out of hands either.
Tiffany was on Erik's lap, kissing him and holding him as if her life depended on him. Their hands roamed around each other, exploring and feeling up each other's skin feverishly.
Tiffany's first question was about his past sexual life, to which Erik sulkily replied as truthful as he was sullen, but it was for a short while. He countered her with the same question too. Then, somehow, the questions got even more dangerous.
First, they were only throwing pervert remarks, and then, there were some stolen kisses actions that lead to short making out sessions and pettings. Eventually, it escalated to what they were doing now.
The feeling of Erik's hand on the skin of her lower back made Tiffany tremble in his hold. The way his hands moved slowly around her body, it felt as if he had more than two upper limbs. Skilful upper limbs.
Tiffany moved her hips against him as they made out passionately, and moaned in surprise as her crotch was greeted by something rather hard. Something, which Tiffany knew was Erik's manhood. Tiffany felt bolder than she was when they were kissing in the sea as she ground herself against him as she imagined his bulge grew even harder in his brief.
Tiffany's mind instantly was reminded of the time when she first saw him completely naked right in front of her and the memory of his very well-endowed sex organ was making her whimper as she grinded harder against him.
Erik sighed into the kiss as his shaft was stimulated by her constant grinding. The gyration of her hips was no doubt making him dizzy. The combination of her soft tongue and the feeling of her hands massaging his scalp was no longer helpful in calming him down. In fact, the actions spurred his hormone more than Erik could think it could elevate.
They parted only because they were in a dire need of oxygen to breathe. That, and because Tiffany was tugging at his shirt and Erik took it off for her. Soon as he was shirtless, Tiffany's hands began caressing his skin, wandering around to feel every hardened muscle underneath her touch. Tiffany loved it when she knew that she was causing some effect on Erik as she felt his breath hitched, shivering at every move of her hands.
At some point, Erik made her stop, grasping her wrists in his hands. The boy looked up at her face, eyes full of uncertainty despite the obvious desire, and love. "Are you sure about this?"
Tiffany smiled and placed a gentle peck on his moist lips. "I figured I don't want to wait to have you…all of you, and I don't care now," she said, "I. Just. Need. You." To prove that Tiffany meant it, with every word she said, it was proven by a smooch.
That was all Erik needed to know that they were on the same page. His desire for her went on full burst—his manhood was starting to get painful as the fabric of his boxer-brief was restricting it. To get his mind from the pain, Erik pulled her head down and kissed her again.
Tiffany's back met the soft mattress underneath her as Erik brought them down. Seeing him hovering on top of her was driving her wild and Tiffany knew that her fantasy and the wet dream was finally coming true. Tiffany's hands went to his sides, pulling him in, and crashing their bodies together. The feeling was so delicious, and Tiffany moaned at the weight on top of her.
The boy pulled away from Tiffany, just to help her stripping off her own tee. As soon as her t-shirt was off, Erik's eyes could not move away from her chest. He felt his shaft throbbed, certainly, it was because of what his eyes were feasting on.
"Perfect," he whispered. It was intended to be his inner monologue, but they beauty in front of him was too overwhelming, and the word tumbled out without any effort at all. Not that Erik cared about it anyway, at least Tiffany know how flawless she is to his eyes. Breath-taking.
The feeling of Erik's thighs between hers was what keeping Tiffany aware of the reality. Tiffany knew now that she was not dreaming of this at all—lest an illusion. The twinkle in his eyes made her heart raced faster than they could ever be. They were the most genuine pool of emotion, displaying Erik's passion in the loudest yet silent way possible.
Their lips met again, and this time, Erik was gentle, loving her with his mouth and tongue. He slowly lowered his lower body, meeting their clothed crotches together in a delicious desire for each other.
Slowly, Erik moved his hips and teased her with his arousal, slowly. The hitch of her breath told him that Tiffany liked the attention that her core received.
Fuck…this feels so good…
Erik moved his lips from hers to kiss his way to her jaw, nibbling the sweet flesh before going down to her neck. The sweet scent of hers made his mind went wild. It was so overwhelming that his hold on her tightened, unable to take on so much spell-induced fragrant.
At the back of his mind, Erik cheered himself. This is it, he thought.
Perhaps this would be the start of the new stage…