A/N: A continuation of the previous chapter, "We Don't Serve Hor D'oeuvres in Here." Since so many people asked for it. :p

I'll still be posting another chapter on Friday; this is a bonus one.

Tags: Oral Sex (cunnilingus), Consensual Somnophilia (YJ giving GE oral sex while she's sleeping but, like, because she asked him to), Vaginal Sex

It was a few days after Jun Pyo and Jan Di's wedding, and Yi Jeong and Ga Eul had opted to stay at the hotel on the beach for the rest of the week. It had been an enjoyable time although, much to Ga Eul's dismay, they had frequently run into the poor guy who had poked his head into the wrong closet.

But enough about that.

Light barely peeked through the curtains in their hotel room when Yi Jeong woke up that morning. It was far too early to be waking up on a vacation, but all the same he carefully removed himself from the bed where Ga Eul slept soundly. He padded over to her side of the bed and lifted the covers away from her, folding them gently over his side of the bed.

Ga Eul slept in the oddest positions sometimes, and the first day he'd done this he'd spent a bothersome amount of time trying to reposition her legs without waking her up so that he could easily access the place he needed to touch. This morning, at least, she was lying fully on her back, her legs splayed apart. He nudged them a bit further apart, then proceeded to stroke her over her panties as he watched the shallow rise and fall of her chest.

He slid his other hand up her sleep shirt—one of his old gray t-shirts—and found the curve of her breast and her nipple, hard already, perhaps from the cool air in the hotel room.

Yi Jeong loved watching Ga Eul sleep, loved the way her hair fell across her face and the way her lips parted ever-so-slightly while she breathed.

Somehow, in this life, he'd been given permission to touch an angel.

She looked so vulnerable like this, and he felt a not insignificant amount of pride that she trusted him to take good care of her body. She was his to devour, to savor, and he could and would eat her up.

Literally.

He wanted to kiss her face, but he'd learned earlier, by sucking on her earlobe, that would quickly wake her up.

So instead Yi Jeong stroked her chest and her mound over her panties until he dipped down into her panties and found her wet.

Then it was time for breakfast.

He slipped her underwear off of her, lifting her hips gently and setting them back in place on the mattress. Once he had lifted one foot, then the other out of the lacy black apparel, he even more carefully slid her down the bed so that her legs dangled off the edge of it. He propped her pillow under her head and set to work.

Kneeling down on the floor, he wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled. Her inner thigh twitched under his palm. If she hadn't started to wake up yet, she would soon.

He blew on her clit, then spread her lips with his fingers, enough so he could glimpse her sweet little hole, beginning to clench. Her soft pink flesh was so pliant under his touch. He pressed on her nub and her muscles tensed, then released again. He slid his tongue inside her so he could feel her expand and contract while his thumb pleasured her tiny pearl. Some thrusts of his tongue later, he heard her whimper, then whisper his name, softly.

Yi Jeong retracted his tongue and suckled the delicate lips of her labia, one at a time, then latched onto her clit once more. He dug the tip of his tongue into her nub and moved it in the firm circles she liked, producing more whimpers above him.

She tugged on his hair, and he noisily sucked, wanting her to hear how much he was enjoying himself.

Her juices leaked out, saturating his mouth, and he lapped them up, craving more of it.

His face was a mess, but her pussy was even more so, and so delicious in his mouth.

Ga Eul's hips bucked up, and when he felt her legs squeeze around his neck, he knew she had fully woken up and was chasing her peak.

A strangled moan escaped her lips, and he flicked her nub harder.

The scent of her grew stronger, her arousal filling all his senses, and when she came she let out the sweetest cry, followed by a moaned Yi Jeong Sunbae, which was all he ever wanted to hear in life. Her voice moaning his name in a way only she would say it.

He kept licking inside her until she pushed his head away, protesting that she couldn't take any more.

"Have my sins been atoned for yet?" Yi Jeong asked, propping his chin up on Ga Eul's stomach when she'd come back to her senses. Or, rather, his singular sin of not properly locking a door, or locking a door which could easily be unlocked, whichever way Ga Eul wanted to look at it. As a punishment, she'd insisted that he wake her up for the past four days by giving her an orgasm with his mouth. Since he had failed at that task when they were interrupted by the hotel staff.

How fortunate for him that his punishment involved doing one of his favorite things repeatedly. Eating Ga Eul's pussy wasn't so much a punishment as it was a forced overdose of his favorite treat. It was like eating cake for breakfast. Or chocolate.

Smiling, with her eyes blissfully closed, Ga Eul murmured, "Mmmm...yes."

"Good. Because I think my tongue is now the strongest muscle in my body."

"Your tongue was always the strongest muscle in your body. You talk too much," she argued, but the words flowed lazily out of her mouth. No force behind them.

"I don't think I woke you up enough." He kissed her stomach.

"You're right. You just made me sleepier. Thanks."

He kissed the soft flesh of her abdomen again, then her belly button.

"Don't worry," he murmured. "Tomorrow's our last day here. Once you get back to your parents' house, you can be woken up the old fashioned way. With an alarm clock."

Ga Eul pouted and let out a whine of displeasure.

"Hey, by the way. Don't talk about the F4 being spoiled anymore. You're the most pampered person I know."

"Well, since it's our last full day here, don't you want to pamper me some more before we leave?" She smirked suggestively.

"Sorry, right now my tongue needs a break."

"I didn't mean that again. But I'm all wet for you. Don't you want to do something else?" She hooked her legs over his shoulders. She shut her eyes, relaxing expectantly.

Yi Jeong considered making another smart comment about him doing all the work. Even without the dress from the rehearsal dinner, Ga Eul could be very princess-like when she felt like it. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't find it cute. And Yi Jeong didn't want something; he needed something. And he didn't need any further encouragement before he stood up and ripped off his boxers. His cock popped out, full and hard and past ready to be inside Ga Eul. Inside the cunt he'd been teasing himself with for the past twenty minutes.

He kept her legs propped up on his shoulders and raised her hips so he could slide into her at just the right angle. She moaned when he thrust in, stretching so easily for him. He didn't bother starting out slow. Her pussy was molten, sucking and writhing around his cock like heated silk.

So wet. So warm. So fucking perfect.

He thrust deeper, gripping her hips for support. Her taste lingered on his tongue.

Her mouth gaped open, little whimpers escaping it, and when he hit the right spot—

"Jeongie," she groaned, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts.

Her mouth opened wider, gasping, and her eyes squeezed shut as her head lolled about her pillow.

He thought about putting his cock in that mouth. Shooting his cum down her throat.

That was all it took for him to fall apart.

He emptied himself, then stroked her nub for a moment until she came again, spasming around his sensitive, softening cock.

When he'd cleaned up and laid back down on the bed beside her, he complained in her ear, "You make me do more work than the museum does."

Turning to face him, she smirked, a mocking reflection of his younger self teasing her. "What, this?" she asked. "This is just your morning exercise. Wait till you see what I've got planned for you this afternoon."