Chapter 86
Cha Yoon rubbed his chest muscles, which were conveniently positioned for touching, with the palm of his hand. The sound of his hand brushing against the fabric followed his touch. It was then, after he had stroked them several times,
that he felt something tickle his palm. When he touched it with his fingers, a nipple, hardened by stimulation, came into his grasp.
As if he had found an interesting toy, Cha Yoon began to rub and caress the small, raised nub with two fingers. It had been over half a year since this area had received any stimulation. As the forgotten sensation tingled to life, Ki Seo-jung finally turned his head and let out a moan.
“Ah…”
Once the lips he had been expertly sucking on moved away, Cha Yoon opened his eyes and shifted his gaze. Through his still-blurred vision, he saw Ki Seo-jung’s face, his brow furrowed as he turned his head away. The moans that had erupted with every movement of his fingers, the lips swollen and red from saliva, the flushed complexion—all of it was enough to sever the last remaining threads of his reason.
Cha Yoon pressed his body close to Seo-jung, as close as he could get. Cha Yoon’s heated body, burning with desire, pressed against him. Then, as if even the time it took to lift his chin and turn his head was too much, he moved his face, searching for Seo-jung’s lips.
His own lips, glistening with saliva, just like Ki Seo-jung’s, left random kisses on his earlobe and jawline. Despite the expression that seemed ready to devour Ki Seo-jung, a soft “puck” sound accompanied each touch and release of his lips. His lips, making cute little noises as they moved, finally reached their destination.
He gently sucked on Seo-jung’s lower lip, pulling it slightly, causing the closed gap to open. Cha Yoon slipped his tongue into the opening, rubbing it against his teeth, urging him to open his mouth. At the soft touch of his tongue, Seo-jung made a muffled “eum” sound, just as he was about to open his mouth.
Seo-jung couldn’t help but open his eyes at the way Cha Yoon’s body rubbed against his, pressed tightly against him from below. He couldn’t lower his head because of how tightly he was pressed, but he didn’t need to see to know. He knew that Cha Yoon’s dick was fully engorged.
Nothing was properly prepared for intimacy. The alcohol hadn’t worn off yet, his head still swam, but he could at least tell that doing this in the entryway wasn’t right.
Seo-jung, possessing a bit more self-control than Cha Yoon, finally pushed Cha Yoon away with force on his shoulders. Unlike the rough way he had been pressing against him, Cha Yoon retreated quite readily. Of course, he did furrow his brow, clearly not understanding why he had been pushed away.
Seo-jung met Cha Yoon’s gaze, eyes filled with excitement, and spoke.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Cha Yoon’s frown deepened at the soft whisper. Even though he couldn’t see it, it felt like the words “You pushed me away for *that*?” were written on his forehead. Seo-jung raised his hand and gently stroked the furrow between his brows.
“I don’t want to be hurt.”
“Huh? Good boy.” A gentle voice, like soothing a child, accompanied the hand that had now reached Cha Yoon’s cheek. His tightly furrowed face gradually relaxed under the gentle touch.
Why would Ki Seo-jung get hurt if they did it in the entryway? It was a question Cha Yoon, lacking experience, couldn’t understand. But there was no reason not to grant a request like that.
Before Seo-jung, unaware of Cha Yoon’s thoughts, could open his mouth to further persuade him,
a sharp cry escaped Seo-jung’s lips instead. Seo-jung quickly looked down. As expected, he saw his legs dangling in the air. That’s right. Cha Yoon had scooped him up.
“Cha Yoon, what are you doing?!”
“You said let’s go to the bedroom.”
He didn’t want to be separated from Ki Seo-jung, nor did he want to prolong the moment. Ignoring Seo-jung’s startled voice, Cha Yoon took a step forward.
He opened one of the several closed doors. From the gap in the soundlessly opened door, the comforting scent that always emanated from Ki Seo-jung wafted out, along with the sight of a large bed.
Cha Yoon, who had never been told where the bedroom was, found it immediately, but neither of them found it strange. As Cha Yoon stepped into the room and set Seo-jung down on the sheets, a soft “thump” sound echoed as Seo-jung’s back hit the mattress.
Before his dizzy vision could clear, Cha Yoon pounced on Seo-jung. He quickly pulled up the t-shirt Seo-jung was wearing. He wanted to explore his entire body as quickly as possible.
“Yoon-ah, wait a moment.”
At Cha Yoon’s hasty, almost frantic touch, Seo-jung tried to soothe him again. But unlike before, Cha Yoon’s reply was firmer.
“I did what you asked, so now you do what I ask.”
“…….”
“Don’t stop me anymore.”
Because I’m barely holding back right now. With those words, Cha Yoon stuffed the hem of the white t-shirt he had pulled up into Seo-jung’s mouth. It was a silent action, signifying that he wouldn’t listen to anything else.
Cha Yoon traced the outline of Seo-jung’s body, hidden beneath the t-shirt, savoring it. He could see the beautifully shaped chest and the well-defined abs moving with each inhale and exhale of Seo-jung’s breath. It was a beautiful, mouth-watering body, almost too beautiful to appreciate under the dim light of the bedside lamp.
As this thought occurred to him, Cha Yoon scoffed at his past self. He had used the flimsy excuse of disliking the same sex, despite having such thoughts about a man’s body.
And finally, he admitted it. From the day he entered X House and met Ki Seo-jung…
“I’ve always wanted to do this.”
Before Seo-jung could even frown at the mumbled words, Cha Yoon lowered his head. He opened his mouth and bit into his chest.
“Ugh, oof!”
The sharp pain from his teeth caused Seo-jung to involuntarily flinch. As Seo-jung’s back arched, Cha Yoon slipped his arm underneath, exploring his chest. Cha Yoon sucked with force, then ran the tip of his tongue along the nipple.
Was his mind playing tricks on him? It couldn’t be, but every time he rubbed his tongue against his chest, as if sucking on flesh, a sweet taste lingered on his tongue.
“Haah, this is so weird.”
Why is it so sweet? Cha Yoon mumbled, then buried his face in his chest again. With every movement of Cha Yoon’s head, his breath touched Seo-jung’s saliva-dampened chest, and the nipple was pressed against his tongue, spreading a tantalizing sensation. It felt like his dormant senses were awakening, and Seo-jung groaned, clutching at the edge of his shirt.
Was it because of his obscured vision? The muffled moans stimulated Cha Yoon’s imagination. He wanted to hear Seo-jung’s sounds more intensely, and his decision was swift.
“Ugh…!”
He squeezed and released the opposite, empty breast with the hand that had been idle. His grip was quite strong, causing Seo-jung to frown. As soon as he removed his hand, a bright red handprint appeared on his chest. The redness against the white skin was quite pleasing. It felt like making the first footprint in untouched snow.
“Did that hurt?”
Cha Yoon forced a smile, asking with a worried expression, as if it wasn’t intentional. At the question, Seo-jung blinked deeply, signaling that it was alright and not to worry.
Cha Yoon, somehow understanding, gently stroked the handprint before resuming his massage of his chest. As Seo-jung was losing himself in the relentless movement of his fingers and tongue, Cha Yoon suddenly used his fingernail to scratch the protruding nipple.
“Ah, Yoon-ah, oof!”
It was his right breast, one of Seo-jung’s erogenous zones. A shiver ran down Seo-jung’s spine, causing him to drop the shirt he had been holding. A moan, higher than before, escaped his parted lips. Even without experience, he knew the meaning of that moan.
“You’re telling me to keep going.”
“Haah, Yoon-ah, that’s not—!”
“Okay, I will.”
Because I want to be good now. Cha Yoon licked around the areola with his tongue and began to move his fingers again. With each touch, his persistent fingers caused the nipple to swell red, becoming even more sensitive.
He had been deprived of any stimulation for so long that he was now hypersensitive to even the slightest touch. With his erogenous zone being continuously stimulated, he found it difficult to suppress the tantalizing pleasure rising from his lower abdomen. It felt like he was about to cum.
“Yoon-ah… it hurts.”
“I asked you not to stop me.”
Despite Seo-jung’s cautious voice, Cha Yoon responded firmly. With those words, Cha Yoon withdrew the arm he had tucked behind Seo-jung’s back and placed his hand on his dick.
“And I think you’re enjoying it, not hurting.”
“…….”
“See? It’s, so wet here.”
“…….”
“It’s so wet, even through the clothes.”
