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“What the hell?”
Siwoo’s face contorted as he doubted his ears. Just as he hoped he had misheard, Geonho called for “Shiro” again. Not Han Siwoo, but Kang Shiro.
“Come here… my baby.”
“F-fuck! Why am I your baby?!”
Siwoo’s face immediately turned red as he burst out cursing. In his anger, he struck Geonho’s shoulder, but the latter didn’t even flinch.
Although Siwoo was the one who hit, he looked as if he had been struck instead. When he hit the rock-solid shoulder with all his might, his palm stung. It even throbbed, feeling the vibration in his bones.
“Let go! Let go of this!”
Siwoo violently shook his body, trying to loosen the arms wrapped around his waist. However, Geonho didn’t back down at all and only tightened his grip on the slender waist. It was maddening.
“Hey! Stop joking around!”
Hoping it was just a prank, Siwoo repeatedly punched Geonho’s chest hard. Even at this point, Geonho stubbornly refused to let go. He even went as far as burying his nose in the hollow of Siwoo’s collarbone.
“Do you want to die?!”
“Why are you like this again…”
“What are you saying! Come to your senses!”
“Don’t get angry.”
Siwoo grabbed Geonho’s face, which was making incomprehensible sounds, and pushed it away. As Geonho kept trying to bury his face in Siwoo’s neck, Siwoo shouted at the top of his lungs. It was impossible not to get angry in this situation.
“Kang Geonho!”
Calling his name as if scolding him, Siwoo cupped Geonho’s face with both hands. Only then did Geonho raise his head and look at Siwoo.
“Look at me! Look properly!”
Now that he looked closely, Geonho’s eyes were unfocused. His red eyes were clearly directed at Siwoo, but it didn’t feel like his gaze was actually reaching him. He was clearly not fully awake yet.
Even so, this was too much. Seeing Geonho’s dazed eyes, Siwoo hesitated and bit his lip. He wanted to punch Geonho in the face, but his hand wouldn’t cooperate.
Seeing that Geonho wasn’t in his right mind, Siwoo couldn’t even curse. The hands gripping Geonho’s cheeks started to lose strength. It was because his resolve was weakening.
This is bad, he should push him away properly. In fact, the bigger problem was that even if he pushed with all his might, it wouldn’t work.
“Ah…!”
While Siwoo hesitated, the hands on his waist started to target his sides. Startled by the touch that seemed to caress his torso, Siwoo clenched his molars tightly.
“Hng—”
As Geonho’s hands roamed more, strange sounds started escaping from Siwoo’s mouth. It was a sound he had never made in his life. Even when he had suffered from a severe cold, he had never made such moans.
“Ah, ugh! S-stop touching!”
As the sound that seemed to belong in an adult video resonated from his own throat, even his heartbeat became erratic. It was as if his heart was strongly denying that this was a sound its owner should make.
“Please, stop!”
Siwoo struggled again to break free from Geonho’s embrace. He shook his arms and legs vigorously and even swung his head in all directions, but it was all in vain. The hands caressing his upper body only became more persistent.
“Hng, ungh— Aagh! You bastard!”
He yelled even louder to drown out the moans coming from his throat. All while shaking his body to get rid of the goosebumps all over his skin.
Nevertheless, the arms holding his lean body didn’t budge an inch. Instead, Geonho held on even tighter to prevent Siwoo from breaking away. As a result, the distance between them only narrowed.
“G-get off!”
Siwoo grabbed Geonho’s collar, trying to avoid his face that had come close enough for their noses to touch.
“I said get off!”
He shouted with a cracked voice, trying somehow to create distance between them. Thanks to tilting his head back, his face was fortunately further away. But as a result, their lower bodies became firmly entangled.
“You crazy bastard!”
Thanks to this sleep-crazed Kang Geonho firmly pressing down on his waist, their lower halves were stuck together like glue. Shaking his legs only made them press closer together.
“H-hey! Come to your senses! Kang Geonho!”
Siwoo shouted with the sternest voice he could muster. Looking straight into Geonho’s dilated pupils, he hoped that he would wake up soon.
“Shiro…”
Oblivious to Siwoo’s feelings, Geonho rubbed his chin against Siwoo’s hand that was gripping his collar. It was something he used to do whenever he had the chance when Siwoo was a cat. He would rub his face against the soft paw pads every day. He said it made him feel at ease.
“Stop it! I’m not Shiro!”
“You’re not…?”
Geonho blinked and looked up at Siwoo blankly.
“But you are… Kang Shiro.”
He raised his head and rested his nose on Siwoo’s chest. Then he sniffed, inhaling Siwoo’s scent.
“It is you.”
As if recognizing the familiar scent, Geonho hugged Siwoo tightly and smiled broadly.
The moment he saw that clear smile, Siwoo’s body instantly stiffened. Siwoo could only gape as Geonho hugged him like a doll, unable to push him away.
“Shiro, our Shiro.”
Geonho looked so happy that Siwoo couldn’t muster the strength to resist. He remained in Geonho’s embrace for a moment.
“Ugh…! Y-you, you crazy bastard!”
Startled by the tight pressure he felt where their lower bodies met, Siwoo clenched his fists.
“S-stop…!”
Geonho started rubbing his hardened lower part against Siwoo’s inner thigh. Siwoo was so shocked that a moan escaped before he could curse.
Wait, hold on a second.
Siwoo’s eyes, which had been ready to spout all sorts of profanities, wavered. He stared intently at Geonho with trembling eyes, then slightly furrowed his brows.
“You…”
Geonho was absorbing guiding. Geonho’s sensitively twisted wavelength clung to Siwoo’s body like leeches where their skin touched.
As if begging for more guiding.
Siwoo rolled his eyes quickly and took a long breath. He couldn’t miss this precious opportunity to lower Geonho’s wavelength.
“Stay still.”
Siwoo whispered firmly and slowly released guiding. Careful guiding seeped through even with his trembling breath.
“Haah…”
Geonho inhaled the breath Siwoo exhaled and let out a deep sigh. A pleasant vibration that sounded like it could come from a beast resonated from his throat.
“Good… smell…”
Geonho trapped Siwoo in his arms and absorbed all the energy through their touching skin and soft breaths. His wavelength finally started to recognize the guiding.
It should have been something to rejoice about, but Siwoo had no time for that. He wanted to release the guiding freely, but he was certain that he absolutely shouldn’t do that now. The guiding with Yoo Jihan had been a great lesson.
Siwoo, who had been maintaining the guiding moderately, slowly reduced the energy.
“Kang, Geonho.”
He pressed firmly against the solid chest and struggled to speak in a clear voice. For now, getting out of Geonho’s embrace was the most urgent matter.
“I’m not a cat. Look properly.”
Siwoo leaned his upper body back as far as possible to create distance between him and Geonho. He tried his best, but couldn’t separate their lower bodies. Below his waist, held tightly by strong arms, he couldn’t move an inch. The frustration made him feel like his insides were about to burst.
“Let go now. Idiot. Before I beat you up.”
“Don’t go.”
A heavy hand pressed hard on Siwoo’s waist and tailbone as he struggled. It seemed he had no intention of letting go.
“Ugh.”
Unable to resist that force, Siwoo collapsed onto Geonho’s body. Unfortunately, his chin hit first, causing a dull pain. Geonho’s muscular body was no different from a hard floor.
When Siwoo groaned in pain, Geonho flinched and immediately cupped Siwoo’s face.
“Are you okay?”
Instead of releasing his slender waist, he tightly wrapped his legs around Siwoo’s lower body. Because of this, Siwoo couldn’t even attempt to escape. Persistent bastard.
“I’m not okay! It fucking hurts!”
“It hurts?”
Geonho’s eyebrows drooped. With a serious expression, he examined Siwoo’s face from various angles.
“Where? Where does it hurt?”
“Damn, you!”
Siwoo was about to shout at the top of his lungs but held back. Hearing Geonho’s slurred speech from his sleep-drunk state made his heart soften again. Feeling that Geonho wasn’t in his right mind, he couldn’t bring himself to get angry fully.
You’re dead when you wake up. You bastard, Kang Geonho.
He took a deep breath first to calm himself down. Shouting would only hurt his own throat anyway.
“Kang Geonho.”
Right now, he needed to soothe this guy as calmly as possible. He could save all the cursing for later.
“You’re hugging me so tightly, I feel like my waist is going to break. So loosen up.”
Siwoo wanted to quickly separate their tightly pressed lower bodies first. It was unbearable with him constantly flaunting his formidable lower region.
“It really hurts. Let go quickly.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Geonho adjusted his position. Ah, I’m saved. Just as Siwoo briefly felt relieved, Geonho did something unexpected.
“What…!”
Siwoo couldn’t respond at all as he watched Geonho lick his face with his soft tongue. He didn’t avoid him or shout at him to stop.
Geonho carefully licked Siwoo’s cheeks, chin, and neck with his long tongue. While lapping at the skin, he occasionally raised his head as if checking Siwoo’s expression.
Each time, his drowsy red eyes seemed to ask Siwoo if he was okay.
There was no way this situation could be okay. Siwoo’s face was a mix of complex emotions as he tightly closed and opened his eyes. As bewildering situations continued one after another, his heart kept pounding loudly and his breathing became rapid.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. Stop…”
When Geonho’s tongue tried to lick deep behind his ear, Siwoo hunched his shoulders. Siwoo’s cheeks, tinged with embarrassment, turned slightly red.
“I said it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
However, Geonho kept trying to lick Siwoo. Finally, Siwoo pushed his face away and firmly refused.
“Kang Geonho, stop it.”
Only then did Geonho pull his head back and lick his own lower lip instead of Siwoo’s.
“I’m not Kang Shiro. Look properly.”
Siwoo cupped Geonho’s face and spoke in a stern tone.
“Look carefully. I’m not a cat, I’m a person.”
At that, Geonho mumbled “Person.” and repeated after Siwoo.
His weakened red eyes slowly traced Siwoo’s face as if licking it with his tongue. His eyes, nose, and red lips.
“Han, Siwoo.”
Geonho said Siwoo’s name without being told first. He recognized Siwoo on his own.
“Han Siwoo.”
“Yes, that’s ri—”
Siwoo opened his mouth to praise him, finding it admirable. However, before he could finish his sentence, his lips were sealed.
Surprised by the soft tongue parting his teeth and entering, he couldn’t even attempt to push it away.
