“ I had planned a lot to convey it beautifully. So that you wouldn’t be able to endure without falling for me, really beautifully.”
A shallow breath escaped from Sanho’s lips. He looked at Siwoo and spoke.
“What was the plan?”
Huh? Siwoo widened his eyes and leaned his cheek against Sanho’s thigh again. In a prone position, he raised his large hand and placed the tip of his index finger on Sanho’s thigh. The long fingertip gently swept across the thigh. Slowly, as if drawing a picture.
“I thought it would be nice to give it to you on the plane. I had prepared to leave with you. Wouldn’t it be nice to give it to you in the sky? I thought it would be even more romantic over the Mediterranean.”
Sanho didn’t respond at all. Siwoo looked up at Sanho and smiled. The hand that had been drawing fluffy clouds began to widen its range.
“Um, is that not good?”
“…….”
“Then… the flower shop on Notting Hill. There’s a really small flower shop run by an old couple. I used to go there often when I had the chance to go to London. There are many wildflowers that you can’t find elsewhere, and I like that. And above all.”
“…….”
“I think it would be wonderful if you said you wanted to be with me for a lifetime, just like that old couple.”
Siwoo’s hand moved as if drawing flowers. Like a child awkwardly drawing flowers, he rounded the tips of his fingers and drew three or four petals.
“Hmm… is this not good either?”
“…….”
“I could fill it with flowers as tall as you, Sanho.”
“…….”
“Yeah, I got it. Then….”
The drawing on Sanho’s thigh gradually expanded. A small hill was drawn, and flowers bloomed on top of it. The hand reached the soft inner flesh of his thigh.
“Then, I’ll buy a small house. I’ll make a garden there and put a table.”
A small house was drawn on the hill covered with flowers. After drawing a round table, Siwoo continued to whisper.
“It would be even better on a Sunday like today. Because it’s leisurely. While I feed you the dishes I made, I’ll confess that I want to eat the food I made for a lifetime together….”
Ah. When Siwoo applied a little pressure with his fingertips, the soft flesh was poked. The white thigh created curves like a fluffy sponge.
“This… would really be terrible.”
The image of bland egg porridge came to mind, and Siwoo chuckled. Sanho, looking down at him, still kept his mouth shut. Siwoo, with a sulky expression like a pouting child, rubbed his cheek gently against Sanho’s thigh. Like a pet wanting to be loved.
“Sanho, you’re really hard to seduce. You don’t fall for it easily.”
“…….”
“It’s tough, Sanho.”
Sanho’s fingers, which had been fiddling with the ring, tightened. A small voice burst out.
“…Siwoo, you’re harder.”
Huh? To look directly at Sanho’s face, Siwoo tilted his head. The light-colored hair brushed against him, tickling.
“You’re the one who’s harder.”
“Me? No way.”
“You’re nice to everyone, senior. To anyone.”
His small voice was gradually rising.
“You help anyone who falls, you ask anyone who gets hurt if they’re okay, and you greet anyone with a smile… damn, you greet them with a pretty smile.”
The hand that had been drawing on his thigh suddenly lifted. When Siwoo lightly tapped Sanho’s lips, which had uttered a curse, Sanho frowned deeply.
“Who says who is hard? You’re much, much harder. You’re way harder.”
Siwoo straightened his back and stood up. His knees still touched the floor, but because he straightened his back, his gaze aligned closely with Sanho’s. As he gently rubbed Sanho’s furrowed brow with his fingertips, Siwoo spoke.
“Smart Sanho.”
“What’s smart? What’s smart about it?”
“You solved the difficult thing in an instant. So you’re smart.”
“What are you talking about?”
Siwoo quietly took the ring from Sanho’s hand. Then he held Sanho’s hand and pulled it closer. The ring fit perfectly on Sanho’s fourth finger.
“Sanho, I really, really like you a lot.”
“…….”
“I like you so much. I only like you.”
“…That’s a lie.”
“No, I’ll keep liking only you, over and over. I’ll like you more and more.”
“Don’t lie.”
Siwoo frowned slightly as he looked at Sanho. His gaze seemed somewhat resentful.
“Why do you keep saying it’s a lie?”
Sanho remained silent, unable to answer. As he fiddled with the ring on Sanho’s fourth finger, Siwoo slowly opened his mouth.
“Then… I’ll do this.”
“What….”
“This time, I’ll lock you up.”
Sanho’s dark eyes turned to Siwoo in surprise. Siwoo shrugged as if it were no big deal.
“I’ll keep you locked up until you believe what I say.”
“What do you mean….”
“I won’t let you go until you believe that I like you. Until then, you can’t go anywhere or meet anyone. I’ll make you only see me and only touch me.”
Sanho’s lips, slightly parted, were at a loss for words. Siwoo continued in a gentle voice.
“I’ll lock you in the house and touch you every day. I’ll annoy you with kisses when I wake you up in the morning. If you still don’t wake up, I’ll force a kiss on you. I’ll invade your mouth and lick and nibble until you can’t breathe.”
“…….”
“Even if you say you don’t want it, I’ll kiss you all over your body. I’ll torment you until you’re red and swollen.”
Siwoo placed his hand on his dress shirt. He gently caressed the protruding nipple. The bulge felt through the thin shirt.
“Here. This pretty little thing, I’ll suck on it like candy.”
Sanho’s waist twisted slightly. His lips were tightly closed, so no moan escaped, but Sanho’s ears were flushed red. Siwoo gently wrapped his arms around Sanho’s waist.
“If you twist your waist like that, I’ll have to ride you. So you can’t move.”
And with that, he pushed Sanho down. The bed lightly shook under Sanho’s unprotected weight as he fell back. Siwoo straddled him, parting his legs with his own body. In the meantime, his erect member pressed softly against Sanho’s thigh.
“I’ll make you like it no matter where I touch you, I’ll touch you every day. Just by touching you, you’ll get excited.”
Ah. Sanho let out a shallow moan from the pressure. Siwoo smiled broadly and popped open one button of the shirt Sanho was wearing. It was the button located at his chest.
“Later, I’ll make you stick out your chest and ask me to suck it first.”
“…Se, senior… ah.”
“It’ll be super sexy. When both the top and bottom are all wet and you cry out to be held, yeah, I might really go crazy.”
“…Hah.”
As Siwoo brought his face closer through the open shirt, he licked Sanho’s navel with his tongue, causing Sanho’s waist to tremble. Siwoo hastily yanked the shirt. The button that had been caught in his somewhat rough grip popped off. Through the now wider opening of the shirt, the red, flushed nipple was revealed. The moist tip of his tongue pressed against the protruding nipple.
“I’ll only touch you, Sanho.”
“Ugh… uhm.”
“If you don’t believe me when I say I like you, I’ll lock you up and torment you like this every day.”
“Hah… ugh.”
He teased the nipple with just the tip of his tongue, then took it fully into his mouth. The nipple, swallowed by his round lips, was sucked fiercely. A loud, wet sound echoed. The sound of skin slapping against skin, slick with moisture. Sanho let out a soft moan as he pulled Siwoo’s head closer, who was sucking on his chest.
“Then… for a lifetime, ugh, I won’t believe you.”
Sanho whispered, breathing heavily.
“I won’t… believe it. Hah… for a lifetime, you’ll just lock me up and touch me.”
Sanho’s fingers tangled like vines, messing up Siwoo’s hair. When Siwoo lightly scraped the nipple with his teeth, Sanho’s fingers tightened around Siwoo’s head even more. Siwoo smiled brightly and slowly pulled his lips away. The pink nipple, moist with his saliva, looked like a luscious fruit. He lightly pressed his lips against it, as if it were adorable. Then he took Sanho’s hand, which was tangled in his hair, and pulled it forward.
“Yeah. Right. I’ll only look at you and only touch you.”
“…Se, senior.”
“I’ll never leave your side again.”
Siwoo smiled brightly as he pressed his body against Sanho’s. Then he hugged Sanho tightly, as if he couldn’t bear the love he felt. As if he wanted to completely lock him inside.
“Sanho, you’re completely mine now.”
“…Yeah, senior, that….”
“So, Sanho.”
He gently placed his lips on Sanho’s hair and quietly spoke.
“Let’s get out of here.”
“…….”
“Don’t be scared, it’s okay.”
“…Senior.”
“No, it’s okay to be scared. I’m kidnapping you.”
Siwoo laughed brightly once more. The soft strands of hair slipped gently over his lips. Sanho slowly raised his head to look at Siwoo. He saw the long eyelashes fluttering slowly. And then he saw Sanho’s face suddenly coming closer.
“Yes.”
Sanho pressed his lips against Siwoo’s. It was hard to tell when they touched, but it quickly pulled away, leaving the sensation of resilient lips still lingering on his own.
“I will.”
Siwoo smiled lazily. Sunday, the last day of the week. He and Sanho would open the firmly closed door and leave this place. But nothing would change. Because he had finally locked this boy inside him. This was not an escape but another form of confinement. Perhaps a more severe bond that would tie them together.
