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Samin’s head was pounding. He’d thought Doun was just a prickly dog who was wary of people and didn’t easily let anyone close, but now he could see he was nothing short of a pure fire fox.
*’What? If I try it one more time, I think I’ll know?’*
He’d imagined the worst-case scenario where Doun would show extreme rejection and throw punches or cast skills. But for him to say something like that. It would be strange if his eyes weren’t spinning.
Just devouring lips and tangling tongues wasn’t enough. Unable to suppress his impulses any longer, Samin pushed Doun down onto the bed.
“Ah…”
Doun let out a short moan that resembled a sigh. His pupils shook roughly as he looked up at Samin, who had quickly climbed on top of him in case he tried to escape.
“……”
“……”
Supporting his upper body that was about to collapse with one hand pressed beside Doun’s head, Samin stared at Doun with persistent eyes.
The black hair scattered across the bed, the bright red lips flushed from being sucked, even the slightly quickened breathing. Just looking at it all made his vision dizzy.
It had only been a short while ago that he’d masturbated while imagining Doun crying beneath him. Lee Doun lying on the bed in reality was far more stimulating than the somewhat clumsy image in his fantasies. Even though he wasn’t crying.
“Hey…”
Unable to bear the increasingly thick atmosphere, Doun swallowed his saliva and carefully called out to Samin. But what came back was a deep kiss.
As their seamlessly interlocked lips were lightly bitten and sucked just enough not to hurt, a reflexively lewd moan leaked from beyond his throat.
“Mmph, ngh…”
Doun was startled by the sticky tongue that burrowed between his lips again and slightly twisted his head. Then Samin immediately followed. When the wet, hot flesh brushed against the soft mucous membrane inside his mouth and rubbed against his tongue, Doun squeezed his eyes shut and wrapped his hands around Samin’s neck.
*’Ah, really. I’m going crazy.’*
Samin’s face was completely distorted. Seeing that Doun seemed to be responding more actively than expected, he pressed his lower body close while he was at it. His cock that had been erect for a long time was throbbing beyond just aching.
“Hah, wait a moment…”
Doun twisted his head to avoid Samin’s lips. As his chest heaved while he caught his breath, Doun was flustered by the sensation he was experiencing for the first time in his life.
He thought he’d only breathed like this when he overexerted his skills to the point of abuse and ran around frantically. He hadn’t expected that just from some kissing, his breathing would become this labored and his body would heat up like this.
Moreover, the presence he could clearly feel below was far from ordinary. Sensing danger, Doun gently pushed Samin away. Then his solid upper body obediently retreated.
“What’s wrong? Are you out of breath?”
While Samin looked at Doun with a worried expression, he didn’t remove his lips from his cheek.
When a wet sound came out with a *smack*, Doun only twitched his cheek but didn’t avoid his kiss. He hadn’t expected to end up doing this with another man, but Samin’s affectionate skinship wasn’t particularly uncomfortable.
*’Hyung keeps not avoiding it.’*
While waiting for Doun to catch his breath, Samin gently rubbed the thoroughly reddened soft cheek with his thumb.
“So, how does it feel to kiss a man?”
Seeing how he wasn’t avoiding his touch or lips, it didn’t seem like a negative answer would come out. But Samin had been watching Doun’s emotional ups and downs up close, even if only for a short time.
He still remembered the night when Doun had suddenly burst into tears in the park. It was true that he’d fallen head over heels seeing Doun crying so hard at that time. However, it was also true that he’d been flustered, not knowing how to comfort someone who suddenly revealed their diagnosis while sobbing pitifully in front of him, and had babbled nonsense as a result.
*’He takes my teasing well, but then suddenly draws a line and gets serious…’*
Samin was anxious. It had been fine up to the point where he’d impulsively made a move on Doun, but now that he’d done it, he was afraid of being rejected.
“Well, you know.”
After briefly choosing his words, Doun slowly looked up at Samin. The moment their eyes met, Doun unconsciously had to turn his head away first.
*’No, why is he looking at me so desperately again…’*
Anyone could see it was a gaze desperately waiting for an answer. Looking into Samin’s eyes always made him feel strange. Unlike himself, who was always ambiguous about everything as if thick fog had settled over him, the fact that Samin could be so honest about his emotions was both enviable and surprising.
“Why are you avoiding my eyes? Are you going to dump me now? Was it not good when we actually tried it? Don’t you think men shouldn’t do this together?”
Unable to contain his anxiety, Samin finally poured out a barrage of questions. It would be nice if he’d give a clear answer, but Doun was just avoiding his gaze, moving his lips as if choosing his words, then only letting out a small sigh.
Love was a fight where the one who liked first was bound to lose. Especially if the other person felt no romantic feelings for you at all.
Samin pressed the bed with both arms so Doun couldn’t escape.
“Give me an answer. Hyung…”
Whether it killed him or saved him, Samin absolutely had to hear Doun’s answer today. If only to decide his attitude going forward.
Suddenly trapped in Samin’s embrace, Doun didn’t know what to do and just rolled his eyes around. His ears were ringing from his thoughtlessly racing heartbeat. He had to give some answer, but there wasn’t a predetermined one.
“Well… Honestly, I’m still not sure. It’s not that I dislike it, but…”
Doun trailed off. While physical contact or word choices that could cause misunderstandings in front of others were still uncomfortable, the feeling was different when they were alone together.
*’I don’t dislike doing this with Samin.’*
That was all he could be certain of. He hadn’t suggested trying to kiss one more time just to give such an ambiguous answer. Doun was about to make a tearful expression when—
“That’s enough.”
Samin responded with a voice dripping with joy. Then he lightly pressed his lips to Doun’s lips that had turned red from his own nibbling. Every time their soft lips touched and parted, wet sounds rang out noisily.
Instead of pushing Samin away, Doun quietly accepted his lips and obediently closed his eyes. As the older one by two years, he felt upset that he seemed to have only shown himself wavering about everything and not acting his age.
“My answer, aren’t you dissatisfied that it’s so vague? I still… don’t really know what I want to do with you.”
Doun mumbled and started squirming in his embrace. He felt uncomfortable lying in this position when he hadn’t made up his mind. First of all, their distance was too close, and he kept being distracted by that heavy thing below that had been touching him since earlier.
Noticing Doun’s feelings, Samin decided to sacrifice his own body to help with his decision even a little. It would be even better if he could satisfy his selfish desires at the same time.
“Not at all. I can just keep kissing until hyung knows what kind of relationship you want with me.”
“Huh…?”
Doun was startled by the unexpected words. While he hesitated, Samin quickly devoured his bright red lips. Perhaps because they’d been sucked so much, Doun’s lips were excessively soft and pliant.
When his tongue lightly pressed against the lower lip, asking him to open his tightly closed lips, Doun would hesitate briefly but then obediently allow access inside. The way he clumsily responded to the tongue that stirred inside his warm, sticky mouth as if it were its own territory was simply adorable.
*’Our hyung really can’t kiss.’*
Samin was busy making a thorough mess of the inside of Doun’s mouth, changing angles. After rubbing their tongues together stickily, when he lightly bit his lower lip, Doun made a small sound like he was in pain.
“Mmph… Wait, ah…”
“Mm? Can’t breathe?”
Even while asking with concern, Samin’s lips kept hovering around Doun’s face. While Doun nodded and caught his breath, the kisses that had moved from lips to cheek, from cheek up to eyelid, then back down again scattered warm heat across his small face.
“Hyung. You know what? That you grab my clothes every time I kiss you? Look, even now. You’re holding my clothes. Do you know how cute you are when you do that?”
“Ah, are you going to keep saying weird things?”
There was a limit to how many times a grown adult man could be called cute. It was very awkward for the listener. He was worried about what people around them would think, and he didn’t think he was cute at all himself.
*’He’s the only person who calls me cute…’*
Doun knew that this guy named Kyung Samin lived life with a very unique way of thinking. However, he had no trust in his judgment when it came to evaluating him.
He would call a sturdy man pretty, say he was cute as if it were nothing, and make a fuss about how cool he was at every opportunity.
“That’s not true? I’m saying you’re cute because you really are cute.”
Samin cupped Doun’s grumbling face with both hands and pressed his lips firmly. Doun felt like he was going crazy from this intense display of affection that he’d only experienced from his parents in childhood.
Even after enduring the barrage of noisy kisses, Doun, who had been seriously considering dating Samin, began with a grave expression.
“After kissing and everything, if I said I wouldn’t date you, would I become a complete slut…?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
