“Haah.”
This time, the moan I’d let out while throwing my head back under Eden’s caresses overlapped with the one from the present.
Back then, I’d been defenseless before unfamiliar stimulation. Now, I understood pleasure and indulged in it myself. Different, yet somehow the same. I’d become more skilled through casually shared body heat, but I was still me. Of course, from the other side of the wiretap, you’d probably only notice the difference. Maybe his judgment was the correct one.
“Haa, ha.”
I busily chased pleasure, working both my nipple and cock at once. My nipple sprang and twitched as if resisting the persistent scratching of my nails. The stiff bud moved as though it had a will of its own.
“Ungh.”
As I breathed out a strange, heated sigh, an inexplicable emptiness welled up inside me. It should’ve been enough for warmth to gather between my legs, yet my throat tightened as if something were lodged there.
I scraped at that unidentified thing threatening to surge upward at any moment with rough, ragged breaths.
Until the thing, clawed raw, finally subsided.
Though it wouldn’t disappear completely. It would probably remain hidden at the tip of my chin. A bomb planted inside my body.
“Huu……. ngh..”
My cock, relentlessly stroked up and down, hung heavy. Loosening my grip and slowing my pace, I kneaded myself while imagining the other side of the listening device. I pictured Eden with earphones in, pressing a hand to his forehead as he sighed.
Would he think I was a hopelessly filthy pervert?
“Hngh, E—”
I nearly called his name by mistake. Smirking bitterly to myself at how close I’d come to becoming truly hopeless, I tugged hard at my nipple. I wished someone would bite and suck it— neat teeth, damp lips.
The vague desire, not directed at anyone specific, tried to aim itself toward Eden, so I hurriedly cut it off. Making do, I sucked my own fingers wet before touching my nipple again. My other breast itched too, but I only had two hands, and it wasn’t enough. One hand remained busy stimulating below.
The climax I approached while feeling only my own warmth, touch, and breathing was tainted with impurities.
Boredom and emptiness.
The liquid wetting my palm felt like it would make me slip and tumble into a pit.
No— maybe I’d already fallen.
At some point, my consciousness had begun wandering through a scene replaying in one corner of my mind.
It was the morning of the third day Eden came to my room.
Even after washing up, I was still half-asleep and dazed as I leaned slightly out the window with both hands braced against the frame. Before long, I saw Eden emerge from the neighboring house.
His steps were leisurely, yet purposeful.
I could feel it.
That he was aware of my gaze following him.
Our eyes hadn’t met, nor had he shown any sign of noticing me, but I simply knew.
I’d been standing there with my mouth hanging open like an idiot, and only when I saw him stop in front of my house did my senses return. Panicking, I wandered aimlessly around my room without knowing what to do before finally receiving my guest.
Whenever I invited him over, Eden chose between refusal and acceptance as casually as drawing a card from a deck. Coincidentally, refusals came far more often, but that day, he barged in before I could even invite him.
Led upstairs by a servant, he lightly knocked on the door. The true nature of that considerate gesture revealed itself when he flung the door open without waiting for an answer.
Eden stood in the doorway and stared at me silently before stepping inside.
His feet moved along the path traced by his gaze.
Careful and slow, like cornering prey.
The closer he came, the more anxious I grew, my head lowering on its own.
Because of the crime I’d committed the night before— rubbing my lips against his forehead before fleeing.
As if confessing my guilt, I touched my own forehead and wiggled my toes. While imagining myself jumping out the window, landing perfectly, and escaping, I also felt the crushing reality of a presence I could no longer avoid.
As always, Eden smelled good.
His shoes stopped a certain distance away within my field of vision, yet his scent still overwhelmed me. That was why I unconsciously inhaled deeply.
“I didn’t come all the way here just to look at the top of your head.”
At the quiet mutter that split the silence apart, I lifted my head as though enchanted.
Biting down on my guilty lips, I met Eden’s eyes.
Overnight, his face had ripened.
His pink, beautiful lips looked lush and full, while his lake-like eyes had deepened further. Restrained elegance coexisted in the faint twitch of his cheek, and the slight lift and fall of one eyebrow gave him a mature air.
“Did you sleep well?”
Since I’d barely slept at all, I couldn’t take his greeting lightly. I only hoped my silence wouldn’t seem like some kind of protest.
“Did you reflect on what you did?”
Eden looked like an angel descended to pass judgment on me. A ridiculous thought crossed my mind— maybe the faint breeze drifting through the window had come from the flutter of an angel’s wings.
“You look like you couldn’t sleep. You must’ve spent the night tossing around thinking about it. Or not?”
As though he’d watched me all night, he guessed accurately and pressed me again. My lips had already been itching to speak, and now the urge became unbearable. But I wasn’t the type to repent easily. Rather than beg forgiveness, I felt motivated to defend myself.
“Somerset. What you did yesterday—”
“The wind blew your hair back and exposed your forehead, and it felt like fate. Like the situation had been prepared specifically for me to kiss you. So I did. I wanted to.”
I recalled the ordinary scenery of Central Park overflowing with greenery.
I could vividly see Eden lying on a blanket bought from a nearby shop, reading a cheap magazine on his stomach. Smelling faintly of alcohol, he tilted his head, unable to recognize the actor featured in the gossip article.
When he asked if William Carter was famous, I blankly nodded. Truthfully, I’d only heard the actor’s name before and didn’t even know any of his works. I wasn’t interested in filthy gossip, either— not enough for Eden to recoil in disgust.
I just felt like I was going crazy because the man in front of me was too beautiful.
When I acted, I’d been perfectly sane.
“Don’t misunderstand. I’m not the kind of guy who does that with just anyone. My lips are expensive. And I wasn’t drunk. I was perfectly fine. I kissed you simply because I wanted to.”
I straightened my shoulders after making it clear that it hadn’t been a mistake or a joke, but an act of my own free will.
Eden looked at me as if asking silently: Is now really the time for that?
I knew touching someone without their consent was wrong. I’d intended to apologize for that part.
At least, until I started wondering whether he might not be an angel come to judge me, but a fallen angel instead.
If he hated me, if he resented me, if punching me in the face would satisfy him, if he truly wanted to punish me—
Then he wouldn’t be looking at me like that.
You know there’s tenderness in your eyes too.
I stepped closer as if about to wrap my arms around his waist and asked,
“But what about you? Did you sleep well?”
If I’d kept him awake, then I was sorry. Still, rather than hearing he’d slept peacefully, I wanted to hear him complain that he was tired.
“Who knows.”
Giving an ambiguous answer, Eden brushed aside the messy strands of hair hanging over my forehead with his hand.
He didn’t rely on coincidence or fate arranged by the wind.
He created it himself and claimed it with his own hands.
The moment he lowered his head and his soft lips touched my forehead, I helplessly closed my eyes.
“Ah……..”
And the low moan I let out was swallowed by Eden.
He moved his lips and kissed me.
He pushed in hot breaths and tangled his tongue with mine. I had my hands neatly clasped together at first, unsure what to do. Then I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he gripped the back of my neck.
It happened naturally.
Restraining each other in our own ways, we rubbed our lips together.
Unexpectedly, I was rational.
Accepting Eden’s kiss had been entirely my own choice, and deciding to hand over the steering wheel controlling me to instinct had also been my decision.
Instinct appeared smugly and jerked the wheel hard, faithfully obeying the hunger signals coming not from my stomach but from my chest.
Like a starving man, I begged greedily, and at the same time let myself be devoured. The line between predator and prey collapsed. After hungrily sucking on Eden’s soft tongue, I obediently surrendered the roof of my mouth to him.
The inside of my mouth melted apart, my senses violently stirred.
The heat blooming there spread through my entire body in an instant.
For someone as innocent as I’d been, the stimulation was overwhelmingly intense. All I could do was desperately shove fragments of consciousness into my hazy mind.
My closed eyelids trembled faintly.
Completely immersed in the passionate, obscene kiss, I was driven back against the wall. Eden stood in front of me, blocking any escape.
He was slightly taller than me.
Not enough that I had to rise onto my toes to kiss him, but enough that I had to tilt my chin upward to fully overlap our lips. Meanwhile, Eden lowered his head slightly as he overwhelmed me.
Neither of us cared if the other’s lips became swollen and bruised.
We were desperate and rough.
Like people wandering the desert who had finally found an oasis.
We swallowed each other’s saliva greedily.
Only after we’d kissed for so long that our teeth collided and our noses crushed awkwardly together did we finally part.
Breathing heavily, lazily, we pressed our foreheads together. After being the first to steady his ragged breathing, Eden spoke quietly.
“I’m not going anywhere, so will you let go?”
I was still holding onto his waist.
It wouldn’t have been difficult to loosen my arms and give him freedom, but I didn’t want to. Because it wasn’t fair.
“You’re still holding me too, hah.”
Eden’s hand, which had been kneading the back of my neck, was now stroking my shoulder gently.
Like soothing an enraged beast that had lost its reason.
Calming me while I still panted faintly.
Unlike overheated me, he appeared calm, but the truth was different.
The thick, long column pressing against my thigh conveyed his burning arousal. Eden’s body temperature might’ve been even higher than mine, and his muscles were more tense and swollen.
“At least I didn’t ruin your clothes.”
A trace of laughter lingered in his quiet whisper. Rather than worrying about the clothes, he was clearly enjoying the situation.
“I still haven’t either…..”
Not wanting to lose, I pushed my thigh between Eden’s legs and dragged him closer.
As a result, one of the buttons near the bottom of his shirt tore off.
“Now you can scold me.”
The line we crossed together was like that button.
Irreversible.
Something that had finally burst apart.
We kissed fiercely again.
Every time our lips bit against each other, wet sounds tangled obscenely together, but neither of us cared. Saliva mixed, friction intensifying more and more.
The shock of such unfamiliar acts excited me easily.
At the time, I’d enjoyed it ignorantly without thinking much of it, but looking back, it had been quite a depraved kiss.
Because naturally, I started wanting to strip Eden’s clothes off.
One button wasn’t enough.
The reason resting behind instinct awakened and pictured his naked body.
The body I imagined through sheer imagination was both similar to reality and different from it.
As I impatiently stripped off Eden’s shirt, I realized exactly how different it was.
