#66
His angry expression is fucking sexy… Like a Chihuahua. Taeseong’s heart pounded seeing Bonoh angry. He had almost revealed his dirty personality in front of Bonoh, but it was enough to make him forget everything. When Bonoh said “on this chest!” it seemed like he put particular emphasis on it, but it wasn’t an important issue.
“Ah, seriously. It won’t come off even wiping with wet wipes. Didn’t you get burned? Does it sting?”
Bonoh leaned his head in, grabbed the shirt and tried to look inside. His hand holding a fresh wet wipe also slipped inside the shirt. Taeseong stopped Bonoh’s hand that was groping his chest.
“Let’s eat first. It’s not even hot, and I can just wash the clothes later.”
“Ah, okay…”
He couldn’t say stop touching me because his cock might get hard in the middle of the restaurant. Bonoh pulled his hand out of the shirt with a somewhat disappointed expression.
Throughout the meal, Bonoh kept glancing at Taeseong’s chest. The mark left on his left chest looked like printing, as if he’d been shot. For Taeseong, the fact that something had gotten on his clothes was more bothersome than the stain itself. He didn’t really care about other people’s gazes. Except for Kim Bonoh.
“…A roommate hasn’t moved into the dorm yet, so I’m using it alone. Want to stop by?”
Eventually Bonoh said this as they left the restaurant. Since Taeseong didn’t use public transportation, there was no immediate need to remove the stain. Whether he washed the shirt right now or changed into different clothes, it would be just as uncomfortable, and for Taeseong, the best option was to just quickly get in his car, go home and take a shower.
“Sure, let’s do that.”
However, Taeseong didn’t refuse Bonoh’s suggestion.
“Gasp, hey the security guard is looking this way. Duck down!”
Taeseong looked down at Bonoh who was ridiculously crouched down. They were hiding by the dormitory entrance, watching the security guard. Bonoh was being extremely cautious like a spy in a low-budget comedy movie, but he was clumsy.
“I said duck down, hurry!”
“……”
Bonoh gestured and whispered quietly toward Taeseong who was standing still. Taeseong suppressed the laughter that was about to slip out and crouched down behind Bonoh. He could feel the suspicious gazes of passing dormitory students.
Actually, there was no need to go this far. He could have walked in confidently by talking to the security guard or dormitory administration office with the excuse that he had belongings left behind since he’d moved out not long ago. However, Taeseong had no intention of telling Bonoh this fact and killing the mood. He willingly participated in the stupid game without raising objections.
“Damn, the security guard seems like he’ll keep staying there. This won’t work. I’ll go first and tap my card at the entrance gate, then casually drop the card on the floor. Pick it up and tap it to get in.”
“Okay.”
Taeseong answered obediently. Bonoh gave instructions seriously as if getting caught would be a disaster. Even if they got caught, it wouldn’t be penalty points, just a warning at most. Bonoh sometimes acted foolishly. Because of this, Taeseong felt that Bonoh, who was the same age, seemed younger, and sometimes more lovable.
The dormitory had a structure where you could see the security guard straight ahead upon entering. Right next to that was the package storage, and on both sides were entrance gates like company security gates or subway turnstiles. It was a device to prevent outsiders from entering, requiring a card key to enter.
“You have to act as naturally as possible, okay?”
“I told you I understand.”
Bonoh emphasized that they had to move without arousing suspicion. Eventually Taeseong couldn’t hold back and smiled. At this, Bonoh glanced at him sideways then turned his head again to look around the first floor lobby.
Then Bonoh stood up straight and started walking. He said they had to be as natural as possible, but his gaze handling wasn’t natural at all. Anyone could see he was rolling his eyes suspiciously like a guilty puppy, but the security guard didn’t pay attention to him. Before setting the rules, he used to come in just barely making curfew all the time, so he seemed to have properly registered his face with the security guard.
Taeseong followed behind him without taking his eyes off Bonoh. Perhaps not noticing that the security guard wasn’t paying attention to him, Bonoh’s steps became increasingly awkward. Sometimes his steps got tangled and he’d extend the same side arm and leg.
“Ahem, hmm.”
On top of that, when dropping the card, he even made throat-clearing sounds. It seemed like he was giving Taeseong a signal, but it was amazing that the security guard didn’t look. Taeseong bent over right in front of the entrance gate to pick up the card.
“Hey!”
Then Bonoh called Taeseong in a whispered voice. When Taeseong looked up while trying to pick up the card, Bonoh mouthed the words. Naturally, act naturally!
Bonoh’s behavior drew more attention, but to match Bonoh’s rhythm, Taeseong pretended to tie his shoelaces. Since Taeseong was wearing driving shoes without laces, his hands could only make motions in front of his feet. When Bonoh looked satisfied, Taeseong calmly picked up the card.
After passing through the entrance gate, Bonoh snatched Taeseong’s hand. Then he led him toward the elevator. Though they were completely out of the security guard’s sight, tension still lingered on Bonoh’s face. He looked anxiously at the floor indicator while waiting for the elevator to come down.
Taeseong looked down at his own hand. It was firmly held by Bonoh’s hand, which had thick knuckles and was rough. Bonoh’s hand was masculine, but size-wise it was smaller than his own.
Once past the entrance gate, there was no need to hide or be so tense. The security guard might keep watching the CCTV, but he didn’t memorize all the dormitory students’ faces. However, Taeseong liked that Bonoh was pulling his hand, so he didn’t bother pointing this out.
A moment later, the elevator door opened. Bonoh led Taeseong to the very corner and stood with his back to him right in front. It seemed like he was trying to hide Taeseong with his body. Even so, since Taeseong was bigger than Bonoh in both height and build, he wasn’t hidden.
“Joo Taeseong, stick close to me. So you won’t get caught on CCTV.”
“Okay.”
At those words, Taeseong wrapped his arms around Bonoh’s waist with both hands and pressed his body close to Bonoh’s back. When they were in a back-hugging position, Bonoh flinched. However, he didn’t push Taeseong away. Taeseong looked down at the back of Bonoh’s head as he stayed quietly in the embrace, then buried his face in Bonoh’s nape.
“Ugh, hey, wait…”
“I have to hide my face. What if we get caught.”
When Bonoh twisted his body, Taeseong spoke. At those words, Bonoh stopped struggling, but kept flinching as if it tickled.
The dormitory elevator that had always been slow felt unusually fast to Taeseong. It would have been nice if it was the top floor instead of the 3rd floor. With regret, Taeseong smacked his lips.
“Joo Taeseong, move aside now…”
“There’s CCTV in the hallway too.”
Bonoh seemed convinced by Taeseong’s words. When Taeseong rubbed his face against Bonoh’s nape, Bonoh found it ticklish but didn’t push him away. Bonoh stuck his head out slightly to check the hallway.
“Ugh, heavy.”
“Haha.”
When Taeseong leaned on him almost like being carried, Bonoh swayed from the shifted weight. Taeseong laughed and supported Bonoh’s waist well. As Bonoh walked forward, Taeseong, hanging on his shoulders, dragged his feet following behind. Bonoh wanted to hurry into the room, but walking fast wasn’t easy because of Taeseong’s weight.
Finally reaching the door of Room 309, Bonoh opened it and quickly entered.
“Now it’s fine, right? Let go.”
“How heartless.”
Taeseong dropped from Bonoh’s shoulders. Taeseong gazed intently at the nape and earlobes that were flushed from tension.
Bonoh, who had turned around, began unbuttoning Taeseong’s shirt. Taeseong didn’t stop him and just looked down quietly.
“What are you looking at. I’m taking it off to wash it.”
“Really? Wash it well. It’s quite sensitive.”
“Damn! You take it off, you pervert.”
Bonoh let go of the hand that was unbuttoning and got irritated. His face turned bright red as he avoided Taeseong’s gaze. Taeseong continued unbuttoning calmly while speaking.
“Pervert? I meant the shirt was sensitive. What were you thinking?”
“Just give me the clothes.”
When Taeseong held out the shirt and sweater, Bonoh snatched them away. Then he strode into the room and brought back a laundry capsule.
“I’m going to run the washing machine and come back, so behave yourself.”
Taeseong just shrugged in response. Taeseong watched the door that opened and closed as Bonoh left. There had been a paper with rules written on it stuck at Bonoh’s eye level, but though he had taken that paper, sticky tape marks remained. Taeseong traced those marks with his fingertips, then took off his shoes and entered.
His spot was left empty without a single belonging, but clothes were placed on the bed. It seemed Bonoh had put his clothes on his bed in the meantime. Taeseong picked up the clothes and smelled them. From the sweet body scent still lingering, it seemed like he had taken off what he wore as pajamas this morning and thrown them here.
Taeseong breathed in deeper, chasing that scent. It was an addictive smell. Ah, sweet. From Bonoh’s bare body, the scent was even stronger than this. When he buried his nose and breathed against his nape or dry chest, there was a sweet smell, and from his armpits or groin came another body scent. As he recalled this, his cock felt like it might get hard.
Author: Hyacinthus B
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