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#What Should I Do
A hot, soft tongue split my teeth and came in, entwining with my own. My mouth was a mess, filled with breaths and moans that I couldn’t tell belonged to whom. As I struggled to breathe and tried to turn my head, Hayun grabbed my chin, preventing me from moving. Saliva that I couldn’t swallow dripped between our misaligned lips.
My breath became increasingly labored, and I pounded my fist against Hayun’s chest. Realizing that I was genuinely struggling, Hayun willingly lifted his body. When I glared at him while gasping for air, he chuckled and reached out to caress my lips. As his finger brushed against my saliva-soaked lips, I flinched for no reason.
“I’ve told you several times that I don’t like it in my room.”
“Was that the reason?”
I turned my head away, tightening my lips at the question of whether it was just a matter of location rather than rejecting the relationship with Hayun itself.
Even if I said I didn’t like it, he would do as he pleased anyway.
I swallowed the words that were about to burst out. It felt unreasonable to use that as an excuse for always giving in to him.
“We can do it in my room.”
Hayun grabbed my arm and pulled me up. Since we were going to do it anyway, I thought his room would be better than here, so I obediently stood up, following his lead.
“But if you’re going to come back after, just do it here.”
I paused at his next words.
“Why…?”
Until now, even if I said I would return to my room after we were done in his, he had never forcibly held me back. So I thought Hayun was being cautious in his own way. After all, it was definitely not a sight anyone would want to see.
“You ran into Haram the other day.”
“Ah….”
That day, my heart dropped. I hadn’t even cleaned up properly, and I wasn’t dressed, so I thought Haram had seen everything. It was a relief that Haram was still young enough not to think it was strange, even after witnessing such a scene.
“What if someone other than Haram saw?”
At Hayun’s question, I blinked, unable to respond. Young Haram couldn’t even imagine what had happened, but adults were different. They would have surely conjured up all sorts of fantasies about what they saw.
“Who… saw…?”
My voice trembled as I asked back. Hayun quietly stared at me before reaching out to pull me into his embrace.
“What if they did?”
I felt the tension in my body as I sensed Hayun’s teasing assumption. Then, I finally mustered the strength to push him away.
“You don’t have to worry.”
Hayun tightened his embrace around me. The squirming figure in his arms seemed to give up, relaxing his body.
“Even if someone saw, no one would tell Haram. I will take care of it before that.”
As he quietly reassured me, I let out a long breath. It seemed that the scariest thing was being caught by Haram, which made me chuckle.
In moments like this, I realized that this guy’s senses weren’t quite normal. As long as it wasn’t Haram, he didn’t seem to be greatly disturbed by the thought of someone else finding out. Of course, since I still thought I hadn’t been caught, I didn’t know how I would react if it actually happened.
“Dawoon.”
He relaxed his arms around me, cupping my cheeks and lifting my face. I could see my own reflection in his eyes, which had risen to meet mine. I liked this moment. It was satisfying to see only Jeong Hayun reflected in Jeong Dawoon’s eyes.
As I slowly leaned in, Dawoon closed his eyes, perhaps feeling the narrowing distance was overwhelming. Watching his long eyelashes cast shadows, I gently pressed my lips against his. It wasn’t as rough as before, but it was a long and deep kiss. Throughout it all, Dawoon never once pushed me away.
As I lowered my hand from his cheek to caress the nape of his neck, he shivered, and his upper body swayed. I placed my hand back on his earlobe, and a moan escaped between our connected lips. When I pulled away to look down at him, I saw his face already flushed with heat. If I stopped here, he would likely suffer alone all night, unable to resolve it. His eyes were clearly flickering, hoping for more, yet he never opened his mouth first.
“What should I do?”
“……”
I lowered my hand down to his waist, almost touching his center, but stopped just before I made contact. I could see his eyebrows slightly furrow. Unconsciously, he bit his lower lip and moistened it with his tongue.
“No, what should I do for you?”
I changed the question. His eyes, filled with Hayun, visibly flickered. It seemed he realized he was hoping for something upon hearing my question. With a twisted expression, Dawoon raised a hand to push me away. Even while I stuck out my tongue at his stubbornness, I found this side of him endearing.
“If you want, I can take you to my room.”
I grabbed his wrist, which was trying to push me away, and asked while maintaining eye contact. Dawoon’s lips moved, but he didn’t provide any answer. He didn’t want to say he disliked it here. But it seemed he also didn’t want to say he wanted to go to Hayun’s room, as that would make it sound like he desired it. I could clearly read what Dawoon was thinking.
“It doesn’t matter where, but I won’t let you walk around with the aftereffects of our encounter.”
At Hayun’s warning, Dawoon’s eyes wandered. Hayun smiled faintly and pressed his lips against mine again. I didn’t care if someone suspected our relationship and whispered behind our backs, but I couldn’t tolerate anyone else seeing Dawoon in a way that only I should know. So from now on, I was determined not to let Dawoon stubbornly return to his room after we were together.
I slipped my hand under Dawoon’s shirt, caressing his bare skin, and then completely removed the shirt. As I pulled down his pants and underwear, leaving him completely naked, his eyes filled with Hayun flickered endlessly. Still, he didn’t say he disliked it anymore. It seemed he instinctively sensed that Hayun wouldn’t back down.
I spread Dawoon’s legs wide and settled myself between them. Leaning down, I took his half-erect flesh into my mouth, and a short gasp escaped him. As I pressed my tongue against the flesh, stimulating it, Dawoon gripped the bed sheets tightly, swallowing his moans. The soft mass I rolled around in my mouth quickly became stiff.
See? I always say that the body acts differently from the words.
Swallowing my laughter, I sucked hard enough to make my cheeks hollow.
“Ugh! Don’t do that…!”
As the sensation of climax built up, Dawoon tried to push my face away with both hands. However, when I stroked beneath with one hand and pressed against the back entrance, his waist bucked, and the strength left his hands that were pushing me away.
Even though I hadn’t moistened him, he opened up easily. It was because I had carved myself into him so deeply a few days ago that he couldn’t close up. As I inserted my finger and gently curled it to scrape his inner walls, Dawoon writhed in pain.
“Ah… it hurts…”
Despite easily swallowing my fingers, the inside was tight, and he flinched every time I scraped against it. The human tendency for sadism is truly strange. I wanted to cherish him, yet I also had a desire to treat him roughly enough to break him once in a while, which heated my head.
But I didn’t want to scare him away.
I withdrew my fingers that had been exploring inside him and pushed on both of Dawoon’s thighs, lifting his buttocks. As his backside was laid bare right in front of my nose, he seemed embarrassed and flailed his arms, trying to escape from me.
“Ugh, no, don’t, please…!”
As I licked his back with my tongue, Dawoon squirmed.
“Please…”
His fingers, gripping the sheets, turned white. Ignoring his pleas, I pressed my tongue into his tight entrance, causing him to shudder and twist his waist. Even as he begged me to stop, I didn’t relent, and gradually his moans turned into sobs.
“Rather, ugh, please…”
Dawoon reached out his arms toward Hayun. As I straightened up to look down at him, I saw his eyes brimming with tears. As I moved closer, as if responding to his call, his slender arms wrapped around my neck. It was an attempt to prevent me from going any lower, but to me, it was endearing and lovely that he had come to embrace me willingly.
As the dick touched his back entrance, which had been throbbing since earlier, Dawoon flinched. The heavy sensation slowly invading him seemed to cause him pain, and a moan escaped his lips. After fully inserting myself, I held him close for a moment, waiting for his breathing to calm down.
The moment Dawoon seemed to relax and let go of his tension, I thrust my hips upward, and a gasp escaped him. The sounds of our bodies connecting, the slapping of flesh, mixed with Dawoon’s rapid breaths filled the room.
The heat in the room quickly built up. I held Dawoon tightly, longer and with more care than usual, until he was completely exhausted and couldn’t even move a finger.
Hayun watched over the fainted Dawoon for a long time without moving. His large hand cradled Dawoon’s cheeks. If only time could stop like this. If only he could sleep in my arms without thinking of anything…
No, I was planning to keep this whirlwind going. To the point where I wouldn’t have to vomit from the rejection of my reason, where I wouldn’t even have the energy to consider the whispers of others. I intended to make it so that he couldn’t think of anything other than me.
