#37
Because I was wrapped tightly in my hyung’s arms, held securely against him, I couldn’t move an inch and had to endure his kiss. My grip tightened around the glass in my hand.
When he gently sucked on my lower lip, my startled body flinched and recoiled as if to escape. But I was already trapped in Saheon’s embrace, making my resistance futile.
The chilling, tingling sensation was something I wanted to avoid, yet simultaneously surrender to. My wriggling waist arched further back, but my hyung, his arms firmly around me, closed the distance as I retreated.
His tongue slipped between my parted lips, teasing my sensitive inner flesh. As he gently coaxed my stiff, frozen tongue, Saheon pulled my waist closer against him. A strange heat seemed to emanate from where our lower bodies touched.
The kiss from behind quickly stole my breath. As I winced repeatedly, my brow furrowed, Saheon slightly loosened his suffocating embrace. His hand, sliding naturally up my stomach, reached my wrist and effortlessly took the glass of water from my grasp.
Our intertwined position had shifted without me realizing it. The subtle clink of the glass on the table mingled with the wet sounds of our saliva mixing. My cheeks flushed instantly. To stifle the strange whimpering sounds escaping me, I used my now-free hand to push against his shoulder.
Even though I hadn’t used much force, he readily broke the kiss. I gasped, looking up at Saheon.
The lingering pleasure of the sensation still seemed to cling to my tongue. Even as I panted, I couldn’t hide the trembling in my eyes. The lump that had been constricting my throat had vanished, replaced by a bewildered sense of relief.
Saheon interlocked his fingers with mine, pulling me even closer. His homewear was slightly damp, perhaps from his still-wet body. His undried hair was slicked back as if styled with wax, but even that suited him.
Gazing down at me with burning eyes, Saheon placed a soft kiss on the corner of my eye. The wet *peck* echoed unusually loud. I blinked, making it obvious that I was flustered by the kiss.
We were held so tightly together that I could feel the beat of his heart against mine. Embarrassed by the rapid pace of my own heart, I turned my head to avoid his gentle, pursuing kisses.
Saheon chuckled softly. His warm breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine. He kissed the slightly damp corner of my eye once more and whispered,
“Why were you crying?”
Trapped between the table at my back and Saheon’s embrace in front, I felt as if I might suffocate. As if urging a response, his lips brushed against my eyebrow. My body trembled involuntarily with each kiss.
“I… yawned… too hard,” I mumbled, forcing out a lie. Even to my own ears, the excuse sounded weak, and Saheon’s face momentarily registered a look of disbelief. Perhaps to avoid his tender kisses, or to support my arched back, my hand now gripped the edge of the table.
Saheon’s hand, which had been around my waist, began to slide lower, over my clothes. Even through the thick sweatshirt, I could feel the heat radiating from his palm. As his hand trailed down the curve of my back and over the swell of my buttocks, I involuntarily inhaled sharply.
It was a reaction that betrayed my inexperience, even to myself. Mortified, I quickly closed my mouth. Thankfully, his hand stopped its descent but remained cupping my flesh.
“I thought… you were crying because you missed me,” he said, his teasing tone evident in his chuckle. He was so close that our noses almost touched. His hand covered mine, which was still gripping the edge of the table.
Pressing against me with his entire body, he gently squeezed my buttock. The heat unique to someone fresh from a shower enveloped me.
“I was crying because I missed *you*,” he murmured, his hot breath, laced with a playful yet sincere tone, tickled my sensitive ear. The implication that he had missed me, combined with the physical stimulation, sent my heart racing. A burning sensation spread through me from head to toe.
Whether from the embarrassment of having my supposed reason for crying exposed, or simply from shyness, or perhaps both, my face flushed crimson. When Saheon playfully nibbled my earlobe, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“You… said you were… thirsty. You… wanted water…”
“Yes, I was thirsty,” Saheon replied, his warm breath brushing my ear with each word. He placed a soft kiss where my ear met my jaw and murmured,
“But not anymore.”
His lips met mine, devouring. Unlike the earlier, relatively gentle kiss, this one was intense, the wet sounds growing louder along with his ragged breathing.
The fierce kiss, almost invasive, was enough to make me lose my senses. Held captive by him, I felt as if unswallowed saliva might spill from my mouth.
Saheon pressed on without giving me a moment’s respite. His desperate, almost frantic kisses forced me to stumble backward, clinging to him like a koala.
“hyung, slow, dow-wn, uh,” I tried to gasp between the brief separations of our lips, pleading for him to ease up, but my words were lost as he continued to consume my mouth. There was an urgency in his actions, like a parched man finding an oasis.
Something soft brushed against my calves and the back of my knees. A slight pressure against my legs made them buckle, and I collapsed onto the bed. Saheon brought one knee onto the mattress, following me down and pinning me with his body.
Heat rose in my cheeks. I felt the distinct press of his erection against my jeans, sending a rush of heat to my groin. My already half-hard dick, confined by my pants, throbbed.
I was barely able to breathe, my head dizzy. My wrists were pinned to the bed. My hands tingled from the lack of circulation, and as I flexed them, Saheon, as if to soothe me, pulled away with a soft *peck*.
“Haah… uh… uh…”
I gasped, sucking in air. My chest heaved. With a simple upward push of his hand beneath my knees, Saheon settled me fully onto the bed. He moved between my spread legs, his body hovering over mine in a position that mimicked intercourse.
Droplets of water from his hair sprinkled onto my jeans. The outline of his erection was clearly visible through his loose homewear. Lying down like this, under the fluorescent light, it seemed even more intimidating and menacing.
I swallowed hard, involuntarily. He subtly rubbed his erection against my inner thigh. It was an unintentional movement, but my already overactive mind interpreted it lewdly.
His hand slipped beneath my clothes, and his warm palm cupped my lower back. His hand, surprisingly still, held my squirming waist as if to soothe it.
He traced the curve of my waist with his large hand as if measuring it, then moved to my flat stomach, as if checking for any fat. The unexpected touch made me tense up even more than when he had touched my groin, and I sucked in my stomach. His fingertips trailed down to my smooth groin, tracing the long line of my hip bone. He murmured,
“Why are you so skinny?”
My shirt had ridden up, halfway exposing my torso. I’d never considered myself skinny, and I wriggled under his touch, breathing heavily.
I could only watch, dumbfounded, as he effortlessly peeled my shirt off. But when Saheon, his leg pressed between mine, removed my shirt, I finally understood why he had called me “skinny.”
*He* was the strange one, maintaining an athletic physique despite being a regular person. I stared, mesmerized, at his well-defined muscles, highlighted under the fluorescent light. The sculpted lines that flowed from his broad shoulders explained why his uniform always fit him so perfectly.
His lowered gaze, as if observing me, cast long shadows under his eyes. The shadows accentuated his naturally cool features, giving him a predatory air.
Still panting, I closed my lips around his finger as it brushed against them. My lungs still screamed for air, but trying to breathe only through my nose made my shoulders heave. Saheon’s hands gently cupped my cheeks. His thumb lightly brushed against my heated eyelids.
I felt his hands move towards my shoulders. Holding my upper body in place with his arms, he lowered his head, kissing the corner of my mouth before delving back in to explore my mouth once more.
I instinctively knew that this would unfold just like last time. The overtly heated atmosphere made it easy to predict.
I suddenly felt a burning sensation where the vivid memories, etched so deeply that I could recall every detail, resided. The resentment I had felt towards Saheon over the past two days faded in the face of this overwhelming turn of events.
I started to wrap my arms around Saheon’s neck, but hesitated, redirecting them to his collarbone. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my clenched fist.
Kissing my saliva-slicked lips, Saheon took my wrist. As if sensing my desire to embrace him, he guided my arm around his neck. I held him tightly, but soon had to loosen my grip as he shifted, nibbling at my neck.
“Ah!”
The sharp sensation made me lose my grip, and my fingernails left long scratches on his neck and shoulder. Wriggling my waist and curling my fingers inward to avoid leaving more marks, I couldn’t stop him from adding fresh scratches over the already reddened skin.
“Ah, ahhh, uh, hyung… uhhn…”
My vision blurred as I looked down to see new red marks appearing on my skin. Saheon’s lips curved into a wide, satisfied smile as he kissed the fresh, brand-like marks.
“You’re even skinnier without your clothes. You’ll break.”
His words, murmured alongside a bright smile as if commenting on a beautiful day, naturally struck me as odd. I bit my lip, staring at him.
He sounded so unfamiliar, like a stranger. I wanted to cover my ears. But Saheon seemed oblivious to my disapproving gaze. Caressing the smooth, hairless skin above his unbuckled boxers, he muttered to himself,
“What if I shove it in and it comes back out, leaving a dick-shaped mark on your stomach…”
