Tae-yi stared intently at Da Haram, who was rolling his bright brown eyes while pressing his lips together so tightly that wrinkles formed around them. Tae-yi let out a soft, deflated sound—pik—as if the air had been sucked out of him. Just from the way Haram’s lips quivered, one might think Tae-yi had licked his tongue all over them.
Watching Haram’s gaze, which seemed to demand an explanation, Tae-yi suddenly closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against Haram’s soft ones. The unfamiliar sensation, so different from the pressure of fingers, made Haram’s tightly clenched lips part naturally.
Seizing the opportunity, Tae-yi slipped his tongue inside, slowly brushing against Haram’s stiff, damp tongue and invading the depths of his mouth.
“Umm…”
The tickling sensation that started at the tip of Haram’s tongue soon spread deep to the root, eliciting a pained moan from him. It was a slow kiss, one that didn’t steal his breath.
Perhaps because of that, Haram, whose entire body had been rigid, gradually relaxed. He began to move his tongue, timidly flicking it in a way that wasn’t even ticklish.
Without breaking the kiss, Tae-yi, who had been perched on the edge of the bed, stood up and hunched over Haram. Haram, who had kept his eyes tightly shut, opened them as Tae-yi moved, turning his head to follow him.
Unable to meet Tae-yi’s gaze in such an intimate situation, Haram’s eyes darted around Tae-yi’s nose. As the kiss continued to stimulate his tender flesh, Tae-yi slid his hand behind Haram’s thigh and lifted him onto the bed.
Tae-yi, now straddling Haram, licked the delicate mucous membrane before pulling his head back. Through his disheveled bangs, Tae-yi’s slightly furrowed brows were visible.
Haram, panting with his lips slightly parted and slick with saliva, suddenly realized he was lying between Tae-yi’s thick thighs. His body twitched. Tae-yi looked down at the clearly nervous Haram for a moment before smoothing his messy bangs.
“W-why…”
Why did he lay him down? Haram stammered, squirming, and Tae-yi began to slowly stroke his flushed cheek. The weight of Tae-yi on top of him felt utterly foreign. His lips were coated in saliva, but his mouth was dry, forcing him to swallow.
As Haram’s lips trembled, Tae-yi continued to pepper him with small kisses—an act meant to ease his tension.
When Haram’s hand, which had been clutching the blanket, moved to Tae-yi’s stiff dress shirt, Tae-yi lowered his body as if he had been waiting for it. He placed his left hand beside Haram’s face and slid his right hand downward. His hand passed over the white T-shirt and reached the gray sweatpants.
Without hesitation, Tae-yi slipped his hand into Haram’s pants, just as he was about to touch the thin drawers beneath—heup—Haram gasped sharply and vanished. Tae-yi, caught off guard by the all-too-familiar yet unfamiliar situation, stared blankly at the T-shirt and pants left beneath him.
“…Da Haram.”
Noticing something the size of a fist bulging under the white T-shirt, Tae-yi reached out—only for the transformed Haram to burst through the fabric and dash toward the end of the bed. The soft mattress made running difficult, but Haram scrambled desperately.
Finally reaching the edge of the bed, Haram launched himself into the air. With his patagium spread wide, he glided briefly before landing near the doorway. Tae-yi, who had been watching in a daze, belatedly got to his feet.
Hearing Tae-yi’s approaching footsteps, Haram quickly slipped through the slightly ajar door and sprinted down the hallway, his paws making a dodo-dodo sound against the marble floor.
The cold marble sent shivers up his paws—or rather, the shivers had started long before. As he struggled to hop down the stairs to the first floor, he heard the sound of a door closing above him. Tae-yi was coming.
“Jjae, jjak!”
Haram hurriedly moved his feet and finally reached the last step. Instinctively sensing Tae-yi’s gaze, he jerked his head up.
Tae-yi was leaning on the second-floor railing, looking down at him with an unreadable expression. Haram, startled, leaped in place before darting away to hide where the railing couldn’t reach him.
Only after the gray furball disappeared from sight did Tae-yi begin to descend the stairs slowly, letting out a self-reproachful sigh with each step.
He should have started with the T-shirt, not the pants. Haram must have been shocked. He was too hasty. He should have started with the T-shirt. The T-shirt.
Reaching the first floor, Tae-yi muttered the word “T-shirt” repeatedly as he walked sluggishly in the direction Haram had fled. The house was spacious, but the furniture was minimal. That meant Haram’s hiding spots were limited.
Among the rooms in the hallway Haram had run down, only one door was open. There was no way he could have opened it in his Sky Squirrel form. He must have humanized. The image of Haram, naked and flustered, rushing into the room without even closing the door made Tae-yi quicken his pace.
The room Haram had entered was where Tae-yi stored gifts received from formal occasions. Though called a storage room, it was practically a warehouse for gifts Tae-yi had never even seen.
As soon as he entered, Tae-yi saw stacks of luxury brand boxes. On one wall, unopened bottles of whiskey and wine were displayed in a neat row.
Scanning the room, Tae-yi spotted a haphazardly closed box lying on the floor and let out a small laugh. He crouched down and opened the lid, only to find the box empty. Just then, he heard a rustling sound behind him and whipped his head around.
A gray furball was darting toward the door. The realization that he’d been tricked made Tae-yi let out a hollow laugh, and his feet moved before his mind could catch up.
In two long strides, Tae-yi scooped up the scurrying Haram, feeling the soft furball squirm in his grip.
“Jjik, jjik!”
“Sorry for going for the pants first. Did I scare you?”
“Jjik, jjak…!”
Q-quiet…!
Haram, who had been clutching his flat tail to his chest, waved his front paws frantically in the air at Tae-yi’s vulgar words. It was absurd. Even though no one else was around to hear, the blatant remark made him want to run away again. And he had run away—!
Haram pushed away Tae-yi’s hand, which was wrapped around his body, with both of his own. The hand gripping his gray tail seemed to be hiding something.
Watching Haram’s suspicious behavior, Tae-yi suddenly smirked.
“You’re hard?”
“Jjaek!”
No!
Haram’s small body flinched as if he’d heard something obscene, and he shook his head vigorously, denying it with all his might. But when Tae-yi’s unwavering gaze didn’t fade even after the prolonged head-shaking, Haram finally nodded up and down, tears welling in his eyes.
“What do you want to do about it?”
Satisfied with the answer, Tae-yi asked with a pleased smile.
“Jjik…?”
What do you mean, what? Haram blinked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, looking utterly confused. Tae-yi’s smile deepened. He lifted Haram, who was lying in his palm and blinking blankly, up to eye level and answered.
“We live together, we kiss—we’re at that stage.”
Tae-yi’s shamelessness bordered on audacity. Haram’s mouth fell open in shock, flapping like a fish. Even in his bewilderment, he didn’t let go of his tail. His mouth dried out from being open too long, and he repeatedly licked his lips before finally speaking.
“Jji, jjak…!”
Technically, we don’t live together…!
The kiss was… true, but…
Haram corrected him firmly, though Tae-yi couldn’t possibly understand.
“You don’t want to do it with me?”
“Jjik, jjik…”
That’s not it…
Faced with Tae-yi’s puppy-dog eyes, Haram hesitated, his resolve to argue back faltering.
Haram awkwardly climbed down from Tae-yi’s palm and darted behind a stack of colorful shopping bags. In an instant, he transformed back into human form, clutching a large shopping bag to cover his lower body before sitting down with his backside lightly touching the floor. He looked up at Tae-yi and spoke.
“When did we ever live together…!”
“We are living together.”
The shameless reply left Haram speechless. Tae-yi wasn’t pretending not to understand Sky Squirrel speech—he simply had no intention of understanding it.
Haram, who had just reached a belated realization, could only gape like a fish. Tae-yi, who had been kneeling, slowly lowered his head. His gaze traced the silver hair, flushed cheeks, the slender neck that could fit in one hand, and the prominent collarbones before drifting downward.
Below the flushed cheeks were nipples much darker than the surrounding skin, standing out against his pale flesh. Tae-yi swallowed. Then, still looking into Haram’s hesitant eyes, he asked:
“Better now?”
“Uh…?”
Haram tilted his head, confused by the subjectless question. Tae-yi, smiling faintly, looked at the spot concealed by the shopping bag. Following his gaze, Haram looked down and belatedly understood, flaring up in outrage.
“B-but it’s gone down! I—I was never hard in the first place!”
Stammering desperately, Haram’s plea only made Tae-yi burst into laughter. Though he knew it was a blatant lie, the sight of Haram’s ears turning red made him nod slightly, as if conceding the point. If he teased him any further, Haram might transform back into a Sky Squirrel and flee again.
Remember kids: Informed and enthusiastic consent is important. Don’t be like this or allow your partner to be like this. 🙁