Chapter 110
“…Ahjussi, I can’t… can’t breathe.”
“…Does it feel good?”
“Mmm, yes… good, it feels good, my body feels strange. Strange.”
Eunseong turned his head toward the man lying behind him. His half-open eyes were moist with tears. Eunseong grabbed the back of Siwoon’s head and pulled him down, urgently pressing their lips together. He bit Siwoon’s lips and licked them with his tongue. When Siwoon didn’t offer his tongue, Eunseong let out a whimpering moan, urging him to invade his mouth.
“I’ll love you more than anyone. I’ll cherish you. That’s something… something only I can do, no one else.”
“Ah, ah… ahjussi, I love you. I love you.”
Eunseong muttered hazily, intoxicated by the scent. He pushed his buttocks, wet with bodily fluids, against Siwoon’s groin and rubbed against him. It was the movement of an animal in heat or mating. When Siwoon pulled down one side of his drawers, his dick sprang up. He placed it between the cheeks of Eunseong’s buttocks and moved his hips, rubbing intensely.
“Not that, don’t do that… put it in. Put it in. My stomach is hot. I’m telling you, down there is hot.”
Eunseong clung to him, moving his wet lips lewdly. As Eunseong pushed his buttocks further toward Siwoon’s lower abdomen and begged, Siwoon raised himself up. He pushed his heated dick into the wet interior.
As the dick penetrated deeply, Eunseong finally exhaled a pained breath as if he might survive. Siwoon grimaced painfully and made Eunseong lie completely face down on the bed. He pulled back the dick embedded between Eunseong’s buttocks, then pushed down. Their flesh collided with a thud.
“Ungh!”
Eunseong’s hands twisted the bedding into a whirlwind shape. Siwoon thrust upward, indulging in Eunseong’s insides. Veins bulged on Siwoon’s forehead and on the arms gripping Eunseong. The tattoos on his body writhed like beasts along with Siwoon.
“The only one, haa, the only one who can protect you, ungh, is me.”
“Ahh! Mmm! Ah, aah, aaahn!”
Siwoon whispered with rough breaths as he thrust deep inside. The base of Eunseong’s pelvis contracted, his inner walls tightly gripping Siwoon’s dick.
“So, haa, so, ungh, so, please… please.”
Don’t blame me.
The man’s center, tenaciously exploring Eunseong, swelled even larger and thrust forcefully. Eunseong’s lower body twitched and convulsed. The squelching sounds of their frantic penetration, along with the band of scent, enveloped them.
“The window… ahjussi, please open the window. I can’t breathe.”
Eunseong, who had been lying as if dead, squirmed, his spine trembling, and whispered softly. Siwoon was kissing his naked back. He was kissing the protruding cervical vertebrae and moving his lips down along the spine.
“Ahjussi, please… ventilate the room.”
The lips traveling down the smooth skin hesitated. His ash-gray hair was disheveled enough to cover his eyes. He swept his hair back with his hand and lifted his head. The motionless back asked for ventilation again in a small voice.
After staring at Eunseong’s naked back for a while, Siwoon got up and opened the window.
The winter air carrying a chill entered his bedroom unhindered. The cold swept away all the warm air inside and the smoke forming bands.
As the air in the room grew cold with the window wide open, Siwoon stood looking outside, and two arms wrapped around his waist. Siwoon’s upper body flinched, and his eyes watching the garden wavered as well.
He looked down at the arms wrapped around his waist and turned to face the body warmth that had come close and was rubbing against him. Eunseong’s face, which had looked dazed as if the screws of anxiety and vigilance had completely loosened, had returned to its normal appearance. When their eyes met, Eunseong smiled slightly.
“It’s really cold outside.”
“Why aren’t you under the blanket?”
“Your body temperature is high, so hugging you like this is like a heater and feels good.”
Siwoon stroked the bare arms around his waist with his dry palms. As he tried to close the window, noticing the goosebumps on Eunseong’s skin, the face buried against his back shook.
“Leave it as it is.”
“Aren’t you cold?”
“I’m not cold like this. Are you cold, ahjussi?”
“…No, I’m not cold either.”
“Then let’s stay like this a little longer.”
Although Eunseong said he wasn’t cold, Siwoon closed the window anyway. The air, stripped of all warmth, felt chilly. He brought the nightgown that had been placed on the sofa and draped it over Eunseong’s shoulders, fastening the front.
The incense he had lit was again seeping slowly into the room. Eunseong’s eyes looked at the acrid smoke rising from the floor, then lifted his head toward Siwoon. Siwoon was stroking Eunseong’s hair. Eunseong’s fine hair seeped through between Siwoon’s fingers.
“Your hair has grown a lot already.”
“…Lately, maybe it’s my mood, but it seems like my nails and hair are growing faster.”
“Yes, it seems so.”
It was because time was passing so quickly that they were barely aware of its flow. Eunseong didn’t actually know what day or time it was.
Siwoon placed Eunseong’s hand on his palm and examined it. The nails had grown quite long.
“Sit here.”
After seating Eunseong on the sofa, Siwoon brought a nail clipper. He pulled out tissues to spread underneath, held Eunseong’s hand, and carefully trimmed his nails. Eunseong watched along with Siwoon as the nails fell off with little clicks.
“Having someone clip my nails… it’s my first time.”
“It’s my first time clipping someone else’s nails too. No wonder my back has been hurting.”
As Siwoon said, there were nail marks on his back as if he had been scratched by an animal.
As Siwoon concentrated on trimming his nails with his head bowed, Eunseong gazed quietly at the space between his eyebrows and the bridge of his nose, inhaling the faint smoke rising from his feet to his calves and knees.
Eunseong buried his face in Siwoon’s bare shoulder as if dizzy. Siwoon briefly acknowledged this before returning his focus to the little fingernail, when Eunseong’s lips came to touch his cheek with a soft sound. Siwoon slowly released Eunseong’s hand that he had been holding and raised his head.
When their eyes met, Eunseong, as if he had been waiting, climbed onto Siwoon’s thighs and sat down. He wrapped his arms around the shoulders with distinct angles from years of exercise and gazed into Siwoon’s eyes as if peering into an abyss.
“…When my uncle clips my nails with such beautiful eyes.”
“…”
“It makes me want to keep kissing you.”
These weren’t eyes intoxicated by the scent. They were clear eyes that knew exactly what they wanted. Before Siwoon could part his lips, Eunseong tilted his head and pressed his lips against Siwoon’s.
Eunseong lived almost like an animal. When his legs lost strength and he couldn’t move, Siwoon carried him and helped him urinate.
Siwoon held both of Eunseong’s knees in his arms. He had to urinate into the toilet with his legs spread while Siwoon watched. The semen that had been repeatedly released inside him fell out from between his spread buttocks. Siwoon also washed his body. Siwoon fed him too. Eunseong opened his mouth like a baby bird and ate and drank whatever Siwoon put into his mouth.
One day, fortunately, the scent that drove Eunseong crazy dissipated. After ventilating the room, Siwoon brought fruit and placed it in front of Eunseong, who was sitting on the sofa. Thanks to Eunseong, Siwoon had become good at peeling apples. He even knew how to peel apple skins beautifully and neatly into rabbit ear shapes.
Eunseong took the apple and strawberries that Siwoon had prepared and put them in his mouth.
Siwoon came beside him, took the remote control, and turned on the TV. Eunseong had never seen him watch TV at home before. Sometimes all of Siwoon’s actions felt like an artificial play to Eunseong.
Siwoon took both of Eunseong’s legs, placed them comfortably on his thighs, and massaged them. Eunseong was learning these days that having a lot of sex could make his legs so weak that even walking became difficult.
Looking at his feet that Siwoon was fiddling with, Eunseong reached out to take a strawberry, put it in his mouth, and said while chewing:
“You said you were conservative.”
“Haha.”
Siwoon, who had been looking at the TV screen, burst into laughter. At the sound of Siwoon’s laughter, Eunseong also chuckled. Siwoon looked at Eunseong with a reaction suggesting that even he found it absurd.
“Did I say that?”
“Yes, ahjussi… that you were conservative, that everything takes time…”
“Caught in my lie, I see.”
He spoke plainly, like a dignified hypocrite. Eunseong was actually a bit surprised. Although Siwoon had acknowledged his feelings and admitted his own immorality, Eunseong hadn’t expected him to be this aggressive.
They were scheduled to leave for New York soon. He had heard that the interior of the house they would live in was being remodeled. Siwoon didn’t seem to have any lingering attachments to Korea. Rather, the continual postponement of their departure date irritated him, and Eunseong had heard him urging Director Nam over the phone.
“By the way, my dad… still no contact?”
“…”
Siwoon’s hands, which had been massaging Eunseong’s soles, hesitated. Siwoon turned his head.
“I thought I should at least call him before we leave. After all, he is my dad…”
“I’ll talk to him.”
“Can you contact him?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
