Thinking he wouldn’t be able to take him home like this, Seonwoo lifted Yoonjo into his arms. His head dropped limply, as if he was drunk to the tips of his hair. Instead of the usual grassy scent from Yoonjo’s body, only the strong smell of alcohol emanated.
Seonwoo, who had laid Yoonjo down on a nearby sofa, pulled his hands away to roughly clear the table. As if he’d been waiting, Yoonjo grabbed Seonwoo’s wrist. Pulled along helplessly, Seonwoo ended up sitting in the seat next to Yoonjo before he knew it.
“Ki Seonwoo.”
“Yoonjo-ya, go to sleep. Why do you keep getting up.”
With eyes half-unfocused and glazed over, Seonwoo lightly patted Yoonjo’s cheek. The body temperature touching his palm was much higher than usual.
“Hyung.”
“What.”
“I really like you, hyung.”
“Yoonjo, you’re really drunk. Close your eyes and sleep. You’re talking nonsense because you’re drunk right now.”
“Why do you think it’s nonsense?”
At the calm question, Seonwoo answered like a sigh.
“What are you going to do if I don’t accept you till the end?”
“Liking someone is my business. Do I need permission even for that? That sunbae who came during the dog gathering was really such an old fart, I hated him, but I guess I have to verbally say I hate that person and tell them I hate them. I didn’t know… that there was such a rule…. But I’m just going to keep liking you, hyung.”
There was no coherence to his mumbling words. Seonwoo looked at Yoonjo, who kept scrunching up his face as if trying to hold back yawns, and said.
“Yoonjo-ya. You’re just mistaken for a moment. When vacation ends and you go back up to Seoul and meet girls and hang out together… you’ll laugh it off thinking ‘why did I say that back then.'”
“Hyung, you’re really funny….”
Yoonjo, who giggled softly, blinked his eyes slowly and then grabbed and pulled Seonwoo’s front lapel. With a short *chu* sound, his lips touched the soft sensation and fell away.
“You talk like such an old fart…. You don’t look like one though.”
Old fart? At the sudden words, Seonwoo’s eyes widened and his body stiffened completely. His pupils shook this way and that, wondering what on earth had just happened.
Yoonjo lowered his head toward Seonwoo’s crumpled clothes and buried himself completely in his chest. He hugged his waist and rubbed his face for a while before exhaling with a *kkulkul* sound again.
Through the thin shirt, Yoonjo’s hot breath touched him. Seonwoo’s frozen body also slowly relaxed. He was so dumbfounded he couldn’t even laugh. Wondering what he’d just been subjected to by this greenhorn, he lightly pushed Yoonjo’s shoulder to pull him away.
At the gentle touch, as if force had been applied or not, Yoonjo’s head jerked up. His pupils were still unfocused.
“Wow… really pretty.”
“You said I was ugly earlier.”
Even at the words added like a rebuke, Yoonjo paid no mind and muttered that he was pretty several times before grabbing both of Seonwoo’s cheeks with his hands. Before he could even think “oh no,” Yoonjo’s lips, which retained a sweet blueberry scent, touched Seonwoo.
As if that wasn’t enough, Yoonjo tilted his head slightly back and began making *chu chu* sounds. Seeing Seonwoo remain still even when their lips touched, as if he’d gained courage, Yoonjo’s lips began to linger a little longer.
*Choook, chu.* Later, he even kept his lips pressed together and stayed still. At the soft, squishy sensation, Yoonjo smiled with their lips still touching. Yoonjo pulled away slightly and said with a grin.
“We kissed…”
It was quite amusing to package a light peck that 10-year-old children might do as a kiss. Seonwoo let out an empty laugh and said in a low, sunken voice.
“Ji Yoonjo, I told you you’d regret it.”
“Ah, I don’t… *mmph*…!”
Seonwoo reached out and grabbed Yoonjo’s chin firmly. Ah…! As his mouth opened, something wet suddenly pushed in between his lips. Seonwoo’s tongue, carrying heat along the moistened lips, began to roughly ravage the tender mucous membrane this way and that.
As the tip of his tongue swept across the roof of his mouth, Yoonjo unconsciously gripped his clothes tightly. A groan-like sound traveled up his throat to Seonwoo. At Yoonjo’s flinching actions, the snake-like tongue slowly swept deeper places. Goosebumps rose all over.
“Mmng….”
He thought it was completely extinguished ash, but it seemed there had been embers remaining inside. The fire blazed up at a single piece of straw thrown carelessly. As if receiving the water of life, Seonwoo, who swallowed Yoonjo’s saliva with a gulp, lowered the hand that had been holding his cheek. His fingertips, which had been gently caressing his ear, slid smoothly into his hair.
Unlike when he would habitually stroke his hair, this was a touch with a clear goal. Each time his firm fingertips grazed his scalp, Yoonjo gripped the clothes he was holding even harder. Only after their tongues had been entangled for a long time did Seonwoo slowly pull his lips away. When Seonwoo separated, Yoonjo could finally exhale the breath he’d barely been holding.
Unlike his own refreshingly innocent kiss, this was an adult’s kiss with a clear purpose.
As Yoonjo exhaled roughly, Seonwoo pressed down firmly on Yoonjo’s glistening lips with his fingertips. The red flesh rose plumply on both sides of his finger.
“I told you you’d regret it.”
Yoonjo’s chest, still blinking with unfocused eyes, rose and fell rapidly. Yoonjo, who had been exhaling with gasping sounds, tried to rub his lips with the back of his hand but then pushed his lips out firmly. Along with a soft sensation, this time a slightly wetter sound was heard.
Yoonjo put strength into the hands gripping Seonwoo’s waist and asked quietly.
“Hyung, how do I breathe?”
“Breathe through your nose. Ah, babies can’t do that well, can they.”
Baby… I need to stop hearing that baby talk…. *Huu*, the breath holding heat was unbearably hot.
“Because I’m a child who’s slow to learn.”
I think I need to do it one more time to understand. As the saliva-wet lips briefly collided, an embarrassingly squelchy *chup* sound was made. As Seonwoo’s tongue suddenly entered between his parted lips again, Yoonjo unconsciously entwined his own tongue with it. His first kiss was a sensation beyond what he’d imagined.
Some people said bells ring in their head, some said their brain goes completely white and blank. His first adult kiss with Seonwoo was wet and slimy, sent shivers through him, and was ticklish all at once.
“Mm….”
Yoonjo, who had forgotten the instruction to breathe through his nose and was trying to pull his lips away, flailed and grabbed Seonwoo’s arm as lips urgently pressed against him again. His whole body shivered and he couldn’t stand it.
Seonwoo, who gently pushed the quietly kiss-receiving Yoonjo with closed eyes backward, pulled his lips away for a moment. Whether from the alcohol or lack of breath, Yoonjo’s face was exceptionally red.
“Ah….”
As his lips parted to say something, not missing that gap, Seonwoo penetrated. His mouth was roughly ravaged. Saliva that hadn’t been swallowed yet flowed down along the edge of Yoonjo’s lips. Each time Yoonjo pushed his shoulder away asking to be allowed to breathe, Seonwoo, as if doing him a favor, changed angles and freely entangled inside.
Before he knew it, Seonwoo’s hand had burrowed under the thin shirt and was slowly groping his flat stomach. At the stimulation applied from above and below, moans kept flowing from Yoonjo’s throat.
*Mmng*…. Yoonjo, as if following Seonwoo’s lead, reached out and fiddled with the back of his head with his fingertips. Each time the soft hair grazed between his fingers, the sensation touching his stomach tickled even more. When Yoonjo finally twisted his waist a little, Seonwoo’s lips fell away.
As if even that was regrettable, Yoonjo pushed his lips out firmly again. Seonwoo lightly kissed Yoonjo’s lips and then pulled up his t-shirt. The reddening skin was like a well-ripened peach.
The firm abs repeatedly expanded and contracted with each breath. Perhaps because they weren’t muscles made deliberately, they were quite different from what Seonwoo had seen plenty of. Pretty, and that made them even more tempting to touch.
As Seonwoo, who had been touching Yoonjo’s stomach as if drawing pictures with his fingertips, looked up to his chest. Before he knew it, Yoonjo was covering his left chest with his hand.
He subtly covered there last time too…. Seonwoo’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Yoonjo-ya.”
“Yees….”
Seonwoo, who had grabbed the inside of his thigh and pushed between Yoonjo’s legs, lowered his head. As their lips met, Yoonjo unconsciously pulled Seonwoo’s shoulders into an embrace with both arms. At that moment, as if he’d been waiting, Seonwoo’s hand touched his left chest.
Yoonjo, who urgently pulled his lips away, twisted his waist convulsively. Momentarily, the heat touching between his legs became vivid. Yoonjo, whose face turned red on its own, covered his eyes with his hand.
“Ah shit….”
“Yoonjo really is a baby.”
Seonwoo’s thumb tip was pressing down on Yoonjo’s left chest as if crushing it. He, who had been about to casually remove his hand, tilted his head slightly at Yoonjo’s urgent action of grabbing his wrist. The area around Yoonjo’s eyes was dyed red and his clear pupils were shiny, as if tears were welling up.
“Don’t look.”
It was a face that incited sadistic desires.
“Hyuuung….”
Yoonjo, who spoke in a voice so thin it seemed about to break, carefully wrapped Seonwoo’s hand that was placed on his chest. It became a posture as if urging him to touch, but Yoonjo had no time to care about such things.
“This… don’t look at it…. Just, can’t we do something else?”
Whether from tension or for some other reason, Yoonjo’s voice trembled. Because his back was to the light, Seonwoo’s face wasn’t clearly visible, making it hard to guess his expression. Yoonjo kept moving his lips and then subtly pulled down his clothes to cover his chest, then grabbed Seonwoo’s arm as if hugging it.
“Something else, let’s do it. Okay?”
Yoonjo, who had been reading the situation in case Seonwoo might be offended by his words, licked his lips with his tongue. His already glistening lips sparkled like ripe fruit with saliva on them. As Yoonjo briefly exhaled hot breath, the smell of alcohol wafted thickly.
Compared to his clear articulation, as if the alcohol was hitting, Yoonjo blinked his eyes slowly. Though he hadn’t drunk much, his alcohol tolerance seemed to be below average. Seonwoo, who had been watching Yoonjo with his cheeks flushed bright red, said quietly with a troubled face.
“Yoonjo-ya. Sober up.”
“……”
Yoonjo, who hadn’t responded, lifted his eyelids with effort and pushed his lips out firmly. What he was requesting seemed clear. It was a wordless action asking him to do the kiss they’d just done again.
He looked just like a cute goldfish doll, so Seonwoo unconsciously let out a laugh. Then Yoonjo reached out, grabbed Seonwoo’s waist, and pulled him close.
