“Eat.”
It wasn’t a command to undress but to eat, and Bowon’s body flinched slightly. Fortunately, Seoheon didn’t seem to notice as he sat down on the bed without much reaction.
On the auxiliary table set up on the bed, all kinds of food were arranged, giving off delicious smells. Seoheon, who had gone to the house instead of Yoon Taean to bring side dishes, was showing kindness by even setting out chopsticks and spoons for him.
Bowon stared blankly at the sight before picking up his spoon at Seoheon’s gaze telling him to eat. However, the spoon didn’t head toward the appetizing rice or meat side dishes showing off their delicious appearance, but was just bitten between Bowon’s lips and chewed.
Seoheon, who glanced at such a Bowon, indifferently picked up a glass and poured himself a drink. Although half of the food in front of him was supposedly prepared by his mother, at Seoheon’s behavior of setting out luxurious food for him but only drinking a single beverage himself, Bowon finally put down his spoon.
“Hey, are you really going to be like this?”
“Like what?”
Seoheon, who brazenly widened his eyes, rested his elbow on the table and propped his chin as if asking why he wasn’t eating.
“Just get angry instead…”
When Bowon pouted his lips and spoke, Seoheon furrowed his brows as if asking how he could do that.
“How can I get angry at a patient? Want me to help if it’s hard? Should I pick up side dishes for you?”
Seoheon, who had taken Bowon’s chopsticks, hovered over the side dishes muttering about which one to choose. Finding the chopsticks moving here and there annoying, Bowon turned his body and abruptly got up from his seat.
Having been lying still for so long, as soon as he twisted his body, a very loud cracking sound came out. At the involuntary groan, when Bowon opened his mouth slightly, the startled Seoheon instead jumped up and carefully laid Bowon down. Then he furrowed his brows as if displeased.
“Why are you suddenly getting up when your leg hurts?”
“…To wash up. …Are you still mad?”
“…I’m over it now. I can’t even get angry because you might get more hurt while throwing a tantrum.”
Seoheon, who let out a small sigh, soon began clearing the table.
A few days ago, there had been a commotion when Kwak Junhee and Maeng Moa came to visit his department. The school was in an uproar because of Maeng Moa, who looked like a celebrity even with his face covered, and Kwak Junhee, whose face occasionally appeared in articles.
They had only wanted to quietly eat and leave, but was that an easy thing to do? Eventually, rumors spread throughout the school, and false rumors about Bowon went around saying he was a third-generation chaebol or an illegitimate child who had hidden his identity and entered as “an Education Department student close to Moon Seoheon.”
It wasn’t even his fault. Before Bowon could appease Seoheon, who was radiating coldness due to jealousy, he wasted an entire day because of Byeon Seungha and Jung Hyoin, whom he ran into in the building right next door.
As it turned out, Byeon Seungha, who had completely returned to Korea, had enrolled in his school, and Jung Hyoin had come looking for a student sponsored by the foundation who was here.
Getting swept up by those guys and having a meal and conversation after a long time, time flew by in a flash.
When he returned home, Seoheon was already furious to the max, and in the moment he tried to bathe together to appease him, he caused the nuisance of even spraining his ankle by slipping in the bathtub.
Since there was nothing to say, he had been behaving obediently for several days, but fortunately it seemed his anger had subsided somewhat now. Bowon felt inwardly relieved and looked at the neatly arranged side dishes again as Seoheon cleared away the meal he had deliberately set out excessively as if to give him a hard time.
“You must be hungry, so eat quickly. I won’t tease you anymore.”
Seoheon, who had deboned the meat with a fork, picked up a piece and pushed it into Bowon’s mouth. Then he quietly watched Bowon chew and swallow the tender meat that filled his mouth.
Bowon accepted a few more bites of food before quickly becoming full and pulled back from the offered hand. Although he was the one who had eaten, at the expression overflowing with leisure like a satiated beast, Bowon grabbed both of Seoheon’s cheeks and met his gaze.
He was relieved that his anger had subsided, but strangely an impulse arose to distort that overly confident face again. Perhaps it was because the desire had arisen to make him pay for making him burn until now.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“Nah. I don’t usually eat breakfast anyway.”
At the tone as if telling him not to worry, Bowon instead opened his eyes brightly and licked his lips before blurting out as if shouting.
“Then what about me?”
“……”
“Even if you’re not hungry, if it’s something I need, you can eat as much as you want.”
Although the sprained ankle was a big reason, after going over a week without even kissing due to the cold war, even Bowon, who didn’t particularly enjoy sex, was in a quite heated state. In fact, the feeling of wanting to make Seoheon embarrassed was stronger, but that was a secret.
Hoping he would be shaken even a little, when Bowon threw off the blanket and lay down, Seoheon sighed softly with an incredulous voice.
When Bowon glanced up, Seoheon crossed his arms and spoke seriously.
“You know we have to go see Grandfather tomorrow, right?”
“Of course. It’s his birthday. I even prepared a gift.”
When Bowon raised his eyebrows at the out-of-the-blue comment, Seoheon laughed lowly.
What? Was tomorrow not Grandfather’s birthday but my birthday? Saying he could eat him, Bowon looked innocently naive as if he didn’t know what the words he had just blurted out meant.
Seoheon, who retraced the words that were no different from a plump rabbit telling a hungry lion it could eat him, looked straight at Bowon even as he climbed onto the bed.
Wondering if he might be misunderstanding.
“If you’re joking, I’m really going to get angry this time?”
“…If you’re going to do it, hurry up. You’re aroused, aren’t you?”
When Bowon, who had lightly touched his swollen center, made him aware of his state, Seoheon twisted up his lips. He wanted to embarrass Seoheon, but instead he felt all embarrassed himself. Still, he made a satisfied sound at how effective it was as he accepted Seoheon, who soon covered his lips.
The problem was that it was too effective.
Seoheon pulled Bowon’s shoulder toward himself. As he slowly slid his face down to Bowon’s head, which tilted back of its own accord, his slender nape was fully exposed. When he bit there faintly, Bowon’s eyes smoothly closed.
Seoheon, who firmly grabbed the white legs stretched straight forward, stared piercingly at Bowon’s face with his eyes tightly closed. He was ready not to be lenient the moment he pushed him away saying it was a lie, wondering if it was a sign of mischief. But seeing him obediently accept the caresses, his reason snapped in a different sense. Seoheon, who took it as permission, moved more aggressively.
Lifting his face, Seoheon bit Bowon’s lower lip firmly and parted his lips to suck strongly. Then the dry lips that had lost all moisture became moistly wet.
As their lips soon parted and their mucous membranes touched, Bowon’s eyelashes trembled. Seoheon, who had been watching that appearance with clear eyes, soon also closed his eyes and began to concentrate on the kiss.
Slowly sucking his tongue then fiercely binding it, a faint moan flowed out between the tightly interlocked lips.
Feeling breathless, Bowon frowned. As if the sound he made became a detonator, Seoheon supported the back of his head and kissed more deeply.
When Bowon twisted his upper body as if the position was uncomfortable from the pushing force, Seoheon relaxed his body and stroked down his hair while caressing around his neck.
In the brief moment their lips parted and a gap formed, Bowon raised his arms and embraced Seoheon. At the force that felt desperate, Seoheon reached his hand to Bowon’s buttocks and lifted him up. Bowon, who left the bed and floated in the air in surprise, put strength into his arms wrapped around Seoheon’s nape. Since one hand was stably supporting his back, Bowon, who could move comfortably, carelessly caressed Seoheon’s back.
He inhaled and exhaled to calm his breathing that had become rapid from kissing their lips together like that. Soon to calm down for a moment, without even a chance to rest, at Seoheon pressing down firmly on his lips again, Bowon, whose survival instinct kicked in, hurriedly turned his head.
“Puha… wait…”
Along with the words that were swallowed again, Seoheon moved his feet step by step. The heated breath and entangled bodies had soon reached the bathroom entrance. In that state, Bowon’s clothes were removed one by one as they entered the bathroom.
Inside the bathtub full of white steam, Bowon, leaning his back against Seoheon’s chest, blinked languidly. At Seoheon’s touch skillfully washing his body until just moments ago, his whole body was already softly relaxed.
As if breaking the quiet silence, Seoheon’s hand swept down Bowon’s chest. Ripples splashed and water poured out of the bathtub. The more rough the hand’s movements became, the more frequent the splashing water sounds.
“Wait… just…”
Bowon, whose body trembled at the stimulation, pulled away from his back and escaped from Seoheon. At the same time, he twisted his body itself and sat facing Seoheon. Understanding his intention, Seoheon held and turned his arms to make it easier for Bowon to move.
Soon feeling the sensation of skin sticking together, Seoheon, who saw Bowon’s reddened eyes, licked them with his tongue before pulling his body close. Then their completely pressed bodies rubbed together lewdly. As even their members touched more, it became dizzying as if all kinds of sensations were reviving. Seoheon, who fiercely furrowed his brows, grabbed both members recklessly.
“Ngh!”
The motion of moving his hand to rub up and down and then scratching with his fingers was rough. Soon Bowon’s waist, which had been panting, convulsed slightly.
Instead of letting go of the hardened member, Seoheon grabbed Bowon’s waist while directing his opposite hand backward. The body, which had become drowsy in the hot water, accepted the invasion of thick fingers familiarly. The finger that entered while stirring the hole churned inside. It was maddening how hot the inner walls that clung together with the water that entered along with the finger were as it splashed.
When Seoheon, who licked his lips in impatience, added more fingers and pushed them inside, Bowon groaned loudly and pulled his waist back. Nevertheless, at Seoheon sighing lowly and digging more strongly inside, Bowon couldn’t come to his senses and had to lean back his upper body.
Watching that appearance intently, Seoheon’s fingers increased more. After groping inside several more times, the fingers slowly withdrew. Seoheon, who inhaled roughly, rather than putting his own inside right away, lifted Bowon’s thighs. This was because he was anxious that his body, which swayed pitifully every time he roughly touched inside, might collapse.
Seoheon lifted Bowon up and raised his body just like that. Splash, about half the water poured out as he carefully exited the bathtub. Although he wanted to dig into the hot interior right away, he couldn’t devour Bowon with his injured ankle as is, so he headed straight to the bed. There wasn’t even hesitation in those steps.
