His name?
Did he mean to use his name instead of the honorific “Young Master”? Sim Seowoo opened his mouth with a dazed feeling.
“…Cheon Yijae?”
This was the first time he’d directly called out those three characters of his name. It was a name he’d only heard through Do Seonhwa’s mouth, and though he felt like he’d encountered it quite a bit, pronouncing it aloud himself felt quite unfamiliar. He silently mouthed the name a few more times.
Cheon Yijae, Cheon Yijae, Cheon Yijae…
Perhaps because of the affricate consonant in the surname, it didn’t seem to ring very smoothly, so Sim Seowoo searched for a gentler pronunciation. If he were to call him familiarly according to his request, it would probably be…
“Yijae-ya.”
Whoosh, a strange feeling surged up.
Anxiety as if he’d somehow committed a great mistake rose like a tidal wave, and Sim Seowoo pressed his lips shut tight. His stomach suddenly churned uncontrollably. A strange guilt as if he’d done something he absolutely shouldn’t have welled up, and a sudden dizzying sense of dissonance came crashing in.
…No, was this déjà vu?
He was confused. Was it perhaps because he’d called the Young Master’s name too casually? Had the hierarchical order firmly ingrained itself in his body from spending the past few days at Heun? Yes, thinking it was only that, Sim Seowoo shook his head.
“As expected, casually calling the Young Master’s name is disrespectful—”
“…Call me once more.”
However, Cheon Yijae cut him off. He caught Seowoo trying to backtrack as if retreating and demanded that he call him by name again. His words sounded like both a command and a plea.
Sim Seowoo looked at Cheon Yijae with a flustered heart, then witnessed his eyes shaking mercilessly. A turbulence greater than his own confusion seemed to sweep over him, and though his eyes had been hazy before, now even his focus had disappeared entirely.
Facing eyes that had spread dimly like the sky on a rainy day, a moment when he’d seen a similar appearance suddenly came to mind. That is… just a bit ago, when Cheon Yijae had just woken up and was wandering through a dream in the shelter, it had been similar to this.
Could Cheon Yijae be recalling that person from his dreams right now?
Was he overlapping that existence onto himself?
“Yijae-ya…?”
“…More familiarly, call me again.”
Sim Seowoo thought the request was quite absurd, but Cheon Yijae’s voice resonated too deeply and he couldn’t possibly refuse. The greed disguised as impulse felt almost sorrowful.
“…Yijae-ya.”
“…Once more.”
Cheon Yijae clung to him like someone who had finally heard a call he’d desperately wanted to hear. His gaze was strangely captivated by him, who seemed to rejoice like someone finding an oasis after wandering a desert for so long, so Sim Seowoo repeatedly called his name as he demanded.
“Yijae-ya.”
“Again…”
Even knowing that Cheon Yijae was slowly approaching him, he didn’t avoid him. Was it perhaps because he felt the sight of his long eyelashes trembling—flutter—at this close distance was terribly pitiful?
So even while sensing the action that would follow from his approach, he simply called to him over and over again.
“Yijae—”
And finally accepted the lips that met his own.
It was a kiss that approached as if wanting to swallow the call he’d uttered.
Though he’d certainly been prepared, he was a little flustered when flesh actually touched, as Cheon Yijae’s lips tasted of fishy blood. Moreover, his ragged lips came across as proof of the effort to suppress the curse by biting them alone over and over, so he had no desire to avoid him.
Cheon Yijae moved very carefully, rubbing the overlapping lips before lightly biting his lower lip, then sneakily licking his upper lip with his tongue. Movements that seemed to find and savor each sensation one by one continued cautiously.
Sim Seowoo kept both eyes wide open and watched Cheon Yijae kiss him. With his eyes half-lowered, he was focused on the kiss, looking only at his own lips. His ash-colored eyes were completely relaxed as if intoxicated.
‘…Do I resemble “that person”?’
In fact, he’d suspected it from the time he’d been made to call his name over and over. Though the biggest reason he saw was that his mind was clouded by the yokai’s curse and he couldn’t distinguish, the cry Cheon Yijae had let out when the Guiyeok was collapsing suddenly came to mind.
‘Hyung!’
Perhaps that was also because he’d overlapped him with “him”? Could there be an experience where he’d failed to save him in the past? So that’s why he’d desperately embraced him while seized by such great fear…
However, it gradually became difficult for Sim Seowoo to escape into contemplation. Though it was his habit to let his consciousness drift when trapped in complicated situations, he was now in a situation where he could no longer do so.
“Mm…”
A tongue entered his mouth. Since he’d been calling Cheon Yijae’s name when their lips collided, a warm, wet mass of flesh slowly pushed into his half-open mouth and all his nerves focused there. He’d felt it from when Yijae licked his lips, but his tongue was truly hot like a ball of fire.
Such high body temperature seemed like proof he was still a patient, so he couldn’t bring himself to avoid it. However, it was also an unavoidable unfamiliar sensation, so as he only stiffened awkwardly, Cheon Yijae moved a little deeper.
As if happy just that he wasn’t being pushed away, he carefully traced the tender mucous membrane, licked the roof of his mouth, and finally found his tongue and entwined with it. From around the time the hot masses of flesh became entangled, or perhaps from the moment he swallowed the first breath, Cheon Yijae’s kiss gradually began to deepen.
Rubbing their tongues as if tangled together, then using the tip of his tongue like a snare to repeatedly suck up his tongue—Sim Seowoo absurdly felt like he wanted to suck out his breath.
Until now, Sim Seowoo had thought Cheon Yijae had a very sharp and sensitive impression. He’d also thought that perhaps because he had to subjugate the evil spirit harbored in his body, an overbearing attitude had become ingrained like a habit.
However, looking at his actions now, it didn’t seem to be quite like that.
“Haah…”
Cheon Yijae, immersed in the kiss, felt rather submissive. Even while entangling their tongues wildly, when he occasionally regulated his breathing and was about to press lips again, he acted like someone desperately clinging.
His once fierce eyes relaxed languidly and the atmosphere that had been coolly sensitive became infinitely docile. It felt like he was pleading to please not push him away, saying he would lower himself like this, that he would willingly offer his leash.
‘Ah, it’s a dream…’
‘Why has it been so long…’
Perhaps this was an impression that had changed since facing Cheon Yijae wandering through a dream just a bit ago. Don’t they say that when one’s thoughts about a person change in their head, that impression also looks different? Maybe the shock of that reversal had been greater than he’d expected.
“Hng, wait, don’t bite, ngh—”
However, how long had it been since he’d appreciated Cheon Yijae as submissive when he began to bare his teeth? As the act of repeatedly sucking his tongue gradually became overwhelming and he unconsciously closed his mouth, Yijae bit down hard on his lips.
He pushed the mass of flesh in more firmly through the mouth that had opened in pain and stirred it around. As if becoming more excited the more they kissed, his breath also became hotter, and overtly wet sounds rang out from their locked mouths.
Cheon Yijae repeatedly bit his lips, sucked his tongue, and swallowed his breath while acting desperately. Even when he turned his head to regulate his breathing, lips were immediately pressed again, and a growling rumble was even transmitted into his mouth as if resenting the brief separation.
It seemed to have started carefully at first, but now the kiss had become incomparably rougher than then. To the point where he thought that if there hadn’t been the rope binding Cheon Yijae’s wrists, he would have already been thoroughly explored.
‘He’s younger than me, so why is he so good at kissing…’
Sim Seowoo barely tried to have idle thoughts, then groaned ngh at the tongue that came in deeply as if stirring his insides again. That sound rang out between his lips like a moan, gradually becoming embarrassing.
Cheon Yijae made him focus on the kiss like someone who knew he was trying to think of other things. Could this also be because of his quick wit?
Gradually finding it hard to keep up with the kiss, saliva finally dripped down the side of his lips, and Cheon Yijae licked it up with his tongue and swallowed. At the act as if it were natural, Sim Seowoo gasped, and was also flustered by how extremely lewd the sensation of the hot tongue tracing flesh felt. Perhaps because he was quite startled, heat rushed through his body.
The heat that had been slowly rising since a bit ago didn’t miss the moment of ignition. In an instant, goosebumps climbed all the way from his lower back to the nape of his neck, and the nape became hot. Unable to bear the ticklish sensation at his fingertips, they curled slightly.
Mm. Now, is it getting a little dangerous…
