It was an act that stopped at a light kiss. And it was an act that ended extremely briefly. Thanks to Yeonjun, who had been dazed for a moment, quickly coming to his senses and fumbling backward.
“Hyung, doing this so suddenly…”
Eunha indifferently tilted his head again. As if he couldn’t hear at all. After pressing his lips firmly once more like that, he had to pull away again quickly, ending with a close encounter with eyes deeply steeped in embarrassment. This time too, the act was broken off by Yeonjun retreating backward.
And Eunha again, again tilted his head. With an expressionless face that showed no movement, as if he’d expected it. He poured himself toward Yeonjun as much as Yeonjun escaped. All the while, thinking how very like him it was to not think of pushing this side away but only to separate himself.
A strange emotion was newly conveyed through the temperament of a man who couldn’t even grab his shoulders and forcefully push him away. How to put it. A feeling like he’d become some kind of villain tormenting a very gentle and docile lamb held in the palm of his hand…
More precisely, a feeling of being swept up in an unknown wave while watching that angelic lamb who, despite being tormented that much, had no intention of escaping from his grasp at all.
Separately, his desire to break Yeonjun’s resolution that wasn’t quite a resolution remained the same. If he was the reason Yeonjun was enduring and suppressing it, there was truly no need for that at all.
How many times did they repeat that act of pushing in and retreating? Yeonjun, who had been leaning back helplessly, finally collapsed onto the sofa with his head down as if in despair. Eunha, who had naturally been in a straddling position at some point, gleamed with a truly wicked villain’s eyes. Overlapping their bodies as if lying down, he lifted the tip of his chin and barely pressed his lips to the corner of his mouth. As he nibbled insistently as if urging surrender, a ticklish laugh could be heard. With the air of someone who had lost the will to resist further.
Eunha adjusted his position to make kissing more comfortable. What he saw when he sat up slightly was eyes weakly relaxed with laughter. The moment their gazes met, a complaint close to teasing was lightly offered.
“Hyung. Really… Why are you doing this to me?”
“What am I doing?”
Even to his own ears, it was a shameless retort. Of course, Eunha possessed a fairly solid thick skin, so he declared without any change in expression.
“You said you could endure it. Keep enduring.”
He’d felt the swollen volume from the lower body he was sitting on for a while now. That’s why it was a deliberately nonchalant remark. Soon, Eunha, who had lowered his head slightly, began to leave slow bird kisses. With their gazes still locked, slowly. Once, twice, three times.
In a phenomenon where time seemed to pass unusually slowly, as the brief kisses continued, the pupils they faced became complicatedly clouded. As if wavering, or as if resigned.
Arms wrapped around his waist around the sixth time their lips met. Yeonjun, who had been only passively receiving, was responding for the first time. Eunha gazed down quietly, and Yeonjun, with a sigh that was barely audible, lightly bit the lips of Eunha pressed against his.
Somehow feeling happily excited, Eunha lowered his eyes. While feeling the arm with appropriate strength tightly embrace his waist and pull him close.
The man kissed excessively gently. It terribly didn’t suit his appearance, and it fit his soft personality extremely well. His peripheral nerves stood on end at the sensation of the tongue slowly rubbing inside his mouth. It was ticklish to the point that goosebumps rose all over his body. The stimulating sensation and the sultry breath going back and forth quickly brought heat. It was around the time his stomach grew hot from the fully erect volume pressing firmly below.
Haa, with a sigh-like breath, their lips separated for a moment. Immediately, a forehead and bridge of a nose were randomly rubbed against one cheek.
“Hyung…”
A voice that naturally brought a pitiful feeling rushed in. A call where it was clearly felt that patience had reached its limit. If a whimpering puppy turned into a human, it would probably look like this.
What was funny was that all he was doing while doing that was putting all his strength into the encircling arms. That pressure as if trying to control himself.
Long sighs poured out near his ear. A sigh. Another sigh. And then.
“…Can I do it?”
It was a slightly cracked voice. At the whisper-like question, Eunha let out a slight laugh. Then he made an expression that seemed deflated and apathetic. He’d been kindly answering all this time, so what was there to ask again? He had no desire to verbally exchange questions and answers one by one about how to have sex.
“Don’t ask, just do it.”
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah. Originally, you just do that kind of thing as you please.”
“…As I please.”
“Yeah. However you want to.”
If you want to do it, you just do it—there was no need to particularly ask about his intentions. That kind of thing wasn’t especially important. Of course, there was no need to endure either. However it was done, it really didn’t matter. Because they were in a relationship where that was okay.
Strictly speaking, it didn’t matter even if they weren’t in a dating relationship.
However, Yeonjun hesitated for a moment, then opened a slight gap and met his eyes. Eunha, who readily met his gaze, could confirm a slightly sunken expression. A face that seemed to have something to say.
At that clearly readable air, Eunha also had to flinch momentarily. Wondering if he’d unintentionally been too much like he was teaching.
Being able to teach meant, in other words, it was directly connected to knowing that much.
It was truly self-evident that throwing a distance that might hint at relationships with others to one’s lover would cause displeasure. It was learned through experience. Of course, Eunha was the one who suffered inwardly imagining and speculating about his lover’s relationships with others.
Though Yeonjun wouldn’t be unaware of his past, just knowing about it and that subject directly surfacing were completely different matters. It was the moment Eunha opened his mouth to remedy the situation. Yeonjun spoke faster than that.
“That seems a bit wrong.”
“Huh?”
“Where is there such a thing as only doing as I please?”
At the out-of-the-blue point, his lips moved silently for a moment, having lost the thread. Yeonjun had a face that found it slightly difficult to understand. With that, it was the moment Eunha too would find it difficult to understand.
“This kind of thing… isn’t it done so we both feel good?”
It was a voice with obvious signs of embarrassment. Even so, Yeonjun, who had said everything he wanted to say, sent a steady gaze with eyes faintly reddened with heat. In short, it meant that sex is something two people do to feel good together, so how could only one person do as they please?
Well, that. I’d probably feel pretty good however it’s done…
But he couldn’t answer like that. Eunha seriously worried about how to respond, then chose not to answer because it seemed like any way he answered would only amount to admitting he was a slut.
At that silence, Yeonjun sent light reproach with his eyes, seemed to think for a moment, then grabbed Eunha’s wrist. Carefully pulling it over, he placed Eunha’s hand against his own cheek. It was the moment Eunha would have somewhat flustered eyes at the coquettishness as natural as breathing.
“Hyung, please teach me.”
“…What.”
“Because I’m not good at it.”
“…What. You?”
It was news he was hearing for the first time. Not good at it? Well. From direct experience, Eunha didn’t get that impression at all. In the first place, it was a size that made it hard to give an impression of being bad at it. Rather…
“Back then, you had such a hard time, hyung.”
“—Ah.”
So.
