Only then could Saehyeon properly perceive the position he and his partner were creating.
‘Wait, what kind of position is this?’
Everything had happened right after he’d dozed off on the sofa and woken up. Because of that, Gil Taeseo was standing in front of Saehyeon lying on the sofa with his body bent over. It was a natural sequence for the man whose collar was grabbed to collapse and pour down over him.
In the end, it created a scene where Gil Taeseo was half-mounted on top of Saehyeon’s body. The knee and hand placed to maintain balance naturally transformed into bars that trapped Saehyeon between them.
The problem seemed to be that while dazed from sleep and with his head spinning once from indignation, he’d first grabbed the collar out of habit as he always did.
The fact that his eyes were also blurry so he couldn’t tell front from back and was severely slow to grasp the situation even after doing it was also a fatal flaw.
“Why… why are you pressing your body against me? Are you crazy?”
The thick chest drew much closer. As the distance narrowed, a strange heat seemed to be felt even through the fabric and beyond. It might be an illusion, but it was definitely an unfamiliar heat.
Due to being flustered, strength naturally drained from the hand gripping the hem of his clothes. The hand that moved to the side lightly pushed away the shoulder that kept approaching backward. He didn’t forget to turn his face to the side to secure as much distance as possible.
Following the movement, his pale nape stretched out longer. Gil Taeseo’s gaze stuck to it like glue.
It would be behavior trying to avoid him in disgust. When his twisted feelings mixed with a sticky heart, the interpretation jumped whichever way it wanted. That rejection, to Gil Taeseo, rather worked in the direction of arousing sexual sensation.
“Why. If you’ve finished spouting off, now we should do what needs to be done.”
“Wh-what needs to be done?”
This atmosphere, temperature, humidity. And considering the position and the two people’s situation, what that damn ‘what needs to be done’ was was obvious.
However, it was a flow too rough and one-sided for Saehyeon to follow. He couldn’t get used to anything, and nothing was clear. Moreover, the indignation he’d been holding in his heart hadn’t been resolved even one-tenth yet.
So, there was no way he could be mentally prepared to do sexual things. Actually, looking back, it seemed like he’d never been prepared for that from the beginning.
Because it was always a choice he made as if swept along, driven into a situation where he ‘had to do it.’
This time too, the situation roughly bit into Saehyeon regardless of his will. Precisely, Gil Taeseo had bitten down on Saehyeon’s nape.
“Ah…! Hey, wait. I said wait…!”
Like a beast trying to cut off the breath of hunted prey, solid teeth dug into his pale nape. When the soft flesh was scraped past by sharp canines, goosebumps rose all over his body.
As he flailed his legs at the tingling pain, something warm followed and touched him. Something damp and hot was licking away at the spot that had started to swell red. It was a shape like a beast tending to a wound, but there was no way this bastard acting like this would give illness and medicine. At best, it was clear he’d be checking the prey’s liver first.
Gil Taeseo, who had easily subdued him with his hands and legs, didn’t let his remaining hand rest. His large hand groped the upper body haphazardly. But taking off the clothes wasn’t as easy as expected.
The short-sleeved tee with a stretched neck or hoodie he’d worn on the day he was dragged out soaked in a hangover had disappeared while he was unconscious. From then on, Saehyeon had consistently picked up and worn pajamas that looked similar to what he’d woken up wearing. Without the provided pajamas, he’d have to walk around naked, so he had no choice but to tremble and wear them. He didn’t know that would unexpectedly be helpful.
It was the moment Saehyeon tried to stop him, taking the brief time spent fumbling in front of the small buttons sewn densely on the clothes as an opportunity.
“Tsk.”
The hand that had been surprisingly steadily unbuttoning them button by button suddenly turned into a lawless rioter. Crack, the threads were torn as he pulled and buttons flew out here and there.
Saehyeon’s dismayed gaze followed the trajectory of the buttons falling below the sofa and rolling away making small clicking noises.
“…Crazy.”
But more urgent than that was the situation of the front panel. Saehyeon, whose chest suddenly became completely exposed, threw off the thick wrist he’d been holding as if casting it away. It was to cover his chest.
A chilly cold entered his chest, robbed of even the spare blanket and single layer of clothing. He couldn’t tell if the goosebumps rising with a shiver were due to the body heat quickly stolen or because of something else.
Saehyeon covered himself as desperately as he could, but still, to Gil Taeseo’s eyes, most things were clearly visible through the gaps between his crossed arms and hands.
It was because he’d covered himself clumsily without experience. He knew he was disgusted too. And that this side was forcing it too. But he couldn’t help what was being aroused as if instigated. The pale pink contrasting with his pale skin flickered as it appeared and was hidden repeatedly. Completely, wasn’t it like waving meat in front of a starving son of a bitch?
Large hands grabbed his forearms and wrists and pulled up and down, or left and right. It didn’t matter where, it was enough just to make a slight gap he could dig into.
“Hngh…!”
Gil Taeseo, who lowered his head as if pouncing, swallowed the trembling nipple. His tongue slid along the wide, soft areola. The tightened mouth simultaneously sucked up the nipple strongly as if adhering to it. He could clearly feel the hot, moist inside of the mouth clinging closely to the delicate and sensitive area.
“Hey, you crazy, hey…!”
It was as if he’d been bewitched by the flat chest with nothing to see or grab. The man didn’t back down even though Saehyeon mercilessly grabbed his forehead and hair and pushed him away.
Rather, he sucked up more strongly, and even started touching other parts with his remaining hand. Every time his hand swept down things like the opposite nipple left alone and lonely, the long extended nape, or the protruding ribs in bumps, his waist jumped.
It should feel unfamiliar and unpleasant. At the touch moving as if thoroughly knowing this body, Saehyeon helplessly crumbled.
“Mmng, ngh!”
This alone was shocking, but what made Saehyeon restless was something else. It was the echo.
The bedroom was at least relatively narrow, but the living room was incomparably vast. Moreover, since there were only a few items—a dining table, a few chairs, and one sofa—the sound echoed too nakedly.
It was perhaps natural that Saehyeon’s eyes fixed on the bedroom door where the child was sleeping.
Meanwhile, Gil Taeseo’s eyes narrowed as he groped the chest where the ribs could be felt like a xylophone. He already knew he was skinny as a rail, but touching him directly made the degree of it come across more severely.
A clearly displeased expression rose on the man’s face after he pulled his mouth away and even confirmed with his eyes from afar.
“Where are you distracted to?”
“The, the sound… the sound, you crazy bastard! What are you going to do if the kid wakes up, pulling this shit…!”
He really felt like his insides were flipping over. Locking a person up, not listening, and now even though there’s a kid, not caring and pouncing… s-sucking on his chest. What the hell was there to see on a chest that was just flat without even a hint of a curve?
But compared to Saehyeon who was horrified, the answer that came back was only carefree.
“Ah.”
“Ah? Ahhh?”
Gil Taeseo lightly deflected the sound Saehyeon made in frustration. It was natural that the face burning bright red was more appetizing than the sound trying to brake. It was a face that looked like it could explode like a firecracker if you just flicked it once.
With Saehyeon pinned underneath, flustered and tense, twisting his body. Gil Taeseo smiled crookedly.
“Well…”
There was a reason in its own way for why he refused penthouses located in the city center and consistently stepped only on this threshold. This house was located in a place difficult to approach unless you deliberately found it and drove in.
The advantage you could get from that was clear. The point that it was easy to distinguish rat bastards snooping around the vicinity. And that most days without processing such small fry were very quiet.
Gil Taeseo didn’t just dislike noise—he loathed it to the point of abhorrence. He’d been sensitive since childhood, but the degree had increased as time passed. Perhaps it was inevitable that he got sick of repeatedly hearing shouts, screams, and curses at the maximum volume humans could produce.
If it was a house this man bought, especially the bedroom. Naturally, effort would go into it. The thick walls processed like a soundproof booth under Shin Seokwon’s lead had their significance in thoroughly separating the inside of the room from the outside.
Though Gil Taeseo himself only sprawled on the living room sofa. It was because he felt neither the motivation nor the need to go all the way there. The humans who followed to the point of coming around this house held their breath on their own so they could be treated as nonexistent. And it wasn’t like he could sleep deeply anyway.
If he could stretch out his body moderately and rest in quietness, that was enough.
“Try to endure it well on your own.”
Naturally, Lee Saehyeon didn’t know any of these circumstances at all. The sight of him restlessly embarrassed with futile worry was quite worth seeing and had aspects that aroused his mood.
Gil Taeseo swallowed this fact nonchalantly. The predator’s brazen touch this time dug in, lifting his pants.
