“Who the hell are you to tell me to show my face or not, you bastard…”
“Of course I have to check. Then fuck, what kind of bastard are you trying to let touch your face?”
Something bumped into Saehyeon’s forehead as he turned his head here and there to avoid Gil Taeseo’s hand. He wondered if the man had pushed him with a finger or something. Saehyeon raised his hand and fumbled around trying to find what had just hit his forehead.
Then, as the thing that had bumped into him tried to pull back, he instinctively attempted to grab it tightly.
“…Even if you pull such tricks, I can’t just let it… ugh, Lee Saehyeon!”
‘What is this…?’
He could feel the thing caught between Gil Taeseo’s thigh and his own hand wriggling vividly. It quickly hardened and even gradually expanded in volume. Hot heat was dimly transmitted through the fabric.
Saehyeon began to carefully mull over what this was.
Gil Taeseo having mounted him with legs spread while he was lying face down, or having turned his head trying to hide his face somehow. Putting this and that together, this was Gil Taeseo’s…
“You… are you left-handed?”
He knew it didn’t fit the situation and atmosphere, but this was force majeure. Words that hadn’t gone through his brain filter popped out.
Gil Taeseo, who had been gritting his teeth and enduring, immediately growled.
“…Unless you want to take your pants off right now, why don’t you keep quiet?”
Saehyeon closed his mouth with a hup. He didn’t forget to lower his hand slightly, bow his head, and lie flat again.
To be honest, yes. He didn’t feel like talking about his pathetically stupid circumstances or mixing their bodies right now.
As he gauged the situation, this unlucky timing felt even more resentful. If only Gil Taeseo had come just 3 hours later at most, he could have roughly stuffed it inside and gotten on with what needed to be done.
‘Seeing how he came this quickly… he must have really wanted to do it.’
Saehyeon secretly clenched and unclenched his fist as if recalling the sensation remaining in his hand. His lips curled up on their own. He’d wondered why he’d gotten off work early out of the blue, but it seemed he’d just found the reason himself.
They were doing it continuously except for taking breaks every day or two, but even that wasn’t enough. Was this what they called an alpha’s desire?
“Then take them off.”
“What?”
“You said you want to take my pants off. Take them off. We have to do it anyway.”
Saehyeon threw out the words as calmly as possible. At first he was startled and flinched, but soon he thought it might actually be better that way.
Once the switch was flipped, Gil Taeseo would usually push frantically and make Saehyeon exhausted. If he got swept up like that this time too, it seemed he could quickly escape from these thoughts and feelings.
And most decisively. Wasn’t his current value just about that much anyway?
‘A weak, high school graduate unemployed omega with a child. Fuck.’
Even organizing it again, it was an absurd combination. He should be grateful that strange obsession was being directed at someone like himself. If not, he should be lying under the ground, not on a soft rug.
It was when Saehyeon resolutely closed his eyes, prepared to handle the man who would soon pounce.
“Are you serious about that right now?”
But what came back was only this question. It was strange. Usually he’d sweetly coax him, then pounce like an unbridled colt the moment permission fell. He couldn’t follow the thought process of why he was trying to dig into ‘sincerity’ with such patience this time.
“Is there sincerity or not in something like this? We just have to do it.”
“You were lying sprawled under the sofa crying your eyes out until just now, and now suddenly you want to have sex. Wouldn’t I be an idiot to accept that as a logical flow?”
“……”
Saehyeon just glared at the shadow cast on the floor, leaving Gil Taeseo behind his back as is. He wanted to say something but was completely blocked.
The man quietly looked down at the back that had lost its words like that. Because of the prone position, his shoulder blades protruded clearly through the thin t-shirt. The snow-white nape with disheveled black hair, and the defenseless appearance lying beneath him. It was definitely an arousing sight.
If he were his twenty-year-old self, he felt like he would have pretended not to know and pounced. No, he definitely would have. Because his self back then was, as he’d just said, an idiot.
No. Since there were countless times he’d hurt him while knowing but pretending not to. He’d be trash even worse than an idiot.
“Doing it isn’t fucking hard. There’s nothing shittier than telling me to endure when you’re dangling mouth-watering stuff in front of me.”
“Then why,”
“Because you’re talking bullshit right now.”
A large hand slowly approached over the plump buttocks. It stopped at a distance where it seemed it could grab at any moment, waiting as if for some reaction.
“I’ll ask just one more time. Are we doing it?”
“……”
Gil Taeseo could read the decided answer in that silence. People generally decide the answer in their hearts quickly. They just consume a lot of mental effort and time in acknowledging it themselves or putting it outside their mouths.
“Then let’s do it like this.”
Gil Taeseo bent his body completely toward Saehyeon and pressed close as is. As the cast shadow gradually deepened, changes also appeared in the thin back before his eyes. He could feel vividly how the shoulder blades twitched and the breathing became rapid. Each of his actions causing agitation was annoying yet pleasing.
What emotion are you feeling right now? Is it fear, or.
The man willingly swallowed the unqualified question. Because it wasn’t something someone who had repeatedly knocked away and broken the hand that kept trying to hand over the directional keys to him should say. All he could do was just gauge the line and pace around it.
Gil Taeseo pushed his thick forearm between the body stuck flat to the floor. Then he skillfully lifted it up in one go.
“You keep your mouth shut about your dick, and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with you.”
His vision became dizzy at the height that soared in an instant. The moment Saehyeon squeezed his eyes shut then opened them, he could finally see outside the window with his suddenly elevated view.
Endlessly lined skyscrapers were scattering brilliant light piercing through the night.
‘Earlier… I thought it was just dark.’
He’d been lying sprawled without even turning on the lights in a depressed mood. He’d even grumbled that the surroundings were also dim, only worsening his already depressed mood.
But when he raised his head and looked around, this scenery was right at hand. Even though it was far away beyond the window, that light pierced all the way inside, breaking and pouring down brilliantly.
“Wow…”
By the period he’d been coming and going to this house alone, it would already be several months. It was unbelievably pretty that he hadn’t noticed until today, or even until now. It felt like a loss in life to have discovered it so late when it was right next to him.
Saehyeon was entranced, falling into that cluster of light. It brushed past his dangling pale toes like stardust.
Though the problem was that he realized what was truly important too late.
“Can you see well?”
“Yeah…”
Saehyeon, who had answered unconsciously, pulled his head forward. With the desire to see more closely and comfortably, he even naturally rested his chin on the object in front of his eyes. The height was just right, making it more comfortable to view outside…
“No, wait. What the hell kind of position is this?!”
Soon realizing that what he’d rested his chin on was Gil Taeseo’s shoulder, Saehyeon jumped up with a start.
This wasn’t the first time being lifted up by Gil Taeseo. On the day they’d reunited, he’d been forced to perform the laundry-hung-on-a-utility-pole pose in the alley. But the current position, while much more comfortable than that, was much more… embarrassing.
Saehyeon was now being held in a position embracing Gil Taeseo face-to-face. The man’s arms were supporting his back and buttocks, holding him stably. So naturally, he’d been able to rest his chin on the firm shoulder.
How he could have changed from lying prone with the man piled on top to this position. It was skill that was nothing short of miraculous.
“Hey, put me down. Ah, I said put me down!”
A red flush quickly rose to Saehyeon’s pale face. He shuddered in embarrassment. Wasn’t this the appearance of a parent lifting up their own child who was too tired to walk anymore and didn’t want to? And that would be impossible with a fully grown child because they’d be heavy, probably only possible with a tiny child.
Seeing how he even adjusted his hold once when Saehyeon struggled, he’d clearly move like this to the bedroom or outside. His feet were perfectly fine and he even played soccer with the child now, so walking himself was naturally proper. His mental age was around twenty, and his physical age was a whopping 28—a pitch-black adult!
But Gil Taeseo also had parts he’d accommodate and parts he wouldn’t. Gil Taeseo skillfully moved his hands even while supporting the struggling body.
“What, you want to take your pants off while being held like this?”
“……”
In a situation where large hands gripped his buttocks as if to burst them. Saehyeon ultimately couldn’t say anything and was dragged out of the living room as is.
