“What about you.”
“…….”
“Have you done it before?”
“…….”
Munyeong couldn’t bring himself to answer honestly and looked away instead. When he turned his head without responding, the grip on him tightened.
“That was me.”
Haejeong smiled like someone who’d already won. He looked cunning, he looked ruthless — but his eyes were more alive and electric than they’d ever been.
“It felt good, didn’t it? You liked it because it was me. That’s why I’m saying I’ll do it again?”
He taunted him with a vicious smirk at the corner of his lips. For what was supposed to be simple mockery, there was something that looked almost desperate underneath it — and the veins stood out blue and sharp on the back of the hand that gripped his arm.
“……Are you……mocking me again?”
The memory of what he’d done at his apartment surfaced suddenly. Haejeong had closed the distance as if he were about to kiss him, toying with him like he was testing something, then had put him down for it — Munyeong asked quietly, the memory coming back.
At the look fixed on him — trembling like a cornered small animal — Haejeong let out a light laugh.
“If I’m not mocking you.”
“…….”
“Then should I make you close your eyes like a kid begging to be kissed again?”
“…….”
“And then what, you don’t like me?”
Munyeong’s cheeks gradually flushed at Haejeong bringing up the mortifying moment he’d been put through. It had been the kind of thing Haejeong could easily misread. It had happened because he’d been swept up in a strange mood — but if he hadn’t once had feelings for Haejeong, it was something he truly never would have done. People’s emotions really are so thin and shallow. They sway helplessly depending on the situation, depending on the moment.
“…Th, that was because you started it first— ngh.”
The moment Munyeong started to say it, flustered, the lips that had been hovering just short of contact pressed against his. They crashed into his mouth roughly, and a hand seized the back of his head to keep him from pulling away. The kiss was suffocating, crushing all the air out of him — Munyeong wanted to shove him off right then and there, but the fist he’d raised to strike Haejeong’s shoulder hesitated. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Who was he to hurt someone like Haejeong? He couldn’t bring himself to hit him — his trembling fist only managed to push weakly at Haejeong’s shoulder.
“Mmph……”
“Ha… fuck.”
He pried Munyeong’s lips open forcefully and pushed his tongue in deep, meshing them together roughly. As if the struggling and resistance only heightened his arousal, his breathing grew louder. He gripped the back of Munyeong’s head even harder to keep him from fighting back, and kept tilting the angle of his head — again and again — so his tongue could reach deeper, more hidden places. With every movement, the sensation of being ensnared by that slick, obscene flesh grew more and more intense, and a trembling heat crawled up Munyeong’s spine.
Munyeong was weak to this kind of stimulation. His hands shook. His vision went white, and his legs threatened to give out. Am I going to pass out like this? — the thought made him push Haejeong away with the smallest, most tentative gesture he could manage.
“Ha…. Stay still for a second.”
Haejeong’s eyes were glazed. The voice snapping at him was soaked through, thick with want. He was deeply lost in it. The same mouth that had been hurling abuse at him was now tearing into Munyeong’s lips like it had been waiting for it all along, panting raggedly like something feral.
“It’s so… Ha…. It’s so damn good.”
He licked and swallowed the saliva that had spilled onto his lips, muttering like a man who had lost his mind entirely. That voice — drenched and intoxicated with it — made Munyeong’s own consciousness begin to blur. Without realizing it, the hand that had been balled into a fist was now gripping Haejeong’s shoulder. This can’t keep going — and yet, with Haejeong’s lips still pressed against his and not letting go, Munyeong forced the words out with great difficulty.
“…Ha, I… I really… don’t like you anymore. Ngh.”
He tried to say so stop — but Haejeong gave him no opening. He kept swallowing his lips and pushing his tongue back in, and when Munyeong twisted his head to escape, Haejeong followed and pecked at his lips again, then pressed his body even harder against the wall, pinning him completely.
“Ha…. Don’t worry.”
Haejeong panted roughly, his broad chest heaving with each ragged breath. That face — always cold and spiteful — was burning with raw desire now. Maddeningly, disarmingly beautiful. Wet lips. Impatient eyes. Everything about him was primal and indecent. With that same face, he impatiently pecked at Munyeong’s lips and curled the corner of his mouth upward. Then he said something absurd.
“I don’t like you either.”
With a wild, untamed face, reason all but eroded by desire.
**
He had no clear sense of how things unfolded after that. The kiss had continued further, and the part where Haejeong had impatiently stripped off his clothes and laid him down on the bed — he couldn’t quite piece it together. When he came back to his senses, he was lying face-up on the bed, half undressed.
“Fuck…. There are so many damn buttons.”
Haejeong, straddling him from above, was getting frustrated trying to take off his own shirt — and then just tore it open altogether. The rapid patter of buttons scattering hit Munyeong’s ears strangely, like something from somewhere else.
“Why are you so tense?”
When Munyeong looked up at him with a frozen expression, Haejeong — now baring a body that looked like it had been sculpted — smiled with that familiar spitefulness. For a moment, light seemed to fall across that handsome face as if a spotlight had found it from somewhere. Munyeong’s gaze traveled down from his face. Even a passing glance was enough — a firm, solid chest, broad shoulders that made a powerful impression, all asserting themselves with undeniable presence. And the defined muscles running along his tensed forearms showed clearly through the skin, radiating an overwhelming masculinity. Munyeong looked away with a stiff expression. It was dangerously stimulating.
“Don’t be scared.”
“…….”
“It’s not even your first time.”
He tapped Munyeong’s chin lightly, smiling with an air of smug satisfaction.
Of course it wasn’t a first time, but… it had been well over ten years, so it felt like one. And on top of that, to someone like Munyeong who had lived carefully and honestly, a situation like this felt morally wrong.
“……I, I don’t think this is right.”
When the sound of a belt buckle being undone rang out, Munyeong spoke up in a hurry. A derisive sound came down at him in response.
“Say that after you wipe my spit off your mouth.”
Haejeong dragged his thumb across Munyeong’s lips — coated slick with saliva that belonged to neither of them alone — and mocked him for saying one thing while his body did another.
“I……”
Unlike Haejeong, this kind of thing was not something Munyeong was used to. Being led along by atmosphere, by the current of a moment — sleeping with someone that way felt to him like committing a crime.
“You’re old enough to know better.”
“…….”
“Why are you acting like a kid.”
He whispered low against him as he skillfully removed his own trousers. When both top and bottom were gone, leaving only his underwear, Munyeong covered his burning face with the back of his hand. Doing this completely sober was mortifying, so embarrassing.
“C, can we at least have the blanket……”
He asked shakily, wanting to cover himself a little — and a baffled laugh rang out next to his ear.
“…Don’t be ridiculous.”
“…….”
“You trying to completely kill the mood?”
Even as he said it, Munyeong could feel the very worked-up, very hard evidence of Haejeong’s arousal pressing against his groin. With only their underwear on, grinding slowly and warmly against each other, heat bloomed even more fiercely across Munyeong’s face. His whole body was burning and he buried his face even more desperately. At that moment, the arms covering his face were seized. Both arms were pinned above his head as Haejeong leaned his upper body down low, bringing their faces close. Those striking, perfectly arranged features were right there in front of him.
“Don’t cover it.”
“…….”
“I need to see your face when we do this.”
At those words, a memory suddenly surfaced — a conversation he’d overheard between Haejeong and his companions in the room. Something about Haejeong suggesting to a one-night partner that they do it with her face covered. That conversation and what he’d just said made absolutely no sense together.
Haejeong studied Munyeong’s face — still rigid with tension, still not fully open to any of this — examining every corner of it, and then swallowed his lips in an instant. The kiss that had made him nearly delirious continued again, and with practiced, fluid movements of his tongue, Haejeong began to unravel Munyeong’s senses all over again. Gasping and trembling like a fish out of water, every time Munyeong’s lips parted, Haejeong caught them and drew in the wet tongue, sucking and winding around it messily, knotting them together. And at the same time, a hand slowly crept up — and began to explore the bare skin of his body. Munyeong had no real muscle to speak of, just a flat, unassuming frame — and yet Haejeong moved his hands with urgent impatience, like someone who had been waiting and wanting to touch it all along.
