“Hey, even if you suck on it, nothing’s gonna come out. You’ve got the wrong number.”
Dawoon lifted up the cat that was sucking on the wrong place like a pacifier. The creature squirmed for a moment, then soon drooped down like a wet handkerchief.
He thought Suho’s energy had fully returned, but apparently not. He’d let him be because it was cute how he chattered away excitedly by himself, but the cat had quickly tired out, even sticking his tongue out. He must have gotten briefly excited from being in the water.
“Should we get out if you’re tired?”
Meow…!
‘No, I want to do more…!’
Suho, who had been leaning against Dawoon’s flat chest, squirmed slightly as if to stop Dawoon from trying to get up from the bathtub. As if his feelings got through, Dawoon hesitated and sat back down in the tub.
“Then let’s stay just a bit longer before getting out.”
After checking Suho’s complexion, he settled back into a comfortable position. Suho also wriggled around, searching for the prime spot where he could see Dawoon’s pretty face best.
“Tsk. There you go again. Again.”
Suho naturally moved down below Dawoon’s chest and licked at the protruding flesh with his tongue, but was soon stopped.
“I’ll give you lots of food when we get out, so just hang in there a little.”
Dawoon felt a bit sorry for the cat constantly touching and nibbling at his chest, as if searching for its mother’s milk.
Contrary to his thoughts, Suho—full of impure intentions—smacked his lips with a tsk. He felt regretful, having become addicted to touching his chest while admiring that pretty face.
But soon he changed his mind.
‘Sure, I can enjoy the soft, lewd sensation, but for him it must just be ticklish.’
Suho suppressed his rising urges, conscious of his own rough cat tongue. He had no intention of making him uncomfortable just for his own pleasure.
He had to cherish and treasure his mate.
Meow, meoow.
‘Sorry. You’re just so pretty that I went a bit overboard. Rest comfortably now.’
Suho climbed up onto Dawoon’s shoulder instead of his chest and flopped down, pressing his damp cheeks against the white nape. As he admired Dawoon’s transparent skin that was as white as his own, his eyes smoothly closed before he knew it.
Dawoon glanced down at him and patted the cat’s body, thinking he must be completely exhausted.
“Let’s stay just a bit longer before getting out. Just 5 minutes.”
‘Stay as long as you want. I’m fine with anything.’
Suho conveyed his feelings to Dawoon through purring. It was true he was tired, but he still liked being in this cramped space with bare skin pressed against him.
‘But why isn’t he taking those off?’
Suho’s white pupils turned toward the leather gloves that Dawoon wore like a second skin. Except when washing his hair, he never took off those black cloth scraps.
‘How strange. Isn’t it uncomfortable?’
For Suho, who found even a thin t-shirt stifling, it was completely incomprehensible. Not knowing the reason for wearing gloves, he simply thought Dawoon’s preferences were peculiar.
‘Must be something he cherishes.’
Observing the leather gloves soaked as wet as his own fur, he leisurely swayed his tail submerged in the water.
‘Then I should treasure it too.’
Suho’s simple thoughts had now all begun to flow with Dawoon at the center. Even unfamiliar objects of unknown identity became special to Suho if they belonged to Dawoon.
That’s how much Suho liked Dawoon. No, it was more than just liking him.
‘I hope my body recovers soon.’
Muttering to himself words that wouldn’t reach Dawoon, he looked up at him. Dawoon had closed his eyes at some point and was only breathing evenly.
Watching him, Suho moved his tail to raise the temperature of the cooling water slightly. Changing the temperature of objects was an ability as easy as telekinesis.
…Haah.
But the situation was different now.
Suho buried his face in the water to hold back the groan escaping him. Just from using a bit of power, bile surged up from inside his throat.
It was the aftermath of forcing his humanization. Even though he’d only returned to his true form briefly, his unstable body had weakened like a withered flower.
He’d become so weak that he couldn’t even save Dawoon when he’d stumbled on the stairs.
‘Damn it. Even my common telekinesis is blocked.’
Recalling that day still made his insides boil. Bubbles formed at the corners of Suho’s mouth as he grumbled.
Nyak!
‘So annoying!’
Splash—Suho, who’d lightly splashed in the water, pulled his face out from being submerged. While he was thoroughly cooling his anger underwater, Dawoon had dozed off, overcome by drowsiness.
Suho’s ears perked up in response to the deeply resonating, even breathing sounds.
‘How prettily you sleep.’
The profile of Dawoon sleeping with his head tilted back was truly a magnificent sight. Though he’d lived for 100 years seeing all kinds of beautiful scenery and nature, he’d never encountered such a beautiful existence.
His transparent, smooth skin, round forehead, high nose bridge, and cute nostrils—there wasn’t a single part that wasn’t pretty. And what about those tender lips positioned like a painting below them?
‘Ah, I forgot the eyes. The eyes are the prettiest.’
Suho, who’d been admiring each of Dawoon’s features one by one, gently placed his front paw on the seductive eye corners.
‘And his heart is pretty too.’
He meowed faintly so Dawoon wouldn’t hear, then softly pressed his snout against those pink lips.
Actually, Dawoon’s personality seemed even prettier than his appearance. If it weren’t for Dawoon’s kind heart, he probably wouldn’t have fallen for him this much.
Beastmen had excellent judgment of people. Even if not chosen beastmen, they clearly distinguished between good beings and evil ones. Living for hundreds of years, they knew how to thoroughly understand others from just brief conversations.
And Suho’s ability was particularly well-developed.
‘Dawoon, Jeong Dawoon. Even his name is pretty.’
Suho looked forward to the day he could call his name directly. He wanted to place Dawoon’s name—which rolled off other guys’ tongues constantly—on his own tongue as soon as possible and roll it around all night.
“Mmm…”
Suho, who’d been imagining a proper first meeting with Dawoon, suddenly raised his head. Dawoon, who’d been sleeping soundly, furrowed his brow and shifted slightly. This caused the still bathwater to ripple.
He knew Dawoon had bad sleeping habits, but didn’t know he’d toss and turn even in the bathtub. Suho became alert, worried Dawoon might bump into the hard tub.
‘Is he having a nightmare again?’
He decided to wake him immediately if so, staring intently at Dawoon’s face. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to be crying, so it didn’t appear to be that.
Meoow.
‘Come here. I’ll hug you.’
Suho, made even smaller from being soaked in water, spread his legs wide, trying somehow to embrace Dawoon. But no matter how far he stretched his legs, he could barely manage to wrap around Dawoon’s neck. Even this would have failed if Dawoon’s neck weren’t slender.
Doing his best to embrace Dawoon’s neck, he patted the thin chest with his long tail.
Then Dawoon, lips twitching, leaned his face deeply against the cat in his sleep.
Meohng.
‘Ha, how cute.’
Suho, who’d been straining to support Dawoon leaning against him, soon let out a light sigh.
There were thin wrinkles embedded in deeply sleeping Dawoon’s brow. The moment he saw this, Suho’s elevated mood plummeted to the floor.
Even when not having nightmares, Dawoon couldn’t sleep peacefully at all. Even while sleeping, he frequently tossed and turned, frowning. It was also common for him to sigh while mumbling incomprehensible sleep talk.
‘What does this young guy have to worry about so much?’
Suho stretched out his front paws and pressed down on the creases in Dawoon’s furrowed brow. But the wrinkles, embedded as deeply as the anguish Dawoon held, didn’t smooth out easily.
Separate from the nightmares, he seemed to think too much. Even when alone, he frequently spaced out and often wore expressions heavy with worry.
‘When the body isn’t well, at least the mind should be healthy—this is serious.’ He was even more worried about Dawoon because he’d heard him retching in the bathroom alone several times.
Suho was curious about what worries Dawoon harbored. As soon as he found out, he’d solve them all. He wasn’t such a weak existence that he’d burden his beloved mate with worries.
Meow.
‘Sleep deeply without worry.’
Suho pressed a kiss to Dawoon’s soft lips and whispered a vow.
‘You have nothing to worry about anymore. Because I’m here.’
He promised that whatever the worries were, he would solve them all. These weren’t light words casually spoken to seduce him, but sincere.
There was nothing he couldn’t do. If Dawoon wanted, Suho could really pluck the moon from the sky for him. He didn’t care if the Earth got twisted in the process.
If only he would become his mate, he would make anything happen.
