HPK 89

Taejung tilted his head back, thrusting his tongue deeper. He sucked up the pooling saliva and rubbed the soft flesh inside the mouth with his tongue.

“Heuu, eut.”

After a moment of his eyes widening in surprise, Wooseung also focused on the kiss. Normally, he would have reflexively placed his hands on his shoulders and pushed him away, but there was not a hint of resistance. Not only did he obediently mix their tongues, but he also actively cupped Taejung’s jaw below his ear with his palm.

“Haah, fuck……”

Taejung furrowed his brow, immersing himself in the kiss. The hand that had been gripping the nape of his neck to prevent his escape had, at some point, traveled down his back and was now kneading his buttock.

Even so, Wooseung did not resist or push his shoulders away. Just like a deep kiss between lovers, they completely swallowed each other’s breath.

“Hah-eut, eung……”

By the time their mouths were drenched in saliva, their joined lips parted. Hot breaths swirled violently between them.

As the long string of saliva snapped, a soft, intimate sound echoed. Smack. Taejung’s hand, which had been kneading his buttock, stopped dead.

“……”

Smooch, smooch. A moist and soft sensation repeatedly landed on his face. Wooseung held Taejung’s jaw and ceaselessly pressed his lips to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, the end of his eyebrow.

“Ha……”

Taejung, despite his eyes being hazily unfocused, laughed out of sheer disbelief. Even when he pulled down the hand covering his jaw, the shower of kisses on his face continued.

“Hey, Yoon Wooseung.”

Smooch.

“I told you, haah, not to act like you’re selling your body.”

Smooch, smooch.

When he turned his head to the right, lips landed on his left cheek, and when he dodged to the left again, he was kissed on the outer corner of his right eye.

“……Fuck.”

Taejung spat out a curse that had been thoroughly chewed up, yet he could not push Wooseung away. The skin all over his body tingled, and the sensation of the area under his eyes subtly flushing was extremely unpleasant. Nevertheless, the arm wrapped around his opponent’s waist was firm. Like a tree with its roots firmly planted in the ground.

“Just stick your tongue out.”

Smooch. A small tongue peeked out from between the lips that had touched the tip of his nose and then pulled away.

“Fuck, really……”

Taejung scrunched his eyes shut and kissed him as if he were lunging at him. Fuck, you fucking asshole, damn it. Inwardly, he was constantly crushing his opponent, yet he was still mixing their tongues wetly. The saliva was sweet, and the flesh inside his mouth that quivered as his tongue passed over it was thrilling.

“My name, hooh, what is it.”

“Heut, eut……”

He sucked forcefully on the tongue that had been impertinently peeking out. Saliva that he could not swallow trickled down from his lower lip. Even with his chin soaked, Wooseung did not push Taejung away.

He liked it, and at the same time, he hated it.

“What’s my name, haah.”

This different-from-usual reaction sparked an anxiety that the drunken Wooseung might be mistaking him for someone else. That was why Taejung persistently asked for his name.

“Haah, haah.”

Their lips parted slightly, and a series of panting breaths followed.

“Sa, heung, President-nim.”

“Haah……”

At the voice filled with warm heat, Taejung relaxed the deep frown on his brow. At the same time, his lips, wet and sticky with saliva, curved into a smile.

“Is that my name?”

“Heut, eung, yes.”

“No, it’s not. Haah, my name is Eom Taejung.”

Wooseung constantly twisted and turned his body, as if the hard erection poking his buttock was uncomfortable. Taejung paid him no mind and, just as Wooseung had done, planted little kisses on his small face. Smooch, smooch.

The cheek that squished softly, the chin wet and sticky, the eyelids busy blinking; with every sound that tickled his ear, a strong force was applied to his fingertips.

“I know. Tae, Taejung-ie……”

As the low voice echoed, Taejung’s jaw was caught. His head was slowly tilted up, and Wooseung, with the light behind him, filled his entire field of vision.

“……”

The hand holding his jaw was small, but by no means weak. The clear face, tilted at an angle, drew closer. Not long after, their lips met, and Taejung closed his eyes without realizing it.

♡

When he snapped his eyes open, the faint light seeping through the thick curtains stabbed at his eyes.

“Ah……!”

Startled, Wooseung shot up. He frantically looked around, but soon realized it was a familiar scene and slowly took deep breaths.

The spot next to him was empty. Even when he felt it with his palm, there was no warmth left, so it seemed Taejung had gotten out of bed long ago. Wooseung covered his throbbing forehead with his palm. He felt a terrible pain, as if someone were hammering inside his head.

“……”

He had drunk with Taejung. He had somehow managed to placate him when he suggested a drinking game, and they had gone to the living room and clinked glasses together. In the midst of the awkwardness, he had asked strange questions, and Taejung, as always, had been shameless and childish…….

And what had he done after that?

Wooseung looked down at his own tingling palms. The day after drinking a lot, his hands always tingled like this. All the strength had drained from his body, leaving him extremely exhausted, and he could not remember a single thing.

“Haah……”

His frustrated feelings poured out in the form of a sigh. Wooseung rubbed his forehead with his palm and swung his legs out of the bed.

“Ugh……”

He tried to stand up but slumped back down as the inside of his thighs ached with a stinging pain. His bare legs were clearly visible under the loose t-shirt. Wooseung blinked, surprised at his own state.

He tugged at the t-shirt, its shoulder seam falling far below his shoulder. He could tell without looking closely. It was Taejung’s shirt.

‘Try speaking informally to me.’

Wooseung rubbed his bony knees with his hands and thought deeply. He chased after the memories that came in fits and starts. But no clear scene came to mind. Only fragmented images, like things Taejung had said or actions he himself had taken, barely surfaced. The only thing that was certain was that they had drunk and then had sex.

Enduring the stinging pain, he carefully took a step. But as he passed the study, a file lying on the desk suddenly caught his eye.

“……”

He reached for it without thinking. If it were an extremely important document, it would not have been left so defenselessly in this house where he was. Whispering that to himself, he followed the curiosity that was beckoning him over. After a quick glance beyond the half-closed door, he flipped through the file.

And the moment he saw the image printed on the A4 paper, Wooseung instinctively slammed the file shut.

“……”

He thought he must have seen it wrong. But no matter how he looked at it, it was a text message. The one he had exchanged with Director Jeong.

Wooseung opened the file to check again. Just then, a loud bang! echoed from beyond the living room. It was the sound of the front door closing.

Wooseung put the file down and wiped his palms on his thighs. Then he hurried out to the living room. He met eyes with Taejung, who had just appeared at the end of the hallway.

“When did you wake up?”

Taejung asked as he dropped the duffel bag he was carrying. Thud. It seemed he had been to the gym.

“Just now, ahem, I just woke up.”

Wooseung cleared his throat with a cough. His voice was hoarse, like someone who had been shouting for a long time.

Taejung ran a hand through his hair and walked straight toward where Wooseung was. His strides were long, so it was instantaneous.

A large hand cupped the back of his head. Leaning down, he rubbed his nose against Wooseung’s temple and sniffed.

“You smell like semen here.”

Then he chuckled and said something so horrifying. Wooseung, startled, covered his temple with his hand.

“Just kidding.”

The lips with a mischievous smile were truly detestable. Wooseung lowered his hand and idly crumpled and smoothed the hem of his shirt.

“Let’s eat.”

Taejung pressed the top of Wooseung’s head with his palm before letting go and walking past. He headed straight for the bedroom, intending to wash up. Wooseung turned to follow him and asked cautiously.

“Did we…… sleep together yesterday?”

Taejung’s steps halted. He turned his body at an angle and spat out.

“Yeah. You fucked me.”

“What?”

Wooseung raised his voice in surprise. Taejung strode over and looked down at Wooseung with a crooked smile.

“Can’t you see this?”

“……”

“You sucked on it so fucking hard yesterday that it left a mark.”

Taejung tilted his neck and pulled down the collar of his shirt. Just above his collarbone, where his neck and shoulder met, there was a bruise. He must have sucked on it so hard because the color was extremely dark.

“My dick feels a little raw, too.”

“……”

“Wanna see?”

When Wooseung recoiled in disgust, Taejung burst out laughing. He told him to think about what to eat while he went to wash up, and lightly tapped Wooseung’s cheek with his fingers.

“……”

Wooseung watched the broad back recede and slowly rubbed his cheek. The series of events that had passed in an instant did not register properly in his mind, leaving him confused.