SWAP 114

His white face, crushed beneath the large body, was flushed all over. The back of Saheon’s neck tingled because this was a scene he had imagined before, but unfortunately, he couldn’t swallow as much of his desire as he wanted in that posture. His lover kept gulping, emptying his mouth, which left Saheon merely smacking his lips. He calmed Seoul with a soft, coaxing voice. Seoul, who was busy taking labored breaths while being held to steady his dizzy, staggering body, let out a small movement of his lips as Saheon touched his cheek.

Through the slightly parted gap, his tongue, which had been thoroughly bitten, peeked out shyly.

It looked delicious enough at a glance that Saheon’s teeth felt itchy with impatience.

“Try sticking your tongue out just like that.”

“Mm-hmm…”

Saheon whispered affectionately as he made a chup sound, sucking the saliva that had pooled like dew on the soft lips. Despite his tone, his gaze was dark and predatory, but fortunately, Seoul didn’t seem to notice. With his focus strangely blurred, Seoul leaned his face heavily into Saheon’s palm and slowly stuck out his tongue. It was dripping wet, and the way just the tip peeked out made it look as sweet as fruit flesh coated in sugar.

This crazy bastard really has no idea how scary men can be.

The way he was sticking out his tongue with a completely melted face, unlike his usual prim self, was excessively provocative.

In crude terms, it meant he felt like he was going to die from arousal, so he couldn’t hold back any longer and pulled Seoul’s neck toward him. As he took the bright red tongue into his mouth and bit it, sweetness spread instantly. Seoul, his shoulders flinching, hurriedly grabbed Saheon’s cheeks with both hands. He clearly didn’t realize that his act of gently rubbing Saheon’s cheeks with soft fingertips as if pleading not to be hurt was actually counterproductive.

This is why you get caught by someone like me.

Saheon let out a low vibration in his throat as he basked in those foolishly cute touches, softly entangling their tongues.

The desire to cherish him and the desire to make a mess of him were tangled into an unrecognizable shape in Saheon’s gut. When he scraped the roof of Seoul’s mouth with his pointed tongue-tip, Seoul shivered as if experiencing a strange sensation. Holding him tight, Saheon spread his legs and leaned back, sliding down onto the seat. Their eye levels, which had been similar, shifted, and Seoul, who suddenly found himself half-collapsed on top of Saheon’s body, opened his tightly closed eyes.

Snap, their gazes met.

Saheon thought he would close his eyes immediately out of embarrassment, but far from it, Seoul stared back. Those pale black pupils were wavering… looking down blankly at Saheon like someone possessed, Seoul let his eyes curve into a soft smile. Saheon felt his breath hitch at that tender gaze, which looked as if Seoul were beholding something incredibly precious. Even though he was the one currently stealing all of the other’s breath.

“Haah…”

Saheon, who had pulled his lips away for a moment to exhale a sigh against the rushing dizziness, changed suddenly after only a few seconds. The kiss, which had become somewhat loose since they settled into the car, turned messy again. He thrust his thick tongue deep, as if to block the narrow mouth and throat entirely. As the moist flesh rubbed together like they shared the same root, Seoul, who was lying prone, flinched and jolted.

It was obvious Seoul was short of breath, but Saheon didn’t care and dug in a little deeper, causing the pooled saliva to flow down their tongues and into Saheon’s mouth. Swallowing it all made his thirst feel slightly quenched. Of course, it was still far from enough. He had been hungry for so long that even swallowing this small creature whole wouldn’t suffice.

Eventually, pushed to his limit, Seoul began to struggle, making eu-eu-ung crying sounds.

Finding it cute to see him with flushed skin and tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, Saheon pulled his lips away slightly, and Seoul panted, busily gasping for air.

Because that looked erotic, Saheon moved to kiss him again, but the white hands that had been touching his cheeks moved down and pressed firmly against his shoulders. Knowing full well that he was only doing it because he couldn’t breathe, Saheon perversely let out a rumble from his throat.

Sip, gulp… Realizing anew that his own saliva was passing into the other’s mouth and being swallowed whole, Seoul’s eyes turned red. When Saheon pulled his lips away again, Seoul complained tremulously, “Don’t eat it…”

Who would listen to you when you say it like that? Finding it absurd, Saheon made even messier sounds on purpose, and now even Seoul’s ears turned red. When Saheon reached out and flicked his ear, he received a sensitive reaction along with the heat.

Laughing inwardly, Saheon sucked Seoul’s tongue hard enough to bruise it before slowly pulling his lips away. Saliva they hadn’t managed to swallow trailed between them, creating a thread like a spiderweb.

“Heu, haah, ha…”

Seoul, finally able to breathe, gasped urgently. His eyes, which were always sparkling, were now melted sweet and messy. Seeing him slumped over like that on top of him was such a magnificent sight that Saheon, lying underneath, twitched his eyebrows. Seoul, who had melted down from just one kiss, suddenly made Saheon feel anxious.

Hardening his expression, Saheon eventually began to lecture him in a stern tone.

“Lee Seoul. Who climbs on top of their lover as soon as they start dating? And with your legs like this, fuck, spread wide… You’ve really become bold.”

There was never a more brazen case of the pot calling the kettle black. At Saheon’s growling words, nitpicking the legs that were forced apart to climb onto his thighs, the half-dazed Seoul looked down a beat late. Because Saheon had slid down the seat, Seoul was now straddling Saheon’s waist rather than his thighs. It was true that his legs were spread particularly wide because of that, making his pupils shake.

His clothes, wet from the rain and clinging tight, were strangely revealing.

He suddenly felt embarrassed that his pants, which usually reached his knees, had ridden up to reveal his thighs.

Even though that hadn’t been his intention, he felt strangely awkward and tried to bring his legs together, but he couldn’t move because a large hand had firmly gripped his thigh. While whimpering and not knowing what to do, Seoul remembered something late and countered with an utterly aggrieved face.

“Ugh, you, you’re the one who sat me here…”

“Then you should have said, ‘I can’t do that.’ Are you going to climb on and act like this if some other bastard does this to you?”

“No, it’s because it’s you… that I’m doing this.”

“How am I supposed to believe that? To a guy who crumbles like this from one kiss, huh?”

At the continuous interrogation, Seoul’s expression became bewildered. He was confused because Saheon, who had been cradling him with eyes full of affection just a moment ago, had suddenly changed his attitude. Of course, the kiss that followed was a little—no, a lot—persistent, but hadn’t the atmosphere been good? He couldn’t understand where Saheon’s mood had soured.

“…Why am I suddenly being scolded…?”

Not knowing how to answer, Seoul hesitated and asked in a small voice. If it were anyone else, he wouldn’t know, but this was Saheon, who had cherished and looked after him more than he did himself since they were very young. Since this was somehow different from his usual teasing, Seoul reflexively checked his mood and let his eyes dart around. As the heat that had been hot enough to feel stifling cooled, a sudden sense of anxiety set in.

Was the kiss bad?

Now that he’s actually tried it, is it like back then…?

His head recognized that couldn’t be the case, but understanding and the trauma that remained instinctively were two different things. Or, was I too obvious about my desire from the start? He suddenly felt discouraged, remembering how he couldn’t hold back and had kissed Saheon all over his face and clung to him.

Reading Seoul’s strangely sagging expression, Saheon rubbed his lips against Seoul’s with a mwah. It was an action close to instinct that came out before he could even properly grasp the situation.

“…!”

Before the startled Seoul could even flinch at the sudden kiss, a series of child-like kisses followed with loud mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah sounds. At the skinship filled with affection similar to what Seoul had just done, his heart, which had been about to drop to the floor, wavered and found its place again.

When he shyly lifted his downward gaze, his eyes met Saheon’s, who was staring intently at him. As if he had been looking at Seoul the entire time, Saheon’s dark eyes crinkled as he gave a soft, lingering eye-smile. Seoul’s heart throbbed without any principle at the friendly and charming behavior, like a young animal that knew it had done something wrong. Along with another kiss, a tongue slowly parted the gap and entered, softly sweeping through his mouth. After continuing a kiss that was soft and, unlike Saheon’s usual self, incredibly kind, Saheon eventually pulled away.

“…I wasn’t scolding you.”

“….”

“I was being jealous.”

Seoul blinked blankly at the word that popped out of nowhere.

Jealousy. Not only was it a word that didn’t suit Saheon at all, but Seoul also couldn’t understand what there was to be jealous of in this situation. As he remained silent, the one who became more impatient opened his mouth first again.

“I was wondering what you did with that guy.”

…

“I was wondering if you were like this back then, too, so I was being unsightly and jealous.”