SWAP 115

It was a voice that, despite being suppressed as much as possible for the sake of the despondent Seoul, still couldn’t quite hide its irritation. Recalling the moment his heart had come crashing down—like a beer can falling vertically off a sofa—Saheon gritted his teeth, which felt as if they might start grinding at any second.

Without me knowing, with some random person, your lips, and the first kiss at that…

Since he had developed a massive case of “hwayeong”—a stress-induced illness—to the point where he would bolt upright in his sleep just thinking about it, his reaction was perhaps natural. It was shitty enough just to imagine it, but witnessing Lee Seoul’s actual state right after a kiss made his eyes flip over like a husband possessed by pathological jealousy.

He had originally planned to pester and interrogate Seoul about the partner as soon as filming was over.

He had been watching with his two eyes wide open, so it was incomprehensible how such an unsavory incident could have occurred.

Because he knew everything from Lee Seoul’s human relationships to his schedule and surroundings, his rage flared even more. If he could, he felt like dragging the culprit before him this instant for an interrogation.

When, where, who, why, and how.

Since he already knew what they had done, he felt like his insides would only be cooled if he heard the rest in detail according to the five W’s and one H. Of course, the process of hearing it would be shitty, but what else could he do? To him, the fact that there was a part of Lee Seoul he didn’t know was more horrific.

And what would he do after that? Make it as if it never happened, obviously. Whether it was burying them or striking their head with a hammer to delete the memory, the methods were simple and numerous. Since he was confident in handling it well, it was fine, wasn’t it? He intended to erase the event that had already occurred by erasing the partner. And the most broken thing about Seo Saheon was that every single one of these statements was sincere.

He had been thinking like this even a short while ago when they were just friends, so how would he be now that they were lovers? Seo Saheon, who now had even more of a justification (actually, no such justification exists), was currently no different from an eight-ton truck with broken brakes. The way he glared with dark eyes and questioned the flustered Seoul was exactly like that.

“No, I mean…”

“Why. Since we’re dating now, can’t I at least ask this much? It’s not like you’ll wear away just from me knowing who it is. I’m just a bit jealous and curious, so I’m asking.”

“That’s,”

“Are you afraid I’ll do something if I know? Is it that precious to you? It’s not like that, Seoul-ah. You said you liked me. You said you didn’t make a lover or anything since high school because you liked me. But fuck, why…”

“Stop…!”

Seoul, who couldn’t even understand half of the nonsense Saheon was pouring out recklessly, finally resorted to a final method. He lifted both hands and pressed his fingertips firmly against Saheon’s lips, blocking them. It was a choice made because there was no other way to stop him besides a physical act, but the problem was that once his mouth was blocked, he looked too cute being quiet with only his eyes peeking out.

His heart inevitably melted, and Seoul pressed a kiss—mwah—onto his own fingernails that were blocking Saheon’s mouth.

The eyes that had been slanted sharply like an angry puppy’s grew ever so slightly rounder.

Seoul didn’t quite know what Saheon was so dissatisfied about, but he felt they needed to talk with Saheon at least a little calmed down, so he pressed two more kisses—mwah, mwah—onto his fingernails. Large hands grabbed Seoul’s waist and pulled him in tight. Noticing the intent, Seoul slowly lowered his fingertips. Saheon still looked sullen, but the sight of him keeping his mouth shut was soft and endearing.

Good boy. As if giving a reward, Seoul pressed a kiss—mwah—directly onto his lips and made soft eye contact. Seeing that he finally seemed calm, Seoul intended to start a conversation slowly.

“I couldn’t understand anything, you dummy…”

“…….”

“Whose story are you even talking about, mm…!”

However, that was Seoul’s plan; as always, Saheon’s plan was different. Calm, my ass. Seeing this innocent thing doing pretty little things with a clear face made Saheon’s head throb. He pounced on the babbling lips and sucked them hard, causing the startled Seoul to flounder for a moment. Then, perhaps realizing it was a meaningless struggle, Seoul meekly clung to him and parted his lips.

Tongues tangled, and the heat that had cooled for a moment returned.

Seoul, being bitten and toyed with several times while stuck fast to him, let out a groan and his eyes trembled. It didn’t feel like he was suffocating like before, but instead, he was being licked so much all over that his thighs twitched involuntarily. Just as he felt like things would get strange if they continued like this and tried to lift his waist while holding Saheon’s shoulders…

Saheon, who had been gently rubbing the underside of the soft tongue with his own tip, pulled his lips away. Then, he grabbed Seoul’s pelvis and jerked him down onto his own waist. Since Seoul’s thighs were already spread wide, their lower halves pressed tightly together. The moment the slightly swollen part rubbed against Saheon’s firm abdomen, stars literally flew. Seoul, swallowing his breath in embarrassment and shame, hurriedly propped his knees up. Before he could even push Saheon’s shoulders away to hide the fact that he was aroused, his earlobe was suddenly bitten.

“Where are you going.”

“Ah, wait, Heon-ah…!”

He bit the thin flesh hard enough to leave teeth marks, then stuck out his tongue to slowly lick the outer ear. Seoul tried to flounder by putting strength into his thighs as goosebumps broke out, but it was no use. Recalling a memory from some time ago, Seoul’s face turned bright red. I hate ears. I hate them… He was scared because he knew his lower belly would tighten if Saheon put a finger in and toyed with it. He tried to shake his head hurriedly, but the tongue forced its way in first.

Squish.

As the wet flesh licked the inside of his ear, the terrified Seoul jumped and struggled. The squelching sound of saliva hit his eardrums mercilessly as if a speaker were turned on. His heart thundered rapidly as if he were doing something he shouldn’t, and his whole body tensed up. I hate this, I hate it because it feels good… he tried to say that, but the moment he opened his mouth, only groans poured out. In the moment his thighs quivered with a tingling sensation, Saheon—who had been pestering the narrow hole with a pointed tongue-tip—asked in a much deeper voice.

“The first kiss, when did you do it? Ha, who was it with…”

“Aaah, don’t put your tongue, mm, don’t lick…!”

“Is it someone I know? Hmm? Fuck, did that bastard put his tongue in too…”

Because of the indiscriminately pouring stimulation, Seoul couldn’t even properly understand what was being said. When he tilted his head back, Saheon rubbed a kiss—mwah—on his neck and then entered the ear again. He couldn’t keep his senses as the hot tongue kept rubbing the sensitive part. Seoul, unable to endure it any longer, mumbled something and eventually burst into tears.

Sob. At the small sound of crying, Saheon, whose eyes had been half-turned with lust, came to a dead stop. As his temporarily dead reason switched back on, he realized just what he had been doing. His head throbbed the moment he recognized he had been acting toward Lee Seoul’s small ear hole as if he were fucking it with his tongue. As he exhaled a hot sigh from his heaving chest, unable to overcome the excitement, Seoul—who perceived even that as stimulation—hunched his shoulders and sobbed.

This isn’t even a dog in heat.

Actually, looking back, that wasn’t exactly a wrong description, so Saheon slowly lifted his head while furrowing his brow. When he called out, “Seoul-ah,” the sight of those wet eyelashes trembling was pretty even in this situation. Realizing he had been embracing the already small body with too much strength, Saheon loosened the force in his arms. And at the same time, feeling the heavy sensation on his stomach, he hurriedly turned his head toward Seoul’s face. Then, he began to act charmingly, raining kisses—mwah, mwah—over the flushed cheeks.

“Seoul-ah, did I startle you? Do you hate having your ears licked?”

“Heuu…”

“Mm-hmm, I’m sorry. I put it in too deep, didn’t I. From next time, I’ll only put it in a little bit… okay? Look here. Look at me. Open your eyes.”

Sip. Saheon, who casually sucked the wet eyelashes where tears lingered, begged for forgiveness repeatedly in a syrupy voice. As he carefully coaxed the Seoul in his arms as if handling a newborn who couldn’t even open its eyes properly, the tightly closed eyelids slowly lifted.

Watching silently as those tear-soaked eyes slowly became like star candy, Saheon pretended to droop his tail. Inwardly, he was thinking he definitely had to lick those eyes once, despite having such wicked thoughts.

“I was wrong. I’ll ask for permission next time. Hmm? It’s because I was jealous of the bastard who had the first kiss with you…”

“…….”

“I know it’s pathetic… but so what. Everything I do with you is a first for me.”

It was at that moment.

Seoul, who had been silent for a while, opened his mouth while trembling.

“…It was you…”

“What?”

The moment Saheon lifted his head at the incomprehensible words and asked back, a voice filled with grievance echoed through the car.

“It was youuu, it was you… you dummy!”