PHUW 86

It was Haeri who first pushed his soft lips forward. After charging in bravely, he did not know what to do, he only rubbed and pressed his lips against Jeong Mok’s like a child.

It was Jeong Mok who opened those clumsy, innocent lips and entered the moist, smooth mouth that surely no one else had ever tasted. It was not because he had experience in this, but because his burning instinct moved him.

Inside those pretty lips that only did the cutest things, there was a trembling tongue, shaken by the intruding presence. In the narrow space, the smooth flesh floundered, and Jeong Mok instantly wrapped it with his own tongue and teased it. The flower pistil soaked in honey was sweet.

“Mmhh.”

The body in his arms trembled faintly. As he bound the fleeing tongue, he instinctively clutched the supple waist and buttocks tighter. Haeri’s arms wrapped around his shoulders twitched, then blunt fingertips scratched at the area near his shoulder blades.

“Uh… mm.”

The other let out a nasal moan. The fingertips scratching his back grew stronger, as if short of breath. The waist he held bent back, and his buttocks propped on his forearms stiffened. Unable to bear it, Haeri’s legs around his waist wriggled.

He had known it would be like this from the start. Sweet to the point of dazing, ecstatic, and already joined but still leaving him aching to join more deeply and intensely. There was no such thing as trying once just to test. Even a single time was enough to shatter the framework of the world Jeong Mok had lived in and rebuild it anew.

He could not let go yet. This alone was nowhere near enough to master his desire. If he had never known, it would be one thing, but now that he had tasted this sweetness once, addiction to Ahn Haeri was no longer a worrying possibility but an irreversible truth. He had lived his whole life not knowing he was thirsty, then for the first time found clear spring water. He knew if he went deeper he would drown, yet he could not help but hurl himself in.

Haeri had recklessly provoked him and then tried belatedly to retreat, but Jeong Mok gripped the back of his neck, not allowing it. Then he took his lips and tongue slowly, thoroughly, melting them down.

Slap!

A desperate palm struck his shoulder again and again. Fingers clutched at his collarbone and neck, pushing him, so Jeong Mok finally let go. Haeri dropped his head, shoulders heaving, as if he had truly reached his limit.

“Hhh… hahh… hahhh.”

His damp breath heated Jeong Mok’s neck. He too was on the verge of drowning. Both their chests swelled against each other.

“I, I thought I was going to suffocate.”

Ahn Haeri complained in a sullen voice. He was unbearably cute. Jeong Mok wanted to laugh, but could not. The instinct that had swallowed him urged him instead to melt down Haeri’s whole body.

He lifted the limp figure like a tired child and carried him to the bed. It was fortunate they had used the master bedroom bathroom, or else they would never have made it to the bed, stuck together already in the hall.

As soon as he was laid down, Haeri at last drew his legs slightly in, embarrassed. But when Jeong Mok’s hips settled between them, he only smiled awkwardly.

“Uh…”

“What?”

What was he curious about now? Jeong Mok raised his upper body and looked down at the pale face between his arms. The cheeks staring back up at him were much more flushed than before. His lips, swollen from the long kiss, only mouthed wordlessly. Jeong Mok’s head lowered naturally. He pressed his lips to the corners that kept twitching.

“If you called me, you should say something.”

He whispered against his lips. Then Haeri flicked at his lower lip, which he had not left alone since before, with a breathy sigh, then tilted his head and licked Jeong Mok’s lips.

He had been scared, ready to ask if it could stop there. Yet acting as if nothing had happened, now he shamelessly pressed his lips again. It was so endearingly lewd it drove Jeong Mok mad. How could anyone be like this? How had he been born so that every movement, every look, was innocent yet erotic?

Jeong Mok cupped the back of his neck, fitting perfectly in one hand, and kissed him in earnest. Having tried once already, Haeri this time parted his lips without hesitation, welcoming Jeong Mok’s tongue with his own. As their slick tongues rubbed and teased, lips and tongues became their only living senses.

Drinking the spring water of his mouth, Jeong Mok explored his breath. He wondered where, between tongue and lips, Haeri had hidden his peculiar quick wit. No matter how he traced and rubbed, there was no sharpness.

Maybe it was hidden elsewhere, not inside his mouth.

He slid his free hand down to Haeri’s waist. His skin was smooth for a man. Was his flesh naturally tender? It amazed him how someone with this body had endured such a rough life. He moved his hand upward, from the heat gathered in the lower abdomen, over the stomach to the chest. His thumb caught on the end of a rib.

He pressed and rubbed the thin bone, much narrower than his own. Haeri let out a moan, a pitch lower than before. His arms and hands clinging to Jeong Mok’s shoulders tightened. He said it felt good. The way he pulled him in radiated confidence.

With index and middle finger, Jeong Mok counted each rib upward. Haeri’s chest, made of delicate bones, firm muscle, and soft skin, swelled and sank repeatedly. He laid his palm on the breastbone, hard yet light like a feather carved of stone, and pressed lightly.

Inside, he felt his heart. A healthy heart, beating as fast as his own, thudding against his palm.

How could even his pulse be cute? If his belly were cut open, instead of organs it might spill out fruit simmered in sugar or a donut sprinkled with rainbow candy. Maybe syrup flowed through his veins. Ah, was that why his tongue and lips were so sweet? Because they were actually candy, made of juice mixed with sugar.

If the one clinging to his chest were a dessert, there must be a strawberry somewhere as decoration. A fruit perched on top of a white cake, tempting people.

The hand that had been feeling his heart explored further. He soon found the strawberry he wanted. In truth, it was too small and firm to be called a strawberry. The little bump that poked out was more like a ripe cherry.

“Ah.”

The lips that had been absorbed in kissing opened. His face, tinged pink, filled with urgency.

“Th… that’s…”

“Don’t you like it here?”

“No… it’s just… hngh.”

When Jeong Mok pressed his thumb against the small bump rising in the smooth chest, the pitch of Haeri’s nasal moan rose. Haeri, who had kept his knees still all through the kiss, bent them up now and rubbed the inside of his thighs against Jeong Mok’s waist. Even during their first kiss earlier, he had sometimes tensed his legs. It seemed to be a habit that came out whenever he was aroused.

Rubbing his inner thighs when he felt good, cute, and erotic too.

“Hhhnghh.”

Jeong Mok pinched Haeri’s nipple between thumb and finger, twisting it lightly and scraping it. Haeri lowered his head and bit his lips. Watching his eyelashes tremble before his eyes, Jeong Mok kissed his white forehead with a smile spreading across his face.

And this was just from touching one nipple. If he crushed and pinched both, he looked ready to faint outright. In truth, Jeong Mok wanted to put his mouth over the areola, leave bite marks, lick and suck until it puffed up, then scrape the tip of the nipple with his tongue.

If he did that now, Haeri might beat him to death, or Gom-i might rush in at Haeri’s scream and tear his throat out. If not, he might have to run naked to the emergency room holding an unconscious Haeri.

Already, pain started from his rigid center. The corpus cavernosum and the skin around it were at their limit. If he only kept provoking without release, something might break. At another time, he would not have cared if it broke. He would have celebrated being free at last from the danger of the lust inside him.

But now things were different. He had reached the unknown spring called Ahn Haeri, but only dipped his hand and sipped a little. He could not dry up without even plunging in. He was stuck, unable to move forward or back.

“P… please stop touching my nipples.”

The sullen voice woke Jeong Mok from his troubled thoughts. When he lifted his head, eyes wet with tears glared at him resentfully.

“I told you, I’m sensitive there.”

Telling him to stop, yet saying something that did not help at all.

Could this trembling, delicate body endure the excessive stimulation his desire wanted? He would be lucky if Haeri did not faint.

In truth, his own head was spinning too. If he did not let it out somehow, he felt the last strand inside him would snap and he would lose control.

“Then instead, is it fine here?”

He slid his hand down Haeri’s waist and pushed his palm deep against his lower abdomen. Between hairs softer than head hair, he found a pillar rising firmly.

“Uhh… ahhh! What are you… hhhk!”

The hand that had been guarding his nipples panicked and started pushing Jeong Mok away. But it was no stronger than being struck by foxtail grass, not even itchy.

“I’ll just touch it.”

“Wh… what kind of… ahh… if you touch it like that… mmphh.”

Unable to push him away, Haeri’s face flushed red like a cherry tomato as he looked ready to cry. Jeong Mok had only brushed lightly over the upright pillar, yet Haeri twisted his whole body and moaned.