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Just like a hasty and passionate kiss, the fluent movement of his tongue raised the heat to a dizzying point, making Siho’s eyes water slightly.
“Hoo… this, this is strange.”
Because these were things he had never experienced before, the feeling was even more peculiar.
The heat was rising intensely, and moans kept escaping his mouth with the short sucking motions.
Before he could even be flustered by the first time he let out such an erotic sound, the long lick of the tongue made his peripheral nerves seem to be completely electrified with excitement.
‘So this is what foreplay is like.’
Just as he thought he wanted to grab his cock and pump it right there, Kang Taeyun pulled away and murmured with a deep, low voice.
“It tastes good. The little thing is sweet.”
“…Saying things like that… really.”
He was sexy, like a savage.
Normally, Siho would have recoiled and distanced himself from such words, but he liked the suggestive words Kang Taeyun used so much that he wanted to be further violated.
He liked it so much that he could accept any bad language, so he looked at Kang Taeyun with a pleading gaze for more.
“You tempt me like this every time. But you never actually say anything.”
Kang Taeyun chuckled shortly and grabbed the other nipple using his thumb and index finger.
The protrusion caught in his hand was rubbed, and a shriek-like sound escaped Siho’s lips.
“Heeek, …Hut.”
Along with a sharp spreading pain, Kang Taeyun swallowed the nipple he had been holding into his moist mouth.
The stiff protrusion was lightly chewed on the tip of his teeth, and Siho felt his neck involuntarily contract.
As Siho covered his mouth against his involuntarily retracting upper body, Kang Taeyun’s pointed tongue firmly pressed and rubbed the nipple like an awl.
Even though only his chest was being sucked, he felt the hole below twitching.
“Jus-just a little slower… Hoo.”
“Isn’t it strange? You’re not an Omega, but the more I suck, the sweeter the scent. Siho.”
He pinched and rubbed the nipple he had trapped between his fingers, then pressed down on Siho’s lower back, pulling him closer.
The dry flesh was swallowed deeper into his mouth, and Kang Taeyun moved his tongue as if he were kissing it.
Just when Siho thought he should take off his pants, Joohwan’s voice was heard from beyond the door.
“What are you doing?”
Siho was startled by the forgotten voice and pushed Kang Taeyun away.
His heart was pounding like someone who had done something wrong.
With a flushed face, he quickly grabbed the rash guard that had fallen on the floor.
Kang Taeyun, seemingly amused by the sight, licked his own lips, then gently stroked Siho’s head as if he found it cute.
“I’ll be out soon. He’s putting his clothes on.”
“Then why are you two alone without me? Aren’t you two doing something fun inside?”
“I wish we were, but Siho doesn’t want to.”
Kang Taeyun lightly dismissed the comment with a soft expression and stared intently at Siho.
He looked both intellectual and decadent.
“We held hands, and we kissed. And I sucked your chest. Don’t you think we don’t need to use up the full one month period?”
“…”
“I can’t help it if you insist on using it all, but I wish you would reduce the grace period you gave me a little.”
Siho actually had something to say about that.
Realizing it belatedly, he excused himself with a quick, “Just a moment,” and changed into the rash guard.
Since the lingering excitement hadn’t faded, the front of his pants was still bulging.
Facing away due to the embarrassingly prominent area, Siho silently sang the national anthem to himself and glanced at Kang Taeyun.
Despite saying they would change together, Kang Taeyun was still in his casual clothes.
“Aren’t you changing…?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Are you fully dressed?”
Kang Taeyun changed the subject and opened the door he had locked.
As if they had been waiting, Joohwan and Moon Dowon came in and approached him to check his body.
Joohwan seemed relieved to see his seemingly fine body, as if no pheromones had been leaked.
“I thought the two of you were rubbing mouths without me.”
Seeing his non-swollen lips and normal ears, Joohwan seemed convinced that nothing had happened.
Kang Taeyun made a bland smile and moved to another room, saying he was going to change.
Siho’s brow furrowed slightly when he saw Kang Taeyun disappear, despite saying there was no need to be formal between two men.
‘What is it? He doesn’t have scars on his body, so why is he avoiding it?’
Feeling wronged, Siho decided he would say something when Kang Taeyun came out dressed.
As he stared blankly at the spot where Kang Taeyun had disappeared, Joohwan narrowed his eyes.
“Did nothing really happen?”
“…Yes.”
“Really?”
Still looking suspicious, he grabbed Siho’s shoulders and turned him around.
From his look, he seemed to want to take off his clothes and check.
Kang Taeyun had promised not to leave a trace, so Siho thought it might be fine.
‘No, was it swollen and red from the moisture?’
The corners of his lips kept twitching at the memory of the pleasant and ecstatic experience.
‘If only Joohwan hadn’t interrupted…’
They might have had sex right there.
Being sucked on the chest was not as unpleasant as he thought.
He didn’t feel any particular repulsion even though they were the same gender.
That was natural, as he had never thought of them as such partners from the beginning.
‘Would sex… be good too?’
The kiss and the foreplay—though these were new experiences, he enjoyed them without any sense of incongruity.
Just as he thought maybe he shouldn’t be afraid and should just enjoy it, Joohwan’s face suddenly appeared close to his.
“Why are you smiling like that? What are you thinking about?”
“…I wasn’t thinking about anything.”
“Liar. Something happened with Kang Taeyun, didn’t it?”
“No…”
Siho rolled his eyes slightly, avoiding his gaze.
He knew that was even more unnatural, but he found it hard to face Joohwan’s persistent stare.
Just as he was becoming troubled by the accusing gaze, Kang Taeyun, who had already changed, intervened in the conversation.
“What’s there to have happened?”
Joohwan straightened his body, and upon seeing Kang Taeyun, he put on a sullen expression.
He seemed annoyed that the two were not only spending time alone but were also wearing the same clothes.
He crossed his arms and asked in a discontented tone.
“What is it? Why are you two the only ones wearing matching clothes?”
“It just happened as we chose.”
“Then I’ll change too—”
“Wouldn’t it be a shame to change after wearing something so cool? No one but you can pull off that outfit.”
“Don’t think you can sway me with words like that. I won’t fall for it.”
Joohwan replied firmly with a dull look.
Seeing the slightly sulking Joohwan, Kang Taeyun lightly patted his shoulder with a polite, yet artificial, smile plastered on his face.
“Siho likes it too. Seeing your cool look.”
“Seo Siho does?”
Since Siho had been thinking about something else just moments ago, he showed a more listless expression.
Then, meeting Kang Taeyun’s gaze, he smiled awkwardly toward Joohwan.
“It looks cool… If I had a body like yours, I would have worn it.”
“…Is that so?”
“Yes.”
Whether he was easily influenced or just good-natured, Joohwan instantly cheered up and laughed heartily, pulling his mouth into a long line.
It was a bright laugh that made his white teeth stand out.
Just as Siho felt relieved, someone poked his waist. It was Moon Dowon.
“What about me?”
“Huh…?”
“I’m not cool?”
“Of course, you’re cool… I don’t know what the entertainment agencies are doing. If it were me, I would have already scouted you as a model.”
At the torrent of praise, Moon Dowon’s ears turned red again.
Although Siho was forced to compliment him, it wasn’t an empty compliment.
Seeing Moon Dowon, who usually wore heavy and dark clothes, in a bright-toned outfit made his image seem different.
He thought that wearing clothes that revealed his body would look much more sophisticated than the shirts that constricted his physique.
“I feel good. Then wait for me. I’m going to change into something more to my taste.”
He meant that if he had just picked anything out of laziness before, this time he would change properly.
Considering the clothes he had worn until now, Siho thought he didn’t need to.
Before Siho could stop him, Moon Dowon shooed him, Kang Taeyun, and Joohwan out, telling them to wait in the living room.
“So stubborn.”
Joohwan shook his head and clucked his tongue.
Yet, he seemed curious about the clothes Moon Dowon would come out in.
“In my opinion, he’s going to come out wearing the exact same outfit as you guys.”
“I don’t know.”
“Or dress uniquely, like me.”
Unlike the meaningful way Kang Taeyun spoke, Joohwan was buoyed by the compliments.
He hummed, sat on the sofa with his arms spread out, and wiggled his fingers.
His manner was as free-spirited as his fashion.
“Shall we sit down?”
Kang Taeyun’s fingertip lightly brushed Siho’s as he headed for the sofa.
It only touched and pulled away, but Siho felt flushed, like someone who had just enjoyed a secret rendezvous.
It was a different feeling from when he had held hands with Joohwan.
It felt as if the sensation of his chest being sucked was reviving.
“Siho, what do you think?”
“Huh? About what?”
“What kind of clothes do you think Dowon will come out wearing?”
The question was directed at him without filter.
At Kang Taeyun’s gentle voice, Siho sat down on the empty spot with a thoughtful expression.
“Maybe something tight?”
“That makes sense.”
“Since… he wore clothes like that every time.”
Siho smiled awkwardly and directed his gaze toward his feet.
If he faced Kang Taeyun, the emotions he had just calmed down felt like they would flare up again.
“If he comes out wearing the same clothes as you guys, I’ll rip them all up.”
Joohwan waited for Moon Dowon to come out with a face full of mischief.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem to have sensed the awkward tension flowing between Siho and Kang Taeyun.
Perhaps that was because of Kang Taeyun, who naturally steered the conversation.
Then, Joohwan’s curse was heard.
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