Chapter 73

The faces of the two gradually got closer. Soram closed his eyes first, and Tae-un kept his gaze on him without missing a single point until their lips overlapped.

The heated lips pressed tightly against each other. The mouths that had been paused in that spot as if exploring awkwardly parted. Soram's shoulders stiffened at the unfamiliar sensation he was feeling for the first time. Then, something hot pushed open the gap between Soram's lips. There was no rejection that he thought he might have felt unconsciously. The tongue was enveloped by the hot lump of flesh that had invaded his mouth.

"Hah, hmm..."

A sound of air leaking out was made as his tongue was caught. Tae-un pressed Soram's waist and pulled him even closer to himself.

Tae-un's thighs straddled Soram's legs. Then, the weight pressing on Soram's shoulders became a little heavier. Lips wet with saliva from someone unknown rubbed against each other, and their tongues intertwined. The unfamiliar sensation gradually deepened.

This should be enough proof. Soram pulled his body back and detached his lips.

"See. I can do it, mmph...!"

Tae-un got up from his seat. And he cupped Soram's face with both hands and their lips met again. Soram's head that had been lowered was lifted up. His waist bent and the center of his upper body tilted back.

This time, Tae-un didn't wait and entered his mouth right away. The chests of the two pressed tightly against each other. Thump, thump, thump, the sound of someone's heartbeat was conveyed.

The kiss was clumsy for both Soram and Tae-un. Despite being clumsy, the two only had long breaths. Neither of them tried to detach their interlocked lips first. The lack of breath was compensated by their rising and falling backs.

Soram's hands gripped Tae-un's shirt tightly as if crumpling it. Tae-un also put his hands behind Soram's back and grasped the hem of his clothes. It continued, not knowing if it was a kiss or a fight grabbing each other's collars. Mixed in with the movement of stirring the inside of the mouth as much as possible was a sense of competitiveness.

When they moved their bodies intensely and their breath rose to the tip of their chins, they could sometimes taste the metallic taste of blood in their mouths. It felt quite similar to that time now. The breath was rough, and the other person's tongue that had entered deep was hot and had a slight taste of iron.

"Haa... Ugh, hey!!"

Soram's feet suddenly left the floor. Tae-un had grabbed his waist and lifted his body. He took strides forward while holding Soram. Soon, Soram's back touched the sofa.

With the strength of a 1st-grade, Soram's weight was probably nothing, but being swiftly lifted and moved made his pride slightly hurt in a sulky way. And now, his body was completely covered by Han Tae-un, who was lying on top.

However, when he faced Tae-un's face that had turned bright red, even the thoughts that had momentarily crossed his mind stopped. Tae-un looked down at Soram and moved his lips for a long time. After swallowing his breath several times, the one word he managed to utter was his name.

"Jin Soram."

Swish.

This time, Soram was first. Before more words could come out of Tae-un's mouth, he grabbed his shirt and tie together, pulled him in, and attached their lips again. Ugh. Tae-un's hand pressing on the sofa stiffened.

Both of them were confident in the proficiency they learned with their bodies. The movements were quite different from when they were clumsily rubbing their tongues in front of the dining table a little while ago. The depth and motion of rubbing each other's mouths became a little more intense.

The rough fabric of the summer suit brushed against the side of his thigh, and below that, he felt something he had caught a glimpse of the outline of before. Tae-un got aroused while kissing Soram. This time, without any room for misunderstanding, the target was Soram.

Their lips parted and hot breaths brushed past each other's noses.

"Han Tae-un, you must really like me."

"I like you."

Tae-un answered immediately. Soram raised the corner of his mouth as if distorting it.

There were many burdens placed on the emotions between Soram and those around him. In order to lessen his guilt towards Ayoung, he had hoped that the dispatch he had gone on in her place during the exam period would be rough. And the guilt towards Tae-un made him think of a way to release his desires as he wished. He knew, but he valued himself in this life less than he thought.

Perhaps he still hadn't learned how to repay his apologies and gratitude for living a long time.

"Actually, I don't know anything about kissing or sex. But one thing for sure is that my body is sturdy."

"...So?"

"Do as you wish. I'm curious too."

"Jin Soram."

"We should take off our clothes first. You can undress me."

"Soram-ah."

Soram's body flinched. Not only was it an unfamiliar way of addressing him, but it was also a much softer call than usual, so he didn't know why it felt like he was being scolded.

"I am a stickler, and I'm a conservative guy, so I don't think this is right."

However. Tae-un continued.

"The gap you opened up is also desperate enough to not be able to let go of anything."

Tae-un propped his hands on either side of Soram's face. His long sigh touched Soram from above.

"...You want to use me as a partner to fit the situation. Is that all there is to the reason?"

"What other reason could there be?"

Soram put strength in his mouth and throat to make his usual easygoing voice.

"I'm doing this because I'm afraid I might die a virgin. What if I start using magic in addition to superpowers? I might even conquer the world."

Soram pulled Tae-un's arm.

"That's all, so don't think too deeply. You too."

Tae-un didn't say anything, but instead, his hand that had come down a little grabbed Soram's shoulder tightly. He seemed to have hesitation left, but he couldn't loosen his grip on the hand that was holding on like the only lifeline.

Finally, he lifted his upper body and knelt. Then he pulled his tie straight out and unbuttoned his shirt. It was the first disheveled appearance Tae-un, who was always neat in both his suit and casual clothes, had shown. Even when fighting, his tie and shirt were always tightly fastened.

After taking off his stuffy top, he lowered his hand to the zipper of Soram's pants. His thick fingers pulled out the loop.

"I'm really taking them off."

"Yeah."

It was a bit nerve-wracking as it was the first time taking off his pants in front of someone else's eyes. The zipper caught between his thumb and index finger went all the way down the short path.

"Lift your hips."

Soram wiggled his butt to match his movement. The pants with the loosened waist were pulled down enough to slightly expose his pelvis, and next, Tae-un's hand caught on the band of the remaining drawers.

"One more time."

"..."

Taking off his underwear was much more embarrassing than taking off his pants. Tae-un was also staring at him without taking his eyes off.

Soram's underwear was finally pulled down. From the pubic bone to a span below was exposed. At that moment, Tae-un's hand abruptly stopped.

"Why don't you have any?"

When he muttered like that while looking between his legs, Soram also immediately flared up.

"What do you mean I don't have any! I have it!"

He had never had pride in his masculinity in that direction, but it was different from saying he didn't have it at all. Soram looked at the place where his underwear had been pulled down. It was right where it should be. The size was also pretty average if it was just him.

"No, not that, why is it pale?"

"What? It's skin-colored."

Tae-un pointed at Soram's belly button with confused eyes. The bare skin without a single roughness was soft and supple. It didn't seem like he had removed his hair either. Tae-un raised his head that had been lowered. There was thick hair on Soram's forehead. And looking down again... there wasn't a single strand of hair.

"...This is driving me crazy. Really."

Tae-un ruffled his own hair. His abs under his shirt and his thighs were all firm, belonging to someone who had been using his body for work for a long time, but only here was pale, which evoked even stranger emotions.

A large hand grasped Soram's penis. The body lying awkwardly twitched. He grabbed the shaft of the penis and stroked it upward as if masturbating for him. Soram, who was not used to sexual stimulation, narrowed his eyes between his eyes and let out a moaning sound.

"Hng, mmph..."

"I was worried about what to do if you didn't get aroused even when I touched you, but I'm glad."

"Ugh, haa."

The glans outside the circle made by his thumb and index finger turned pink. It seemed like it was the first time even Soram himself had looked at his crotch this closely.

"Ugh, stop touching. Why only me?"

"I already got aroused earlier. So I have to make you do it first."

"Ahh...!"

In the first place, Soram didn't have much masturbation, no, not even much sexual desire. The life-threatening crisis that always breathlessly urged him also castrated his sexual desire to some extent. He had never even thought about what kind of person he liked. As a result, his stomach churned as if swept away by the stimulation Tae-un gave him.

"You, you, aren't you unfazed at all?"

"By what?"

"It's a man's."

"Who do you think agonized the most over the fact that you're a man?"

Tae-un wrapped his fingers tightly around the shaft. The penis, which had been close to apricot color, turned red overall.

"Ah!"

"I'm not just unfazed."

Soram lost his words again. Hot breath came down from above.

"Hng, don't press so hard...!"

"You're just too sensitive."

"Hah, ah, wait a minute!"

When Soram grabbed his arm, Tae-un stopped his hand.

"Don't just touch me, do it properly now."

Soram's voice was bold, and he was saying that he wanted a relationship with Tae-un himself. Tae-un also didn't know much about this kind of relationship. But on top of that, Soram felt like he was rushing in fearlessly without knowing anything.

Haa. Tae-un let out a deep sigh, then unbuckled his suit belt and unzipped his pants.

The moment he pulled down his underwear slightly and took out his penis, Soram understood why he had asked if he had nothing. The root of Tae-un's penis was covered with black pubic hair. And as he had briefly seen before, it was big.

His words that he was already aroused were not a lie. The penis was already erect, and the thickest part seemed to be as thick as Soram's wrist. From the perspective of the person who was going to have sex with that penis, there might have been a bit of exaggeration, but it looked that menacing.

Tae-un grabbed Soram's and his own penis together like that.

"Ah!"

The two shafts were tightly packed inside the large palm. Soram, whose penis was pressed against something hotter than his palm, wriggled his waist.

Tae-un clenched his hand tightly to stimulate the two.

"Hng, ah... what, are you doing? Hah..."

This was also a sufficiently sexual act, but it was different from what Soram knew. He reached out in surprise, but he couldn't put strength into it, unable to overcome the strange stimulation. The white fingers moved as if struggling on the back of Tae-un's hand.

"Hng, this isn't how you have sex. Ugh!"

"You, hah, were spouting nonsense about doing as I wish, what do you even know?"

Tae-un moved his hand up and down. The shafts held together were stroked as if being squeezed. Soram couldn't even answer and closed his eyes tightly, trembling his chin.

He had thought since earlier, but the one who had always acted as if he had experienced everything in the world knew nothing outside of his hunter work. Perhaps that was why he looked more transcendent.