The Unbelievers

Chapter 75

As their deeply intertwined lips parted, hot breaths mingled chaotically. Eunseong, sitting on the counter where he had once grasped Siwoon’s hand to wipe up spilled water, met eyes with Siwoon, who had his arms around Eunseong’s neck and was pressed close.

Siwoon’s eyes held a confused hue, as if bewildered by his own actions. Their relationship, the fact that they were blood relatives even if not close ones – thoughts of how blood ties made them rely on and be drawn to each other seemed to be occupying his mind haphazardly.

Eunseong disliked that Siwoon was still having such thoughts even after things had progressed this far. He disliked that Siwoon’s feelings towards him seemed to prioritize responsibility. To prevent him from thinking that way, Eunseong looked up at him and asked:

“…Ahjussi, you’ve kissed before, right?”

Eunseong’s question brought Siwoon back to reality. This was just after he had lifted Eunseong onto the counter, positioned himself between the youth’s legs, and fiercely kissed him.

“I asked you to kiss me before, remember?”

“…”

“Actually, I’ve had opportunities too. There are kids in my class who’ve kissed. You know Choi Jung-eon, right?”

“…”

“His wish is to kiss me.”

“So did you do it?”

Yoo Siwoon frowned slightly and asked abruptly.

“What? No. I don’t even like him.”

“Then how do you know his wish is to kiss you?”

He reacted quite seriously to Eunseong’s words. It seemed like he was jealous, which made Eunseong’s heart beat even faster than before.

“When I ran away before, he tried to set the mood. I really hated it then. I didn’t like Jung-eon, and it felt gross to do that with another guy.”

“…And now?”

“With you, ahjussi… I like it. I want to do more.”

“…”

“I want to keep going.”

Yoo Siwoon had tried not to do this. He had suppressed himself, vowing again and again that he wouldn’t have any kind of relationship with Eunseong, that he wouldn’t do such things to Eunseong even if it meant chemical castration. He was confident he wouldn’t. He even drank teas and took medicines to kill his libido instead of taking aphrodisiacs.

But Yoo Siwoon had almost lost Eunseong. He had nearly let Eunseong slip away. Eunseong could have disappeared and never been seen again. He hadn’t known his carefully cultivated resolve would crumble so easily.

Yoo Siwoon felt disappointment bordering on disgust at how easily he was collapsing, despite having steeled himself against this very thing.

Yet even while clearly aware of this, Yoo Siwoon was sweetly craving acts beyond kissing, with Eunseong trapped in his arms. He wanted to do more. His desire to go further with Eunseong grew like bellows fanning a flame.

Faced with Eunseong, who was pleading that the kiss felt good and that he wanted to remember his first kiss for a long time, Yoo Siwoon was lost in the afterglow, forgetting the obligations an adult should bear.

Eunseong’s lips were more intoxicating than he had imagined, enough to overturn his grand resolve in an instant. They were sweeter than he had expected. Truly honey-sweet lips, and eyes as fair as lilies. Facing Eunseong, who was the fulfillment of prophecy itself, Yoo Siwoon’s body trembled slightly.

Eunseong stroked Yoo Siwoon’s shoulders and neck, which he had wrapped his arms around, caressing the silent wolf. He fondled him as if petting a wolf’s fur, even rubbing the prominent Adam’s apple.

“I’m an adult now too. I’m old enough to know about these things.”

“…How much do you know?”

“The basics… I know that kind of stuff.”

“What kind of basics? Like this?”

Yoo Siwoon’s hand gripped Eunseong’s nape. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled Eunseong’s head down and lifted his chin. Their lips met again as they moved towards each other. The slightly swollen lip skin was moist.

He gently bit Eunseong’s lips with his own, sucking and nibbling with light pressure. The hands embracing his shoulders trembled, clutching at his shirt.

As if to say he didn’t regret it, that he could do even more, Yoo Siwoon’s tongue parted Eunseong’s lips and licked inside. The wet, entangling sounds rang out clearly in the unusually quiet surroundings.

“Hnn… mmm, ah, hah…”

Eunseong’s mouth opened wider, fully accepting his tongue. Eunseong tried licking, overlapping his tongue with the man’s. His throat kept swallowing, tasting Yoo Siwoon.

He lifted Eunseong up. Carrying Eunseong, he left the kitchen, leaving the scattered cooking ingredients as they were. With their lips still joined, Eunseong closed his eyes and clung to him with every part of his body he could use – arms and shoulders.

Their bodies fell heavily onto the living room sofa. Although Eunseong had begged to do more, he hadn’t expected such a rushed development.

Surprised, Eunseong looked up at him as he bore down. Seeing Yoo Siwoon from this angle and perspective was unfamiliar. His heart beat violently, making his ears throb dully.

Supporting his upper body with one elbow, Yoo Siwoon gazed down intently at Eunseong lying beneath him. Eunseong’s painfully strong heartbeat transmitted to him through his skin.

“…We should just do the basics, right?”

Eunseong shook his head at Yoo Siwoon’s question. He didn’t want to stop here. He pulled him down, embracing his neck. Forcibly pulling down Yoo Siwoon, who was reluctant to relax, Eunseong pressed his lips to the other’s.

Yoo Siwoon’s hand brushed back Eunseong’s disheveled hair, revealing his face clearly. He took Eunseong’s lips in his mouth and continued the kiss. Eunseong’s breath became slightly labored, responding to his strong suction as he bit and sucked. His brow grew hot and his vision blurred hazily as if heat shimmers were rising.

The feeling, the sensation made his body float. Feeling good, Eunseong unconsciously began to rub his lower body against Yoo Siwoon’s abdomen. Yoo Siwoon separated the wet flesh that was sticking and rubbing together stickily and raised his head.

“Haa, haa…”

“…I, I want to, I want to do it.”

Eunseong’s face and neck were flushed, his breath hot. Their lower bodies, which were squirming uncontrollably, had swollen, their outlines clearly felt against each other.

“I want to do it. Haa, that, I want to do that.”

Yoo Siwoon cooled Eunseong’s cheek with the back of his hand and caressed various parts of his face as if to soothe him. Although he had stopped taking aphrodisiacs after confirming that Eunseong was the “Great Gap,” he was still one of the few qualified breeders of Seongha, and Eunseong was the prophesied existence prepared for them. Their attraction was like a predestined fate. Moreover, it was only natural for Eunseong, in his prime, to become aroused from such intense contact.

As he kept stroking Eunseong’s hair and patting his forehead and cheeks that were becoming sticky with sweat, Eunseong gradually calmed his sexual excitement. The writhing that had been rubbing against him slowly subsided.

“Are you okay?”

“…I’m really shameless, aren’t I?”

“It’s natural. For this to happen.”

“Is it the same for you, ahjussi?”

Eunseong asked. He nodded. His desire was just as strong, if not stronger.

A moist impulse to explore each other enveloped them both.

The flush that had spread across his face deepened, eventually reddening even Eunseong’s earlobes.

Yoo Siwoon’s lips descended on Eunseong’s temple where warmth was spreading, rubbing against the skin. He kissed his forehead and cheeks, then took the round, fair earlobe in his mouth and sucked gently. Eunseong’s shoulders trembled slightly as he turned his head. The sound of sucking flesh was even more explicit as it came from so close to his ear.

The lips that had been sucking his earlobe moved down to his neck, rubbing moistly against the tender skin. A tingling sensation thrilled down his spine. Eunseong gripped Yoo Siwoon’s shoulders with his hands. Yoo Siwoon, who had been kissing and fondling various parts of his neck, slowly raised his head.

He took a deep breath. It was a breath that said they should stop here, that they shouldn’t go any further.

“…I’m fine though. I can do more.”

“…”

“Really. I’m really okay. I know how to do it.”

Though he said this, Eunseong’s voice was trembling faintly. There was still a slight lingering pain and heat in his lower body.

“If you don’t know well, ahjussi, I can teach you.”

“I know too.”

“…Then why are you stopping?”

The thirst to become a beast driven only by instinct, beyond bodily control, and to crave something primal from him kept surging.

“Because I’m conservative.”

Yoo Siwoon’s voice was very low. Hearing it up close made the inside of Eunseong’s ears tingle as if brushed with a feather.

“What does that mean?”

“It means we don’t talk at times like this.”

As if to say there were too many words, that at times like this, when they were looking at each other, words weren’t necessary, he lowered his face and came closer.

Unlike his outward appearance of calmly soothing Eunseong, Yoo Siwoon’s back was damp with cold sweat.

Just imagining Eunseong looking into his true thoughts and seeing how much he was holding back was terrible for Yoo Siwoon.

This was right. Rather than losing Eunseong, rather than not having him, rather than letting him be taken by someone who only saw him as an object of mating, it was right to have him, to keep him inside himself. He was doing the right thing.

Constantly justifying his desire to overlap his body with Eunseong’s even a little more, Yoo Siwoon kissed the slightly parted red lips, entwining their tongues and deeply sucking and swallowing.