Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 14

“Hyung.”

At some point, Cha Moogyul called out to Heeheon once. It was a call filled with an unspoken meaning. Heeheon’s dry lips moved. He tried to answer, but no words came out. Then, Cha Moogyul asked as if interrogating him.

“What are you going to do now?”

He squeezed his hand as if he were holding Heeheon accountable for his lack of virtue. Heeheon’s brow furrowed in distress. The hand he was holding hurt, and the responding core was overwhelming and difficult to bear. But what was even more troubling was the future that was to come.

“No matter how I look at it, it seems like a futile effort. How much are you going to torment me this time.”

“Wait. Not yet….”

“Enough already. I’ve waited long enough. I don’t know if all Espers are like this, but this fucking guiding, it’s hard to control myself….”

Cha Moogyul pulled Heeheon’s hand forcefully toward himself. He had straightened his back with all his might, but it was futile as his upper body was pulled forward and fell into his embrace. As his posture changed, his gaze, which had been fixed on the clock as if nailed to it, also wavered and turned to him. Cha Moogyul roughly squeezed and twisted his wrist, as if to crush the bones in his fingers.

“Just, I’ll show you.”

He held their intertwined hands and pulled them upward. Between Baek Heeheon and Cha Moogyul, he ostentatiously straightened Heeheon’s fingers one by one and brought them to his lips.

“What you have to do.”

Heeheon flinched, his shoulders trembling. He tried to pull his hand back, but he was holding his wrist firmly and pressing it down. Almost pinning it down, the tips of Heeheon’s fingers were pressed and rubbed against Cha Moogyul’s lips.

“Accept it. All of it.”

He, who was biting his finger, let out a sneer.

“What was it you said. Dirty and unhygienic, was it……. Then is someone else pure white and clean?”

“……”

“We’re both the same.”

His healthy-colored lips parted slightly along Baek Heeheon’s fingers. Inside, his well-aligned teeth could be seen. Cha Moogyul, whom he had only felt to be unreal, Cha Moogyul, who was like a beautiful delusion, he who was cool like a desolate night and always uniquely outstanding on his own…. His skin was that of a very much alive person, his lips were soft, and his tongue was warm and wet.

Cha Moogyul ostentatiously swallowed Baek Heeheon’s finger deep into his mouth and curved his long eyes. Consciously suppressing his trembling, Heeheon entrusted his fingers to him.

“……”

Cha Moogyul….

I’m touching Cha Moogyul’s tongue….

When he bent his knuckles and gently pushed his fingers into his mouth, they were lightly bitten by his white front teeth, and a soft sensation was felt at his fingertips. His moist and warm tongue licked Heeheon as if gliding.

Heeheon used his nails to press against his lower lip as if to pry it open. At that, Cha Moogyul let out a throaty laugh and willingly parted his lips.

It felt like his breath would stop. His lungs had stopped functioning and were not breathing in oxygen. His wide-open eyes wandered in the air. He did not even have the presence of mind to lift his upper body, which had fallen onto him.

‘Soft.’

Crazy bastard. Why are you offering your lips?

Even if it’s for guiding, why are you so quick to accept something that’s no different from foreplay….

‘This is good…. Ugh.’

This is wrong.

This is really wrong.

Heeheon carefully traced a circle on his tongue, as if drawing on it.

At that, Cha Moogyul wrapped his tongue around Heeheon’s fingers and mumbled with a slurred pronunciation.

“You alwaysth have to take the hard way around when there’s an eathy one.”

His husky, subdued voice, his dark eyes excited with a fervent desire, the hot breaths that were being exhaled irregularly between his teeth, and his bangs that were gradually becoming disheveled and falling downward….

Cha Moogyul, with his eyes narrowed, gazed at Heeheon. The gaze in his eyes, as they met, gradually heated up. Cha Moogyul became more and more intoxicated with the mucous membrane contact guiding, gnawing on the base of his fingers.

The core in his chest trembled. His presence was felt so clearly. It resonated and sang, overlapping with Cha Moogyul as one. It felt as if not only his fingers but his entire body was being swallowed whole.

Even though he knew it was a desire for guiding, Heeheon mixed his own heat with his. Even though water and oil cannot be mixed, even though they will eventually separate when cooled, for this moment, heated as they were, they could blend together as a single desire.

As if the two of them desired each other.

They were doing something like a summer that would pass in a single season.

It is futile because he knows it is an association with a predetermined end, and for that reason, he should resign himself to it even more, but….

“Hoo….”

“……”

“Ugh….”

Why.

Why does Cha Moogyul make Baek Heeheon’s heart race time and time again.

Why does he always strike down like a thunderbolt on the life Baek Heeheon has built, and why does he disturb Baek Heeheon’s heart so tempestuously, and why does he make him fall into deeper despair, the more desperate he was.

Because Cha Moogyul is Cha Moogyul.

Because Baek Heeheon is Baek Heeheon.

Did it have to turn out this way?

‘I’m trembling. What should I do. I’m hot.’

My expression, what kind of expression am I making right now?

My face must have turned bright red. What should I do?

Heeheon sighed and mumbled.

“Ouch, don’t use your teeth. It hurts….”

“Haa.”

Cha Moogyul, excited by the guiding, did not even pay attention to his words and continued to chew on the base of his fingers. The stimulation was much stronger than he had longed for and imagined for so long, so much so that it could not even be compared.

“It hurts, I said it hurts….”

As he was being licked, sucked, and chewed on by him, Heeheon began to count prime numbers one by one. ‘2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31….’ By the time he counted the eleventh prime number, his train of thought was broken. Again.

‘2, 3, 5, 7, 11, ah.’

Again.

‘2, 3, 5… 2, 3….’

Again.

Heeheon, who had counted 2, 3, and 5 dozens of times, finally gave up and blushed. His ears were also faintly red, and his shoulders slumped downward. His heartbeat grew louder. The throbbing came in endless waves like the sea.

‘Stop.’

I can’t. I really can’t. Not anymore….

‘If I fall any deeper….’

The strength gradually drained from his body, which was leaning against him. He belatedly felt an arm wrap around his waist. Cha Moogyul was supporting Heeheon’s waist with his hand and holding him. Their chests grew so close as if they would touch, and his mind became completely empty, unable to think of anything anymore.

The thrill that traveled up his fingertips. Cha Moogyul’s body heat. The soft sensation of the inside of his mouth, so soft that it was hard to believe it was a part of his body, whom he had considered a strong, perfect, and unreal being….

The finger being gnawed on throbbed with pain, but he did not have the capacity to focus his consciousness on the pain. Even as he was being bitten, Heeheon quietly offered his hand. The vermilion color peeking between his lips kept stealing his heart, and he had no choice but to melt into it.

Heeheon’s fingers were soaked, and just as much, his heart, which had been clad in sturdy armor, also became deeply soaked.

*

As usual, he had a restless night. Ever since he moved into this house, Heeheon had not slept peacefully for a single moment. He curled his body at the edge of the bed and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall; it was 5:38 AM.

He did not even have the willpower to toss and turn. Lying in bed would only lead to more stray thoughts.

Heeheon forced himself to get up and drew the curtains. A milky white morning fog was thick outside the window. Seeing how humid it was, the rainy season must be starting soon. After stretching and loosening up his body with his stretching routine, Heeheon stepped out of the bedroom.

A white bandage was wrapped around the fingers of the hand that grabbed and opened the doorknob. Last night, that bastard Cha Moogyul had sucked and chewed on his hand so recklessly that it eventually started to bleed. To exaggerate a little, the base of his finger was almost severed. It was not a severe enough wound to require treatment with a healing factor, so he simply disinfected it and put on a bandage, but since the wound was on his finger, it seemed like it would be bothersome until it healed.

‘What is this mess again. It’s so empty. I’m not even angry anymore.’

Heeheon let out an empty laugh. The bandage wrapped around his finger looked as if he were wearing a ring. Was it because the bandage was white? He never thought his habit of favoring the color white would become a problem in a situation like this.

‘Hmph, a ring my ass.’

Should I just rip it off.

Heeheon scowled and went into the bathroom. He washed his face simply and trudged down the stairs to the first floor. He passed through the spacious living room and dining room and headed to the coffee machine in the kitchen. There was a semi-automatic machine that ground beans and brewed coffee. He did not know how to operate it, but he had seen Cha Moogyul do it over his shoulder a few times.

Heeheon roughly imitated what he had seen and made coffee. The result tasted bitter and burnt, but it was not as bad as he thought. It was not at a level where he could not drink it.

‘Hmm. This is okay.’

Heeheon sipped and finished the entire cup of coffee.

Even after all that, it was still only around 6:14 AM. He washed the cup in the sink and stood there, staring blankly around the kitchen. Since Cha Moogyul had always set out a meal for two with clockwork precision, he had never had a chance to look around, but now that he saw it, the kitchen was also perfectly impeccable. It looked like a hotel kitchen.

All sorts of tableware were neatly stored in the spacious cabinets, and on the wall, kitchen knives for different purposes were displayed, sharpened to a razor’s edge. There were also three ovens, and when he opened a lower cabinet slightly, he saw that there was no cooking utensil that was not there, from pots to frying pans.

Furthermore, it was an island-style structure, with a silver hood coming down from the central ceiling to face a six-burner stove. The countertop was also very wide, and everywhere he looked was sparkling clean, indicating that it was well-maintained. That was not all. There were two refrigerators, a dishwasher, a dedicated cup washer and sterilizer, and the coffee machine he had seen earlier…. As he looked around, it seemed like there was no end to it.