Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 23

In the grayish-brown eyes of the despairing Heeheon, the abyss he had hidden and suppressed for so long finally erupted. His gaze trembled pitifully as a rapturous firework display went off within him.

‘I am guiding him. That is why I am kissing him like this. It cannot be helped…’

Cha Moogyul.

Cha Moogyul.

To touch him freely.

To covet him freely.

To freely…

Guide him…

Heeheon stopped his hands that had been pushing away and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Then, he desperately closed his eyes and entrusted his body to his flow.

“Hngh…”

Whatever Baek Heeheon did now would hold no meaning for Cha Moogyul. It would not be able to leave even a single scratch on his mind or his heart. The day when Cha Moogyul would look at Baek Heeheon the way Baek Heeheon looked at Cha Moogyul would never come.

If that was the immutable law established between them, Heeheon decided to accept and follow it.

Now that the pretense of being brothers had disappeared anyway…

‘It feels… so good…’

Heeheon let out a small moan and clung to him. His thoroughly sucked tongue tingled. Saliva flowed between them, making both their lips glisten equally.

Cha Moogyul… he is like the sea.

At first, you only watch from a distance, but before you know it, your feet are wet, your knees are submerged, the water reaches your waist, and by the time you come to your senses, you are in up to your neck, being swept away by the waves. Perhaps he would only realize where the end of this feeling lies after being buried at the bottom of the sea.

It feels so good that it is unbearable, and for that reason, he hates him just as much.

Heeheon chose to let himself be completely submerged in him, right up to the top of his head.

*

Anything is difficult the first time. Once you cross the line, it is common to crumble uncontrollably.

It was the same for Baek Heeheon. At some point, Heeheon’s guiding had transformed into an act that was embarrassing to even call guiding.

After that day, he stopped going to the guiding room and guided Cha Moogyul in various places throughout the house. At some point, he stopped properly wearing his combat uniform as well. He would brazenly cling to him, kiss him, and mix their tongues even while wearing his everyday clothes. There was no longer any hesitation in his actions.

And in doing so, Heeheon realized.

‘Ah. I’m trash.’

So that’s what it was.

‘I just wanted to do this from long ago. I wanted to throw everything away and give up…’

Now, even when the pager rang, Heeheon did not look for his combat uniform. It had been a long time since he had even touched his goggles and gloves. Even as he went out to guide Cha Moogyul dressed just as he was, in a white t-shirt and gray training pants, his steps were infinitely light.

It was a truly strange state of affairs. Despite knowing he should not be doing this, despite feeling the fear of committing a taboo and a dark sense of immorality, his heart fluttered more at the thought of being able to kiss Cha Moogyul.

Heeheon went down the stairs, his indoor slippers dragging. Cha Moogyul was sitting on the living room sofa. Heeheon looked at him. And his gaze met his eyes, which were like a lonely night.

Was it because he had already crossed the line once? Or was it the result of giving up? Even after meeting his eyes, he felt no desire to look away. The efforts he had made to hide his feelings until now seemed futile.

Cha Moogyul’s brow furrowed slightly. He probably thought Heeheon would look away as usual, but Heeheon was still staring intently into his eyes. A Baek Heeheon who did not avert his gaze was something utterly unfamiliar and unknown to Cha Moogyul.

“……”

Heeheon slowly closed the distance.

He approached the front of the sofa where Cha Moogyul was sitting and blinked once, briefly. Then, he carefully settled himself onto his lap. At this point, a faint, wavering agitation surfaced in Cha Moogyul’s jet-black eyes.

Heeheon just thought, he did not know anymore.

‘This is just guiding, after all…’

He reached out with both hands and gently cupped his face.

That frighteningly handsome face, he pulled his cheeks to bring his head closer.

“…Cha Moogyul. Focus.”

He could touch him freely, without any worries. And not just his cheeks, but even more intimate actions.

“Today, I’m just going to finish it quickly like this…”

Heeheon closed his eyes and pressed his lips to his.

Cha Moogyul’s face was cool like a statue, while Heeheon’s palms were burning hot.

He tilted his head and gently pressed and rubbed their joined lips together. He lightly swallowed his warm breath and, consciously restraining his trembling, carefully extended his tongue. It felt as if all the nerve cells in his body were concentrated on his tongue. With a shameful smack sound, Heeheon’s soft tongue licked his lips. With extreme focus, carefully, he took his lower lip into his mouth and kissed it.

It was, how should one put it. A shy kiss.

One that contained shyness, first love, purity. Things like that… It was purely and entirely Baek Heeheon himself.

“Hngh…”

The cores within their chests reacted, connecting them. Cha Moogyul, who had been slightly suspicious of Heeheon’s actions, showed no particular sign and responded to Heeheon once the guiding began.

“Hyung.”

“Ah…”

He wrapped both arms around Baek Heeheon’s waist and held him fully in his embrace. The feel of his solid frame and muscles was now quite familiar. And from the moment the lead was taken from him, the shy kiss transformed into an instinctive act mixed with desire and craving.

Cha Moogyul pushed his hand deep inside the t-shirt and began to fondle Heeheon’s scant chest, grabbing the flesh. His nipples, so small they were usually unnoticeable, stood erect.

Though not as much as mucosal contact, the nipples had thin skin, making them more efficient for guiding than regular skin contact. Perhaps noticing the difference, Cha Moogyul touched the area around his chest quite persistently. He rubbed the nipple as if pressing down on it with his fingertip, then flicked it with his thumb.

Heeheon flinched and grimaced. He could not stand it when his chest was touched and slightly opened his closed eyes. And then, his gaze immediately met his heated eyes.

It seemed Cha Moogyul had been watching Baek Heeheon the entire time they were guiding.

He smirked and slightly pulled his lips away.

“You’re being very obedient. I thought you’d be saying something unpleasant by now.”

“…Should I say something for you?”

“Go ahead and try. If you’ve got the guts.”

“Forget it… Just hurry up and receive the guiding and go…”

Heeheon observed Cha Moogyul with hazy eyes.

He, as was to be expected given the circumstances, was intoxicated by the guiding. He had lost his reason and was immersed in the instincts he was born with as an Esper. His characteristic cool expression had crumbled, and his sensual black eyes were drooling with greed.

His lowered eyelids opened and closed slowly. Then, they curved softly.

With a gentle smile, Cha Moogyul looked at Baek Heeheon as if looking at something lovely. The being that provided the guiding essential for an Esper’s survival, the one and only being that could resolve his imbalance. It was impossible not to be delighted. The more Cha Moogyul handled his powerful psychic abilities as an Esper, the more brilliantly his power bloomed, the more he needed guiding.

Like all Espers, Cha Moogyul desperately coveted Baek Heeheon.

“Then… should we just, take our clothes off.”

His voice melted stickily into his ear. It was as if sweet honey had been poured into his ear.

“It would probably end faster that way.”

“……”

Heeheon lowered his head without a word.

It was a silent affirmation.

Heeheon first slowly lowered the hands he had placed on his face. He undid the buttons on Cha Moogyul’s shirt one by one, his hands trembling. He felt breathless.

He did not know how much he had wanted to touch him.

How many times had he fumbled because of the robe loosely tied at the waist. He had averted his gaze, hidden his hands behind his back, and fidgeted like a person caught stealing.

As he unbuttoned the shirt, his body, which seemed to contain an artistic spirit like a sculpture displayed in a museum, was revealed. His skin was flawless and smooth like marble, and his bone structure, something one could not have without being born with it, was admirable. And a deep fragrance emanated from him.

Heeheon slowly lowered his gaze. Cha Moogyul’s military dog tags, hanging from a chain around his neck, were draped between his pectoral muscles.

‘I-is it, o-okay, to touch…?’

What conscience did he have left at this point.

While he was hesitating slightly, Cha Moogyul pulled Heeheon’s t-shirt up with a rough motion. Heeheon’s arms went up, his hair flipped back, and his top was removed.

Just like him, dog tags dangled and swayed on Heeheon’s chest.

“Nice… Come here.”

Cha Moogyul pulled Heeheon into a sudden embrace.

“Ah!”

Once again, their lips pressed together fully.

“Hmph, ngh.”

“Mm…”

There was no holding back now. They pressed their bare skin against each other and clung together. They rushed forward as if their brakes had failed. The large leather sofa felt cramped with the two adult men shifting on it. As much as Cha Moogyul touched Baek Heeheon, Baek Heeheon also touched him.

He slid his hand slowly down his wrist and ran his thumb over his chest muscles, which were completely devoid of fat. Not only that, but he even tried squeezing them in his palm. The firm and hard texture was mystical. Even though they had the same kind of body, Cha Moogyul was different.

‘What’s his body fat percentage? His skeletal muscle mass…?’

Workouts… what kind of workouts did he usually do.

Did he manage his body even before coming to the special residential district? Then, how did he live in the general residential district? What did he usually do? Cha Moogyul, how had Cha Moogyul lived all this time…?

While Baek Heeheon was gone… what did he think about…?

‘There’s no way he missed me, right…?’

Ah.

‘You idiot. You’re a lost cause, Baek Heeheon. You’re hopeless.’