Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 26

“……”

Did he come looking for me as soon as the call went off…? The face I was met with felt like he, too, had been waiting just for the guiding time, just like me. Though that could never be true. Not even if the sky fell and the earth caved in…

Cha Moogyul smiled coolly and took off his shirt. He crossed his arms in an X shape, took off his t-shirt in one go, and placed it on the chest of drawers. Heeheon could only blink his silently surprised eyes.

“What are you doing. Not taking it off.”

“…Ah. Right.”

Is he planning to do the guiding here today.

‘But why am I taking my clothes off as I’m told. This can’t be right.’

Heeheon followed Cha Moogyul’s lead and took off his t-shirt. It felt like it would be taken off a little later anyway, but still, he felt a sense of hesitation.

Heeheon, who had hung his t-shirt on a chair, tilted his chin and glanced at Cha Moogyul.

‘…Ha, really, why is he so handsome. Am I actually super into faces?’

Cha Moogyul was a rare beauty, and his sculpted features were so perfect and outstanding that it was breathtaking every time he saw them.

Among them, Cha Moogyul’s eyes were truly unparalleled. His appearance alone already exuded enough of a commanding presence, but the spirit contained within his eyes overwhelmed even that. His jet-black eyes, which looked like holes had been punched into his face, held an unseen power that moved people’s emotions.

While he was stealing a glance at his face, Cha Moogyul muttered lowly.

“Did you know? This room smells like you, hyung.”

What…?

He was about to ask, but Cha Moogyul was faster.

He strode towards Heeheon, lifted his chin with one hand, and immediately pressed their lips together.

“Mph.”

Something felt strange. Baek Heeheon was a hopeless case, so he was overly conscious of things like Cha Moogyul’s scent, but why was Cha Moogyul. No, that aside, the smell of his hyung? What is that. What kind of smell…?

‘…Do I smell?’

I shower and clean my room every day. Of all things, why would he say that right before a kiss…

Heeheon flinched and shrank back passively. Even though he had been eagerly awaiting the guiding, he could not bring himself to pounce on him as he wanted. He was so worried and conscious about what kind of smell he was giving off that it was hard to concentrate on the kiss.

Seeing Heeheon’s uncomfortable and groaning reaction, Cha Moogyul frowned lightly. Then, he gently pulled and bit his lip, questioning Heeheon.

“What are you doing. Focus.”

“…Wait a minute, please.”

“You’re frozen. Completely frozen.”

Pulling his lips away, he lightly tapped Heeheon’s cheek with his index finger. It was an ambiguous gesture, it was unclear whether he meant to snap him out of it or was just toying with him.

“You were quite proactive last time… Even climbing onto someone’s lap. And taking off their clothes.”

“…”

“You know how to do it, so don’t back out now.”

Now, he cupped Heeheon’s cheek with his palm and squeezed it. As if squishing a glutinous rice cake.

After kneading and squishing his cheek, the hand that had moved away now grabbed Heeheon’s shoulder. It seemed to be lightly stroking down his shoulder line, but then it pushed Baek Heeheon towards the bed.

Heeheon tried to hold his ground, not wanting to be pushed so easily. But Cha Moogyul was relentless. As if he was now annoyed with holding back and being considerate, Cha Moogyul pushed him without any restraint in his hands. When he even put his weight into it, Heeheon had no choice but to naturally fall onto the bed.

“Ugh!”

The two of them tumbled onto the expensive, soft mattress, their bodies overlapping. Cha Moogyul’s face, which he caught a glimpse of, had an impatient smile on it.

The fallen Heeheon propped himself up on his elbows and raised his upper body. But his efforts to get up were futile, as Cha Moogyul pulled Heeheon’s arm out and laid him back down. He even grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed to prevent him from moving.

Heeheon asked back in bewilderment.

“Wait a minute… why are you suddenly like this.”

“I’ve always been like this. It’s just that you didn’t know, hyung.”

He immediately pressed his lips down on his.

He devoured Heeheon’s mouth as if taking a bite of a soft fruit like a white peach, and inserted his tongue deeply. He then familiarly intertwined their tongues and sucked on it. Cha Moogyul was now acting as if Baek Heeheon’s mouth was his own. He surely thought it was okay to stir and rummage around as he pleased.

“Hoo…”

“Ngh, ah.”

As his tongue was slickly sucked on, the guiding began. Their cores reacted, and the sensation of being connected became distinct. Heeheon, who had given up resisting, relaxed his body and squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to accept the hot and vivid stimulation that was being transmitted to him and focused on the guiding. He wrung out and overworked the core in his chest, and slowly resolved the imbalance that had accumulated in Cha Moogyul, who was connected to him.

Cha Moogyul, as expected, did not stay still. He slowly slid his hand up from the wrist he was holding, to the upper arm and armpit. The folded part inside his armpit tickled. When Heeheon instinctively flinched slightly, Cha Moogyul moved his hand more explicitly and wantonly.

At some point, he grabbed and fondled his underbust, then rubbed his nipple with his thumb as if pressing down on it. It was a man’s body after all. Though less so compared to the naturally muscular Cha Moogyul, it was a stiff body that did not bend easily due to his muscles. He had trained for five years in the special residential district, so of course he had muscles too.

Heeheon’s chest heaved violently as he panted. He had to focus on the guiding, but as he was being kissed and his chest was being fondled, his mind kept getting scattered. Heeheon raised his arm and placed his hand on Cha Moogyul’s head. When he grabbed his jet-black hair by the roots and pulled back slightly, their lips barely separated a little.

“You, ugh, don’t touch me so much like that.”

The military dog tags hanging around their necks had been tangled together for some time now. Cha Moogyul tilted his head as if he had heard something funny. The tangled dog tags clinked like chains.

“How much did I even touch you.”

“…Just holding it is enough to guide. Go slowly.”

“Why, are you worried you’ll get hard again?”

“That…”

“Haha, does it feel filthy to feel it with my hands?”

Cha Moogyul was rough and explicit today. Heeheon remained pinned under him, his mucous membranes continuously being sucked on. His heavy weight, which seemed to be composed of pure muscle and bone, pressed down on Heeheon without holding back. It felt like being crushed by a rock. Heeheon groaned and gripped Cha Moogyul’s hair tightly.

“Ngh, mm. Hng!”

Focus, I just can’t focus…

His expression twisted on its own. His face was probably red from panting. He felt like he was already starting to sweat on his back. It was always overwhelming to guide Cha Moogyul, but this was the first time it had been like this.

Cha Moogyul casually fiddled with the groaning Baek Heeheon. He touched Heeheon’s ear here and there as if treating him like an object he could touch as he pleased, and stroked his torso from his armpit to his side.

Dangerous. Every place he touched burned as if seared by fire, and his strength gave out and he went limp.

“Wait, your hand, really stop for a bit…”

“I don’t want to.”

“Fuck… you, just listen to me, you bastard.”

“Why should I.”

He stroked Heeheon’s waist teasingly. He even thought that there was no part of his body that Cha Moogyul’s touch had not reached.

“Baek Heeheon, you’ve always treated me like shit. There’s no reason I can’t do the same.”

“…So you’re trying to get revenge on me or something? Like this?”

“Who knows.”

He lightly shifted his lower body, which was pressed against his. His thigh was pressed, and stimulation was applied directly to his lower region. Heeheon flinched and shrank back.

“You just focus on guiding, hyung.”

“Wait a min… Mph!”

Cha Moogyul pressed their lips together and continued his actions. His intertwining tongue was not just persistent, but frighteningly sticky. His fondling hands were also unrestrained, and most of all, their pressed-together lower halves were a big problem.

He could feel a heavy, piercing mass.

Cha Moogyul was erect, just like before. It seemed he had reacted to the pleasure and thrill of the guiding. His pants looked like they were about to burst.

‘This bastard, why, why is he so big…?’

Had he not been able to properly gauge it last time because of the chaos? Was that his original size? What, it’s not like he’s hiding a gun in his pants… The thickness and length were not fully concealed even by his clothes. It was to the point where he thought daily life would be inconvenient if he were that big.

‘What do I do. First, the guiding, I need to focus…’

The flustered Heeheon fumbled. He tried to suppress his feelings and stay as calm as possible, but it was not easy.

It was natural. This situation was unexpected. Who would have known Cha Moogyul would act like this. To suddenly pounce on him on the bed and attack him as he pleased today, as if taking out his anger. No matter how much Heeheon braced himself and renewed his resolve, in the end, Cha Moogyul had toppled all his plans like a line of dominoes.

“Haah…”

Heeheon let out a small groan and panted. Meanwhile, Cha Moogyul continuously thrust his hips. The space between his legs was pressed hard. Even though they had not taken off their pants, he had the illusion that their bare skin was rubbing against each other. Once again, Heeheon managed to stop him with difficulty.

“Ah, hng, don’t thrust your hips.”

“What.”

“Below… don’t rub it like that.”

“Are you turned on? You’re getting hard again today, hyung.”

Tilting his face, which was bunched up with heat, Cha Moogyul wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand. Saliva, he did not know whose, was wiped away.

“If you’re like this with me, you must have been going wild when you were dealing with other Espers…”

“What, you keep talking bullshit, fuck…”

“So it’s not true?”

“You, what about you, why are you so hard. Do you like guiding that much?”

“…”

“Can’t you hold it in? I guess you’re about to go crazy? Control yourself a little. Do some more training to hold it in or something…”

Cha Moogyul watched Heeheon in silence.