Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 43

Why was Cha Moogyul so obsessed with Baek Heeheon’s experience, or lack thereof? After hearing his confession about liking men, wasn’t it too harsh to interrogate him, assuming he’d been sleeping around recklessly for the past five years? It’s not like Heeheon had been acting in a way that would invite such misunderstandings… Or was he just criticizing Baek Heeheon for no reason at all, simply because he hated him…

“Because all this time, I’ve been… guiding, you strangely.”

“What? Speak clearly.”

“The guiding… I’ve been guiding you all this time while… aroused.”

“So you’re saying it’s my fault?”

“Yeah, you son of a bitch…”

Heeheon didn’t know what to do and just kept enduring it. It was already overwhelming enough just to take the finger parting his mucous membrane, but Cha Moogyul’s constant spiteful remarks made him even more disoriented. Cha Moogyul slowly moved his wrist back and forth, pressing gently inside. He moved his hand as if searching for a specific spot.

At first, it was so tight that the scraping skin just stung, but as he continued to poke the inside with his fingertip, at some point, Heeheon’s toes began to curl. A faint, tingling sensation shot up his spine, and his breathing started to become ragged.

“Haha. This is fun.”

Cha Moogyul let out a low laugh. It was the first time he’d laughed since they left the Center, having looked displeased and in low spirits the entire way home.

“I guess I have ruined hyung a little.”

Even in a situation like this, Heeheon thought his laughter sounded so wonderful. He was beyond saving. Gasping and dazed, Heeheon thought he needed to get a grip and started counting prime numbers in his head. ‘2, 3, 5…’ But he was immediately cut off.

“Still, you’d better stop the guiding. What are you trying to do by getting me more excited right now?”

Again. 2, 3, 5…

“Whenever I guide with you, Baek Heeheon, I feel like I become just a thrashing beast.”

2, 3…

“I guarantee it. Every single esper bastard you’ve guided was fucking you in their minds.”

“Wh… what?”

“That’s the kind of creature an esper is. Primal instincts, desires, even I get this worked up.”

“…”

“Did you really not know?”

Heeheon lifted the eyelids he had squeezed shut and opened his eyes to a slit. He saw Cha Moogyul with an irritable smile on his lips. His face was clearly showing his lust. He was intensely, seethingly aroused as he coveted Heeheon’s body.

Now he could tell. What Heeheon had thought was an esper’s instinct and desire, was in fact, all of it.

Ah…

“How clueless… Are you naive, or just childish?”

“I, I had no idea.”

“You probably didn’t. Right. Now that you know, don’t even make eye contact with any esper bastards you pass by. It’s fucking annoying when you stand out…”

Cha Moogyul muttered under his breath and added another finger. Two fingers pushed their way through the narrow hole, forging a path inside. Then, he pressed firmly on the spot he had been persistently touching just a moment ago. In response, Heeheon reacted involuntarily, bucking his hips with a gasp. Hahk!

“Hah…!”

A thrilling sensation resonated deep in his lower abdomen. The feeling that had just felt strange until moments ago was now building into a very shallow pleasure. Sure enough, his shaft was already erect and dripping precum. Even though it hadn’t been touched, the clear fluid pooled at the opening of his urethra, wetting the flushed tip. As his cock twitched, a drop of precum fell onto his stomach.

“Wait, th-there… Don’t do it there.”

“Here, you like it?”

“Ugh, ngh.”

Heeheon blushed and groaned in distress. He was at the point where he almost wished Cha Moogyul would just fuck him now. He felt an unwarranted anxiety that he might cum from just the fingers. Heeheon let go of the sheets he’d been clutching and lightly gripped Cha Moogyul’s shoulder.

“Just, don’t do that, just do it… Anyway, the guiding, I can’t seem to disconnect properly…”

He wrapped his wrists around Cha Moogyul’s neck, pulled him closer, and looked at his face. His disheveled black hair, his exquisite eyes, and his curled lips… Now, he thought he finally understood. Why Cha Moogyul had treated Baek Heeheon that way.

<Actually, I always felt that rage whenever I saw you, hyung…>

<You know what? There are times when I really want to kill you.>

<Do you get it? I feel fucking shitty. Enough to want to act like a son of a bitch.>

It must have been because of the guiding.

Because every time Baek Heeheon guided Cha Moogyul, it made him feel an unwanted sexual desire. Because he would get turned on looking at a man’s body, looking at Baek Heeheon, even though he didn’t want to… He must have hated feeling lust for a man. Yet, since he had manifested as an esper, guiding was necessary, and every time he was guided, he would get aroused… which must have made it even more disgusting for him.

Now he understood. All his questions were answered.

Why Cha Moogyul.

Why Baek Heeheon.

Why he wanted to kill him.

Why he wouldn’t let him go.

Why he guided him in such a way…

If that was his situation, it all made sense—wanting to kill Heeheon, wanting to possess the Heeheon who provided guiding and not share him with others, and even guiding him by stripping and groping him like that.

‘That must be why he said he felt rage.’

It was a nice dream, for a moment.

He had jumped to the conclusion that Cha Moogyul truly wanted him, that he desired Heeheon of his own free will. He had interpreted it in a way that suited him. In reality, it was all a misunderstanding; from the very beginning until now, he had never once wanted Baek Heeheon. He was surely not someone who was into men in the first place. It was just, all because of the guiding… The desire that had built up and been suppressed through guiding had exploded in an instant…

So this, right now,

for him, was just…

An excretion.

“Hurry up and put it in, and hurry… and finish it.”

Heeheon hugged him and whispered with difficulty.

“You doing this with me, it’s not because you want to. Hah, it’s just you taking out your anger.”

“…”

“I get it now. That I, that my guiding is what got you this aroused, shit… The truth is, you’re disgusted to death doing this with me, right? So just… hurry up and get it all over with.”

He mustered the courage to urge him on, but Cha Moogyul showed no particular reaction to his words. No, he let out a short, incredulous laugh. The sound of a soft chuckle, like air escaping, reached his ears.

“Says who.”

He lowered his gaze resolutely and shot back with a displeased look.

“The only one who doesn’t want this is probably you, hyung. I feel good when you’re squirming beneath me.”

What.

Cha Moogyul… what?

“It’d be even better if you were docile for once…”

“…”

“Whatever, just keep your legs spread properly.”

As if there was no need for more words, Cha Moogyul crashed his lips onto his. His lower lip was pressed, and a tongue delved through his dazedly parted teeth. He should have been used to his brand of fierce kissing by now, yet it was still disconcerting and made his heart pound. His tongue was licked, his lips sucked.

Heeheon was frozen stiff, passively receiving the kiss at first, but then he slowly extended his own tongue to respond. His lowered eyelashes wouldn’t stop fluttering, and his head was spinning. His body felt like it would melt from his scorching body heat.

‘Cha Moogyul… said he feels good…?’

Heeheon’s arms, wrapped around his neck, flinched. It was a gesture filled with hesitation, wondering if it was okay to embrace him more tightly.

‘He said I’m the only one who doesn’t want this…?’

Then,

if that’s the case, that means.

That Cha Moogyul also, right now, this act… d-does he like it?

He wasn’t sure if this was a delusion this time. He thought he had woken up from a short dream, but could it be that it was actually a longer dream…? Overly excited, Heeheon was almost sobbing. His hips swayed with the slick movements of the fingers delving inside his ass. As much as he was crazy for Cha Moogyul, he himself found it surprising that he could feel this much his first time.

“Hahh, I’m, going to, come.”

“Already?”

“Ah, ah! Now, I’m co…”

“Heh, I didn’t even touch your front…”

Splat, splat, Heeheon sprayed his white fluid. Ashamed, he belatedly groaned and closed his knees and legs. The semen he had ejaculated splattered onto Cha Moogyul’s lower abdomen, trickling down his hard muscles. Lust boiled at the erotic sight of the white fluid pooling on his black uniform pants. Heeheon was completely lost in the moment.

‘Ugh… What do I do. What do I do. This feels so good… I can’t stand it.’

Cha Moogyul wiped away the sticky semen that had splattered on his trousers with his fingertips. Just watching the white fluid get tangled on his fingers was enough to drive him crazy. It was so lewd. But, he didn’t even leave that hand alone. He opened his mouth, extended his red tongue, and licked the semen off his fingertips to taste it. As if he were trying to taste Heeheon.

“It’s thicker than last time.”

Heeheon’s eyes went wide. Within his rounded eyes, his pupils shook uncontrollably.

“Still fast, though.”

Cha Moogyul slowly pulled out the hand that had been probing his hole. Only then did he unfasten the buckle of his pants, and the way the fabric of his thigh bulged as if it would burst was extraordinary. He already knew it was big from their various encounters, but it had always been trapped inside his pants. He had never actually seen it taken out of his clothes before, so he was nervous.