Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 87

A ragged breath, eyes submerged in silence, a deep wound that pulled you in like a swamp. The tense atmosphere that lingered between them, like accomplices sharing the same crime, was still present, but a vague yet soft afterimage felt even greater than that.

Perhaps it was a trace of affection; they stopped there and pressed their foreheads together. Cha Moogyul and Baek Heeheon, you and I, the world outside the house beyond each other was forgotten, and only the two of them remained, just as they were.

His hand slowly covered Heeheon’s lower abdomen as he continued to hiccup with faint tremors. He slowly rubbed it with his palm, meeting his eyes and persistently repeating the same question.

“Did it hurt?”

Even though he had already finished cumming, he was still buried inside him, so the sexual sensation was maintained. Heeheon hiccupped and managed to shake his head.

“Then, were you hurt?”

“N-no…”

After taking some time to catch his breath, Heeheon belatedly let out the words he hadn’t finished. It was an embarrassing thing he would never have been able to say if he were sober.

“Because it’s dirty…”

“Dirty…?”

“When you stab deep in there… I… leak.”

Should he console himself that it was better than before since it was in the bathroom this time? Or should he be more ashamed because it was the second time he made the mistake? He just wished they could wash up quickly. Drain all the water in the tub, lather up, and wash every nook and cranny of their bodies…

But Cha Moogyul’s reaction was a bit strange.

“Ah.”

He blinked once as if he had heard an unexpected answer, then let out a short, deflated laugh. His fierce gaze, which had seemed determined not to leave Heeheon alone, also seemed to have lost half its intensity.

“Ah… haha.”

“What’s so funny… Don’t laugh.”

Heeheon struggled, pushing against his clinging waist. He intended to get away from him and pull the drain plug first. But it seemed he had no intention of being pushed away at all; instead, he wrapped his arms under Heeheon’s armpits and pulled him into an even tighter embrace.

“It’s not that it’s funny.”

Heeheon splashed around meaninglessly. He wanted to drain this water and wash up as soon as possible, but Cha Moogyul didn’t seem to feel the same way. Even when he tried to push him away, he only slipped in the tub.

“And it’s not dirty either.”

For Heeheon, it was even more incomprehensible. He said he didn’t even want to eat food touched by others. He said he didn’t even have sex just because it was unclean. But then, there’s no way p-pee would be okay, is there…?

“Because it’s cute.”

“Wh-what?”

“Ha… It’d be a shame to tell you this for free. Shall we go one more time.”

Cha Moogyul reached out on Heeheon’s behalf and removed the tub plug. The hot water was sucked into the drain, and the water level gradually lowered. Heeheon’s pupils wavered in confusion.

What was it that would be a shame to tell? And what did he mean by one more time? No way.

“Why… why are you doing this.”

“See for yourself with your own eyes. What it is you’re releasing.”

“Huh? No, what are you… I said it’s dirty!”

“It’s fine.”

What’s fine? Who is? Heeheon’s complexion visibly clouded over, but Cha Moogyul was nothing but resolute. This time, he leaned against the tub, got into position, and sat Heeheon on his lap. As if he was far from satisfied despite having just cum, he slowly began to thrust his hips up, starting with a kiss. He was so meticulous that he even restrained Heeheon’s hands by interlocking their fingers so he couldn’t resist.

“Eup, euung!”

He could feel him growing bigger and harder inside him. Quickly becoming as stiff as a club, he found the deepest spot without difficulty and rubbed it. The position already forced him to be penetrated deeply, but since he was deliberately aiming for and pounding only the inside of his colon, he quickly became breathless. His pale skin turned pink, and sweat beaded on it.

If this keeps up, again.

Really, again.

N-no!

It was pure hell. He was literally going back and forth between heaven and hell right now. His insides rejoiced on their own, tightening around him, and a thick pleasure began to slowly creep up on him.

“Heu, eu, eut!”

With their fingers interlocked, Heeheon scratched the back of his hand. That was all he could do. Cha Moogyul nipped at Heeheon’s tongue as he kept resisting futilely, thrusting his hips in an offbeat rhythm. Cruelly, his body was very honest. It responded quickly, and his erect core hit against his abs, swaying with a thwack, thwack.

Then, Cha Moogyul pulled their clasped hands and wedged Heeheon’s penis into the gap where their palms met. The red, peeled head of his cock was caught between their palms and rubbed back and forth. Startled, Heeheon scratched the back of his hand with his nails, but Cha Moogyul never let go of their intertwined fingers.

The rings on each of their left hands pressed against the other, and the hard sensation of metal incited a different kind of excitement. Heeheon just wanted to lose consciousness and faint.

“Aah! Eu! Don’t rub it, not deep…”

Heeheon clung to Cha Moogyul, almost begging, and sobbed. Cha Moogyul watched him intently but never let him go. He only kissed him until his lips were raw and soothed him with a deep voice until his ears melted.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ll be gentle.”

“It’s not okay. Not, not okay at all…!”

“Why, you said you like doing this with me. You only have me.”

“I do… th-eut, but.”

“You can come. Even that is just the beginning.”

Cha Moogyul languidly whispered and moved their clasped hands in a circle. Following the leisurely movement of his wrist, an immediate pleasure shot down to the sensitive tip, and their wet skin wrapped around it, making a squishing sound.

“I’ll wash you, and in bed, I’ll fuck you like beasts mating.”

“…”

“I’ll suck and lick every nook and cranny inside you. So much that you’ll be driven wild just by my touch… Then wouldn’t it be weirder to be shy about something like this?”

“No…”

“Just let it go. In my hand. Shoot your load just like that.”

Ah…

Why this, why, why did he have to give it to him.

Heeheon trembled and shook his head. But at some point, his head gradually stopped moving. His toes curled, his lower body naturally lifted, and without realizing it, he began to sync with his hip movements, starting to buck clumsily. This wasn’t what he intended, but, but, he couldn’t stop.

“Aeu, aheuk…!”

His insides, which had been pounded so roughly just moments before that he could barely breathe, now radiated a doubled tingling sensation from Cha Moogyul’s gentle thrusts, as if it had never happened. On top of that, the motion of using his wrist to shape the head of his cock in circles was also excessively good. Heeheon subconsciously moved his wrist along with his gesture, still holding his hand, and touched himself.

It felt so good to rub his own thing, wedged between their clasped hands, that he felt like he was about to come already. It was questionable whether it was even possible to feel something so instantly.

A stronger and clearer pleasure than before traveled up his lower abdomen to his chest. Thump, thump, his heart pounded in response. His insides tightened as if pulsing, and he felt like he was passing the peak of layered pleasure as his lower half grew hot.

Having reached the end, Heeheon’s thighs tensed up as he poured himself onto him. He leaned against Cha Moogyul and lowered his moist eyes.

And then, between their hands, peereureu, water leaked out.

“At! Ah!”

It was a smaller amount than before, but a clear stream of water wet their clasped hands and trickled out. Only then did Cha Moogyul release his interlocked fingers and tap the urethral opening with his thumb. The stream of water burst out thinly and briefly a couple of times, and at the end, a droplet formed and ran down the shaft.

“See? It’s water.”

“Hah, haah…”

Heeheon’s pupils trembled violently as if in an earthquake. He was right. This time, he had seen it clearly. There was no smell, no color, just… clean water…

“Hoo… I guess you’re just the type to have a lot of water, hyung.”

Cha Moogyul slowly stimulated the urethral opening, where droplets of water had formed, with his thumb. He used his nail to lightly scratch it, then raised his hand, put the wet thumb in his mouth, and sucked on it. The droplets of water Heeheon had just released were sucked into his mouth. Horrified, Heeheon was so shocked he shuddered.

“Hey, ah! D-don’t lick it…!”

Despite that, Cha Moogyul simply licked even what was between his fingers and smiled with curving eyes.

After licking everything clean, he laid the trembling Heeheon back down in the tub. He hadn’t even cum yet, but he pulled out his cock, lifted only Heeheon’s buttocks, and deeply swallowed his bobbing front with his mouth.

As he sucked so hard that his cheeks hollowed, even the remaining water inside the urethra all leaked out, wetting the tip of his tongue.

Heeheon was already out of his mind. A milky way unfolded before his eyes, and his entire body, down to his fingertips and toenails, was ensnared in pleasure and crumbled. His body, beyond his control, twitched intermittently, and his eyes lost focus.

“Aheuk, keu, heeut…”

There was nothing left to come out now.

Finally, after lightly rolling Heeheon’s thing around in his mouth one last time, Cha Moogyul at last let it go.

Lifting his eyes, brimming with heat, he watched the dazed Heeheon with satisfaction. He languidly licked his own wet lower lip as if for him to see, and murmured a quiet monologue.

“…Nice.”