Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 88

The sheet pushed up against his shoulder was hopelessly crumpled. The bedroom, with no lights on, was filled only with the sound of panting. Cha Moogyul hooked his forearms behind both of Heeheon’s knees, almost lifting him up, and pounded his dick into him as he kept trying to fall backward.

“Ah, ahng, aah!”

He couldn’t even count how many times they had fucked. He had been counting the number of times he came, but at some point, he forgot even that and just burned with passion. Thick semen endlessly leaked from their joined parts, pooling white and foaming.

Cha Moogyul explored every part of him in all sorts of positions. He kissed Heeheon’s sloped shoulder and sucked until a red mark was left. Heeheon’s entire body was already mottled with such marks, yet he continued to brand him.

“Haah, I just, can’t, leave you, alone.”

“Ahg, hek, heh…”

“Hyung… does it feel good?”

His body suspended unstably, Heeheon grabbed the bed with one hand and Cha Moogyul’s neck with the other. His sopping wet black hair wrapped around his fingers. He answered while panting.

“Nngh, eu, it feels good…”

“Good? Huh?”

“Ah, haht! Good. Hua, ahk… It’s good!”

Swept up in the heat, Heeheon also lifted his head and pulled him closer. He pressed his lips to the nape of his neck and tried to suck lightly, following his lead. The mark Heeheon left stood out in a vivid red on the line of Cha Moogyul’s neck, which was as straight as if drawn with a brush. Heeheon sobbed, feeling an indescribable fulfillment and pleasure.

“Hoo, we’re so romantic…”

Cha Moogyul caressed Heeheon as he thrusted deeply. His insides, slick with semen, were perfectly loosened, and the mucous membrane was softly devoured. He felt that something this hot and pleasurable might be dangerous. He had never done drugs, but this felt better; he wondered if pure love shouldn’t be banned by the state.

It feels this good…

It feels insanely good…

“Heut… Ugh.”

“We’re like a married couple.”

Cha Moogyul smiled brightly.

Heeheon doubted his eyes for a moment. It was the first time he knew Cha Moogyul’s expression could look so bright. His perpetually cool and sharp eyes were softened in a way he had never seen before, his face looking as if he had let his guard down. Heeheon was so surprised he couldn’t even react, just moving his lips uselessly.

Cha Moogyul clung to Heeheon, who was just moving his lips like a fish fresh out of water, and showered him with kisses. The speed of his thrusts inside him increased, and his hip movements grew larger, making it hard to breathe.

“Ah, ah! Eung! Eup!”

“It really, keut! Feels full of love. Don’t you think?”

“Uh… uh-huh, r-right! Ah!”

“Yeah, it’s just me, right?”

“Me, heok, aah! I like it, I-I said I like it…”

“Who, fuck, who do you like so much.”

“Nngh, you, it’s, only you, it! At…!”

Heeheon’s spine shuddered as he leaked clear semen. He had no idea how many times he had cum. No, more than that, he didn’t even know if he could call this cumming. By now, only a few drops of thin fluid trickled out. His body, which had been lifted up, went limp, and he crumpled his knees and flopped onto the bed. Cha Moogyul collapsed on top of Heeheon on the bed and continued his thrusts.

“Ha… yeah. Then let’s try calling my name.”

“W-wait, I came, slowly, aah…”

“I know you came, but who are you. Call, my name. Huh?”

“Cha-heu, heugyeol, Cha, Moo…”

“Yeah. More.”

“Ha-moo, gyeo… Gyeo, Gyeol-ah.”

“Uh…”

Heeheon called him over and over as he was driven wild. He cried out his name in a mumbled, unintelligible pronunciation. Cha Moogyul gazed at Heeheon’s messy cries with a thick, melted look in his eyes, then came with an exhale that could have been a short laugh, a sigh, or a tremor.

“Keut, heuu…”

“At, ah… at…”

As if the two had become one, he completely covered and pressed against him, marking his territory by coating his insides, already full of his seed, in white again. Heeheon, hugging his back, gladly received the pouring semen. It was overflowing, yet he liked it. He was so exhausted he could barely lift a finger, and he was at his limit, to the point where it wouldn’t be strange if he lost consciousness right then, but he didn’t even realize how tired he was.

Cha Moogyul brushed back Heeheon’s intermittently trembling hair with his hand. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and pressed his lips there. A kiss followed on his trembling eyelid, and then on the tip of his nose.

Heeheon wanted to do the same.

So he lifted his head and planted a kiss on his chin, then slowly breathed as he pecked his handsome nose and cheek.

Cha Moogyul, catching his breath, watched what Heeheon was doing. Then, in a low, husky voice, he whispered.

“Hyung, what am I supposed to do if you learn things like that and use them on me.”

“Huh…?”

“…”

“Why… Is, is it not okay?”

“…”

“Should I not…?”

Without a particular answer, he pinched Heeheon’s cheek. The white, soft flesh stretched out.

“Never mind.”

“…”

“Do what you want. Play with me. As much as you want.”

Cha Moogyul rested for a while, kneading that cheek, then this time he laid Heeheon on his side, lifted one of his legs, and began to fuck him at an angle. The air grew hot again, and sparks flew before Heeheon’s eyes.

Before long, the dawn was breaking outside the window.

It was a warm park bathed in sunlight. Forsythia, in season, bloomed yellow, and young children with backpacks were heading home from school, giggling. A little boy, who looked to be in the first grade, was also on his way back with his mother who had come to pick him up.

“Oh? A puppy!”

Just then, a scruffy white-furred dog passed by on the other side of a narrow fence. The child’s eyes grew round and sparkled. Then, before he could be stopped, the child threw off his backpack and ran toward the park fence, chasing the dog.

“Heeheon-ah!”

His mother belatedly called for the child and ran after him, but Heeheon, with his small frame, had already slipped through a gap in the fence. His mother, unable to get over the fence, could only keep calling for Heeheon with an anxious heart.

“Come here! Heeheon-ah, Baek Heeheon! This kid is really fearless, where are you going!”

“Puppy, the white puppy!”

His mother tried reaching her hand through the fence, but by then, the only thing in Heeheon’s eyes was the puppy. He rounded a corner, running after the dog, and then disappeared under a bridge. Horrified, his mother picked up the backpack from which textbooks had spilled and ran to find Heeheon. The park, full of spring sunlight, was very large and filled with the chattering voices of children.

“Heeheon-ah! Heeheon-ah!”

No matter how much she called until her throat was raw, she couldn’t find him.

‘I’m sorry.’

Heeheon, who had chased after the puppy, was found among the bushes on the riverbank. Only after they had searched the entire area with a fine-tooth comb all day.

The mother who found Heeheon collapsed to her knees on the spot and wept her heart out. She scolded him for a long time, telling him never to do it again, and then, as Heeheon burst into tears as well, they hugged each other and cried for a long while more.

At that time, Heeheon was suddenly scared that his mother might melt away from crying so many tears. It was the first time he had seen his mother cry like that, and it felt like his young heart had dropped with a thud.

‘I did wrong. I won’t do it again. I’ll never do it again…’

Never again. Truly, never again.

I shouldn’t leave my mother behind. That was the first time he ever had that thought.

“Alright, I’m taking the picture. Please gather more towards the center. Madam Bride, please tuck your chin a little. One, two, three!”

The photographer’s count ended, and the flash went off. In a luxurious wedding hall filled with pure white flowers, a picture of the newly married couple was recorded. The groom Cha Kwon Il, the bride Lee Eunhong, and standing on either side, their two sons Cha Moogyul and Baek Heeheon.

“I’ll take one more. Quickly now, don’t close your eyes. One, two, three!”

The flash went off again. Heeheon, smiling with his lips pulled up high, glanced to the side. Unlike Heeheon, who was smiling so hard his jaw ached, Cha Moogyul was expressionless. He was merely standing stock-still with a straight posture.

“Last one. Please look to the front. One, two, three!”

Cha Moogyul…

‘He should smile a little. He’s not moving at all.’

I want to see him smile brightly. Not more, just once.

He felt a desire to steal a glimpse of the moment when a heavenly light would dwell in those deep, dark eyes, like a stormy sea or the darkness of midnight.

Wouldn’t it be like a timeless work of art? Just as masterpieces do, that sight would surely evoke and stimulate something within the person viewing it.

In the fleeting moment of blinking as the picture was taken, Heeheon imagined his face with a bright smile. Cha Moogyul, by a sunlit window on a fresh spring day, wearing comfortable clothes and smiling. Baek Heeheon reflected in his eyes, and his lips calling Baek Heeheon’s name and smiling affectionately—fantasies like that.

His features, which formed an exquisite harmony, were not just handsome but held a fascination beyond that, and it pulled Heeheon deep inside. So much so that he was inwardly startled.

‘No, I can’t.’

What kind of unpleasant thoughts am I having?

I have to endure it. Just like how, with a child’s heart, one shouldn’t chase after a puppy.

It’s obvious that if I fall head over heels just because it feels good, throw away my backpack, leave my mother behind, and just run forward thoughtlessly looking only ahead, I will regret it. And in truth, wouldn’t the puppy also be flustered and angry if a strange human child came running to catch it?