Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 94

His fingers trembled slightly, and blood rushed to his face, making it flush. The sunset’s glow added to it, tinting his cheeks as pink as a peach.

“You did it again just now, you.”

“Hm?”

“Releasing that news and stuff. Haa… do you have any idea how startled I was?”

“Was that the problem?”

Cha Moogyul’s voice flowed languidly, his lips still pressed against his eyelid. The sweet sound crept into his ears, sending a shiver down his spine.

“I thought it was what you wanted, hyung.”

His lower lip brushed against Heeheon’s eyelashes. The lips that had tickled, brushing against each and every lash, slid down the bridge of his nose. Heeheon flinched slightly at the movement as he also kissed the round tip of his nose and licked it lightly with the tip of his tongue.

“Is everything just a means to an end for you…? How can you just release a military secret as you please?”

“Renegotiating with the new government was a bit of a hassle.”

“Anyway, please don’t do that next time.”

Although there was nothing to be done about this incident, as the water was already spilled.

“It might not have been a big deal to you, but for me, that mission that day was…”

“Enough. I get it.”

Cha Moogyul took a deep breath and lifted the corners of his lips. His smiling face looked like a foggy night sea. It was captivatingly attractive, as if it would pull you in, yet its depth was hard to fathom.

“I’ll try to be mindful. Though I can’t promise anything.”

“…Yeah. That’s good enough.”

Wow. How could this be.

For Cha Moogyul to agree so readily.

Honestly, he hadn’t had much expectation even as he said it. He was happy that Cha Moogyul, who was inept at sharing, seemed to be making a special exception just for Heeheon. He calmly suppressed his fluttering heart and wrapped his arms around his neck. Then, Cha Moogyul fiddled with the ends of Heeheon’s hair and murmured.

“Hyung.”

“What?”

“Should we kiss?”

“…”

At that question, Heeheon nodded in affirmation. Cha Moogyul’s eyes were blazing as if they would pounce on him right away, but even after waiting, their lips didn’t meet. Wondering what was going on, he stared at him blankly, and he added, as if teaching a child about danger.

“I won’t just kiss.”

“…I know.”

Why state the obvious so matter-of-factly…

He didn’t know what kind of warning this was, coming at this point. Was this also his way of being mindful?

“If you’re going to refuse, you’d better do it now.”

“Huh?”

“Because if you push me away in the middle, I think I’ll explode.”

“Are you going to get angry?”

“That, and.”

Soon, a verdant power began to seep out around him like a fine mist over water. Cha Moogyul quickly gathered and controlled it, but Heeheon didn’t miss it. It wasn’t something he was doing with his will. When an esper’s emotions became intense, uncontrolled powers would sometimes manifest unconsciously.

“There’s also the literal meaning.”

Was even Cha Moogyul, so skilled at self-control, so agitated right now that his powers were leaking out? The thought pleased him. It was also nice that he was worrying about it in advance. Just… everything was nice. Anyway, since Heeheon had already made a fool of himself by sobbing shamelessly and even hyperventilating, Cha Moogyul’s shaken appearance was actually welcome.

“You know.”

Heeheon cautiously approached first. He closed his eyes, lightly touched his lips to his, and then quickly pulled away.

“So this is what your flustered face looks like.”

“…”

“I only ever thought you were angry at me…”

He hadn’t been able to distinguish it until now. No one would have been able to.

Heeheon slyly stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip. His moist, soft tongue made slight contact. It was only that, but his chest felt like it would swell up and burst.

Though they had kissed an innumerable number of times, it felt just like he was having his first kiss with him now. He was shy and nervous. He didn’t know if Cha Moogyul felt the same way, but his reaction was particularly slow, especially now.

His muscles were incredibly tense and rigid, and his posture as he sat on the sofa was unmoving. He seemed somewhat stiff.

“…You’re quite the instigator.”

Cha Moogyul opened his mouth languidly. Right in front of his eyes were his well-shaped lips, his neat white teeth, and the rosy tongue nestled inside his mouth. Enveloped in the warm sunset light, the sight was extremely sensual and suggestive.

“After crying like that.”

“What…”

Cha Moogyul plunged his hand deep into Heeheon’s hair and pulled the back of his head. He stopped at a distance just before their lips touched and smiled impatiently as he stared intently at Heeheon. An explicit desire could be felt in his glistening black eyes, and that was what instigated Heeheon.

“Be careful.”

Cha Moogyul murmured languidly and pressed their lips together. He didn’t know what he was meant to be careful of, but the moment his tongue delved into his mouth, he was able to realize the true nature of the warning. A bluish power crackled and sparked, stimulating Heeheon. A faint, static-like current that he had failed to control completely shot through his entire body.

“Ugh.”

Wet sounds were heard intimately, and his lips and tongue tingled. He was so excited that his mind went blank, and there was nothing he could do but squeeze his eyes shut. A shiver ran up from the back of his neck, but even more than that, his heart was racing excessively.

A transparent silver thread connected them before snapping in the middle, and Heeheon, flushed red to his neck and trembling, looked up at him with wet eyes.

“You’re… a little, tingly.”

“So?”

“It feels like I’m taking off a sweater. A very thick and hot sweater.”

“Hm? Haha…”

He let out a low laugh, his eyes curving into long crescents. Then he whispered roughly to Heeheon, who was a mess with tear tracks.

“Am I a sweater?”

“No, just. It’s like that.”

“You have the presence of mind to joke… even when I told you to be careful.”

Cha Moogyul pressed their lips together again, hard. The mucous membranes of their mouths interlocked deeply, and he skillfully licked the underside of Heeheon’s tongue, stoking his arousal. While doing so, his index finger landed on the hollow of his collarbone and tapped. For a moment, a brilliant light flashed.

“Ah, aht!”

Heeheon’s whole body went rigid as he jolted. A thrill shot through him.

This time, it was certain that Cha Moogyul had done it on purpose. A blue current raged inside his body, and he felt a tingling sensation spread to the tips of his fingers and toes.

“Hm? Who’s a sweater?”

“No, ugh…”

Heeheon let out a moan, trembling finely. This was a completely unexpected sensation, causing his back to arch and his knees to lift.

“Then what. What am I?”

“G-Gyeol. Aht.”

Heeheon squirmed, twisting his waist. The current kept surging, making the white skin of his lower abdomen tremble. He pushed the breathless, panting Heeheon to the limit and mixed their tongues. His breath was completely taken away, and at some point, his body was pinned down on the sofa.

“Gyeol… Gyeol…”

Parting the collar of the flustered, panting Heeheon, he kissed his trembling Adam’s apple and smiled.

“That’s right. That’s the way.”

“Ugh…”

“Heeheon.”

Everywhere he touched tingled with electricity. Even in his dazed state, he could hear his call clearly. The call, ‘Heeheon,’ which he had found unpleasant and thought, ‘that guy’s way of speaking is truly terrible,’ seemed not so bad now that he had gotten used to hearing it. He even thought it might be better than ‘hyung.’

Because, as of today, his relationship with Cha Moogyul had been completely redefined.

Not as brothers or family,

but as…

Lo…

Lovers…

‘Then it might be better if he just calls me Heeheon.’

Well, damn, would it matter that much?

Honey, darling, Heeheon, I don’t know. I don’t know. This is nice…

“Ah…”

Heeheon felt himself floating. It was as if all the weight in his body had disappeared, and he had escaped the influence of gravity and would fly into the sky. Through the fluffy clouds, all the way to the distant universe. Heeheon was completely lost in the ecstasy of love. Even if it was a childish and simple emotion, that didn’t matter. To him, Cha Moogyul was his first love and his first lover. If that was the case, wasn’t it unavoidable if he acted a little childish?

He’d act like an adult later, but for now…

The red sunset that filled the sky was fading. It was night.

“You seem to have lost more weight.”

“Huh?”

“You’re gauntly thin. Hyung.”

From behind, Cha Moogyul wrapped his arms around Heeheon’s waist and buried his head in the nape of his neck. He lightly bit and nibbled on the line of his neck as he mumbled. The exhausted Heeheon listened to his voice and blinked his eyes slowly. He thought he could see the Milky Way in the vast night sky spread out beyond the glass window.

“Should I get you something to eat… Is there anything you want to eat?”

“…Lemon sorbet?”

“Not a joke food like that. Say something with meat.”

“I don’t know. It’s hard to think of something all of a sudden.”

“I’ll prepare a bunch of things, so you can pick and choose, then.”

Heeheon rolled his eyes around. He couldn’t move his body. Even though it was a large leather sofa, two big men trying to lie on it together had to be pressed close to each other.

“Ah.”

A short exclamation escaped him at a sudden thought. Cha Moogyul, not wanting to miss it, pressed him for an answer.

“Did you think of something?”

“No, this isn’t food…”

“What is it?”

“…Alcohol.”

Heeheon moved his lips awkwardly.

“You always drank whenever something happened. As a toast.”

Looking back, it seemed like he always had at least one drink…