The Unbelievers Chapter 75

When he pulled away his lips that had been digging in deeply, their hot breaths crossed in a dizzying tangle. Eunseong, sitting on the counter where he had once held the back of the man’s hand to wipe up spilled water, met the eyes of Yoo Siun, who was close enough to have Eunseong’s arms wrapped around his neck.

The man’s eyes held a hue of confusion even as he committed the act. The relationship with Eunseong, the fact that they were blood relatives even if not close ones—it seemed the words he had once said about being more reliant on and attracted to each other because of blood were occupying him in a disorganized fashion.

Eunseong hated that the man kept having such thoughts even after things had come this far. He hated that the feeling the man felt for him was prioritized as a sense of responsibility. To prevent him from even thinking such things, Eunseong looked up at him and asked.

“… You’ve kissed before, haven’t you, Mister?”

Eunseong’s question summoned him back to reality. It was right after he had picked Eunseong up easily to set him on the counter, delved between his legs to trap the boy in his arms, and violently rummaged through those lips.

“I asked you to kiss me before.”

“… .”

“Actually, it’s not that I haven’t had the chance to try it either. I heard there are kids in my class who have kissed. You know Choi Jungeon, right?”

“… .”

“His wish is to kiss me.”

“So, did you do it?”

Yoo Siun furrowed his brow slightly and asked point-blank.

“Yes? No. I’m saying I don’t even like him.”

“Then how did you know his wish was to kiss you?”

He responded to Eunseong’s words quite seriously. Because he looked jealous, Eunseong’s heart throbbed even more than before.

“When I ran away before, he tried to set the mood. I really hated it back then. I hated Jungeon, and I thought it was gross for guys to do that.”

“… And?”

“With Mister…, I like it. I want to do it more.”

“… .”

“I want to keep doing it.”

Yoo Siun had intended not to do this. He had repressed himself, vowing again and again that he would not enter into any kind of relationship with Eunseong, and that he would never do such a thing to Eunseong even if he had to undergo chemical castration. He was confident he wouldn’t. To ensure he wouldn’t, he didn’t take the Red Dan and instead drank tea and took medicine that suppressed sexual desire.

However, Yoo Siun had almost lost Eunseong. He had almost missed him. He could have disappeared just like that, never to be seen again. He himself did not know that the determination he had forged through painstaking effort would crumble so lightly.

Despite having vowed like sharpening a blade that he must not do this, Yoo Siun felt a sense of loathing beyond mere disappointment at his own appearance collapsing so easily.

Yet, while clearly conscious of that, Yoo Siun held Eunseong trapped within his two arms as if binding him, sweetly craving the acts that come after a kiss. He wanted to do more. The desire to try more than that with Eunseong grew like a fanned flame.

Facing Eunseong, who was pestering him by saying the kiss was good and that he wanted to remember his first kiss for a long, long time, he was forgetting the duty an adult should rightfully uphold while soaked in the lingering imagery.

Eunseong’s lips were so ecstatic that they overturned that grand resolution in an instant. They were sweeter than imagination. They were indeed lips sweet as honey, and eyes as lovely as lilies. Facing Eunseong, who was the very execution of the prophecy, Yoo Siun’s body trembled minutely.

Even though he pestered him saying he wanted to continue more than that, the silent Yoo Siun looked as if he regretted the kiss he had impulsively initiated, so Eunseong touched the shoulders he had wrapped his arms around and caressed his neck—the silent wolf. He toyed with the wolf as if stroking its fur and also rubbed the man’s prominent Adam’s apple.

“I’m an adult now too. I’m at an age where I know all about this kind of stuff.”

“… How much do you know?”

“The basics…, I know things like that.”

“What kind of basics. This?”

Yoo Siun’s hand gripped the nape of Eunseong’s neck. He could endure it no longer. He pulled Eunseong’s head down while lifting his own chin. The lips that had been approaching each other overlapped again. The surface of the reddish, swollen lips was moistly wet.

He lightly bit Eunseong’s lips with his own, sucking and gnawing with weak pressure. The hands wrapped around his shoulders trembled violently, clutching the hem of his shirt.

As if saying instead that he did not regret it and that he could do things even worse than this, Yoo Siun’s tongue parted Eunseong’s lips, entered, and licked the inside. The obscene, wet, tangling noise echoed clearly in the exceptionally quiet surroundings.

“Hngh… mmgh, nnh, mmph… .”

Eunseong’s mouth opened a bit more and fully accepted the man’s tongue. Eunseong tried licking while letting the man’s tongue and his own tongue overlap. His throat gulped incessantly as he tasted Yoo Siun.

He lifted Eunseong up easily. Carrying Eunseong, he left the kitchen, leaving the ingredients for the meal preparation scattered in a mess. With their lips still joined, Eunseong closed his eyes and clung to him using every part of his body that could hang onto his shoulders and arms.

His body collapsed onto the living room sofa with a thud. Although he had pestered him to do more, he hadn’t expected it to lead to such a rapid development.

Flustered, Eunseong looked up at the man pouncing over him. Seeing Yoo Siun from this direction and perspective felt unfamiliar. His heart beat so violently that his ears rang with a heavy thudding.

Supporting his upper body with one elbow, Yoo Siun gazed down intently at Eunseong lying beneath him. The sound of Eunseong’s heart, beating strongly enough to hurt, was transmitted to him through the tips of his skin.

“… I should probably only do the basics, right?”

At Yoo Siun’s question, Eunseong shook his head. He didn’t want to stop here. He hugged the man’s neck and pulled him down. He forcibly pulled down the Yoo Siun who was reluctant to let go of his control and brought his own lips to the man’s.

Yoo Siun’s hand brushed back the disheveled hair, making Eunseong’s face clearly visible. He took Eunseong’s lips into his own and continued the kiss again. Responding to the strong suction of his biting and sucking, Eunseong’s breath panted shallowly as if it were a burden. The space between his brows grew hot, and his vision blurred flightily as if a heat haze were rising.

His mood, his senses, and his body felt as if they were floating. Because it felt so good, Eunseong unconsciously began to rub his lower body against the man’s lower abdomen. Yoo Siun pulled his wet flesh away from the sticky, clinging rubbing and lifted his head.

“Haah, haah… .”

“… Mm, I want, I want to do it.”

With his face and neck flushed, Eunseong’s breath had also grown hot. His lower body, which he couldn’t control and kept squirming with, had swollen, making the outlines of each other feel vivid.

“I want to do it. Haah, that, I want to do that.”

Yoo Siun cooled Eunseong’s cheek with the back of his hand and caressed various parts of his face as if soothing him. Even though he had stopped taking the Red Dan after confirming that Eunseong was a “Great Rift,” he was still a blood relative of Seongha possessing the rare qualification of a breeder, and Eunseong was the being of prophecy prepared for them. It was a fated event that they would be attracted to each other. Furthermore, it was perfectly natural for Eunseong, who was at the peak of his youth, to be in heat during such intense contact.

As he continuously brushed back the hair and patted the forehead and cheeks where sticky sweat was seeping, Eunseong gradually calmed his sexual arousal. The wriggling that had been rubbing his underside slowly came to a halt.

“Are you okay?”

“… I’m really forward, aren’t I?”

“It’s only natural. For it to be like this.”

“Is it like that for you too, Mister?”

Eunseong asked. He nodded. It was a desire that was more intense, if anything, not less.

A humid impulse to explore each other was enveloping the two.

The flush that had spread across his face grew even redder, and eventually even Eunseong’s earlobes turned red.

Yoo Siun’s lips settled on the temple where warmth was spreading and rubbed against the skin. He kissed the forehead and cheeks, and took the round, pale earlobe into his lips and sucked it lightly. The shoulder of the head-turned Eunseong flinched and trembled. Because the frictional sound of sucking the flesh was heard so close to his ear, it was even more explicit.

The lips that had been sucking the earlobe descended to the neck and rubbed thickly over the tender flesh. A syrupy sensation sent a sharp thrill along his spine. Eunseong gripped the man’s shoulders with his hands. Yoo Siun, who had been kissing and lingering on various parts of his neck, slowly raised his head.

He took a deep breath. It was a sound of breathing that said he could go no further, that he must stop here.

“… I’m fine. I can do more.”

“… .”

“Really. I’m really fine. I know how to do it.”

He was saying that, but Eunseong’s voice was trembling delicately. A faint, throbbing pain still remained in his lower body, harboring heat.

“If you don’t know well, Mister, I’ll teach you.”

“I know how, too.”

“… Then why stop?”

A thirst to crave something primal from him kept surging, as his body went out of control and he became a beast left with only instincts.

“Because I’m conservative.”

Yoo Siun’s voice was very low. Hearing it up close, the inside of his ear was very itchy as if poked with a feather.

“What does that mean?”

“At times like this, you don’t say anything.”

As if saying he was talking too much, and that at times like this—when they were looking at each other—words were not necessary, he lowered his face and drew close.

Contrary to his outward appearance of being composed while soothing Eunseong, Yoo Siun’s lower back was wet with cold sweat.

Yoo Siun was horrified just imagining Eunseong looking into his true heart and seeing how much he was restraining himself.

This is right. Rather than losing Eunseong, rather than not being able to have him, rather than losing him to someone who would only view him as an object for mating, it was right to have him, to keep him within himself. He was going the right way.

While constantly justifying his desire to overlap his body even a little more with Eunseong, Yoo Siun kissed the slightly parting red lips and swallowed deeply while their tongues were intertwined.