Place to Be Chapter 33

“Are you okay? You look like you’re about to faint…. You’re not feeling sick somewhere, right?”

Jang Wigeon, who had been speaking with a light laugh, briefly wiped the smile from his face as if suddenly worried. Only then did Seo Chiyoung quickly shake his head.

“No, I’m, I’m not sic…”

When Seo Chiyoung spoke stutteringly, he, who had already hung his pants on a trouser hanger, nodded as if relieved. However, he soon walked toward the minibar, brewed some tea that was provided, and brought it over.

“Drink this. You’ll feel a bit more settled once something warm is in you.”

Accepting the mug offered with a kind voice, Seo Chiyoung mumbled a “Thank you,” and brought the cup containing warm herbal tea to his lips. He swallowed the tea sip by sip without even knowing what it tasted like, but his heart still would not settle.

It felt as if the body heat from Jang Wigeon’s naked torso, standing right next to him half-naked, was being transmitted through the air. His hands trembled anxiously.

It was strange. Although it definitely wasn’t a dream, it felt as if his mind were drifting somewhere else. Even though his reason was functioning in one corner of his head, that reason only kept repeating useless words like “Get a grip” or “Calm down,” while the rest of his mind was in a state of confusion.

Even after finishing the tea, Seo Chiyoung stood blankly clutching the empty cup with both hands, so Jang Wigeon quietly took the cup and set it down on the nightstand. Seeing Seo Chiyoung standing there staring only at his feet in the same state as when he entered the room, he gave a bitter smile and spoke.

“Aren’t you going to undress? I feel a bit embarrassed being the only one like this.”

Only after hearing those words did Seo Chiyoung flinch and quickly move his hands. However, his fingers wouldn’t move properly, so he couldn’t undo the buttons of his shirt at all. It took a long time just to undo one button at the neck and the one below it.

Perhaps unable to watch any longer, Jang Wigeon approached. Readily reaching out, he began to unbutton Seo Chiyoung’s shirt. Seo Chiyoung, who was watching embarrassedly as the large hands easily undid the buttons, instinctively grabbed his hand when it reached his waistband. However, he couldn’t pull the hand away or let go, and only looked down with a face that didn’t know what to do.

At that moment, a quiet question was heard from above his head.

“Shall we just go back?”

Flinch, Seo Chiyoung, shrinking his shoulders, looked up at Jang Wigeon with wide eyes. Jang Wigeon was looking at Seo Chiyoung calmly, with a face no different from what he had seen elsewhere.

He was giving Seo Chiyoung another chance. To Seo Chiyoung, who had followed him instinctively rather than by a choice with clear intent, he was saying it was okay to turn back now.

Seo Chiyoung, who was looking at Jang Wigeon uneasily, suddenly shifted his gaze to his own reflection in the mirror next to him.

His faintly trembling pupils, his bloodless lips bitten anxiously, and his pale face all seemed to appeal that he wanted to escape this place.

But.

“…”

Seo Chiyoung slowly let go of his hand. Jang Wigeon, who was gazing intently at Seo Chiyoung, asked again, “Are you really okay?” Seo Chiyoung nodded his head.

Then, the hand that had seemed about to lower the fastener of his pants unexpectedly pulled away from the waistband. However, the momentary relief didn’t have even a second to linger in his heart.

“…—!”

Jang Wigeon wrapped his arms amply around Seo Chiyoung’s waist and pulled him close. Slowly but without hesitation, his tongue slid softly between their touching lips.

His breath hitched. Jang Wigeon, who had been slowly and affectionately exploring Seo Chiyoung’s mouth while tapping against it with his tongue, at some point gently laid Seo Chiyoung down on the bed. Feeling the touch of the cool, smooth sheets against his back, only then did Seo Chiyoung realize his shirt had been taken off.

His body came into contact with Jang Wigeon, who was leaning over Seo Chiyoung and kissing him several times all over his face. Skin pressed against skin, and the hot body temperature was vividly transmitted. Suddenly, the desperate feeling that he was pressing his flesh against this man’s was conveyed, and Seo Chiyoung’s face flushed bright red.

Jang Wigeon, who had been repeatedly kissing Seo Chiyoung’s cheeks, chin, and neck, suddenly stopped. Looking down at Seo Chiyoung from less than a span away, he gave a bitter smile and asked.

“Are you okay?”

It was a quiet, gentle voice that seemed ready to step back immediately if he shook his head. Even with a frozen mind, Seo Chiyoung nodded awkwardly once. Then, after a brief silence, he kissed Seo Chiyoung’s cheek lightly and whispered.

“Tell me anytime if you don’t like it.”

His attitude was as polite and sweet as the sensation of his lips moving softly from the cheek to the neck. Vaguely thinking that he was the very definition of a well-mannered man, Seo Chiyoung struggled to gather his senses somehow.

What should I do, what is happening? He couldn’t quite tell, but he reached out with hesitating arms and pulled Jang Wigeon’s head into an embrace. Jang Wigeon, who had been kissing Seo Chiyoung’s collarbone, paused for a moment, but soon his breath touched the collarbone as if he were smiling. The moment he felt that breath, a chill ran down his spine, and Seo Chiyoung curled his body. He lightly kissed Jang Wigeon’s temple, which was right in front of his lips. His heart pounded wildly. However, as if trying to hide that agitation, he repeatedly pressed his lips to Jang Wigeon’s temple, forehead, and hair.

It’s strange. He felt a truly strange sensation. Swallowing a trembling breath, Seo Chiyoung struggled to keep up with this kind man who carefully checked his condition, occasionally whispering, “Are you okay?” or “You can relax.” Yet, he felt a peculiar sensation.

How could this man be so unreserved? He was kind and polite, but it seemed he wasn’t awkward or bashful at all, even though he was bumping naked bodies for the first time with someone he used to talk to while facing each other frequently.

However, just then, Jang Wigeon, who had slid down a bit further, suddenly brushed Seo Chiyoung’s chest with his lips as if lightly pinching it. In an instant, his spine tingled. Before he knew it, he let out a short breath and, startled by his own reaction, ended up covering his mouth.

“…!…!!”

“Do you like it here?”

Jang Wigeon seemed to notice Seo Chiyoung’s reaction immediately. Laughing lowly, he kissed Seo Chiyoung’s nipple. Strength entered Seo Chiyoung’s hand, which was pressing against his own mouth.

“You don’t have to hold back your moans.”

Jang Wigeon whispered softly and gently pulled away the hand with which Seo Chiyoung had been muzzling his own mouth. Seo Chiyoung, who mumbled “Uh” in embarrassment, quickly tried to cover his mouth again, but the ample grip gently holding his wrist was unexpectedly firm and did not move, so he could not pull his hand away.

“It’s okay. Since I prefer the passionate side. You don’t need to hold back; it’s fine to make as much noise as you want.”

Jang Wigeon, who lightly kissed Seo Chiyoung’s hand, whispered that with a laugh and bent his body. The lips that had seemed to touch the neck flowed down slowly and descended to the chest again.

Remembering how Seo Chiyoung had already flinched several times even while his mouth was tightly shut, Jang Wigeon bit Seo Chiyoung’s nipple without hesitation.

“Ah…!”

A single cry burst out. The moment his own voice, which had burst out unintentionally, reached his ears, Seo Chiyoung’s face turned bright red.

Even though it had burst from his own mouth, it felt as if it wasn’t his voice. On top of the chest of Seo Chiyoung, who shut his mouth tightly in embarrassment, there was a sign of Jang Wigeon laughing.

“You like it here, don’t you?”

Whispering while his lips were still pressed there, he licked the nipple, which had begun to stand up sharply, as if pushing it with his tongue. The tongue rolling the nipple softly and flexibly wetted his chest, making a squelch sound.

Seo Chiyoung stared at the ceiling with wide eyes as if to pierce through it. He couldn’t stop the faint, single-word moans from intermittently leaking out between his trembling lips.

A voice that didn’t sound like his own, and sensations that didn’t feel like his own body, were rising and falling as if electrocuting his entire being.

“Where else do you like? If there’s a place you feel particularly sensitive or something you want me to do when you usually have sex, tell me. Whether it’s the plain side or the messy side, I’m fine with either, so I’ll do it however you want.”

“…—I, well, that… any-anyway is fine…”

Seo Chiyoung stopped pulling words from his disheveled mind and flushed. Jang Wigeon raised his head.