Place to Be Chapter 34

“I’d prefer it if we enjoyed it together, so I’d rather you tell me what you want, personally.”

As he spoke those words and kissed Seo Chiyoung’s fingertips, Seo Chiyoung looked at him with a very strange feeling. Perhaps because of his heated body and disheveled mind, reality felt surreal.

“…Please, let go of, my hands.”

When Seo Chiyoung spoke in a low, husky voice, Jang Wigeon obediently let go of his hands. With his hands now free, Seo Chiyoung hesitated for a moment before embracing Jang Wigeon. Carefully, but curling his body so that the man’s warmth could be clearly felt, he pulled him close. Strength entered the arms wrapped around the broad back.

Within the arms of Seo Chiyoung, who held him as if clinging like a child, Jang Wigeon remained still for a moment before he too reached out an arm to embrace Seo Chiyoung’s waist. Their bodies, held tightly together, pressed closely against each other.

“This is nice…. I like this, too.”

It felt as if he heard Jang Wigeon whisper with a faint smile. Seo Chiyoung nodded, hardly knowing what state of mind he was in.

Jang Wigeon was a man who performed sex softly and kindly. That was what Seo Chiyoung thought. Though he had almost no experience pressing his skin against another’s until now, he believed there could be no sex as warm and cozy as this.

Sex. As he thought of that word, the act he and Jang Wigeon were engaged in seemed clearly defined, and Seo Chiyoung shrunk back bashfully with a face that could not get any hotter.

With Jang Wigeon. With this man. He had no idea what was happening or why, but Seo Chiyoung was melding his body with his.

Eventually, Jang Wigeon slowly slid his body down, tracing over Seo Chiyoung’s body with his tongue like a slug. Every place the tongue touched felt like a spark brushing past, making Seo Chiyoung gasp. He couldn’t calm his trembling, shivering body. Near the navel, Jang Wigeon stopped for a moment.

“Chiyoung, you’re incredibly sensitive, unlike how you look. You react so well no matter where I touch that just looking at you makes me feel like I’m going to ejaculate too…”

The voice that murmured in admiration trailed off lowly like a monologue. That voice, slightly feverish and excited, also didn’t seem like Jang Wigeon’s voice. That low voice, which sounded as if it were forcibly suppressing a rough and dangerous aura, covered Seo Chiyoung’s groin in the next moment.

“…!!”

A groan like a scream burst out. He wanted to suppress that voice, which was so embarrassing he felt like covering his ears, even if it meant biting his tongue; yet it squeezed through his throat every time the man’s lips greedily sucked and swallowed Seo Chiyoung’s lower half.

“Wait, …ah, …there, …!”

Startled, Seo Chiyoung’s body flailed, and he twisted his frame, gasping in a voice that sounded almost like crying. Jang Wigeon stole a glance up at Seo Chiyoung. Their eyes met.

He did not take his eyes off Seo Chiyoung’s face. Seo Chiyoung wiped his face, which had turned as red as could be, with the back of his hand and looked at him with a face on the verge of tears. Suddenly, the pressure of the man’s mouth increased.

“…—!!”

It didn’t last long. Absurdly, with just that brief stimulation, his body, which felt hot enough to explode, ejaculated before long. His plain body, which had lived without feeling much desire, twisted as it appealed for the discharge of its urges—just a little more, a little more.

His mind went white. Not a single thought came to him. It felt like a voice, embarrassingly enough to die for, had burst out, but even that did not linger long in his memory.

A few seconds, a few minutes, or perhaps longer. When Seo Chiyoung, breathing heavily with a languidly slumped body, slowly regained consciousness, Jang Wigeon was already lying on top of him. A heavy, erect mass was rubbing against Seo Chiyoung’s weakened, limp groin.

“Was it okay?”

The lowly whispered voice kissed his ear. Seo Chiyoung hesitated before nodding in the midst of the languid and comfortable sensation. Jang Wigeon, looking down at such a Seo Chiyoung, smiled.

“I’m glad. It’s been a while since I’ve made someone feel this good, too.”

As he said that, Jang Wigeon’s lips, which had pressed lightly against his once more, pulled away. After a moment’s hesitation, Seo Chiyoung shut his mouth tight and, as if chasing after him, followed and kissed Jang Wigeon’s lips. Their lips collided and separated without a hint of sexiness, like a light headbutt, causing Jang Wigeon to look briefly surprised. However, seeing Seo Chiyoung awkwardly avoiding his gaze, he let out a short laugh.

“Has the tension eased a bit?”

To the question asked playfully, Seo Chiyoung hesitated for a while before giving a barely visible nod. The tension hadn’t fully dissipated, but it was at least better than the moment he first entered this room.

Jang Wigeon looked down at Seo Chiyoung with a smiling face and asked casually.

“Now that you’ve actually tried it, it’s not much, right?”

The moment those words reached his ears, Seo Chiyoung faltered. The faint, shy smile that had been on his lips faded. However, Jang Wigeon, seemingly unaware of this, continued speaking as he brushed back Seo Chiyoung’s sweat-dampened hair.

“No matter who you do it with, once you actually try it, it’s no big deal. Sure, there’s compatibility, and it’ll feel better if you do it with someone you like, but in reality, this itself isn’t much different from doing it with anyone else.”

“…—.”

The smile vanished from Seo Chiyoung’s face. His feverish gaze, which had been awkwardly turning away, also settled.

—Whether it’s attraction or the opposite, the fewer sentimental feelings you have for the other person, the cleaner and more trouble-free a casual relationship is.

The voice that had spoken with a troubled smile revived in his ears.

Seo Chiyoung looked at Jang Wigeon, who was slowly letting his own smile fade upon seeing Seo Chiyoung’s laughter vanish and be replaced by a look of bewilderment, and at some point, he quietly pushed him away. Then he got up from the bed and sat straight up facing Jang Wigeon, looking at him. Flinch, his lips, which hesitated for a second, opened.

“Mr. Wigeon, you didn’t bring me here just with the intention of passing the time casually, did you.”

When he stated a quiet conclusion that was close to a question, Jang Wigeon frowned slightly. To him, who was staring blankly without saying a word, Seo Chiyoung continued speaking quietly, without a hint of reproach or gloom.

“You wanted to, —ease my feelings.”

To carve into me that this is no big deal, that there’s no need to have such feelings.

Expression vanished from Jang Wigeon’s face. Seo Chiyoung, who was looking at him as he remained silent without denial or affirmation, turned as red as a ripe fruit in the very next moment. In a state of bewildered embarrassment where he didn’t know what to do, he stood up as if burned and gathered his clothes, which were scattered on the floor or barely hanging on his body.

“Chiyoung.”

Without even looking back at Jang Wigeon, who only then called Seo Chiyoung’s name in dismay, Seo Chiyoung hurriedly put on his clothes and stepped away, stumbling as if he might trip over his own hem.

“—I, I am sorry. I’ll be going first.”

As soon as Seo Chiyoung had roughly thrown on his clothes, without the presence of mind to tidy his appearance, he quickly went to the door and changed into his shoes. Behind him, Jang Wigeon frowned and approached quickly.

“Chiyoung, wait a moment.”

Seo Chiyoung opened the door and left without looking back. Jang Wigeon, clicking his tongue lowly, shouted urgently, “Chiyoung! Come back for a second!” To Jang Wigeon, who had started hurriedly pulling on his own clothes while saying that, Seo Chiyoung, who was walking down the hallway with brisk strides, faltered and then returned.

Seeing Seo Chiyoung approaching again, Jang Wigeon softened his anxious expression slightly and opened his mouth, saying, “Chiyoung, I—.” But before he could, Seo Chiyoung, with a stiff face, bowed his head and muttered awkwardly.

“I, I almost forgot, but here… I don’t know how much the hotel fee is, but if you tell me later, I’ll give it to you.”

At Seo Chiyoung’s haltingly recited words, Jang Wigeon momentarily looked dumbfounded. His voice became faintly rough.

“I don’t care about that. More importantly, Chiyoung, I—.”

However, before Jang Wigeon could even properly start speaking, Seo Chiyoung bowed his head as if in a formal greeting and turned away, moving his feet this time without looking back at all.