Hit by a Pitched Ball Chapter 20

Yunjae doubted his own ears for a moment. Taebeom’s face was composed. A brief silence passed like that.

“Just give it to me.”

At Yunjae’s horrified reaction, Taebeom made a sorrowful expression as if disappointed. Yunjae could tell it was an act. He didn’t respond further.

Then Taebeom reached out and asked for his phone. Though suspicious, Yunjae had no reason to refuse. He obediently handed his phone to Taebeom. But when he opened the call log, Yunjae couldn’t stay docile.

Startled, Yunjae reached out his hand. But against someone with arms far longer than his, it was resistance no more significant than child’s play. Taebeom stretched his arm out far and scanned the list. Intercepting Yunjae’s wrist, which was blocking his view, he grabbed it with one hand as if snatching it up and swiped up the screen.

“Wow, you barely have anyone you contact besides me?”

It was pure admiration with not a trace of unpleasant intent. His smile, as if he didn’t dislike that, was bright as light.

“Well, I handle most work through email. There’s no one who really needs to contact me. …Let go of this.”

Don’t want to. Pulling the overlapping wrist with a jerk, Taebeom drew close to Yunjae, who had been pulled in. At the proximity, almost touching, Yunjae sucked in a breath.

“This feels strange. This. I’ll change the name to the passcode. So you can use it comfortably even if you forget.”

“What if someone sees it?”

“Is there anyone who would see it?”

“…”

To hit such a sore spot. Yunjae made a dissatisfied face. Taebeom narrowed his eyes playfully and soothed Yunjae, saying he hadn’t meant any harm. His clingy movements were lighter than the smile on his face.

“Well, even if someone did see it, who would think this is a passcode? Even if they did, they wouldn’t know it’s my house. There’s no name either.”

“…”

“…”

“Is that… from experience?”

Changing the saved name looked quite familiar. How many women had been lured in this way? At that moment, a comment harshly criticizing Ha Taebeom as a slutty bastard coincidentally flashed through his mind. …Ah, is this really okay for me to do? Regret washed over him belatedly.

The smile that had been hanging on his lips faded, and Taebeom, as if reading Yunjae’s expression, snapped his fingers in front of his eyes. With a crisp click, the lewd thoughts stuck in his head were cut off.

“I’m telling you this because you’re looking at me strangely.”

“It’s not just strange…”

Taebeom cut him off and scoffed at his own calmly added words. His raised eyebrow clearly showed how he had taken it. It was a look of disbelief.

“I deceive the people I need to deceive. Anyway, I’ve never brought a woman to this house. If I’m going to meet someone, I go to them or get a hotel. Why go through the hassle.”

“The hassle?”

“Right. They come to the stadium too. If I tell them where I live, they’ll start coming here.”

Tossing the phone onto the sofa, Taebeom loosened the grip on his wrist. Yunjae immediately pulled his wrist away. Then Taebeom wrapped his wrist with his thumb and forefinger, as if measuring its thickness. When Yunjae looked puzzled, he grinned slyly and let go.

“Besides, it’s perfect for misunderstandings. Exposing a private space. Sometimes there are people who get obsessive in a weird way.”

Whether he said it long or short, the conclusion was that he didn’t bring people to his house because it was a hassle. Why he felt a surge of irritation at that casual attitude was a mystery.

Does that mean because I’m a man, it’s okay even though it’s the same position? Yunjae somehow felt offended. So he said something pointless that he normally wouldn’t.

“…Mm. I get obsessive too.”

It was a lie. Actually, Yunjae was far from being obsessive. His personality itself was rather easygoing in that regard. Besides, liking men came with many anxieties one had to endure in various ways. He avoided any series of actions that hinted at affection as much as possible. Obsession was the easiest thing to let go of among them.

At Yunjae’s offhand remark, Taebeom frowned at the bridge of his nose in surprise.

Then he tilted his chin and suddenly leaned in. At that unexpected attempt, Yunjae’s body stiffened. There was no time to avoid it, nor did he think of avoiding it. Just before their lips touched, his eyes naturally closed.

He felt the side of the sofa Taebeom had pressed down on sink deeply. As Taebeom adjusted the angle and tilted his chin, a long, large shadow fell in front of Yunjae.

The tongue that licked along the gap between his lips pried its way in. Over his closed eyes, something suddenly flashed past. Something familiar yet unfamiliar. It was a crookedly curved mouth corner and pitch-black eyes clouded by intangible stimulation.

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“Mmm, mmph…”

Panting breaths couldn’t pass properly and pooled beneath his tongue. The limp, limp flesh and the hardened flesh intertwined and were sucked within the narrow confines of his mouth. The breath, heated to the point where it was hard to gauge the temperature, didn’t even have a chance to traverse the air between angle changes before being sucked back into the moist, damp space.

He felt pressure from the hand supporting his nape. The warm hand digging into his skin not only rummaged through his hair but also found the tender hollow beneath his ear, rubbing and pressing against it. His brain sizzled as if oiled, and his lips melted like butter.

Lost in the frantic kissing, his overly heightened senses burst out on their own. Grabbing Taebeom’s collar as they kissed desperately, Yunjae couldn’t withstand the pleasure that surged like a mighty wave and threw his head back, breaking free from the subject of his excitement.

The large hand that had been teasingly stroking the back of his head firmly supported him so it wouldn’t go past the gap between his tilted head and nape.

“Hah… ugh!”

Taebeom, who had suctioned and sucked the entire prominent laryngeal bone beneath his tilted chin with his lips, pulled Yunjae’s waist into an embrace. His naturally curved, twisted waist was wrapped in an arm lined with muscle. There wasn’t a part from his fingertips to his toes that wasn’t curled. Sucked so intensely, his lips tingled where they met the air.

The gaze persistently watching the gasping Yunjae was deeply sinister. Taebeom rubbed his cheek against Yunjae’s heated cheek. Yunjae, flinching every time they touched, was cute. He unhesitatingly said he was cute. Stimulated by the low-pitched voice, Yunjae was at a loss. Taebeom kissed Yunjae’s face here and there and stood up, still holding him.

With their bodies pressed tightly together, lifted into the air, Yunjae stiffened in surprise. Taebeom, sliding his hand along his stiff spine, rubbed his forehead against the tense body and giggled.

Though he wasn’t tall enough to startle anyone or of any exceptional build, Yunjae’s body wasn’t the sort to be lifted so easily either. He’d never had such an experience with any partner before. Being picked up so easily like a child was a first, and his mind went blank.

Adjusting to a first-time experience took considerable time. Yunjae, who couldn’t easily relax, tightly clutched Taebeom’s long, thick neck and hid his face. Honestly, it was embarrassing.

Taebeom, rubbing his nose against the pleasantly warm nape as he turned, headed for the bedroom. The bedroom had no notable furniture other than a single large bed standing alone. The bed didn’t even have a frame.

Entering the barren space, so bare it felt desolate, Taebeom glanced down when his foot hit the mattress. He pulled Yunjae’s waist tightly, having gauged the distance. As he applied force, Yunjae’s body tensed. Taebeom gave a peck on Yunjae’s cheek. Like a gentle kiss telling him not to worry, Taebeom carefully stepped onto the bed.

“I roughly gauged your weight from the first time. Why are you so surprised.”

Lift your waist. Murmuring lowly, Taebeom stood supporting himself on his knees on the mattress, which was unlike ordinary ones in both height and size, anything but average. With Yunjae beneath him, he grabbed his thighs. Massaging the tensed thighs as if kneading them, he spread his legs and settled between them.

Taebeom’s fingers invaded Yunjae’s waistband at will. In a fleeting moment too brief to notice when, the hand placed on the helplessly opened buckle also missed its timing to push away, and Yunjae averted his gaze, trying to hide his shyness.

“Why. Want me to do it?”