Semantic Error - Chapter 11.7
‘There’s a better method, so why do you need to talk?’
He was prepared to fully express the feelings that were pumping through his veins, infesting his heart, running all through his body. He hugged Sangwoo’s upper body and pulled him towards himself, closed his eyes, and buried his lips into his nape. His hands swept down his firm back and his lips slipped over his shoulders.
Sangwoo’s body was as hot as a person suffering from fever. Jaeyoung’s fingers moved from his back to his waist. As his fingers climbed up his side, he felt each rib one at a time, and tickled his armpit. Then, as he made his way down his sleeve, he moved down the muscles of the lean arm, found his hand, and interlocked it with his own.
As soon as he opened his eyes, his chest was pushed back by a strong force. After being forced two steps back, his back touched the cold wall. The brute, who was very near him, frowned because he was bothered.
“You keep… stopping me from talking.”
The distance between their lips was less than a handspan. In addition to the smell of alcohol, it was clear that Sangwoo was emitting pheromones that enticed Jaeyoung. There was no explanation for his excitement otherwise.
“Why… you keep seducing me, putting me in a tough spot.”
Sangwoo’s forehead touched Jaeyoung’s forehead. Jaeyoung’s vision darkened as Sangwoo covered his eyes with his palm. His heart pounded so hard, it was as if it were going to explode. Soon, Sangwoo’s lips grazed his neck. Perhaps it was because he felt the pressure to act in the same way, but he bit his neck like Jaeyoung had. The hot tongue tickled his ribs. Despite his clumsy caressing, Jaeyoung became confused. The quiet staircase in the building was filled with just sounds of licking.
Jaeyoung couldn’t hold back for long, and he tightly held Sangwoo in his arms. He pushed him up the stairs and found less than a pyeong1 of flat ground and pushed him against the wall. Sangwoo grabbed Jaeyoung’s wrist then and pushed him into a corner.
“It’s my turn now.”
Without a word, Sangwoo began to lick from the spot he had stopped at earlier. He restrained Jaeyong’s hands behind his back, perhaps because he was afraid he would escape. Jaeyoung let Sangwoo do as he wished, but it was hard for him to remain still. His body kept moving, because he wanted to completely strip Sangwoo, lay him down, and become one with him, so he was about to turn around. His hair was prickling from him imagining how tight he would be inside, how active he would be, and what kind of groans he would let him hear.
“Let’s go inside first.”
Jaeyoung had suddenly begun to climb the stairs with long strides while groping Sangwoo’s ass and pulling him by the wrist.
Why did the time it took to open the door lock feel like it had lasted for so long? Jaeyoung was thinking that he couldn’t stand it. He might have been more delayed because he touched Sangwoo’s chest and bit his ear from behind. Sangwoo opened the door only after getting the password wrong three times.
As soon as Jaeyoung entered the dark space, he wrapped around Sangwoo’s body and pushed him back. He found the bed through the silhouette, pushed him down, and immediately climbed on top. He was trying to kiss him, but Sangwoo dodged to the side to avoid him and pushed Jaeyoung away.
“I need… time to prepare.”
Jaeyoung ignored his words, grabbed his chin, made him look at him, and gave him a kiss. Sangwoo struggled to push Jaeyoung’s face away.
“I said I need time to prepare… Ah, sunbae… Please, just…”
Jaeyoung unbuckled Sangwoo’s pants and pulled them down. That’s when Sangwoo sat up and shouted angrily, “Please! Stop and give me some time to prepare.”
While being surprised by this unexpected development, Jaeyoung heard the door being forcefully slammed shut. He turned around and stared at the door he believed was the entrance to the bathroom. Dumbstruck, he stood up and approached the door.
He knocked and put his ear on the door, but he couldn’t hear anything.
“Are you okay?”
“Just a minute, just give me a minute.”
He then heard the sound of water. It didn’t sound like a shower, but more like washing his face in the sink. Jaeyoung absentmindedly sat down on the floor while leaning against the wall for a while.
When his overwhelming excitement subsided a bit, he stood up with the idea of getting a drink of water or something, so he fumbled over the wall to find the light switch. With the light on in the apartment, he saw that the bedroom and kitchen were separate structures. It was as clean as a new house and it had little furniture, so it felt empty.