The Unbelievers

Chapter 90

“Ugh…”

Eunseong moaned and twisted his body as Siwoon’s hand pressed against his flesh through the shirt, touching sensitive areas. His slightly raised knee brushed against the private parts of the man lying turned toward him. Siwoon’s lower body was clearly felt, not just erect but enlarged as if about to burst.

Startled by the thick something that brushed against him, Eunseong’s eyes turned to his face. Siwoon’s expression showed no particular change despite being erect, as if he often experienced such intense stimulation normally. Only his eyes couldn’t hide their heat, showing an intense gaze as if he might devour Eunseong at any moment.

“…See? I’m definitely a man.”

“…”

“Right? Ahjussi, ah, your hand keeps… your hand.”

“…”

Eunseong twisted his body as Siwoon’s hand slowly kneaded and rubbed the flesh around his chest.

“It’s embarrassing when… I’m the only one talking.”

He hunched his upper body as if trying to avoid Siwoon’s hand, but Siwoon’s touch only grew more intense. Unable to meet his piercing gaze directly while his hand touched his chest, Eunseong kept lowering and raising his eyes restlessly.

“Why… why do you keep touching there?”

“…”

“Ahjussi, I thought you said you were conservative. Just before you said you were conservative…”

Siwoon lowered his head and approached. He came close enough for their breaths to be felt, capturing Eunseong in his lowered gaze.

The pulsing of trembling lips was transmitted. He was holding his breath. Siwoon’s breathing was irregular, cut off abruptly as he barely suppressed his impulses, his exhaled breath touching Eunseong’s lips.

Feeling his body heat at this distance where his scent was strong, Eunseong suddenly felt like crying. Eunseong wrapped both arms around Siwoon’s neck and raised his head to kiss him. Their moist lips and teeth slightly collided. He felt pain from Siwoon’s hand trying to grasp his flat chest.

“Mmm…!”

Moaning in pain, he extended his tongue into Siwoon’s mouth. He touched and licked his stiff tongue. Soon, Siwoon’s upper body slowly collapsed, fully resting his weight on Eunseong.

Eunseong exhaled sharply at the overwhelming weight pressing down on his entire body. Siwoon opened his mouth and swallowed Eunseong’s breath. The sound of friction as they sucked each other through their lips intertwined wetly. Hot breaths scattered rapidly. Eunseong grabbed his hair. The scalp was heated and warm.

“Haa, hh, mmm…”

“Hh, mmph.”

His thick tongue penetrated as if about to lick all the way to his throat. Eunseong had to open his mouth wide. The persistent and sticky contact invading the inside of his mouth made him dizzy. Unable to breathe properly, his chest felt tight as if burning.

“Mmph, uh, haa… mmm… mmm.”

Whenever their sticky lips separated with a wet sound, Eunseong had to exhale urgently. This was a more intense kiss than any they had shared before. It was both pleasurable and frightening. Siwoon’s nonsensical words about pregnancy felt sincere. It was a persistent, numbing kiss that made it seem like it might really happen. Eunseong’s entire body was heightened with excitement that constricted his chest.

Eunseong slowly but clearly rubbed his lower body against Siwoon’s pressed against him. Exhaling breathlessly with unmistakable sexual excitement, Siwoon separated his heated lips. Eunseong opened his hazy eyes at the sticky sound of their lips parting.

“Haa… haa, are you okay?”

“…Why are you asking that? You said you wanted to get me pregnant.”

“…When did I?”

“You just said so earlier.”

“I… when.”

With his body temperature raised, Eunseong simply gave in to instinct and rubbed himself against him, lifting his hips. He grabbed Siwoon’s clothes with both hands and pulled him down forcefully.

“Ah…!”

He let out a cry at the pressure of their chests colliding and his body being pressed down. Siwoon too, the moment he fully lowered himself between Eunseong’s parted legs, couldn’t hold back and began rhythmically moving his hips. It was an animal-like movement that seemed driven by instinct rather than will.

Eunseong’s cheeks flushed red. When Siwoon lowered his hips and thrust strongly below, Eunseong’s chin and chest simultaneously rose into the air. It was an unbelievably strong sensation.

“Haa, mmm…!”

Siwoon’s eyes were unconsciously scanning Eunseong’s body. He stared explicitly at the invisible parts inside the shirt that he couldn’t bring himself to remove, showing only the delicate neck and collarbone, and the lower body covered by pants.

If he undressed him now… the rough desire to visually confirm the mark, despite already knowing about it, rose up enough to make him nauseous.

Lips as sweet as honey, eyes as fair as lilies, the serpent multitude in the abyss shall be visible only to those with spiritual sight… he wanted to see the mark on the neck that was said to be visible only to those with spiritual sight.

Siwoon moved his hips quickly, thrusting downward. The sensation transmitted from his erect part, which felt painful from prolonged self-punishment even at the slightest touch, was stimulating enough to drive him crazy.

His twisting back became damp with sweat, and sweat also appeared on his forehead. He thrust his swollen organ against Eunseong’s heated perineum.

“Ah, ahjussi, I, I, wait a moment, I strange, ah, it hurts, ah, uh, mmm!”

Eunseong threw his head back, letting out intense moans as the tightly pressed sensation burst. Soon his entire body began trembling, and hot tears streamed down past his ears.

Siwoon, who had been rubbing against him, also trembled and ejaculated right there in his pants.

“Haa, haa, haa…”

An intense shudder ran through him. He rested his weight defenselessly on Eunseong and caught his breath.

Slowly raising his upper body, he looked down at Eunseong. Eunseong had a somewhat dazed expression. His parted lips quivered faintly.

“…Eunseong.”

“…”

His eyes, which had been wandering in the vast emptiness, turned toward him. His forehead and neck were wet with sweat. In that short time, their heated body temperatures had melded into sweet bodily scents that permeated each other.

Siwoon shifted his weight to the side, moving off Eunseong. He reached down to remove Eunseong’s pants, which were responding sluggishly. At that moment, Eunseong grabbed the back of his hand on top of the belt buckle.

“…Why?”

“I don’t want to.”

“But you’re soiled.”

Realizing belatedly that he meant to clean his wet lower area, Eunseong shook his head. The sensation of ecstasy that had enveloped his entire body was gradually subsiding.

“I don’t want to.”

“…You don’t?”

Siwoon’s eyes watched Eunseong meaningfully.

Eunseong knew that sometimes he looked at him with those explicit eyes of observation. Like someone who wanted to know the truth. As if suspecting Eunseong was hiding something.

“I’ll do it… I’ll do it myself later.”

“Let me clean you.”

“It’s okay. I can do it myself.”

“…Can I ask why you don’t want me to? Is it because you don’t want to show me?”

“…”

Though Siwoon asked in a gentle voice, his eyes were teeming with persistence to know more. Eunseong saw this look in his eyes for the first time. It was surprising and frightening. Suddenly a feeling of fear arose, a feeling of being violated somehow, even though he wasn’t a child who needed to maintain purity or chastity.

The fact that Siwoon, though kind and affectionate to him, was just another male subject to and dominated by sexual desire, struck him as fresh and unfamiliar. Perhaps it was because he had only shown restraint until now. He felt unfamiliar.

Siwoon’s lower body was still heated. His wet underwear from ejaculation chafed against his sensitized skin, making it swell even more with uncomfortable pressure constricting below.

The heated desire to remove Eunseong’s lower garments and confirm the mark that would be there was sordidly consuming him. It wasn’t an instinct that could be suppressed by reason.

Eunseong appeared to be hesitating, as if reluctant. He held Siwoon’s hand immobile while meeting his gaze steadily.

Suddenly Siwoon came to his senses. Recalling what he had done, his body chilled and his sweaty back instantly went cold. He quickly relaxed his hand. He slowly separated his body so as not to startle Eunseong. He spoke carefully so that Eunseong wouldn’t feel embarrassed or hurt.

“…I think I might make a mistake if I keep doing this.”

“…”

“Should I leave?”

“…This is your room, ahjussi. I’ll, I’ll go.”

Eunseong gently pushed his hand away and awkwardly got up. He slipped out of his room without making a sound.

Siwoon collapsed face down on the bed. His lower region was still hot and throbbing. Staring blankly at a corner of the room, Siwoon exhaled a deep sigh, a sigh of self-contempt.

He buried his face in the bedding that was deeply permeated with Eunseong’s scent.

“…Haa, shit.”

Now his mind was filled only with a vague fear that if something like this happened again, he had reached his limit and truly wouldn’t be able to hold back next time.