LM 38

The position was hard to maintain, but Kwon Siyul didn’t dislike being held in Woo Hyunse’s arms and receiving kisses all over. It felt like a reward after enduring hardship. Kwon Siyul clung tightly with both arms, acting spoiled.

“Shall we go to bed now?”

“…What?”

The strength immediately drained from Kwon Siyul’s arms. His flushed cheeks turned pale and his eyes trembled. He couldn’t believe the words coming out of the other man’s mouth. While Kwon Siyul found himself on the verge of fainting, the other looked refreshed as if he was just warming up.

“We have to do it one more time.”

It wasn’t a joke. The hand stroking his thigh was sincere. Kwon Siyul belatedly realized he was sitting in the tiger’s mouth. He tried to get up at the speed of light but couldn’t escape the other man’s thighs. The snare that caught him was one step ahead of him this whole time.

“Is this why you brought me here?”

His voice was completely hoarse. Even to his own ears, it sounded painful. He cleared his throat but the scratchiness didn’t fully abate.

Kwon Siyul sprawled on the bed like a corpse. His hair was messily scattered over his eyes, but he didn’t even have the strength to brush it aside. He barely turned his head to the side from his prone position. Pressing his cheek into the sheet, wrinkling it, he glared daggers at the person lying next to him.

His eyes met Woo Hyunse’s, who was lying on his back looking at the ceiling. Smiling, he reached out and brushed Kwon Siyul’s sweat-soaked hair back from his forehead.

“Half.”

“Then the other half?”’

“To feed you something delicious.”

Come to think of it, they hadn’t even had the chance to eat lunch yet. But Kwon Siyul wasn’t hungry. Maybe because Woo Hyunse had been in and out so much, he felt full even without having to eat anything.

“I’m not hungry…”

Even uttering one word made his dry throat ache. As he coughed lightly, Woo Hyunse got up and brought some water over to him. Seeing that Kwon Siyul had no strength left in his hands, Woo Hyunse opened the cap himself and took a sip. He pressed his lips to Kwon Siyul’s, passing the water to him. Kwon Siyul gulped it all down.

As his thirst subsided, he regained some strength. Kwon Siyul slowly sat up and drank the water with both hands. After doing all that sweating and ejaculating had drained all the moisture from his body, the water tasted like honey.

“What delicious thing were you going to make?”

“I don’t know how to make much. Pasta?”

Though he wasn’t hungry, Kwon Siyul couldn’t miss this opportunity if Woo Hyunse was going to cook him something. Wrapping the sheet around his shoulders, he nodded his head vigorously.

“Please make it. I want to eat.”

Woo Hyunse smiled as if looking at something cute. He ruffled Kwon Siyul’s hair, kissed his forehead, and told him to rest. Kwon Siyul sat blankly on the bed, staring at Woo Hyunse’s back as he walked out. His broad shoulders and back were marked with scratches Kwon Siyul had left behind in his passion.

Only after Woo Hyunse had completely left the room did Kwon Siyul collapse onto the bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The scent of their activities lingered faintly in the bedroom. It was both tart and sweet all at once.

He placed a hand on his chest. His heart was beating heavily. It was heavier than any heartbeat he’d felt before. Though the sensation was unfamiliar, he didn’t want to reject it.

Kwon Siyul hugged a pillow to his chest and turned on his side. Burying his nose in the soft, fluffy pillow, the scent hit him more strongly. It wasn’t pheromones, but even that was precious to Kwon Siyul. He inhaled deeply, exhaled shortly, then filled his lungs with the scent once more.

As fatigue started to set in, he was about to doze off when he heard clattering sounds coming from outside. His curiosity was piqued. He wanted to see with his own eyes Woo Hyunse cooking. Kwon Siyul’s drowsy eyes snapped open. After all, they wouldn’t be able to stay together all night today as well. It seemed a waste to fall asleep now.

He got off the bed and looked around for his clothes. But they were nowhere to be seen—not under the table, not on the sofa, nowhere. Even though they’d seen everything of each other, it was still embarrassing to walk around naked. Kwon Siyul was considering wrapping himself in the sheet when he spotted one of Woo Hyunse’s tops on the sofa and quickly put it on.

Due to their size difference, just wearing the t-shirt made it hang down to his thighs like a skirt. The neckline was also big, and his collarbone dotted with red marks was exposed.

“Aren’t there any other clothes?”

But no other pieces of clothing were in sight. With no other choice, Kwon Siyul adjusted the shirt slipping off his shoulder, and tiptoed out of the room.

Cooking was in full swing in the kitchen. Water was bubbling and Woo Hyunse was chopping ingredients on a cutting board. When Kwon Siyul made his presence known, Woo Hyunse turned around. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but upon seeing Kwon Siyul’s state, he covered his eyes and chuckled.

Was his appearance that amusing?

Having come out without looking in a mirror, Kwon Siyul didn’t know how he looked. But he had the feeling he must’ve looked quite the sight. His oversized shirt was hanging like a sack, his hair disheveled in all directions, his eyelids and under-eyes puffy.

Round teeth marks on his cheeks, traces of being bitten, licked, and enjoyed all over his exposed skin, and on his inner thighs barely visible beneath the hem of the shirt, pink handprints were clearly imprinted. To Woo Hyunse, he looked like a walking advertisement proclaiming: “I just came here from rolling around in bed.”

“Were you aiming for this?”

After laughing for a while, Woo Hyunse said something unexpected. Kwon Siyul didn’t understand the meaning right away and asked him again what he meant.

“What was I aiming for?”

“The clothes.”

Although the fabric felt soft and expensive, Kwon Siyul wasn’t the type to covet others’ belongings shamelessly. Worried Woo Hyunse might misunderstand him, Kwon Siyul quickly explained, waving his hands around.

“Oh, I had nothing else to wear…Where are my clothes?”

“I put them in the washing machine. They were wet.”

For a moment, Kwon Siyul didn’t understand why they were wet, but then he realized something. His cheeks immediately flamed. He covered his face with one hand. They had started on the living room sofa. His clothes had been strewn carelessly under the sofa, so he was probably the culprit who made them wet.

“They won’t dry by today…”

“We can use the dryer. If they don’t dry, just wear my clothes.”

Kwon Siyul hadn’t thought of the dryer. That would solve the problem of what to wear when leaving. Relieved of one worry, he now became conscious of his exposed lower half. He hesitantly asked if he could borrow some underwear, but Woo Hyunse told him to stay there. They’d be too big and slide off anyway.

Next time, maybe he should bring a change of clothes. With this frivolous thought, Kwon Siyul circled around the island counter to approach Woo Hyunse.

“Is there anything I can help with?”

“Just sit down comfortably.”

The only thing Kwon Siyul knew how to make was instant ramen. Cooking had been Kwon Yuwon’s domain. And since he favored Korean food, pasta had never appeared on their table before.

Wanting to help somehow, Kwon Siyul couldn’t sit still and hovered around Woo Hyunse. He raised his heels to peek over Woo Hyunse’s shoulder, sat on the table only to jump up again and stick close to the other man to watch him cook.

“You can’t stay still, can you?”

Woo Hyunse commented, watching Kwon Siyul fidget around. Kwon Siyul, who had just been on tiptoes trying to see over Woo Hyunse’s shoulder, quickly gauged his reaction.

“It’s boring to just sit. Am I in the way?”

“No.”

Kwon Siyul thought Woo Hyunse might tell him to get lost because he was annoying, but his usual smile played on his lips. No, it might have been even a bit deeper. Kwon Siyul grinned and clung to Woo Hyunse. Even though his presence in the kitchen must’ve been a nuisance, Woo Hyunse didn’t complain. He moved just fine with Kwon Siyul hanging off his side like another extension of himself. From afar, they probably looked like a cicada stuck to an old tree.

The pasta was ready quickly. It was a dish Kwon Siyul had only eaten in school cafeterias, never having bought it with his own money. He didn’t particularly like it, but strangely, seeing the pasta Woo Hyunse had served made his mouth water. The food looked delicious. He could almost hear his stomach growling.

“Thank you for the meal.”

After watching Woo Hyunse start eating, Kwon Siyul twirled some pasta around his fork as he’d seen on TV and took a bite. His eyes widened. It wasn’t the ketchup-drenched taste from the cafeteria or orphanage. Was pasta always this good? It was as much of a revelation as the yogurt drink had been.

His forgotten hunger was revived. Kwon Siyul’s hands moved faster. He didn’t even realize sauce had smeared around his mouth. After wolfing down his food for a while, he suddenly noticed an intense gaze and looked up, startled.

Had he eaten too ravenously? Kwon Yuwon’s teaching flashed through his mind: since they grew up without parents, they should always be mindful of their manners when eating anywhere, and shouldn’t eat like they were possessed. Belatedly embarrassed, he put his fork down.

“It’s just so delicious…I ate too messily, didn’t I?”

“It’s nice to watch, why stop?”

Woo Hyunse kindly wiped the sauce from around Kwon Siyul’s lips. Kwon Siyul flicked out his tongue, licking where Woo Hyunse’s fingers had touched. It tasted of tangy tomato.

“Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“I didn’t. It’s basic. Pasta is easy.”

To have such skill without ever learning…Kwon Siyul had once heard a restaurant chef say that cooking talent was innate. He couldn’t help but think God had distributed talents unfairly.

“I thought you wouldn’t do things like cooking, Mr. CEO. I figured you’d order in or hire someone.”

“That’s usually true. Today is special. Just for Kwon Siyul.”

It wasn’t said to show off. His voice was matter-of-fact as if stating a simple truth. Even so, Kwon Siyul’s heart fluttered in his chest. Trying not to show that he was moved, he lowered his head and took another bite of pasta.