Come Back

“Hongseo was so enthusiastic about taking my side. I liked hearing that.”

“……”

“I can no longer tolerate words like ‘rag’.”

While rubbing the inside of Choi Hong-seo’s wrist with his thumb, Lee Hae-seong’s lips hardened. It seemed that he knew that there was still anger inside him, even though he didn’t show it in front of Choi Hong-seo.

This time, Choi Hong-seo grabbed Lee Hae-seong’s hand. The four hands were intertwined, facing downward.

“If I had studied hard, I would have spoken more coherently, but… You know what I said earlier. I don’t know how to speak elegantly, and I have a bad temper. I’m not the kind of innocent baby you’re talking about.”

Lee Hae-seong pulled the hand that was clasped in his hands with force for a moment. Choi Hong-seo, who was helplessly dragged towards his chest, buried his lips around his exposed collarbone. Lee Hae-seong’s dry lips pressed against his temple.

“I had to create the poison. How could I have endured that hell without it?”

It was a past that was once shaken off by choosing death. It was a choice that was expected to end all situations related to that past. However, now that he was resurrected, even though the people involved were killed or punished, the wounds left inside Choi Hong-seo from those times were still there.

As these words of understanding seeped into the cracks and sore wounds, filling them with warmth and healing them, Choi Hong-seo realized that there were still wounds inside him.

Recovery is because there are wounds.

But it didn’t matter. The fact that those things were literally just a past life that ended on its own remained unchanged. In this life, the only thing Choi Hong-seo cared about was Lee Hae-seong.

“Even though you insulted me with vulgar words, you thought of the insult you gave me first.”

His two hands came up, loosening the grip and running their fingers through each other, and then broadly cupped Choi Hong-seo’s cheeks.

“The kind of affection you give me… is what keeps me alive.”

“……”

“The vice president is a good person, and his blind affection was precious to me.”

At a close distance, Hae-Seong’s eyes looked deeply into Choi Hong-Seo’s two eyes one by one. Like a secret witness who has discovered an incredible treasure, his eyes were filled with wonder. Through the same kind of affection, he could tell that he was now feeling the reality that his lover had come back to life.

The moment I felt his gaze becoming more complicated and tangled, the face with distinct features tilted obliquely and the lips overlapped. The kiss, in which they alternately sucked and held each other, was intense from the start. The tip of the nose was crushed, and the lower lip was turned over, revealing the soft mucous membrane. He scratched and sucked the mucous membrane, and he raised his teeth enough to leave a slight wound.

“Ugh.”

He loved even that tenderness. He didn’t want to reject it. Choi Hong-seo came closer to him, pressed his stomach against his, and continued to caress the strong and beautiful curves of his naked upper body.

Like a beast that couldn’t measure the difference in size between himself and his opponent and pounced on the trainer who had shown him affection, Hae-seong Lee kept pushing Hong-seo Choi. When Hong-seo Choi’s heels and the back of his head, who had been pushed back by his weight, touched the closet, Hae-seong Lee rubbed the back of his lower lip’s mucous membrane once more and then released his lips.

“Haa, huh… ha…”

Choi Hong-seo took a deep breath with his lips that had become sensitive and flushed in an instant. With a thud, Lee Hae-seong’s forehead met Choi Hong-seo’s.

“To be continued.”

His voice was deeper and more penetrating than usual, his lust fueled by the kiss.

“Promise me that you’ll shower with me every night, even after this honeymoon period is over.”

Choi Hong-seo laughed silently, scratching his lower lip with his teeth.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Are you newlyweds?”

“Why? No? Should we start with a grand ceremony in secret? If Hongseo wants to do that, we can do it.”

He tilted his shoulders and bowed his head deeply to meet Choi Hong-seo’s eyes, who had dropped his gaze while laughing. Even while doing so, he never let go of his hands that were holding his sides and his lower body that was pressed tightly together.

“Or, are you only with me now and plan on living with another man later?”

“That can’t be true.”

When I raised my head in a fit of anger, Haeseong’s satisfied expression was waiting for me, making eye contact just as I wanted.

“Viva.”

Lee Hae-seong said, glancing down at Choi Hong-seo’s hand, which was pushing against his chest as if rejecting him. Choi Hong-seo hesitantly took his hand away from his thick, wide chest and raised his arm in a crooked manner.

Lee Hae-seong took off the hooded sweatshirt and the white sweatshirt underneath in one go. Choi Hong-seo’s stomach was flat, but unlike when Yoon Hye-an was the owner, there were clear abs on both sides. Lee Hae-seong whispered on Choi Hong-seo’s lips as he traced the curves that were like proof of his identity with his fingertips.

“Promise me you’ll stay by my side forever.”

“I promise.”

Choi Hong-seo answered immediately. So that he wouldn’t be anxious.

I knew full well that his question was not about the vague promise of ‘eternity’ that is usually exchanged between lovers, or the sweet and romantic pledge. I knew what he was afraid of.

After devouring Choi Hong-seo’s lips and showering him with another greedy, meal-like kiss, Lee Hae-seong unbuttoned his lover’s jeans, unzipped them, and slid both hands down from her lower back to her buttocks.

“Ugh, huh.”

Her buttocks were also more muscular and elastic than before. His tongue caressed her smooth palate, drawing geometric lines, and slipped out of her lips, scraping the back of her upper teeth.

He looked at Choi Hong-seo, panting, with a dissatisfied, still hungry expression. His sexy, thick and curved lips moved in confusion, wanting to say something. Only after completely distorting one cheek did he speak heavily, one word at a time, between panting breaths.

“I promise you this too. From now on, I will never watch another movie that doesn’t have a happy ending.”

Although she was smiling playfully amidst her heavy breathing, Choi Hong-seo, who knew the hidden meaning behind why she was asking for such a promise, found it difficult to smile back.

, , .

Maybe our previous endings were like that because we only watched movies together that didn’t have happy endings.

ARA’s understanding, which does not believe in any religion or superstition, was afraid of such things.

If the fact that it was healed showed that there was a wound, then the fact that there were many promises that one wanted to receive meant anxiety.

A man like Lee Hae-seong is afraid. He wants to be confirmed and make promises with empty words. Sometimes, people need the power of words even though they know it is meaningless, and a man like Lee Hae-seong ultimately wanted that in the face of fear.

Choi Hong-seo imitated him. He held both cheeks in his hands and looked straight into her eyes. He kissed her first, not caring about the roughness of his beard that had grown gray at the end of the day. He did this several times.

“I won’t watch it. Never.”

Knock, this time it was the sound of Lee Hae-seong picking up Choi Hong-seo and slamming his back against the closet. Wrapping his legs around his waist and his tongue around his, Choi Hong-seo was carried into the bathroom with both feet in the air by him.

The two people, completely naked in the shower, washed each other’s hair and washed their bodies with foam like innocent children who knew nothing about sex. But of course, since they weren’t real children, their genitals were firmly erect the whole time.

While kissing Choi Hong-seo’s nape from behind, Lee Hae-seong washed the foam off Choi Hong-seo’s body with the water stream from the shower. Even though the water pressure was strong, like sticking a needle in, the water stream hitting his chest only felt ticklish. Choi Hong-seo frowned, turning his head from side to side like someone being bullied.

“If two people live together with eternity in mind, then they are already newlyweds.”

“Ugh, uhm… umm, hmm.”

The water stream flowing down from his chest passed through his lower abdomen and navel, drenching his genitals and pubic hair. Choi Hong-seo even laid his head on his shoulder and turned around.

“I’ve already been on something like a honeymoon.”

The water stream dug deeper and deeper, crawling between her legs, turning her head upside down and hitting her perineum from bottom to top.

“Haa, huh… huh, huh…”

Choi Hong-seo, who was holding onto Lee Hae-seong’s arm, tried to hold on by digging his fingertips into the slippery skin. It was harder to put strength into his knees because of his voice that sweetly resonated in the humid air.

“We had sex day and night, without condoms, like on our honeymoon. It was so weird that we didn’t have a honeymoon baby.”

As if shouting surrender, Choi Hongseo guided his hand, not the shower head, to his vagina. With a thud, the shower head, which had been thrown down, coiled on the tiles, and the water that had been spraying everywhere became calm after crumpling to one side, and all that could be heard in the booth was the sticky squelching of wet flesh sticking together and sticky moans.

We’ve been living together in this house for a few days now. There hasn’t been a single day that we’ve slept without touching each other’s bodies. It doesn’t always lead to anal sex, but we’re not always quiet enough to let each other fall asleep peacefully while lying next to each other.

It was more about relieving anxiety than sexual desire, like sex in Malibu.

There may be something crouching in the darkness of the unseen future. In order to forget that fear for a moment, we had no choice but to cling to each other. And the theory of understanding was that there were two ways to confirm each other’s existence, understand each other, and approach it more deeply.

Conversation, and sex.

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