Chapter 15. Let’s Finish What We Started (7)

Translator: Lili

The words caught in his throat. In a heartbeat, Lee Chayoung had closed the distance and was towering over Seo Gyuha, looking down at him with an almost leisurely smile.

“Turn around. Let me handle it.”

The first to move was Chayoung. He effortlessly turned the still-frozen Gyuha around. Pressing one hand against his shoulder, he brought his other hand to the cleft of Gyuha’s b*cks*de, pushing his fingers inside without hesitation.

“You’ve been working hard on loosening up. It’s really soft.”

“F*** off, will you?”

Gyuha’s shoulder muscles twitched under the pressure. Though his words were spat out harshly, Chayoung didn’t even blink. Instead, he casually told him to arch his back a bit while steadily pushing deeper.

“Ahh…!”

Gyuha’s body jolted as though struck by lightning.

‘There.’

Chayoung’s grin widened. Curling his nails slightly, he scratched at the sensitive spot. Gyuha’s body jerked, his hands clenching against the wall as he struggled to hold himself upright.

His stifled moans filtered through the sound of the water cascading from the shower. Soon, his hips began to tremble, his posture giving way little by little. Leaning his weight against Gyuha’s body, Chayoung whispered in his ear.

“Why’d you bother being a top all this time? You feel so good from the back.”

“Ahh…! Hnn!”

As soon as Gyuha opened his mouth, another jolt of pleasure shot through his lower abdomen. He buried his face in his forearm, panting heavily. From the tip of his fully er*ct length, an unknown fluid dripped steadily onto the floor.

Chayoung was undeniably skilled. Despite having only had one encounter before, he had instantly honed in on Gyuha’s sensitive spot, leaving no room for protest or resistance. His long fingers persistently stroked the same area, making Gyuha’s body twitch uncontrollably. Each time Chayoung scraped the spot with his nails, Gyuha’s er*ction throbbed visibly.

“Do you want to do it here? Or do you prefer it on the bed?”

The whispered question sent shivers down Gyuha’s spine. It wasn’t just his spine—his whole body reacted, his n*pples stiffening from the warm breath grazing his skin.

“Get lost, you creep. You’re giving me goosebumps.”

Chayoung ignored the protest, leisurely licking at the edge of Gyuha’s ear while tugging the knot of his robe loose. The garment slipped to the floor effortlessly.

Retracting his fingers, Chayoung aligned his hardened sh*ft against Gyuha’s entrance. Almost simultaneously, Gyuha twisted around to face him.

“On the bed.”

“Wouldn’t it be fine here?”

“It’s too cramped. I hate it.”

No wonder he was out of breath, the showerhead had been spraying hot water continuously.

Gyuha’s gaze dropped, catching sight of Chayoung’s fully er*ct length for the first time, and his expression stiffened with a mix of irritation and disbelief. Though confident in his own size, Chayoung’s sheer proportions were enough to make anyone reconsider their beliefs.

For once, Chayoung complied. Tossing a bath towel to Gyuha, he dried himself off and tied another towel loosely around his waist. Watching him, Gyuha frowned like someone forced to endure an unpleasant sight. The prominent outline of Chayoung’s er*ction beneath the towel made it impossible to look away.

“This way.”

Gyuha followed behind Chayoung, water dripping from his hair. He didn’t care, after all, it wasn’t his home.

When the previously closed bedroom door swung open, Gyuha stepped inside, but stopped in his tracks. As he crossed the threshold, a sharp tingling sensation enveloped him—a sensation stronger than before, like static electricity or a feverish chill.

He rubbed his forearm absentmindedly and stood still as Chayoung turned back with a curious expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“What the hell is this?”

His retort was as curt and biting as ever.

‘Was it just the cold?’

He wondered briefly, glancing around the room. Before he could focus, Chayoung roughly grabbed his chin, and something hot pressed against his lips.

“Mmph…!”

A firm tongue invaded his mouth, moving skillfully as Chayoung entwined it with his own. His hands found Gyuha’s nipples, pinching them lightly. A fresh wave of goosebumps prickled over Gyuha’s skin.

‘What am I going to do with this guy?’

He wondered. Then, a thought crossed his mind.

‘If Chayoung wanted to play rough, so be it.’

Grabbing the back of Chayoung’s head, Gyuha thrust his tongue into his mouth aggressively. If he received something, he’d give it back just as hard—backing down wasn’t in his nature.

The intense kiss continued as if they were about to devour each other. Each time their tongues intertwined and rubbed together, the wet sound of saliva filled the room. After quite some time, Lee Chayoung finally pulled away, exhaling heavily.

“Haa…”

Panting slightly, Seo Gyuha wiped his lips with the back of his hand. For a fleeting moment, he felt a sense of victory, but it was quickly replaced by a dissatisfied glare aimed at Chayoung.

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

“All of a sudden?”

“Yeah.”

“We kissed a lot that time too. Of course, you wouldn’t remember.”

Gyuha had no retort. Whenever that day was mentioned, it made him feel small, but he deliberately lifted his chin and stared Chayoung straight in the eye.

At that moment, Chayoung leaned in, their lips locking once more. Though a deep frown formed on Gyuha’s brow, he didn’t push him away.

‘How many people has this guy been with to kiss so well? It’s absurd to continue acting upright and proper.’

As their lips tangled, Gyuha’s lower half began to stir involuntarily.

Unwilling to lose, Gyuha moved his tongue aggressively as well. By the time he came back to his senses, they were already on the bed.