Chapter 69. The Sound Youth Makes When It Drowns (25)

Her back bumped into the tightly closed supply room door as she stumbled backward. Tilting his head, Jaeheon bit at his lip and the tip of his nose as he reached for the doorknob.

The door flung open, and her body, leaning against it, tilted backward, her legs tangling. At the end of the narrow supply room lined with tall shelves on either side was a cream-colored sofa with two cushions and a neatly folded blanket—enough to suggest exactly what this room was used for.

He kicked the door shut behind them, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her close. Their lips crashed together, tongues tangling wildly. Heat surged, his lower half already rock hard.

He unbuttoned her blouse, slipping his hand through the opening to cup her swollen breast.

“Hngh…”

“Why are you so turned on, huh?”

He teased her hardened nipple while hiking up her skirt. Tugging her thin underwear down to her thighs, Eunkyo stepped back, pulling it off the rest of the way herself.

Beneath the shed fabric was a pair of cream-colored panties, layered beneath the first. One foot at a time, she slipped out of them, brushing away her clinging hair with a flushed face.

Jaeheon’s jaw tensed, his eyes flashing with a fiery glow. He took two strides forward and pushed her down onto the sofa.

Her body sank into the cushions, soft and deep. Without hesitation, he knelt on the floor and pushed her skirt up higher.

“Fuck, why are you already this wet? I haven’t even done anything.”

“You know why… I like your voice. It’s… too hot.”

“Oh yeah? Then have you ever touched yourself thinking about my voice?”

“W-What? N-No! I haven’t—”

“Then do it now.”

He gripped her knees to keep them apart, staring up at her with intensity. Locking eyes, he gave a slight nod.

“Go on.”

“…Are you serious?”

“Mhm. I want to see, Eunkyo.”

“I do it all the time.” 

He murmured, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. Then came a sharp nip of teeth. Eunkyo’s breath hitched as she hesitantly slid her middle finger between her folds.

As Jaeheon had said—embarrassingly wet. The slippery flesh gave way easily. As she circled the sensitive spot, her lower belly clenched, and her hips jerked upward.

A shallow climax came quickly, but it wasn’t satisfying. Her body reacted, her eyes glazed, but what she truly needed was something more—deep, filling, consuming.

She tilted her head back with a moan, lifting her hips slightly. As her fingers sought out the entrance, Jaeheon grabbed her wrist and growled.

“That part’s mine.”

“Haah…”

He took her slick fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, before spreading her lips and leaning in. He flattened his tongue against her soaked folds and then wrapped his lips around her clit, gently pulling.

Her slim, parted legs trembled violently.

Sliding his hand under her to lift her hips, he pressed deeper. Bent almost in half, Eunkyo moaned and clenched at the sofa cushions.

His hot breath fanned against her skin, his tongue moving with obscene purpose. Every inhale made her walls flutter open and shut.

Her toes curled in the air. A dark stain spread across the cream-colored sheet beneath her.

Still kneeling, he unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly. Her trembling hand reached out, grabbing a fistful of his hair. The pull was sharp—he looked up to find her flushed, dazed gaze locked on him, begging.

“Jaeheon… please. Just put it in. Please?”

It was her voice, breathless and hot with arousal, that finally snapped his control.

His mind flooded with the urge to just thrust into her. Hard. Now.

“No.”

Instead, he doubled down, licking her even more insistently. He sucked up the slickness leaking from her, circled her swollen clit with his tongue, and swallowed every drop. Eunkyo twisted away, one hand covering her mouth.

He didn’t know what exactly had happened to her—but he understood what state she was in.

This was a binge—of depression. She was being consumed by a shapeless sadness she couldn’t spit out or digest, left to suffer under the weight of it.

Sliding his arms beneath her armpits, Jaeheon lifted her up in one swift motion.

“Ah!”

Surprised by the sudden lift, she instinctively clung to him like a lifeline. Her cheek against his was so soft he couldn’t resist biting at her earlobe as he sat back down on the couch.

“It’s in my back pocket. The condom.”

As he leaned back slightly, she reached behind him and pulled it out. A couple more fell with it, dangling off her fingertips, and he gave a smug little smile.

“Isn’t this a bit much?” 

She asked in surprise, eyeing the number of condoms.

Instead of answering, he gave her a sharp grin, baring his teeth. She held one between her fingers and tucked the edge between them.

He bit down, tearing the wrapper clean through. The latex, slick with gel, slipped free.

“Give it here.”

Eunkyo picked up the condom that had landed on her blouse and placed it in Jaeheon’s hand, still wrapped around her waist. The damp tip brushed the back of his hand.

She could feel the hard pressure of his shaft rising all the way up to her hip bone—its threatening size unmistakable. Jaeheon sucked gently on her cheek and earlobe like candy, occasionally whispering between licks.

Sometimes he cursed, sometimes he muttered to himself. Occasionally he asked her things. But Eunkyo couldn’t make out a word.

His wet tongue brushing her ear was too warm, too ticklish—it sent a wicked thrill all the way up to her brain.

His body burned against hers, while loud rain battered the world outside.