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Chapter 85 - Tryst
Yoonshin assumed that this meant that the weight of their feelings toward each other wasn’t equal. Yoonshin couldn’t deny it. This stage was leaning against Sehun. But surprisingly enough, Yoonshin was the one who was psychologically more dependent on the other.
Yoonshin somewhat understood what the other meant, but he thought now was a good time to ask for a clear answer. Yoonshin cast his line, slowly and cautiously. “If I’m ever lonely from now on, could you
”
“Don’t ask. I won’t answer you.”
“
remain by my side?” Yoonshin quickly threw the remainder of the question after Sehun interrupted. Yoonshin pursed his lips. At the same time, Sehun sighed. Yoonshin waited for a moment, but the other man didn’t answer. Feeling somewhat anxious, Yoonshin added, “You’ve already shown your cards, so there’s no taking them back. You can turn a trial around, but you can’t turn me away. I’m at a cul-de-sac.”
“No, you’ve never been at a cul-de-sac. You’re just a kid acting like the world is falling apart from a small and insignificant misfortune. I’m sure it won’t be that big of a deal once you peel back the layers.”
Yoonshin felt upset by Sehun’s words and pushed himself away from the older man. Their eyes met.
“Are you done?” Yoonshin snapped.
“I’m planning on being done. I’m going to do something else. I’ve been wanting to kiss you this whole time, and I’ve been holding back too long.” Sehun yanked at Yoonshin’s necktie that was awkwardly hanging over his shirt, leading Yoonshin against the wall. Even if people saw them, Yoonshin would be obscured by Sehun’s back. The older man leaned in. It was different from the last time at the bar. Their lips unquestionably overlapped, and Yoonshin witnessed it all, his eyes wide open.
Their lips met, then they pulled apart. Several times, their skin rubbed shallowly yet sensually.
Yoonshin’s throat bobbed, holding his breath as he tried to push down the tension that reached its threshold. He wanted to say something, but the moment that his lips parted, Sehun hungrily rushed into his lips. “Senior Attorney, ngh!”
Yoonshin was thrown off by how passionately their lips met, but it was momentary. Yoonshin held onto Sehun’s shoulders for balance. Then, so that their lips could fit into each other better, he tilted his head in the opposite direction to Sehun. Their silky skin pattered against each other several times. Sehun tasted both Yoonshin’s upper and bottom lip.
Then, he slowly slipped in his tongue between the parting of the other’s lips.
“Ngh, mmph
.”
Their sultry flesh tangled, filling the gaps between the bumps and ridges of each other’s tongues. Fluid saliva mingled with every tryst of their tongues.
Yoonshin’s back clattered into the shutters of a store, closed for the night. He felt as though he would succumb to gravity, so he tugged Sehun’s arms closer, pulling the older man into a darker and more private corner.
Sehun, making Yoonshin lean against the wall, continued to explore the younger man’s glistening lips. Yoonshin wasn’t used to being kissed like this—he struggled, feeling breathless. Even so, Sehun refused to let him go, charging voraciously at him repeatedly.
“Ngh, I can’t
b-breath
!” Yoonshin clung to Sehun as he tapped at the older man, begging Sehun to let go. Sehun savored the softness of Yoonshin’s lips, the titillating sensation of his tongue, and the irresistible sweetness of the young man before finally pulling away. Their faces remained close to each other.
Ragged sighs diffused upon each other’s lips. Sehun pecked lightly at Yoonshin’s chin, not wasting the time that they were apart.
“You’ll drool, your mouth hanging open like that.”
Yoonshin, who was catching his uneven breath, closed his mouth in shame. Then, he narrowed his eyes, shooting a glare at Sehun.