Gashiyeon- Chapter 8 [Part 2]
Along the way to the bedroom, I tripped over my feet and almost dropped the plate of food I had been holding. As I continued to laugh loudly, Yunho continued to scold me for doing so.
But even despite his rough words, there was no mistaking the smile playing on his lips. But the laughter didn’t last long. The place that we eventually ended up at after I had compliantly allowed Yunho to steer me through to our destination, was hers and his bedroom.
“I…don’t want to go in there.”
There was no indication that I was going to move my feet any time soon. Seeing me standing there, motionless and with a grim look on my face, Yunho took the initiative to steal the plate from my hands and opened the door to the room. A dream like space bathed in bright sunlight spread out before my eyes.
Could I really go in that room? In the kind of things I was wearing- in the kind of state that I was in, did I really have the right to set foot in there?
All I needed to do was barge my way in, as if nothing was wrong- just like the day that I had stubbornly pushed that shirt in Yunho’s arms. But the dark abyss of reluctance grabbed at my ankles.
“Come in…I’m here. It’s okay.”
“No…”
“You’re a good boy, right, Jaejoong?”
I shook my head furiously. Yunho let out a sigh, looking at my indescribably contorted face.
“I don’t want to be apart from you, alright? Come here…”
I didn’t want to be separated from him for even an instant either. But even so I couldn’t bring myself to take Yunho’s outstretched hand that stood just past the doorway and into the room.
As if an invisible wall had sprung up between us, I couldn’t find it in myself to move in any closer. I tried my hardest to push back the tears.
I repeated smiling and frowning until the muscles in my face began to ache. A dark shadow settled over Yunho’s face at my horrifying display.
I bit my lips and pushed back my tears. The back of my throat ached as I forcibly swallowed the growing lump that I felt.
When else are you over going to get another chance like this…Come quick.”
“Sob…”
The fact that my heart was currently crying was probably an indication of the immorality of what I had done. I guess I had a better sense of shame than I had realized.
In the end, I fell to my knees before I was able to take Yunho’s outstretched hand.
Even despite the only too real freezing coldness of the marble underneath my backside, I sat with my face buried in my hands, trembling with sobs.
I was frightened. I was a sinner- how could I possibly go in there?
Her beaming eyes and upturned corners of her lips were taunting me. Her smile was closing in on my neck, making even breathing a difficult task.
I curled my fingers around and pulled at my own hair. It was so unbearable that I began hitting at my own chest.
Eventually, after my face, hair, everything had become a complete mess was I finally able to be held in Yunho’s arms. He wrapped his arms around me, patting my back reassuringly for a long.
“Where’s all that reckless courage you had storming into your married lover’s house…”
“I…hmm…I want to be able to call you ‘Dear’ too…”
“I like being called ‘Oppa’ better.”
Hearing the silence from me that followed, Yunho pulled me away from his chest and examined my face.
Running his eyes over the reddened the tip of my nose, eyes, and lips, he wordlessly demanded an answer.
He raised his right hand and gentled brushed his thumb underneath my eye, wiping away my tears.
“Okay…Oppa…”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and laughed loudly, my mood having turned abruptly upbeat. All my hesitation and tears from before disappeared like magic. I felt no repulsion even as I entered the room, hanging off of Yunho’s neck like a koala bear.
Sitting on top of the bed, I nibbled on the pieces of toast that Yunho had bitten off and was now offering to me from between his lips. I even forced open his mouth and stole the pieces he had eaten himself.
With an incredulous look on his face, Yunho sought his revenge, slurping back the mashed up bits of toast from inside the cavern of my mouth.
It soon became questionable if it was the toast or each others’ lips that we were sucking on.
“No!!!”
I struggled against him as he tried to lift up and spread my legs apart, scrambling hastily away from him. Yunho crinkled his thick eyebrows into a playful scowl.
He once again moved slowly towards me, his hair still tussled and wild from our passionate kissing.
He was like a lion with its mane raised in pursuit of his prey in slow but flawless strides. So sexy.
Because of the only too obvious feeling that if things kept going like this, like yesterday, we would go the entire day without eating a single meal, I began dodging around him frantically.
He asked why I was running away in a way that looked as though he was actually going to get angry. I slipped out the tiny tip of my tongue like a kitten and whined that I was actually really hungry.
Always having been weak to cute things, Yunho eventually gave in with a disappointed look on his face. I’ll pick out an outfit for you. In return, you can treat me to something good to eat when we go out.
Pissed, Yunho sat with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, ripping off pieces of toast angrily with his teeth.
I led him by his hand into the walk in closet to the side. Following along obediently despite murmuring complaints the whole way, he was the perfect image of a young child.
Yunho sat down on the couch that was located in the middle of the closet, lined with rows of built in shelves and responded simply with a point in response to my inquiries about the whereabouts of his suits.
I turned my eyes on to the neatly arranged row of them that Yunho’s outstretched finger directed me towards.
I grimaced at the collection of conservative, business wear. There wasn’t anything in particular that I could really pick out, so I simply asked him what he wanted to wear.
With his bottom lip stuck out in a more than obvious pout, he responded with a simple ‘whatever.’ Ahh…So cute. Okay…I get it already.
In this kind of situation, instead of a suit, picking out a shirt for him instead would be the best thing to do.
I bent over, trying to find something that he could pull on and off easily.
In doing so, the over-sized shirt I was wearing was instantly pulled up to above the milky white mounds of my backside.
Since you can’t have it…I might as well show it to you.
“You look good in black shirts. You still have that white suit that I got you, right?”
He laughed incredulously. Along with a snort, he let out a sigh as if trying to say, ‘I can’t believe you.’
I lifted up my head and looked at him over my shoulder. My eyes, curved into two crescent moons, were seducing him.
I repeated catching my lips between my teeth, nibbling on them and letting them go. Yunho finally, slowly rose to his feet. He crossed his long legs.
His shadow had soon caught up to my turned back. In the moment I straightened up my back to rise….
He grabbed and fondled my groin. A deep moan escaped my lips in response to his unexpected touch. With that, our roles were completely reversed so that it was me that was now struggling helplessly in the palm of his hands.
He pressed his whole body against mine, pushing me up against the wall as if saying he wouldn’t give me an opening to escape.
From between his red, tempting lips was an onslaught of sweet curses, attacking me, breaking me down.
“You little bitch…Gotten rebellious now that you’ve gotten a little older…”
“Yeah…I want to hear more. Keep swearing, Yunho…”
His other hand grabbed my waist and roughly pulled up my rear flush against him. My shirt was rolled up, exposing my bare chest as I raised my upper body up, the sleek, sensual line of my back curving up flexibly. Yunho started treating me a little bit nicer.
Firmly pressing a finger against the slit at the tip of my member, he then proceeded to knead the delicate tissue surrounding it. My shoulders pulled into my body in response to his skillful stimulation.
Grinding against him, I turned my eyes on to him through my narrowed eyes.
His sensually parted lips teased me- as if about to kiss me, as if he was about to pull away.
"I wonder what kind of word I could use to describe a little bitch like you- in heat, going around rubbing its ass against everything, wanting to rut…”
“More, more…Babe, tell me more…”
I buried my nose against the nape of his neck and breathed in his male scent. Tickling my nose was his aroma…a spark of hot electricity spreading out from his finger tips…
I absorbed all of it into my body simultaneously. His lips caressed the shell of my ear.
His breathing, though low, was as hot and heavy as though he had pushed it all down and was trying to force it back up at the same time.
“I really…”
“Yeah…”
Burying yourself into me slowly like a drug, my Darling.
“Want to fucking kill you…you motherfucking cunt…You know that?”
My addictive, destructive Darling.
“You’re so fucking pretty…that I just want to rip you apart…Should I squeeze the air out of that pretty little neck…Should I just skin the meat off your bones and eat it grilled…”
“Or no…I should just put you in my mouth and chew and eat you up raw…”
“I want to live inside your mouth too…”
I latched on to his neck once again as he bent down, claiming my lips that were even cuter than the words that had just came out past them.
My heart suddenly started beating rapidly against my chest as my eyes skimmed along the profile of his face that I had been pressing my lips against. It was as solid and as perfect as a statue. I wondered if there was another man like this in the whole world.
Wanting to engrave the image of him that I could see through my eyelashes into my mind, I remained still, staring at him for a long time.
As if unable to disguise the sad yearning that was growing inside of him as time went by, Yunho hurriedly grabbed and lifted up my legs to spread open my body. I responded without complaint and allowed him to push apart my thighs.
Quietly, serenely….Like the solitude that settles during the night, he infiltrated my body and started eating into me, deeper and deeper.
Even the flames of my heart will eventually become immersed, smothered in the overwhelming darkness of your shadows.
Only then, only then…will you not cry…Because the tears you spill were like blades running down my flesh.
I couldn’t stand seeing your eyes that seemed as though they held the entire world inside of them, spill those droplets of anguish. I never wanted to see it again.
But in the end, these thoughts eventually gave life to an undesirable side effect that I didn't want to repeat- I was unable to concentrate on the sex that was still currently in progress.
It was the reason why I cried out even louder, shook my hips even harder.
I wanted to erase that memory, blowing into my mind like a spring breeze carrying the blazing heat of the impending summer months- even if it had to be by moving my body.
They were all things of the past. I only wished-
…that you had forgotten them as well.