Soft lips pressed against his, and a thick tongue slipped past, invading his mouth. There was no hesitation in its movements, as if it had done this many times before. It felt like it was trying to devour him whole, while the large hands cupping his face rubbed his cheeks and teased his ears.
Uijaeâs grip tightened on the beanbag, his body twisting involuntarily.
I canât breathe.
It felt as though he were being consumed. A chill ran down his spine, making his back shiver. Uijae reached up, fumbling to grab hold of the body on top of him. When his hands finally grasped Sa-youngâs firm shoulders, the lips against his made a slick, parting sound as they pulled away. A thumb slid over his lips.
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Ah. A small gasp escaped his mouth. He hadnât realized heâd been holding his breath. As soon as air rushed back into his lungs, he coughed slightly, his chest heaving up and down with each breath. Sa-youngâs lips brushed against his cheek.
âI thought youâd be used to this by nowâ¦.â
A gentle voice asked, âWhen will you finally get used to it?â
Uijaeâs body trembled at the sound of those words. As his coughing subsided, the hand that had been stroking his face moved down, resting on his chest.
Thump, thump, thumpâhis heart was racing faster than ever, and the large hand pressed against it. The warmth of Sa-youngâs palm seemed to seep through, adding pressure to Uijaeâs pounding heart. He raised his arm to cover his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. Laughter tinged with amusement echoed in his ears.
âYou need to breathe through your nose.â
âGet your hand off meâ¦.â
âYour heartâs beating too fastâ¦.â
The moment those words reached him, Uijae tensed up.