SANN | Chapter 6.3

“Uuh… mmph…”

Whether out of panic or not, Gureum flailed his arms but notably didn’t push Sieon away. He just passively accepted the kisses, sucking back as the kisses were given, appearing to be his first experience with kissing, or anything of this sort.

Sieon, catering to Gureum’s novice ways, pressed down on Gureum’s cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, which caused Gureum’s saliva to mix into Sieon’s mouth. It tasted unbelievably sweet. It was like a slice of heaven.

“Mmm… yes…”

Gureum, who had been passively receiving the near-domineering kisses, suddenly grasped at Sieon’s shirt in desperation. His breathing had abruptly stopped, indicating he hadn’t figured out how to breathe yet through this new experience. Sieon chuckled softly, realizing the level of innocence he was dealing with, and briefly pulled away to give Gureum a piece of advice.

“Baby, you gotta breathe through your nose.”

“H-huh… yes, yes…”

Like a well-behaved child, Gureum nodded. Touched by his compliance, Sieon gently kissed his forehead and cheeks before diving deep into another kiss. Gureum’s eyes squeezed shut tightly.

Sieon wondered how Gureum could taste so sweet even though they were eating the same thing. Maybe it was because he was still so young… Lost in these thoughts, Sieon pushed his tongue deeper into Gureum’s mouth. Considering how small Gureum’s mouth was, Sieon worried how he’d manage more… adventurous activities in the future.

“Mmph, uh, yes…”

As Sieon massaged the neck he was holding, Gureum moaned softly. The sound was so adorably arousing that it made Sieon’s constraints feel tighter as everything started swelling uncomfortably.

Seamlessly moving to the next step, Sieon shifted Gureum onto a sit-down sofa that also served as a bed. Supporting Gureum’s head with one hand and unfolding the sofa with the other, he gently laid Gureum down.

Their lips parted, leaving a string of saliva connecting them. Sieon licked around Gureum’s lips to break the thread before sitting up. Gureum, encased in Sieon’s strong arms, looked up at him, blinking owlishly, not fully grasping the situation.

Gureum laid there—a sight to behold. His lips, slick with saliva, shone brightly; his pale face was flushed with high color on his cheeks; his hoodie had ridden up, revealing milky white skin near his navel. It was a picture-perfect scene.

Sieon licked his lips before sliding his hand under the hoodie. As he stroked the bare waist, the smooth skin under his palm felt just right. Gureum finally seemed to realize what was happening and shook visibly, his eyes widening in alarm.

“Uh… uh-uh…”

“Did I startle you, Gureum?”

“Ah… th-that’s not it…”

Struggling to speak, Gureum soon…

“Uh… wh-what to do… oh…”

Burst into a tear-filled complaint.

Sighing, Sieon roughly rubbed his forehead. He’d tried to add a bit of closeness with the young one, and here they were. As he was about to handle the situation, Gureum mumbled something incomprehensible through his tears. Sieon leaned closer and asked gently,

“Gureum, what is it? Tell me slowly.”

“Huh… I… it’s just that… uh…”

“Try again, slowly. You’re doing well.”

Sieon patted Gureum’s chest, calming his rapid breathing. Gureum, sniffling, burst into sobs.

“I… I didn’t brush my teeth after eating… uh…”

“…”

“It’s dirty, sob, it’s dirty… oh…”

Sieon couldn’t help but burst out laughing. This kid, really. He thought Gureum was crying because he hated the kiss, but no, it was because he was worried about not having brushed his teeth after eating. Sieon felt relieved that Gureum wasn’t upset with the situation.

Sieon gently stroked Gureum’s forehead, enjoying the feel of his soft hair twining through his fingers.

“I’m the same, though… Do you think I’m dirty too?”

“No, no! It’s just me… just me…”

“Why just you? I ate and drank the same things you did.”

“That’s… oh…”

“You see? So, it’s okay. I’m not dirty, and neither are you.”

I could eat what’s been in your mouth without a second thought. Sieon suppressed the urge to make it sound filthy and kissed down from Gureum’s forehead instead. Soft smacking sounds filled the air as he nibbled on the cute cheeks he’d been longing to bite. Continuing down, he kissed the rounded chin and smoothly moved to the nape of the neck.

Nibbling and sucking intensely, Sieon resumed kissing, focusing on the tender spot under Gureum’s tongue, causing his waist to twist. Gureum trembled with every lick, clearly sensitive and deliciously responsive. Sieon imagined how delightful it would be to explore further, wondering how Gureum would melt under his touch.

As Sieon gradually escalated his advances, making sure Gureum wasn’t overwhelmed, he stopped at a small resistance felt through gentle taps on his shoulder. It seemed Gureum’s nose was blocked from crying.

“Is it hard to breathe?”

“Yes…”

His lips, plumped up from all the sucking, looked delectably swollen. Even after swallowing several times, his vivid red tongue kept spurting out juice like burst fruit pulp, stimulating the view. His long eyelashes were matted and wet with tears, and the corners of his eyes were vividly flushed. It looked like it would burst just from watching. It felt like this was what a guilty pleasure was.

Gureum was trying to wipe away his tears, maybe, reaching up with the sleeve of his hoodie. Sieon, fearing Gureum might rub his eyes raw like last time, gently caught his wrist and tied both his hands above his head.

Looking up at Sieon with teary, begging eyes, Gureum felt a wetness by his left thigh almost immediately. Damn, things were really getting out of hand.

Sieon could swear that if it was up to Gureum, he could lock himself at home and chew on it all month long. Hell, not just a month, but until death if it were up to him. This was a face one could shove away forever. With his sky-high self-esteem, Sieon, who thought he had only held tasteless kids until now, was feeling something new this time.

“Gureum… can we go further here?”

“Further here…?”

Gureum’s head tilted slightly, puzzled. Did he even understand what ‘further here’ meant? Sieon, with eyes wide open, urged him to think faster.

“Yeah, further here.”

“Uh, yes… do as you wish, hyung…”

Knowing what he meant and telling him to do as he wished, Sieon smiled benignly and reminded Gureum of something as meaningless as raising a hand if it hurt at the dentist’s.

“Alright… If you don’t like it, be sure to tell hyung, okay?”

“Yes, yes…”

Sieon then lifted Gureum’s hoodie up to his chest. His skin, creamy as if milk had been poured over, filled the view.

Fuck, look at the color of those nipples. Sieon dived right into Gureum’s hoodie, burying his head and relentlessly licking, sucking, and nibbling on the perky little bumps.

“Uh, hyung…!”

Startled, Gureum called out to Sieon in a rush. Lost in the act of sucking, Sieon easily ignored Gureum’s call. It felt ridiculously sweet.

On one side, he was busy with his mouth, and on the other, his hands were aggressively working. Barely restraining himself from biting hard enough to draw blood, Sieon then furiously rubbed the saliva-wet side with his hands. If only one side got all the attention, the other might feel left out. As Sieon went wild with his own thoughts and actions, Gureum pleaded with tears.

“Uh… uh, hyung, it feels… it feels weird. Uh…”

“Uh-huh. It felt weird, our baby…”

Sieon, half-listening, abruptly rubbed the front of Gureum’s pants.

“Baby, getting hard while sucking…”

“Ah! Uh, Sieon hyung…!”

Gureum’s body jerked as if electrocuted. He wasn’t used to contact with others. Having never really received affection, it was no surprise. Sieon kept holding his hand, stroking his head, touching his cheeks, hugging, kissing… All these were new and awkward sensations to Gureum.

Sieon nibbled all over Gureum’s body. The skin was so transparent and soft that he felt like he could draw blood easily. Sieon relaxed his jaw as much as possible.

“Ah, uh… hyung, ah…!”

While biting and sucking here and there, the cozy scent of Gureum’s body tantalized Sieon’s nose. Damn, Sieon bit his lip. His pants felt like they were going to burst, so he hurriedly loosened his belt and buckle.

Now it was time to target the lower body. Sieon kissed Gureum’s cute, tucked-in belly button as he slid down slowly. The button of the jeans was in sight. Expertly, he used his mouth to undo the button and pulled down the zipper with his teeth.

And finally, Sieon, who had longed and anticipated this moment, came face to face with Gureum’s underwear and was… utterly dumbfounded.

Breathing heavily, Gureum belatedly realized that Sieon had stopped moving. His gaze rolled down. Sieon’s body seemed frozen, as if someone had paused a video. Or perhaps, his eyes were fiercely gleaming as if he was in a staring contest.

“…Sieon hyung…?”

“…Gureum.”

“Is… is it all over now, hyung…?”

“…No, just wait a bit.”

Sieon couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes. He never expected to encounter this character right at this moment, as seen only in messages. Sieon forced his spirits up. Smiling brightly, he asked Gureum.

“Your underwear… has a teddy bear on it? How cute…”

“No, it’s not a bear… it’s a lion…”

Gureum blushed furiously.

“Ah… a lion. Looks like a bear though.”

“It’s a lion without a mane…”

Damn it all. Sieon grabbed his forehead.

Reality hit late, and a wave of self-loathing washed over him. What was he even doing with this kid? Sieon wished he could beat himself up. Sighing, he glanced down at his lower body… and damn it, his dick was still stubbornly erect. It was so firm that even seeing that damn teddy bear didn’t faze it.

He couldn’t believe himself. Sieon asked himself:

Even seeing this damn bear, do I still want to go into that baby’s hole?

As if responding, Sieon’s dick throbbed powerfully inside his thigh.

Sieon burst out laughing. Those who used to shout about devouring as one were now split and wrestling. One side argued to soften up seeing the damn bear, while the other barked that if he just took off the panties and threw them in a corner, it wouldn’t be a problem.

The choice was up to Sieon. He decided to stay neutral for now and judge after stripping them off.

“Let’s lift your hips a bit, our Gureum…”

“Y-yes…”

After tossing the cumbersome jeans aside, Sieon, glaring through blurred eyes at the damn bear, admired Gureum’s long, white, artful legs. The damn bear seemed out of place, and Sieon felt it should be quickly removed. He reached for Gureum’s drawers, gripping the elastic to pull them down, when suddenly Gureum urgently grabbed Sieon’s hand.

“…hyung…!”

“…Yes? What is it, Gureum?”

Sieon’s forehead veined. He needed to remove that damn bear as soon as possible, yet Gureum was cluelessly interfering. At Sieon’s question, Gureum’s pupils began to shake violently.

“There… that is… uh…”

Just when it seemed his tears had stopped, they began to pour down Gureum’s cheeks again.

“Is it because you don’t like it? Should hyung stop?”

Sieon said something he didn’t mean. Gureum looked up at him with tears brimming in his eyes, hesitating for a while before sheepishly confessing something difficult.

“Actually… uh, I have… a complex…”

“A complex?”

Wasn’t the complex about this damn bear? Wondering if it might be about size, Sieon pressed the center with his palm to gauge the size.

“…Gureum, you’re quite big…? Why the complex?”

Complex my ass. It seemed the biggest among those he’d laid. Of course, it was nowhere near Sieon’s size, but still quite respectable. Sieon had always envisioned this as the ideal dick size. It seemed right to endure that damn bear.

“That’s not it… uh… I, I…”

As Gureum shook his head indicating it wasn’t that, Sieon instinctively sensed something.

Ah, he’s a virgin.