The Muse

Yejun held his breath for a moment.“And I’m glad that you’re turned on by me too, hyung.”Why did he deliberately repeat the word “turned on”? If it was to provoke, Yejun had certainly succeeded. Sihoo felt heat pooling between his legs as his lips parted slightly.“Yoo Yejun.”He placed his palm on Yejun’s collarbone and slowly caressed it. The languid motion carried a sensual undertone. Yejun’s eyes, shadowed by his long lashes, narrowed. He seemed confused but not entirely displeased.“Will you come with me?”Yejun kept his narrowed gaze fixed on Sihoo’s face. His tightly closed lips twitched slightly at the corners.Instead of explaining further, Sihoo turned his head toward the parked car, confident Yejun would understand.⟡ ݁₊ .“Sihoo-hyung.”“Haah,” Yejun exhaled softly, his voice trailing off. His flushed face betrayed his agitation.“Are we just going to keep this up here?”The peculiar expression stirred something in Sihoo. He traced Yejun’s lower lip with his finger, feeling the soft, saliva-slicked skin. Gently stroking it, he spoke with a faintly teasing tone.“Why? Don’t like it?”Instead of answering, Yejun tilted his head slightly. His neat brown hair was a mess, disheveled from being pinned down in the backseat by Sihoo.Taking the sound of the door closing as his cue, Sihoo acted on his desire. He pressed against Yejun’s well-defined chest, climbing on top of him. Whether it was from the weight or excitement, Yejun let out a small grunt, “Uh.” Pale fingers lifted Yejun’s chin, and a wet, lingering kiss ensued.The sounds of their tongues entwining heated the air between them. As their excitement mounted, the two switched positions repeatedly, grappling and turning over each other. Watching Yejun’s wet lips, Sihoo furrowed his brows.“Why are you so big? Makes things tricky.”Breathing heavily, Sihoo thought to himself. The coat draped over Yejun’s broad shoulders had slipped halfway off, and his crumpled collar lent a rare sense of disarray.“If only you were smaller.”There was a burden to Yejun that Sihoo hadn’t experienced with previous partners. As a dominant alpha with a physique larger than most, Sihoo was used to flipping his partners at will during sex. Yejun, however, was different. Even in a position as simple as a tongue-tangling kiss, he refused to submit easily.When Sihoo pinned him down, Yejun pushed back up. When his chin was grabbed, he would grab it back, shoving Sihoo toward the window. The rough kisses felt more like a territorial battle between beasts.One male refusing to be dominated, and another determined to claim dominance.“Hoo…”Exhaling deeply to catch his breath from the heated kiss, Sihoo noticed Yejun staring at him quietly, their bodies still pressed together. A faint smile spread across Yejun’s light-colored eyes.“Are you really going to take it back?”The gaze touching his cheek was blazing. Leaning his head against the window, Sihoo exchanged looks with the man in front of him. The chaotic words exchanged amidst their entangled tongues resurfaced naturally.“I said I wouldn’t do it sober. Remember? I said something like that once.”“Let’s take that back.”Yejun’s delight at that response was evident; he couldn’t suppress his laughter. His beautifully curved eyes and the dimples near the corners of his mouth radiated a refreshing charm.In that moment, Sihoo felt an urge to ruin that pure face. To tangle the hair even more, to cover the face in sweat—or better yet, with something stickier and more opaque.Like, for example, semen.The sensation of his hair standing on end was electrifying. Just imagining it sent shivers through him like static electricity. Without thinking, his mind wandered to the cigarettes in his coat pocket. He wanted to hold one between his lips and let the smoke drift out, to inhale nicotine deeply enough to regain a shred of composure.But he didn’t want the stale smell of cigarettes to linger in the car. Instead, Sihoo steadied himself by stroking Yejun’s clean, soap-scented face.Yejun, who had been sitting quietly, lowered his gaze briefly before tilting his head slightly, pressing one cheek against Sihoo’s palm. His thick brown hair fell pleasingly over his face.Feeling the strands tickling his skin, Sihoo smirked.“Aren’t you full of charm.”Yejun explained calmly, showing no sign of embarrassment.“I’m the youngest at home. I do this a lot with my family.”“Not all youngest siblings act cute like that. My little brother would never do anything like this, even if it killed him.”“Really? Maybe it’s because there’s a big age gap between me and my oldest brother. I’ve been doing it since I was young, so I’m not awkward about things like this.”As Yejun spoke, he pressed a kiss to Sihoo’s palm. The sound of skin meeting and parting lightly tickled Sihoo’s ears.“…Surely you don’t kiss your actual brother too, do you?”“Ahaha!”At the sly question, Yejun’s cheerful laughter filled the car. His clear, refreshing laughter had the crispness of an ion drink, light and invigorating.Sihoo realized that the fatigue that had been weighing on his shoulders earlier had vanished. This transparent, pure child was undoubtedly perfect for relieving stress. He chuckled softly, and Yejun called out to him, “Hyung.”“What are you going to do now?”“Hmm, not sure.”“You’re not worn out already, are you?”When Sihoo replied leisurely, Yejun furrowed his eyebrows. His face carried a trace of unease, as though he was worried he might be sent away again. Instead of answering, Sihoo curtly said one word.“Hand.”“?”“Hand.”His lips moved slightly, carrying the unspoken message that he wouldn’t say it a third time. Although puzzled, Yejun held out his large hand.Sihoo grasped it—a hand with long, clean fingers that left an impression—and pulled it downward. For a moment, Yejun’s well-behaved fingers flinched and curled up in surprise.“How is it?”“……”“Do I look worn out to you?”Yejun jerked his hand back, opening and closing it in reflex. His startled expression betrayed his shock. Sihoo understood his reaction—after all, he hadn’t expected to be made to grab that.“You don’t have to touch that. It’s been poking at me this whole time.”“…What?”A smile played on Sihoo’s handsome face. Yejun’s cheeks turned a rapid shade of red as he stared in stunned silence. Sihoo laughed louder at the sight of Yejun, who had charged in so boldly earlier but was now suddenly shy.“It’s clear now.”“What… is?”“What I’ll do with you, Yejun.”Straightening his posture, Sihoo adjusted his disheveled clothes. The way he slipped back into his coat, which had slid off his shoulders, carried an effortless elegance that few could imitate.“I’ll teach you something other than kissing.”Finally, after tidying his black hair with a hand, Sihoo spoke again.“What do you think?”It was a question he already knew the answer to. The faint upward curve of his lips formed a graceful smile.