“When did you prepare all this?”
Yeon Woojeong asked, looking around the table in amazement. I couldn’t boast because the only thing I made was seaweed soup, but it was still worth it.
“Hurry up and try it.”
I had been waiting for him to pick up his spoon. Yeon Woojeong ate a spoonful of the seaweed soup, letting out a little exclamation, then smirked as he looked at me.
“I’ve never had seaweed soup this good before.”
“…”
Though he wasn’t lying, he was probably trying to make me feel better. I felt good, just as he intended. I hoped that the seaweed soup Yeon Woojeong had eaten today would erase all the other seaweed soups from his memory. Then, I could practice and do a better job next time.
“Is it good?”
“Yeah, simple and nice.”
It was a good thing that I made it a bit bland to my taste. Watching Yeon Woojeong eat, I also picked up my spoon. Today, I purposely scooped more rice for Yeon Woojeong, and fortunately, he emptied his bowl.
“What time did you wake up?”
“I didn’t get up that early. This is all bought.”
“But you’re the one who prepared everything. Thank you.”
The words of gratitude that came out of Yeon Woojeong’s mouth sounded so soft. Unlike me, he knew how to say these kinds of words so naturally. I didn’t do much, though. I nodded quietly before putting a slice of meat into my mouth.
After discussing when we would go out and what we would do, I cleared up the table. Yeon Woojeong asked me to lie around a bit before going out, so we sat on the sofa, basking under the sun. Then after, I went to my room to change my clothes.
“What will you wear?”
I was opening my closet to take out my clothes, and Yeon Woojeong suddenly peeked his head into my room. His eyes quickly scanned down the clothes I held in my hands.
“Wear pretty ones. This is my birthday.”
The guy who didn’t even know it was his birthday until a week ago made the request so shamefully. I didn’t bother to talk back and took a look inside my closet. Pretty clothes? Thinking of what I should wear to satisfy Yeon Woojeong, I took out a white knit sweater, the one he bought for me but I never wore it in case it got dirty. I glanced at him, and seeing that he didn’t say anything, this might be an okay choice.
I was about to change my clothes, but Yeon Woojeong didn’t leave and stayed at the doorway. Now, we no longer needed to hide each other’s bodies, and it was obvious he would tease me if I went to change in the bathroom, so I quietly took off my t-shirt. Feeling his gaze on my upper body, somehow I felt ticklish. I picked up the sweater, intending to quickly wear it, but he strode in and grabbed my arm.
“You’ve…”
Yeon Woojeong openly checked me up and down. Even though I was trying to quickly wear the sweater, it wasn’t easy because he caught my arm. He reached out his fingers and grazed my ribs. My body jolted involuntarily at the sudden touch.
“Got some muscles.”
“First time seeing it?”
“No. I practically never see it while you’re standing like this.”
It was new to have him seeing my body so close in broad daylight with the lights on, and it felt strange. I stared at Yeon Woojeong’s face, then I caught his arms, kissed him on the forehead, and let go of him.
Yeon Woojeong’s eyes opened wide, and he blinked, looking at me. Whenever he looked at me with a surprised gaze, looking like he didn’t expect anything at all, I strangely felt elated. I grabbed Yeon Woojeong’s hand, which was holding my arm, pulled it down, and clasped it before pulling him closer. After kissing him on the lips, I saw a teasing glint in his eyes.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and then repeatedly gave me small pecks. His hands on my waist entered my pants and kneaded on my ass. I grabbed his hands and pulled them out.
“Aren’t we leaving?”
“You’re the one who took off your clothes and kissed me. Don’t act innocent today.”
I had only taken off my clothes to change, and Yeon Woojeong was the one who entered when I changed. However, instead of pointing that out, I kissed Yeon Woojeong’s forehead. My lips came to touch with the soft unstyled hair.
He pulled my pants down. I slid my legs out and let him push me away, and we reached the bed. As I lay down on the bed, he straddled me, his palm pressing down between my legs. My stomach clenched, and my penis swelled at his touch.
Yeon Woojeong stared down. His gaze was so intense that I shifted my legs, and he pressed his lower body against mine. I felt the pressure shift to my crotch as his weight settled in. He narrowed his eyes and smiled. I stared nervously at his crooked grin, which looked like he was planning something bad, and he slowly lowered his head.
His lips found my chest. His fingertips traced the flesh and he kissed it, making tickling noises in all the places. Yeon Woojeong’s touch was soft like cotton whenever he touched me. Though his words were mean and his gaze was cold, his touch was warm and fuzzy, which sometimes made me feel strange.
Yeon Woojeong’s lips rested near my nipple. He opened his mouth wide and bit into the flesh. After the tingling sensation faded, a bite mark was left. Yeon Woojeong smirked when he saw it, then sucked on my nipple. His tongue flicked, and his lips sucked on it. My fingertips twitched at the subtle sensation. All I could see was the top of his head, and all I could hear was the titillating sound like candy being sucked.
“Ah…”
The harder he sucked, the harder my cock grew, and the heavier my stomach became. Just as I was about to bring my hand to his head, Yeon Woojeong grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the bed. His tongue flicked over like a flicker over a hard rock. The place where I’d been teased nonstop tingled. Feeling the sensation getting weirder, I lifted my free hand, and Yeon Woojeong grabbed it as well and pressed it down. I couldn’t stand it and bucked my hips. I couldn’t wait to get inside him.
“Let go.”
My voice came out hoarse. Yeon Woojeong squinted his eyes and lifted his head slightly.
“Don’t wanna.”
“Why?”
“You should stay still today.”
“Why?”
“It’s my birthday.”
Hearing him saying “birthday,” I felt like I couldn’t win against him. I thought over his words, and then I frowned.
“If it’s your birthday, shouldn’t you be the one who doesn’t need to do anything?”
Yeon Woojeong smirked at my question. Whenever he made that expression, most of the time it would lead to something I didn’t like.
“I prefer this way.”
After saying that, Yeon Woojeong got up, pulled down his pants and underwear at once, then threw them away. A half-erected penis was right in front of my face. While I licked my lips, wondering if he would put it into my mouth, he brought his penis to my nipple.