By Zephyria 
The mistakes of the two continued, one leading to another in a chain reaction.
Tense and unable to even blink, Haon opened his mouth and moved his tongue exactly as In-ho led him. It wasn’t his first kiss, but it was the first time in his life he had kissed someone he actually liked.
Therefore, for Haon, this was his first kiss.
“You have to… breathe.”
In-ho, disentangling their deeply entwined tongues, whispered as his lips brushed against Haon’s wet ones. Having forgotten how to breathe, Haon only then gasped for air, panting heavily.
And they hadn’t even done anything yet.
In-ho gently stroked Haon’s back and waist, kissing the corners of his reddened eyes. He showered him with light kisses as if trying to relax his stiffened body. His eyes, forehead, cheeks, and finally, the bridge of his high nose.
He felt it every time he looked, but there wasn’t a single flaw. It was strange; usually, there’s at least one imperfection, but Haon was perfect.
“Who does Haon-ssi look like?”
In-ho’s voice, thick with alcohol, echoed slowly.
Because he spoke with his lips pressed against the tip of Haon’s cute nose, Haon’s heart, which was already pounding, felt as if it might leap right out of his chest.
“Uh, my mom said I… look like my dad.”
Haon answered with all his might, his voice trembling. His naturally diligent personality showed even in a moment like this.
“My grandmother… said I’m exactly like my mom…”
He spoke carefully, trying to keep the sound of his heartbeat from escaping his lips, while trying to steady his breathing. Perhaps because he was sitting on In-ho’s lap, his ragged breath wouldn’t easily calm down.
“What do you think, Haon-ssi?”
In contrast, In-ho was utterly composed. His breathing was quiet, and his touch as he stroked Haon’s body was full of leisure. His smiling eyes held only a pleasant warmth.
When Haon stopped answering, In-ho lightly nipped the tip of his nose, perhaps thinking Haon had fallen into another train of thought. As if he had been bitten elsewhere, Haon’s waist flinched, and he parted his lips.
“I-I don’t know…”
He blinked, fiddling with the tip of his nose where In-ho had bitten him. It didn’t hurt, but he was a bit surprised by the novelty of being bitten—and by In-ho, of all people.
“Why don’t you know?”
Haon gazed intently at In-ho, who was acting playful despite his composed face. It was troubling because it made his heart beat even faster, but he couldn’t look away, wanting to see him just a little bit more.
“Because I’ve never seen my father.”
He confessed the simple truth and swallowed hard.
The position of sitting so close to In-ho made Haon feel increasingly shy. Even so, he didn’t want to get off In-ho’s lap.
After their first kiss, Haon tried to organize his confused mind while half-dazed. Everything felt awkward and unfamiliar. And he was a little scared.
“Ah, but… I think I look like both of them halfway.”
He continued talking about whatever came to mind to quiet his racing heart. He felt like his body would become strange if he just stayed still.
“My smiling mouth looks like my mom’s. But my eyes…”
Haon tightened his thighs and touched his eyelids. Ever since he kissed In-ho, the area between his buttocks had begun to tremble slightly, as if convulsing. Because it was similar to the early symptoms of a heat, his heart pounded in a different sense.
“My eyes. Only I have such deep double eyelids.”
Flushed from both tension and alcohol, Haon murmured clumsily.
His mother and grandmother didn’t have double eyelids. Haon’s mother had long, sharp eyes, but Haon, in complete contrast, had eyes as round as snowballs.
Because of this, whenever he played alone drawing pictures as a child, Haon would draw himself as a circle and his mother as a triangle. The backs of the flyers piled up in Haon’s house were always filled with wobbly circles and straight triangles. He didn’t know how to draw anything else.
“It’s silly, right?”
Touching his vacant-looking eyes, he tightened his abdominal muscles. His body was becoming stranger by the second.
Haon took a deep breath and exhaled as the sensation in his lower body grew. He tried to calm his heating body through breathing, all while rambling.
“I should have looked like my mom…”
To prevent In-ho from noticing his swollen lower half, he covered himself with a liquor bottle. However, the heavy bottle instead acted as a stimulant, making Haon’s breath hitch.
At that moment, In-ho, who had been quietly watching Haon, took away the liquor bottle he was holding like a shield. He set the bottle aside and wrapped his hand around the back of Haon’s hand. Then, he pulled Haon’s waist, bringing their lower bodies into tight contact.
“W-wait…”
Haon flustered, trying desperately to create some distance between himself and In-ho. The front of the expensive pants In-ho had gifted him was bulging grotesquely.
Not wanting In-ho to see this, he tried to lift his knee to cover the front. Both of his hands were held by In-ho.
“It’s frustrating, isn’t it?”
In-ho pulled Haon’s hand and kissed the soft palm. Making kissing sounds, he pressed his lips against the skin and even softly licked the wrist where the pulse beat.
“Shall I let it out for you?”
He asked while sucking on Haon’s hand instead of his lips so that Haon could answer. His heavy gaze did not leave Haon for a single moment.
When he asked “Hmm?” as a follow-up, the redness spread all the way up to the frozen Haon’s neck. Haon could only pant, unable to utter any answer. He felt his tight underwear already becoming damp.
“Ah…”
Suddenly feeling nauseous, Haon lowered his head. He was terrified that a heat might strike him just like this. He only wanted to hide his aroused state.
But his body wanted In-ho.
Instinctively wrapping his arms around In-ho’s neck, Haon let out a feverish sigh. In-ho took this as permission and lifted Haon’s twitching waist to change their position.
As soon as he confirmed the answer, he overlapped their lips and sat Haon on the sofa. Every time their heated flesh rubbed together, an erotic sound echoed in Haon’s throat.
Even while drunk, In-ho reacted keenly to Haon’s expressions and small gestures. Since Haon was inexperienced with kissing, In-ho gave him gaps to breathe by occasionally biting his lower lip or sucking on his chin.
Just as he did when they ate, In-ho had to be deeply considerate of Haon while kissing. As expected, In-ho gladly adjusted everything to suit Haon.
When In-ho undid the pant buckle and slid his hand inside the underwear, a cute “hik” sound tickled In-ho’s ear. He had intended only to relieve Haon, but his own lower half was beginning to feel heavy.
In truth, he had been reacting since the first time Haon had kissed him. It was a light peck that could barely be called a kiss, but…
“Haon-ssi.”
It was enough to excite In-ho.
“Tell me if you don’t like it.”
Having lowered his own pant buckle as well, he sat Haon back on his thighs. He naturally spread Haon’s stiff legs to wrap around his waist and then caressed Haon’s erect member.
“If it’s hard to speak, just push me away.”
In-ho placed Haon’s wrist on his own left chest. He was ready to back off the moment Haon pushed.
However, without any need to push or not, the old underwear—with a design as cute as Haon himself—quickly became soaked.
“Hng…”
Haon, gripping In-ho’s clothes tightly, trembled violently. He had been precarious since In-ho invaded his underwear, and after just a few rubs, he released helplessly.
“Ha, haa… ha…”
There was no time to feel embarrassed. Like someone being touched for the first time by another, Haon looked up at In-ho, his entire body flushed red like a flower.
Soon, with his chin tilted up, he kissed In-ho first. Had his mind melted from the pleasure?
He wanted to kiss In-ho more. He didn’t know how much more he wanted beyond that.
He simply lay on the sofa as In-ho led him and spread his legs. He was still scared, but he didn’t feel like running away. Rather, he hoped this moment would last a long time.
Gulping down saliva—not knowing whose it was—Haon looked at In-ho, who was positioned between his legs. In-ho was sitting on his knees on the sofa, touching himself.
With the hand stained with Haon’s semen, he gripped his hardened shaft and moved it up and down. When Haon looked at him and parted his wet lips, In-ho lowered his upper body and kissed him.
“Ha…”
In-ho’s excited breathing sounded unfamiliar.
Haon swallowed the breath In-ho exhaled and unconsciously arched his waist. His lower half, which had just ejaculated, began to stand erect again as if a heat had truly arrived.
He was afraid, but the pleasure was greater.
“Ah, hng…”
Supporting Haon’s buttocks with one hand, In-ho lifted his light lower body up, thump, thump. Every time their erect genitals collided, Haon’s mind flickered black.
Even without seeing or touching it directly, he could vividly feel In-ho’s member. Every time the member, far larger and harder than his own, collided strongly, his chest felt as if it would burst. No, his entire body was already flushed red as if it had already burst.
“Hng, nn…!”
Moving his waist slowly, In-ho rubbed Haon’s shaft with his own and pressed down hard. At this, Haon’s toes curled, and he gasped for air, not knowing what to do.
Eventually, his strength gave out and his legs slid down from In-ho’s waist. The moment Haon’s legs fell onto the sofa with a thud, In-ho grabbed Haon’s pelvis with both hands.
“Ah…!”
In-ho collided their pelvises as if he were inserting. Thump, thump, thump! The explicit sound began to quicken.
A stimulation filled only with pleasure, without any pain. Intoxicated by it, Haon let out feverish moans, drooling. That sound gave In-ho an even greater stimulation.
Not long after Haon ejaculated first, In-ho also poured sticky semen onto the sofa.
“Ha, haa…”
The wet sounds of their breathing filled the wide living room. No words were exchanged, but there was no sense of silence.
In-ho lay on his side, hugging Haon. The sofa, which was spacious enough to have room left even with the two of them lying down, felt cozy.
Haon breathed heavily, clutching In-ho’s clothes. Now, the pounding that had been wild in his chest was echoing through his entire body.
With the alcohol wearing off, Haon’s eyes sparkled even in the darkness. In-ho, quietly gazing into those eyes, rubbed his lips against the gently curved corners of them. Then he spoke.
“You’re beautiful.”
Who on earth could look at these beautiful eyes and call them silly? Like this…
“You’re just kind and beautiful.”
In-ho’s fingertips carefully landed on Haon’s moist eyes. He gently stroked the eyelids that Haon had been touching haphazardly, as if applying ointment.
“Why would anyone bully you?”
The whisper, which had become a monologue, seeped into Haon’s body. A strong scent of alcohol was mixed into In-ho’s slow breath, but to Haon, it was simply fragrant.
Haon inhaled the breath In-ho exhaled for a long time and then buried his face deeply in In-ho’s embrace. He listened to the breathing of In-ho, who had fallen asleep first.
He wished time would stop for a moment. Or that he could just stay asleep like this and never wake up.