DL Episode 84

#84

Baek Sa’s earlobes turned red. He barely noticed the heat creeping over him, convincing himself that he wasn’t the type to be flustered by someone as inexperienced as Ha-gyeom. However, when he realized that Ha-gyeom’s lips pressing against his earlobe weren’t as warm as his own, his steady gaze faltered.

“It’s red here too…”

Ha-gyeom rubbed his lips against Baek Sa’s earlobe before softly biting the tender flesh. The sensation of warm breath and an unmistakably wet tongue followed. It was a clumsy mimicry of what Baek Sa had once done to him, an inexperienced attempt at seduction. Yet, even knowing Ha-gyeom’s intent, the simple gesture melted away the thoughts that had occupied Baek Sa’s mind.

“…And so warm.”

To Ha-gyeom, Baek Sa might always remain unchanged—past, present, and future alike. But for Baek Sa, what did Ha-gyeom mean to him? He had failed to send the boy to a safer place, leaving them in a situation where it was impossible to fully mask himself as Baek Sa anymore.

Ha-gyeom’s actions seemed to prod at the deeply buried core of Baek Sa’s true self, leaving him feeling precarious. Yet, even then, he didn’t want to push away the body nestled in his arms. That desperate warmth—it was something Baek Sa craved as much as Ha-gyeom did, if not more. In truth, it was a simple matter.

‘Why… why are you looking at me like that, just because I confessed?’

Baek Sa mulled over Ha-gyeom’s words, closing his eyes slowly to conceal the trembling in his gaze. His lips curved into a faint smile.

“How exactly did I look at you?”

Baek Sa had heard countless confessions, but the emotions he felt from Ha-gyeom’s were unlike any he’d received before. Even knowing Ha-gyeom’s feelings, he couldn’t resist the temptation in those imploring eyes, despite feeling wholly unprepared to handle them. If someone had asked him whether he found Ha-gyeom’s gaze burdensome or unpleasant, he wouldn’t have been able to say yes.

“…Like you’re embarrassed,” Ha-gyeom murmured softly.

Looking into those slightly fearful, jet-black eyes and hearing his tender, almost melodic voice, Baek Sa wondered how any man could maintain restraint.

“Me?”

“…Aren’t you?”

Baek Sa couldn’t resist the urge to lift his head. Perhaps that was why he slipped his hand boldly between their pressed stomachs, undoing the distance that had only been bridged by fleeting kisses since their return to District 0.

When he slid Ha-gyeom’s slim waist out of his loose training pants, Ha-gyeom froze briefly but didn’t pull away. Even as Baek Sa moved, Ha-gyeom kept his lips firmly attached to his earlobe, biting down now and then.

“Say it again. You like me?”

“…I like you. If I say I do, would you hate it?”

No, hate wasn’t even close. It was overwhelming. He hadn’t yet forgotten the pure, innocent face Ha-gyeom once had, and now the thought of violating this fully grown body sent a jolt of exhilaration through him.

“What you’re doing…”

Baek Sa’s hand brushed over Ha-gyeom’s hardened arousal, still covered by his underwear, as he spoke. He almost said, *Whatever you want is fine,* falling back into old habits.

If Ha-gyeom had remained at the Center, perhaps Baek Sa would have watched him grow, fostering those emotions quietly. If that had been the case, Baek Seung-woo might have resisted letting Ha-gyeom enter the realm of desire, fighting tirelessly to maintain their sibling-like bond despite the undeniable compatibility between them.

But he wasn’t Baek Seung-woo anymore.

Soon, Ha-gyeom’s hand overlapped Baek Sa’s on his arousal. Letting out a long, sigh-like moan, Ha-gyeom whispered, “It’s not like it’s wrong… Just because you care about me doesn’t mean we can’t do this. Besides, no one here knows about our relationship.”

As Ha-gyeom said, this wasn’t the Center or the outside world. It was a place where Baek Sa had shed his old identity to meet Ha-gyeom once more. Here, even as their actions blurred the boundaries between Baek Sa and Baek Seung-woo, he could suppress the guilt.

Ha-gyeom leaned in further. “If I can promise to always call you Baek Sa, would it be okay for me to keep liking you?”

It wasn’t a carefully reasoned question, yet Ha-gyeom’s approach was unwavering. Instead of retreating, he drew closer, forcing Baek Sa to confront him once again.

“The person you like isn’t Baek Sa. It’s Baek Seung-woo.”

Ha-gyeom’s now-firm arousal throbbed in Baek Sa’s hand. The contrast between his innocent face and his arousal made Baek Sa’s throat tighten with desire. As if to counter the hesitation in Baek Sa’s voice, Ha-gyeom bit his jawline, leaving small, nervous marks.

“If I’ll never see him again… then being with you now is enough.”

Hearing Ha-gyeom deliberately switch from calling him “hyung” to addressing him as “you,” Baek Sa felt his fraying self-control snap. If he were to fully embrace being Baek Sa, there was no need to hesitate in responding to the body before him. His grip on Ha-gyeom’s sensitive core grew firm, movements deliberate yet undeniably intense.

“Ah… ngh…”

“Would you be fine if I stayed Baek Sa forever?”

Baek Sa pushed Ha-gyeom away slightly, his gaze fixed on the dazed eyes before him. He had to be sure, even if the words Ha-gyeom murmured were clouded by alcohol. Despite Baek Sa’s piercing stare, Ha-gyeom seemed unafraid, too consumed by the sensations below to falter.

“And you? Ngh… even if I’m still the same kid… the one you saved…”

Ha-gyeom’s voice trailed off, unable to complete his thought. Baek Sa didn’t wait for an answer. He shifted lower, lifting Ha-gyeom’s shirt and pressing his lips against the warmth of his bare stomach. Gradually, his kisses descended, teasing the fabric of Ha-gyeom’s undergarments.

“I don’t know,” Baek Sa finally admitted.

As Ha-gyeom’s flushed eyes widened, Baek Sa tugged his pants and underwear down just enough, revealing his trembling form. Biting his lip hard enough to leave marks, Ha-gyeom’s voice quivered.

“You can just… see me as I am now. Forget everything from before.”

He didn’t repeat his confession, nor did he plead for Baek Sa’s reciprocation. His gaze, however, burned with anticipation for what was to come, unspoken words hanging in the air. Watching Ha-gyeom’s expression flicker with yearning, Baek Sa forced himself to erase the image of the boy Ha-gyeom had once been.

Now, there was only a young, alluring guide before him.

Still, Ha-gyeom was far more than just that simple description—a realization Baek Sa couldn’t ignore. The intensity of his feelings made his chest tighten, his heartbeat quickening as memories, etched into his very being, refused to fade. Ha-gyeom spoke of forgetting the past, yet his own expression betrayed how tethered he remained to it.

Caught between expectation and restraint, Baek Sa glanced down, his gaze falling on the exposed, flushed skin. His focus wavered momentarily as he drew closer.

“…”

Ha-gyeom’s flushed arousal betrayed his excitement. Its appearance alone was enough to stir a conflicting mix of emotions within Baek Sa. He pressed his lips against it, taking him in gradually. Ha-gyeom’s breath hitched sharply, his knees reflexively drawing up as Baek Sa’s lips enveloped him further.

“W-wait, just a second!”

Ignoring the plea, Baek Sa pressed deeper, the warmth in his throat tightening around Ha-gyeom. As he moved deliberately, the boy’s hands instinctively reached into his hair, trembling with both hesitation and need.

“Ah… it’s… it’s so deep…”

“Mm…”

“Please…”

Urged on by Ha-gyeom’s increasingly desperate voice, Baek Sa didn’t stop. Instead, he maintained the pressure, the sound of their connection intensifying as Ha-gyeom’s thighs quivered uncontrollably.

“Ah… ngh!”

Despite his inexperience, Ha-gyeom’s body reacted intensely, his rapid breaths and high-pitched whimpers filling the room. His legs shook, his toes curling reflexively with every drawn-out motion. The soft touch of Ha-gyeom’s trembling skin against Baek Sa’s cheeks only heightened the sensation.

Finally, Baek Sa unfastened his own belt, gripping himself tightly. He moved in sync with the rhythm, his own breath quickening as he leaned into the moment. Ha-gyeom’s reactions, the tension in his body, and the soft sounds he made became an intoxicating symphony.

His entire body trembling, Ha-gyeom lifted his upper body slightly, propping himself on his elbows as he stared down at Baek Sa. His expression was a mess of embarrassment and pleasure, his flushed cheeks giving him a boyish look.

The contradictions in Ha-gyeom’s appearance—his boyish charm, his toned body, and his unmistakably adult reactions—struck Baek Sa. Even as Ha-gyeom’s breath caught, and his body tensed from the intensity, there was an underlying innocence that left Baek Sa momentarily breathless.

It was only when Baek Sa felt his throat strain and his vision blur from lack of air that he finally withdrew, releasing Ha-gyeom with a gasp.