Page 63 of Signed, I'm Yours!
Things couldn’t be more complicated.
And, of course, sleeping with Seojun has made them even more so. But I can’t find it in me to regret it.
Not when he looks so cute in his kitchen with my coffee in his hands, giving instructions to Kevin and pretending as if he’s too busy to see me.
“We can use the party as an opportunity to ask questions, see if any of your colleagues know about my mom and brother,” he says.
It’s amazing that after barely a handful of days, I know this man better than he knows himself, and after only one night with him, I think I know the kind of lover he is.
What I’m not sure about, however, is the kind of lover I am because up until yesterday, I never thought of another man, I never touched another man like I did Seojun, and I never craved another man like I’m craving him, and even though my experience with gay sex was nonexistent, I knew what to do, howto do it, and how to do it well without fear, shame, or hesitation. Have I always been a little gay and didn’t realize? Have I always carried these feelings Seojun awakens in me or are they a side effect of his power? And do I even care?
It’s not like being tied to him has changed me. It hasn’t changed my thought processes, emotions, or personality. The only changes have been purely physical. In fact, the only changes are in the pain and pleasure department. I’ve never felt such pain when we’re apart and never such need when we’re together. It’s almost terrifying. Or it would be if it wasn’t Seojun. Somehow, he makes this even easier. Because it’s simple to see how one could be with a guy like him and be happy.
“I’ll get right on it,” Kevin says and leaves the house with a decaf cappuccino in a paper cup.
“What?” Seojun asks me when he catches me staring. “I can’t give him regular coffee. His body might break down on him.”
I chuckle and offer him my hand. He takes it without hesitation, so I pull him back into my arms because he feels good there.
“You look ridiculous, by the way,” he mumbles with his mouth pressed against my chest.
“Feel free to undress me then.”
He pulls back and raises an eyebrow, then, with a big happy sigh, tugs at the rope of the robe and pulls it loose.
My erection bounces between the pieces of fabric, and Seojun’s cheeks go red.
“I have,” he mumbles to himself.
“You have what?” I roll my shoulders back and the silk robe falls to the floor.
Seojun stares at my privates and licks his lips.
“Awoken the beast.”
“Is that my new nickname?” I ask as I unbutton his pajama shirt.
Instead of answering, he gazes up at me and stays frozen, inches away from my mouth. His Adam’s apple bobs loudly.
“Beast got your tongue?” Next are his pajama bottoms and underwear.
Within seconds, we’re both naked, and it feels natural. It feels good.
“No. My tongue is fine. My brain, on the other hand…”
I raise his face by the chin and brush my lips past the tip of his nose as I ask, “Your brain, what?”
Seojun’s shoulders rise and fall as he takes a deep breath, which blows warm and caffeinated on my face.
“You fucked my brains out. I need a new brain,” he says, and I kiss him softly.
“I’ll order you a new one. Let me get the phone.” I wrap my hand around his erection and squeeze.
“That’s not the phone,” he chokes.
“Really?”
“Really.” He nods.
