I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 199
I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 199
“I thought you’d be painting.”
Han Seung-jae had expected Seo I-kyung to go to the studio and paint as soon as he returned home, after spending so long in the hospital room. However, Seo I-kyung had been standing in front of the canvas, just looking at the painting. His clothes were no different from what he’d been wearing in the morning. There wasn’t a trace of oil paint on them.
As Seo I-kyung turned slightly, the landscape painting that was revealed was one Han Seung-jae recognized. The view of a winter mountain covered in white snow was truly a masterpiece in its noble and exquisite appearance.
“You’re early.”
Seo I-kyung’s lips parted slightly. Han Seung-jae walked over, shifting his gaze from the painting Seo I-kyung had been looking at all this time.
It was almost as if they had gone back to when Seo I-kyung had visited the study with this canvas. The only difference was that this was the studio, and the person visiting was Han Seung-jae.
Seo I-kyung pulled his left arm, wrapped in a cast, towards himself as he followed Han Seung-jae’s approaching figure with his eyes. After all, hadn’t his arm been fractured when he tried to give this painting to him and receive payment?
Even though Seo I-kyung had only moved his arm to avoid touching Han Seung-jae’s body, Han Seung-jae spoke indifferently, as if he had guessed what Seo I-kyung was thinking:
“Are you afraid I might make it so you can’t paint at all?”
Seo I-kyung’s shoulder flinched as he folded his arm towards his stomach. This was because Han Seung-jae not only narrowed the distance but also bent his upper body, leaning towards Seo I-kyung.
Thud, as Seo I-kyung took a step back to create space, Han Seung-jae came even closer, breaking down the distance. Eventually, Seo I-kyung’s hips touched the work table.
“…!”
Seo I-kyung reflexively turned to check behind him. A cool hand touched the nape of Seo I-kyung’s neck as he realized there was nowhere left to retreat. Seo I-kyung’s neck stiffened instantly. Han Seung-jae’s low, resonant voice was heard right by his ear.
“Have you finished checking?”
A large hand gently gripped Seo I-kyung’s neck.
“There’s nowhere left to run. Now, why don’t you answer me?”
Although there was no force in Han Seung-jae’s hand, it didn’t mean there was no pressure. Seo I-kyung’s neck was so thin it seemed like it would break if Han Seung-jae applied any force.
Han Seung-jae’s hand, gently caressing Seo I-kyung’s neck, brushed his shoulder and flowed down his spine. He fixed his gaze on Seo I-kyung’s reddened lips while urging for an answer.
Seo I-kyung’s body moved as if being pushed little by little. He had somehow ended up perched on the work table. It wasn’t voluntary. Han Seung-jae’s large hand, which had flowed down Seo I-kyung’s spine, had lifted his hips and placed them there.
Seo I-kyung sat on the table, almost trapped in Han Seung-jae’s embrace. And Han Seung-jae deliberately lowered his upper body to meet Seo I-kyung’s eyes. He seemed determined to get an answer from Seo I-kyung. His cold gaze came right up close.
Seo I-kyung looked into Han Seung-jae’s cold eyes, which seemed to lack any warmth, and his lips trembled.
“You wouldn’t do that, would you?”
Seo I-kyung stretched out his casted hand. It was to show Han Seung-jae, but he was persistently looking elsewhere. Seo I-kyung’s face was pale yet white. This made his red lips look even more like ripe fruit.
“Hmm.”
Han Seung-jae hummed lazily. It was unclear if this was a response to Seo I-kyung’s words. This was because Han Seung-jae tilted his head slightly and licked Seo I-kyung’s trembling lips with his tongue.
When Seo I-kyung jerked his head back in surprise, Han Seung-jae straightened his tilted head. Your lips are still the same. He seemed to savor the taste before kissing Seo I-kyung’s chin.
“I can’t promise that.”
Seo I-kyung’s Adam’s apple quivered. When cool lips touched there too, Seo I-kyung hastily lowered his head. Han Seung-jae watched Seo I-kyung’s face change moment by moment, almost trapped between his arms, and added:
“I didn’t know I had so little patience myself.”
If he tries to touch him, Seo I-kyung keeps backing away in surprise, and if he tries to taste his lips, Seo I-kyung trembles as if his neck is being bitten. Yet the scent he gives off is erotic, and the feel of his waist in his hands is so good it’s maddening. Han Seung-jae was overwhelmed by complex and subtle emotions he had never felt before.
Han Seung-jae raised one hand from the work table. He caressed Seo I-kyung’s waist, brushed his flat chest, and placed his hand on his neck as if embracing it. Under his force, Seo I-kyung’s small head was pushed forward, coming closer.
“Seung-jae…”
Seo I-kyung parted his reddened lips to speak. The more he did so, the more inviting and ready to be devoured they looked to Han Seung-jae. Just before consuming them whole, Han Seung-jae spoke in a low voice:
“If you run away one more time, this time I’ll ruin your legs, not your hands. So stay obediently in my arms.”
His voice was so kind that Seo I-kyung felt as if he was whispering sweet nothings. However, the words that came out were far from that.
Seo I-kyung’s bright red tongue rippled provocatively. Han Seung-jae strongly entwined the tip of that tongue and kissed him. The thin neck in his grasp shook greatly, but it wasn’t enough to escape Han Seung-jae’s hand.
Heat rushed to Seo I-kyung’s eyes. The flesh entwining and rubbing on his tongue was so hot it felt like his mouth was melting. Seo I-kyung was short of breath due to the tongue digging into the back of his throat. And his body gradually leaned backward.
Knock knock.
At that moment, there was a sound of someone knocking on the studio door. As Han Seung-jae’s lips parted, a long strand of saliva stretched between them. Seo I-kyung looked at the tightly closed door with a bewildered face. The studio door wasn’t locked. And since Han Seung-jae had come in, he wouldn’t have locked it either.
Regardless of who was knocking, he lifted the shirt Seo I-kyung was wearing. The bandages that had been wrapped from his shoulder to his chest were gone.
Han Seung-jae’s fingertips touched the long stab wound below Seo I-kyung’s collarbone. Han Seung-jae’s gaze was particularly sharp as he traced the scar about as long as a finger.
Knock knock.
Seo I-kyung’s gaze was still fixed on the door. However, when a hot, soft sensation touched his wound, Seo I-kyung’s shoulders shrank. He turned his head away from the door.
Han Seung-jae pressed his lips to Seo I-kyung’s chest area and stuck out his tongue to lick the wound. Startled by this, Seo I-kyung moved his arm, knocking over a container of brushes on the work table, which fell to the floor with a thud.
Seo I-kyung held his breath, but Han Seung-jae didn’t. He continued licking Seo I-kyung’s wound with his tongue, then pressed his lips to it and sucked strongly.
“Ugh.”
Finally, a moan escaped from between Seo I-kyung’s lips that he had been suppressing. Seo I-kyung’s eyes shook uneasily. However, there were no more knocking sounds at the door.
“Does it hurt?”
Han Seung-jae’s breath spread across Seo I-kyung’s chest. The sutured wound, along with faint teeth marks, glistened with saliva. Only then did Seo I-kyung fully take in Han Seung-jae. It seems he was the only one worrying about the door opening, holding his breath and shrinking his body.
Han Seung-jae, whether the door opened or not, had burrowed between Seo I-kyung’s thighs. He was in a position where it wouldn’t be strange if he spread the narrow opening and thrust his cock in at any moment.
“It was fine until just now.”
Seo I-kyung murmured. He was leaning on the work table, almost lying down, as if half resigned. The only reason he didn’t fall backward was because Han Seung-jae was holding his waist. Both front and back were equally in Han Seung-jae’s hands.
“It hurts because you’re doing such things.”
“Such things?”
Han Seung-jae repeated a part of Seo I-kyung’s words. And as if asking “Do you mean this?”, he brought his lips to Seo I-kyung’s wound and scraped it with his tongue. His pointed tongue trailed down along the wound.
“Or does it hurt because I’m sucking?”
Soon he pressed his lips to the wound and sucked hard. And as Han Seung-jae’s hand that had been supporting Seo I-kyung’s back slowly withdrew, Seo I-kyung was laid down on the work table, knocking objects to the floor.
“Ugh, ah!”
Seo I-kyung’s eyes contorted. This time, he really felt great pain. Seo I-kyung brought the back of his hand to his lips, feeling like he might say it hurts involuntarily.
It had been a pure white body. Until now, there had been no marks. Because Han Seung-jae was the only one who left marks here.
Han Seung-jae persistently brought his lips to the wound, sucking the skin, licking it, or baring his teeth. It was as if he was trying to carve out the wound, erasing traces left by someone else.