High-quality coats tossed aside by the host and his guest lay overlapping on the living room floor. As if to signal that a path made of clothes began from there, garments were strewn in an orderly trail toward the sofa in the center. Jackets and ties for two, and a vest made of the same texture as Seheon’s outerwear, formed a long, narrow path.
“Attorney, wait, my legs are tangled, ugh!”
Yunshin, who had been nearly dragged along by Seheon while kissing, stumbled as his legs got twisted. Because of that, before they could even climb onto the sofa, they collapsed together with a thud beside the low table.
He was a man who excelled at turning crises into opportunities. Seheon gripped Yunshin’s waist with both hands and lifted him up in a flash, then precariously seated him atop his own solid thighs.
Yunshin, now awkwardly perched atop another man’s lower body, braced himself against Seheon’s broad shoulders and continued to offer his lips. As if their skin had been one from the very