Master drew a shallow breath and answered at once. His tone was firm, so composed it almost felt cold, but to Seomun Cheon-oh it sounded like a whisper more melodious than any lover’s endearment. He could not suppress the tingling sensation spreading through him, so he turned his head and rubbed his forehead against his master’s back, craving the feeling, wanting it deeper, wanting it to last. A warmth, distinct from the scorching fire that had bewildered him days ago, swelled between his lungs. Like an emotion sealed inside a fragile membrane, expanding precariously, it felt as though he would be unbearably happy if it simply burst and flooded his entire chest. His heart pounded so violently it seemed to thrum against his eardrums, and his head spun with an impulse that bordered on instinct.
Should I embrace him tighter? Should I pull him closer? What do I have to do to receive more of this?
Master drew a shallow breath and answered at once. His tone was firm, so composed it almost felt cold, but to Seomun Cheon-oh it sounded like a whisper more melodious than any lover’s endearment. He could not suppress the tingling sensation spreading through him, so he turned his head and rubbed his forehead against his master’s back, craving the feeling, wanting it deeper, wanting it to last. A warmth, distinct from the scorching fire that had bewildered him days ago, swelled between his lungs. Like an emotion sealed inside a fragile membrane, expanding precariously, it felt as though he would be unbearably happy if it simply burst and flooded his entire chest. His heart pounded so violently it seemed to thrum against his eardrums, and his head spun with an impulse that bordered on instinct.
Should I embrace him tighter? Should I pull him closer? What do I have to do to receive more of this?
Ah, the sensation of being alive.