Without hesitation, Heo Nan-gyeom reached out and took his hand—just like he always did.
Guiding energy gradually flowed into him.
“It’s like getting Guided every time a gate opens or closes—the waves settle down because of it.”
“So then…”
“The more I use my abilities, the more stable the waves become. It’s different from other Espers.”
In that moment, Eun-jo recalled how Heo Nan-gyeom always stiffened noticeably during Guiding practice.
No way…
Eun-jo’s eyes scanned Heo Nan-gyeom’s face. He looked more composed than before, but the tips of his ears, peeking through his hair, were flushed red. He wasn’t like other Espers who actively sought out Guiding—just holding hands was enough to make him flustered.
Eun-jo swallowed hard and asked cautiously, keeping his gaze locked on him.
“Heo Nan-gyeom… Be honest with me.”
“……”
“Is this your first time?”
The blunt question hit like a rock. Heo Nan-gyeom’s face froze, his expression stiffening. For once, he hesitated to answer.
“…Yeah.”
“……”
“…Do you not like it?”
It wasn’t dislike—more like he was caught off guard. Every Esper Eun-jo had dealt with before had plenty of experience with Guiding. Now, with a nervous look on his face, Heo Nan-gyeom quietly waited for his response.
“It’s not that I don’t like it… I just wonder if this is really okay.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t have anything to offer you. No matter how I look at it, there’s no reason for you to help me.”
With the others, it was always a fair exchange. They got Guided; he extended his lifeline. But Heo Nan-gyeom… he wasn’t getting anything in return.
For Eun-jo, who was used to transactional relationships, it was hard to understand him. Sure, he was testing out Guiding with this, but—
Then what is Heo Nan-gyeom getting out of this?
Eun-jo squirmed, trying to pull his hand away. He hesitated, clearly conflicted, and Heo Nan-gyeom let out a quiet chuckle as he watched his expression.
“There is something.”
His voice was low, quiet, but steady.
“I like you, Yeo Eun-jo.”
He gripped Eun-jo’s hand tighter, then used the tip of his foot to push the table aside with a soft screech.
He slipped an arm around Eun-jo’s waist, pulling him close. The motion was fluid—natural, even. Two weeks of special training had clearly paid off.
“You don’t have to give me anything. If I can be of help to you…”
“……”
“Then I’ll give you whatever you need.”
“…I can’t take on another lover.”
Eun-jo whispered, glancing at the rings already stacked on his fingers. He spoke with quiet sincerity, and Heo Nan-gyeom nodded.
“I know.”
“I probably won’t be able to give you my heart either. I’ve already got people calling me ‘baby,’ ‘honey’—you name it. I’ve got my job as a team Guide, and I might have to leave the Center, and…”
“I know.”
A large, warm hand cupped his cheek, soft like the handkerchief Heo Nan-gyeom had once given him. Their faces drew close—close enough to share breath—as Heo Nan-gyeom gazed into his eyes.
“Then teach me what comes after a kiss.”
Their lips met—soft, warm. He nibbled gently on Eun-jo’s bottom lip, then slid his tongue in. Just as Eun-jo had taught him: tender, unhurried, sweet. His tongue traced along the inner walls of Eun-jo’s mouth, brushing against his own. The sensation was so careful, so delicate, that Eun-jo couldn’t help but smile.
When Eun-jo responded, Heo Nan-gyeom lifted him up effortlessly. With every step toward the bed, another piece of clothing fell away.
“Nnh… ah…”
By the time they reached the bed, not a single thread remained on either of them. Wrapping his arms around Nan-gyeom’s neck, Eun-jo let his hand drift downward.
Legs parted, he reached between them, brushing over the hidden entrance. It was sealed tight—like it had never taken anything before, not even one cock. Carefully, Eun-jo pressed in a single finger. The resistance was immediate and unfamiliar.
“Hah… nngh…”
Doing it himself only made the sensation more surreal. He pushed his finger in all the way, slowly starting to move. The still-dry inner walls gripped him hard, unyielding.
Heo Nan-gyeom paused, lips parting from his. His gaze dropped, filled with the sight of pale thighs spread open.
“……”
Between them was a soft, pink opening—clenching tight around Eun-jo’s deeply buried finger. Heo Nan-gyeom stared in silence. Flushed with embarrassment, Eun-jo instinctively closed his thighs.
He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but before the words could come, Nan-gyeom gripped his thighs firmly.
“Didn’t you say you’d teach me?”
In a swift motion, he bent Eun-jo’s legs upward. Eun-jo gasped, barely able to catch his breath before Nan-gyeom lowered his head.
“Heo Nan-gyeom! Wait, just—!”
There was no stopping him. His tongue slid between Eun-jo’s plump cheeks, licking him like he was kissing—soft, patient strokes against the sensitive walls. Eun-jo let out a helpless moan.
“Ah… nngh…”
His tongue moved slowly, exploring every inch of him. Every time he parted the heat inside, the sensation surged, sharp and dizzying.
The gentleness drove Eun-jo mad. It wasn’t rough, but that only made it worse—made him ache for more. Before he knew it, he was spreading his legs wider, fingers tangled in Nan-gyeom’s hair.
“Nnh… just like that… ah… ah, ngh!”
When his tongue brushed a sensitive spot, Eun-jo’s hips jerked involuntarily. Nan-gyeom didn’t seem to realize the sound had changed—his tongue kept circling that same spot, teasing but never quite hitting it.
It was maddening—so close, yet just out of reach. Eun-jo, too used to pleasure, trembled beneath him. Gasping, he squeezed Nan-gyeom’s head between his thighs.
“Nan-gyeom… hnn, ahh…”
“If you don’t say anything, how am I supposed to know?”
With a soft chu, Heo Nan-gyeom pressed a kiss to Eun-jo’s entrance before lifting his head, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.
“I am new to all this, Yeo Eun-jo.”
Then he buried his face again, latching onto the sensitive spot and sucking hard. Shit. Choosing pleasure over pride, Eun-jo gritted his teeth and grabbed a fistful of Nan-gyeom’s hair.
“Hngh—just above that…! Ngh, deeper—right there, ah!”
Finally, Nan-gyeom’s tongue struck the mark, thrusting deep against the swollen bundle of nerves. His thick tongue jabbed into him with purpose, and a rush of pleasure surged through Eun-jo like a shockwave.
“Ah, ahh! Haa, yes… that’s it…”
After relentlessly licking him, Nan-gyeom suddenly pulled back, only to wrap his arms around Eun-jo’s waist and flip him over with practiced ease.
“Hngh!”
He tugged Eun-jo back against him, adjusting his position to make access easier. Eun-jo ended up on all fours, ass high and back arched low. His smooth, perfectly round cheeks were spread open, fully on display, and Nan-gyeom’s pupils dilated.
The pleasure he’d just experienced still lingered, sharper than anything he’d imagined. The tight, twitching entrance before him looked impossibly small—far too tight to take him. Frowning slightly, he slid in two fingers.
They sank into the soft, pink heat. Deeper than his tongue could reach, his fingers pushed in, and Eun-jo moaned, hips twitching from the intrusion. The lewd sight only spurred Nan-gyeom on—he moved his fingers rougher, brushing over a swollen spot inside. Eun-jo arched and clenched instinctively.
“Haaah! Ngh, right there… ah, there—hngh!”
“You like it here?”
“Y-yeah…! Ngh!”
His fingers curled, plunging in and out at a quick, relentless pace. The pleasure was too intense—Eun-jo buried his face into the sheets, panting hard.
“Nngh… inside… deeper… ahh!”
His pale skin flushed like sun-warmed porcelain, turning pink from neck to thighs. His body was stunning—too beautiful to believe. Nan-gyeom’s gaze traced down his spine, over his hips, until it reached his feet.
“Hngh!”
Without warning, Nan-gyeom withdrew his fingers and grabbed one of Eun-jo’s feet. When warm lips pressed against the top of it, Eun-jo jolted and twisted to look.
“W-what are you—?!”
“Even this part of you is beautiful.”
He kissed the smooth top of Eun-jo’s foot. The ticklish sensation made him flinch, but Nan-gyeom didn’t stop—he took the entire foot into his mouth and sucked gently.
From the blush-tinted arch to the delicate toes, there wasn’t a single part that wasn’t perfect. Slipping a toe past his lips, he swirled his tongue around it. Eun-jo shook his head, mortified.
“Gross…! Don’t—don’t do that!”
“What’s gross about it? Tastes fine to me.”
“Nan-gyeom, seriously—! Nngh, stop…”
It felt like being eaten alive. Yet Nan-gyeom showed no hesitation. He ran his tongue from toe to ankle, then began trailing soft kisses back up Eun-jo’s leg. With every smack of his lips, a tingling heat bloomed across Eun-jo’s skin.
Nan-gyeom gazed down at the body beneath him—every press of his mouth leaving a deeper blush behind. His cock was rock hard now, already slapping against his own stomach with need.
There’s no way that’s going to fit…
His eyes dropped to the now-tightly clenched entrance. He gripped Eun-jo’s thighs again, clearly preparing to loosen him up more. But Eun-jo, realizing where things were headed, slipped quietly from his grip.
