Whatever had lit the spark between them, it burned fast and hot. Eyes wild, the two of them stumbled back into the tent, hands still locked tight. The moment they were inside, they zipped the entrance shut to the top—and the second that was done, their mismatched lips crashed together like they’d been starving for it.
“Hnnngh… mmph.”
The way that thick, long tongue filled his mouth made Lee Han-seo shudder—it felt too good. He let out a muffled moan, fingers trembling as he hurriedly undid the buttons on his shirt. Park Woo-jun wasn’t faring any better. His hands moved in a frenzy, yanking off his top and tugging down the zipper of his pants.
“Nngh, don’t wanna stop, not even for a second. Hurry—come on, hurry…”
Han-seo whined like he couldn’t stand even the briefest pause, begging for more kisses as they stumbled toward the makeshift cot inside the tent. The sight of him—flushed and breathless, yet refusing to pull away—was enough to make Woo-jun grin. With zero hesitation, he scooped Han-seo up and carried him over in a few long strides.
By the time they hit the bed, the only things left on their bodies were the rugged military boots. Han-seo gave Woo-jun a light tap on the back, and he followed the cue, reclining onto the mattress. Climbing onto his solid, massive frame and crashing their mouths together again, Han-seo finally felt like he could breathe.
“Hey, how long’s it been?”
“I dunno… Feels like a week.”
A week? That had to be a record. Han-seo giggled, voice playful, and cupped Woo-jun’s face, peppering his forehead, nose, and lips with kiss after kiss—rapid-fire and relentless.
Right up until the day they flew out, both of them had been running on fumes. They hadn’t meant to go so long without touching, but the gap had formed anyway. Han-seo had picked his combat training back up, while Woo-jun was neck-deep in paperwork—handing off duties, rewriting dungeon-response protocols. Even though they lived together, they barely crossed paths except when falling asleep or waking up.
Woo-jun, being an Esper, could’ve easily indulged himself if he’d wanted—but every time he saw Han-seo passed out cold, hair still damp and half-dried from the shower, there was no way he could bring himself to do it. Most nights, he just dried Han-seo’s hair with a breeze, watched his face for a while, and fell asleep beside him.
Ever since they’d registered as a Bonded Pair and rushed into the Imprint process right after, they hadn’t gone more than a day or two without sleeping together—unless Woo-jun was away on a mission. So yeah, Han-seo wasn’t wrong. This really was their longest dry spell.
“Nngh… Did it get even bigger while we weren’t doing anything?”
It had been so long since they touched that just kissing had Han-seo burning up. He grunted, immediately trying to lower himself down. But no matter how he angled it, there was no way something that size—thick and heavy like a weapon—was just going to slide in without prep. Still, Woo-jun found Han-seo’s stubbornness endearing, so he just watched, arms at his sides, waiting to see how far he’d go.
He only sat up when Han-seo tried to force the tip in and let out a quiet, strained groan.
Sitting upright, Woo-jun easily flipped him over and pulled him into his chest from behind. The heat of Han-seo’s body melting into his arms felt incredibly satisfying. The surge of Guiding pouring into him was almost overwhelming—but even if there wasn’t any Guiding involved, it wouldn’t have changed a thing. As long as it was Lee Han-seo in his arms, Park Woo-jun would always feel this full. That, he was sure of.
He leaned in, gently biting the pale curve of Han-seo’s neck and the soft skin behind his ear, tugging without breaking skin. Han-seo jolted hard. Woo-jun swallowed a laugh, letting his hands roam forward. Compared to before, Han-seo had more definition now—muscle and sharp lines beneath soft skin. Rubbing and kneading his chest and waist with rough palms, Woo-jun was rewarded with Han-seo’s breathless gasps.
“Y-you… bastard…”
Both of them turned their heads at the same time, but Woo-jun pretended not to notice and pinched one nipple between his fingers. Han-seo sputtered, unable to speak, his face a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Usually, he had no problem demanding what he wanted—but when it came to this, he got strangely shy.
Woo-jun was the opposite—reserved in everyday life, but shameless in bed. And honestly? That contrast made them a perfect match in his eyes.
“I called you, baby~,” he teased, dragging out the words, “You’re not gonna answer? Hm? Why so quiet?”
“Park Woo-jun, you’re such a—! Hnnf… mmgh…”
Woo-jun rubbed the stiff nipple with just the pad of his middle finger, and Han-seo threw his head back, letting out soft, wet moans. Chuckling, Woo-jun brought his nail into play. The instant it grazed the trembling nub, Han-seo gasped like the air had been punched out of him. Whipping his head around to glare, he still couldn’t say what he wanted.
Instead, he muttered, “Unbelievable. You think you’re the only one with hands?” and reached up, squeezing the other nipple himself. For a second, Woo-jun thought that was even more embarrassing than just saying it out loud—but he didn’t bring it up. Whether Han-seo talked or acted out, it was all a win for him.
His hands, like snakes ready to strike, slithered lower once Han-seo was fully hard. Woo-jun wrapped his arms tightly around his partner’s slender frame, locking him in like a cage. Trapped between those strong arms, Han-seo couldn’t even squirm.
“Haa… mmmh, ah, Woo-jun… ahh, ahh!”
One hand gripped the shaft, stroking it steadily, while the other teased the tightly clenched rim. Getting hit from both ends like that completely wrecked him. Han-seo panted, breath stuttering, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably. Every time that hot hand pumped his cock, shocks ricocheted deep in his gut.
“Wait, wait—I’m gonna—I’m seriously gonna come—just—just wait, ngh, hhhk…”
“That’s fine. You can come. Go ahead.”
From the start, it was obvious—Park Woo-jun wasn’t slowing down until he made him come. His wrist worked in relentless strokes, fast and steady. And the second Han-seo felt teeth graze the rim of his sensitive ear, he lost it. No sound escaped—just hot, thick cum spilling out of him in messy streams. Maybe it was just in his head, but the scent seemed muskier than usual, heavier, probably because they hadn’t done this in so long.
Still caught in the aftershocks, head thrown back and hips quivering, Han-seo barely had time to breathe. Normally, Woo-jun would’ve waited for him to settle before going any further. Not this time. Instead, he dipped his fingers into the mess, coating them in sticky release, and shoved them in deep without hesitation. The tight hole, which had been clenched shut moments ago, welcomed his thick fingers with ease.
“Nngh—ah, hah, ah…!”
Seriously, are those fingers or your damn cock? Han-seo found himself thinking the same thing he always did whenever Woo-jun fingered him. With how thick and long they were, it was impossible not to. His teeth clenched involuntarily, body tensing. Every time a moan escaped him, unfiltered waves of Guiding pulsed out of his skin, seeping into the air around them without restraint.
“Han-seo. Come on. You need to stay with me, yeah?”
Woo-jun tapped his cheek lightly with the back of his hand—a wordless reminder to cut off the radiation Guiding. But while his voice said focus, his fingers said the opposite. They didn’t stop for a second, twisting and spreading him wide, rough and demanding. Frustrated, Han-seo growled and bit down on the hand touching his cheek. Woo-jun didn’t flinch. Instead, he let him bite—and shoved in another finger.
By the time there were three, the stretch had changed completely. Index, middle, ring—and from the look in his eyes, he was clearly planning to add the pinky too. Han-seo’s breath hitched, and then he finally broke.
“You asshole—nnngh, stop! I can’t, I can’t take any more. Woo-jun, it’s gonna tear—I’m serious, my stomach hurts—nngh, baby, please… it hurts, I’m begging you…”
It was rich, saying that with a hole that had no problem swallowing something way thicker than four fingers. At this point, those words were nothing more than a desperate, needy plea to just get on with it. And Woo-jun got the message loud and clear.
Skipping the rest of the prep, he grabbed Han-seo, lifted him up, and sank in with a single, deep thrust.
Han-seo shattered.
“Aah—nnggh, gahh, hnnn…!”
The moment Woo-jun filled him, Han-seo trembled violently and came again, squirting like his body couldn’t tell the difference between orgasm and pissing himself. No exaggeration—Park Woo-jun felt his vision tunnel. He genuinely thought he might black out.
