Park Woo-jun glanced at Lee Han-seo’s face, which looked like he was about to cry, tilted his head for a moment—then casually scooped him up and walked straight into the shower booth.
“Hey! Hey! What are you doing?! What the hell is this?!”
Ignoring the shouting, Woo-jun chirped, “Okay! Arms up!”—and Han-seo, confused and flustered, instinctively raised his hands. In one swift motion, Woo-jun tugged the loose pajama top over his head, then yanked down the bottoms without hesitation.
Still dazed and wide-eyed, unable to make sense of the situation, Han-seo just stood there as Woo-jun turned on the shower. The rush of cold water was met with a startled, “Ack! It’s freezing!”
Woo-jun rubbed the goosebumps on Han-seo’s arms with his palm, adjusting the temperature.
“There. Better now? Less embarrassing this way, right?”
“Wow… Just… wow…”
Han-seo could only let out a stunned breath. Normally, he was obedient and gentle, but every so often, Park Woo-jun would drop a completely unexpected bomb like this. To make matters worse, Woo-jun had stripped only Han-seo—he himself was still fully dressed in the shirt and slacks he’d worn to work.
Even as his soaked shirt clung to his torso, he just grinned proudly, like he deserved praise for whatever the hell this was.
That bright, sunny smile made him look like a total pervert, Han-seo thought. A completely insane one. He was so blindsided he forgot he even needed to pee.
“Be honest. You’re doing this to mess with me, aren’t you? That’s what this is, right?”
“Mess with you? Me? Mess with you, Han-seo? Come on. Why would I ever?”
I’m not that petty, baby. Woo-jun said it without a hint of shame.
“Sure, you guided another Esper while I was away. And yeah, that Esper chased you all the way to Korea. But you think I’d hold a grudge over that? Really? Why would I?”
Bullshit. A hundred percent, no doubt about it. He was holding a grudge. If he weren’t, none of this bondage crap would’ve happened in the first place. The context alone made it obvious, and Woo-jun wasn’t even trying to hide how twisted he was being.
Back then, it really had been urgent. Julian Moore didn’t have a Bonded Pair, and all the available Guides had already taken their turn. As much as Han-seo hated it, he knew there was no avoiding it. He also knew that guiding Julian had been nothing more than a professional duty—just another exception born out of circumstance. So enduring it hadn’t been that hard.
But still—
“I missed you so much. We finally meet.”
“Sorry I couldn’t come sooner. It took forever to get permission. Did you miss me?”
“I love it when you say my name.”
Even remembering it made Han-seo’s jaw clench and his fists tighten.
Woo-jun had tried—tried so many times—to swallow his frustration. But Julian’s nonstop provocations had finally worn him down.
It wasn’t Han-seo’s fault. The one who’d crossed the line, clueless about the situation, was Julian Moore. And Han-seo had been firm, drawing a clear boundary—for Woo-jun’s sake.
“Baby, didn’t you say you had to pee? Go ahead, come on. Want me to hold your dick for you?”
Still, what’s wrong was wrong. And just this once, he wanted to be a little petty.
“Ugh… Seriously, can you please just leave? How the hell am I supposed to go when you’re standing there staring?! This makes no sense!”
Seeing that flustered, overwhelmed expression slowly unravel was oddly satisfying. Watching the composed Lee Han-seo break like this, knowing he was the only one who could make it happen, filled Woo-jun with a euphoric thrill.
“Park Woo-jun. Just imagine if you were in this position—!”
Han-seo snapped but stopped midway. If their roles were reversed… he had a terrifyingly clear mental image of Woo-jun peeing without hesitation, right in front of him. The guy seriously had no shame in the weirdest ways. It was disturbingly plausible.
“Why’d you stop?”
“……”
As Han-seo’s face turned bright red, Woo-jun laughed, then turned him around to face the wall. He hugged him from behind, pinning him lightly. Then he bit softly at Han-seo’s ear, wet from the water, just enough to make him tremble. And tremble he did—his whole body shaking like he was about to panic.
Now that the restraint was gone, he could’ve told Woo-jun to grab the handcuff key from the office and just gone by himself. But things had moved so fast, so chaotically, that he couldn’t think straight anymore.
“Did you hold it in too long? Is that why it won’t come out?”
“Eek—stop! Don’t touch, don’t touch there—!”
The warm stream pouring down from above had already made his toes curl. And now Woo-jun was coaxing him, stroking lightly up and down the cool shaft—no way Han-seo could hold it anymore. He’d tried, really, but after holding it in since he woke up, he didn’t stand a chance.
“Ugh… Hnn… Ngh…”
The stream he’d been holding back had started with just a few stubborn drops—but once it broke through, there was no stopping it. It flowed freely now, without restraint. Lee Han-seo squeezed his eyes shut, unable to believe what was happening. Still… though it felt ridiculous to even think of it as a relief, it was something of a blessing: the loud sound of the shower masked everything else.
“Fuck—don’t lower your head. If you look, I swear to God, I’ll kill you. Fucking hell, you crazy bastard. Ugh, goddamn it.”
How could someone be this petty in such a ridiculous way? Han-seo felt his ears burning hotter with each passing second. Fine, okay! I won’t look! I won’t look, I swear! Woo-jun soothed him in a soft, teasing voice, practically purring as he poured body wash into his palm and worked up a rich lather.
Han-seo figured the worst was over. He let his guard down, thinking they’d just shower together, rinse off, and get out. But that was wishful thinking.
“Ah! W-what the hell is this?!”
The soft, foamy lather that he assumed would hit his chest or shoulders landed squarely on his ass. Woo-jun’s sudsy hands glided over his lower body, slow and deliberate, lingering far too long. His palms molded over the firm curve of Han-seo’s butt, like he had all the time in the world.
Those bold hands didn’t stop there. They traveled inward, stroking the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, ghosting over the still-tender shaft that had just finished relieving itself, then pressing in between the cleft of his ass. The water quickly washed the foam away—but Woo-jun’s hands didn’t budge.
Han-seo tilted his head back and sighed. How did I end up in this mess? He braced himself again, resigned, as if accepting another giant sweet potato shoved down his throat.
The truth was, ever since Woo-jun had hugged him from behind and bit his ear, he’d already started to get turned on.
He swallowed hard, reached behind him, and unzipped Woo-jun’s slacks. That alone was enough—Woo-jun immediately picked up on the signal and took care of the rest, undoing his belt and shoving down his briefs. With a soft thud, his erection sprang free and pressed up against Han-seo’s ass.
“What the hell did you even do to get this hard?”
“Sorry. I just got way too turned on… watching you piss right in front of me like that.”
You bastard. He’d definitely looked. Han-seo glared, suspicious, but decided to put that on hold for now. He’d grill him later. Priorities.
For the record, yes—Woo-jun had totally watched. While Han-seo had his eyes screwed shut and was shaking his head, Woo-jun had taken the liberty of burning every second into his memory. Still, he figured lying would only make it worse. When Han-seo eventually asked, he’d confess and take his punishment like a man.
“Nngh… hnn, mmh!”
Impatient, Woo-jun shoved two fingers in and began to stretch him open. Han-seo jolted, groaning as his body trembled. Woo-jun paid close attention, curling his fingers to hit just the right spot and pressing into it again and again.
“Hah—t-too fast! Woo-jun, s-slow down…! Nnngh… ahh!”
“Sorry. I just want to be inside you already. Does it hurt?”
“It—doesn’t… ahh, nnnh, ngh…!”
His inner walls pulsed hot around Woo-jun’s fingers, practically sucking them in deeper. He twisted them slowly, then thrust hard and fast, rough enough to make Han-seo’s knees start to buckle beneath him.
No good. He’s barely holding on—I need to get inside before he collapses. Woo-jun decided, entirely shameless, that this was the most loving, considerate thing he could do.
“Han-seo, I’m going in now. Okay? Can I?”
“Aahh… ah—haaa, nghh—!”
By now, Han-seo’s eyes were unfocused, his mind completely blanked. He didn’t answer. Instead, from the same hole he’d just peed from, cum dripped out in thin, white streams. His body trembled as broken moans slipped past his lips.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Thank you, baby.”
Woo-jun took the incoherent sounds as consent and pushed his cock deep inside, all the way to the base. The tight heat swallowed him greedily, clinging to every inch. The scattered gasps and whimpers that followed hit his ears like melted sugar—sweet, thick, and utterly intoxicating.
