Thick forearms wrapped around both his legs, keeping them tightly together. Moments later, Cha Eun-soo felt Shim Tae-seong’s length sink deep between his thighs. His entire body tensed at the unfamiliar sensation.
He wasn’t thrusting straight in—what the hell was this…
“……! Hhng, nngh, ugh!”
Shim Tae-seong pulled his hips back, then pushed in again. The repeated motion, back and forth, began to rock Cha Eun-soo’s pale, lean body with each push.
Tae-seong exhaled heavily, intoxicated by the ecstasy blooming from every point of contact. His thick cock, rubbing not only against the tight, velvety skin but also brushing against Cha Eun-soo’s own erection, stiffened even more, unable to hide his arousal. His sharply defined abs flexed as his hips drove forward with increasing force, and a reddish hue bloomed across his lower body.
Cha Eun-soo let out a stifled moan between clenched lips. The inner side of his thighs, violated by a throbbing erection, felt as if they were burning. The sensation of his own cock, already hard, being mashed and rubbed between their bodies as Tae-seong sucked on his nipples was impossible to ignore. As he gripped the pillow tightly, eyes welling red, his gaze locked with Tae-seong’s. The black in Tae-seong’s irises was so deep, so glazed over, there was not a shred of rationality left in them.
And yet, the strange thing was—despite how wild it all felt, it didn’t feel violent at all. That in itself was baffling to Cha Eun-soo.
“Ah!”
“Fff…!”
Thick streams of semen burst from Shim Tae-seong’s tip, which had been glistening with precum. The orgasm came quicker than usual, a result of the overwhelming euphoria from guiding himself between Cha Eun-soo’s thighs, the primal hunger he felt for him, and the intense eroticism of it all. The cum that spurted out splattered from Eun-soo’s abs all the way up to his chin, thick and heavy.
Shim Tae-seong, who had managed to drench Cha Eun-soo’s entire upper body in just one climax, was now panting hard. Cha Eun-soo couldn’t look away from the way Tae-seong’s broad chest rose and fell with every breath.
“Young Master.”
Tae-seong muttered slowly, as if confirming who he was looking at, and gazed down at Cha Eun-soo. His flushed face, wet with his cum, sparked something deep in Tae-seong’s nerves. His lips—swollen and brutalized from biting them so much—looked so delicious, like something to devour. And his cock, now on the verge of climax again, had grown even thicker and was being pinned under Tae-seong’s own shaft.
Feeling the tension build again in his groin so soon after ejaculating, Shim Tae-seong gently lowered Cha Eun-soo’s legs. Red marks were left on the tender inner thighs, evidence of the thick member that had been gliding there moments ago.
“Haa…! Hhngh, ah!”
Sliding in between his widely spread thighs once more, Tae-seong took both their cocks in one hand and began to stroke them together. The sensation of someone else’s rough grip jerking both erections at once sent Cha Eun-soo fumbling aimlessly across the blanket.
“Wait, I’m gonna—ahhngh…!”
Just as the rising pleasure began to explode in his mind like static, he couldn’t hold back. His back arched in a perfect curve as the overwhelming wave of climax swept over him.
His flushed face tilted back, neck arching as heat rippled through him. Shim Tae-seong felt his palm grow damp, and exhaled a breath heavy with rising arousal.
Ignoring the tension coiled in his own throbbing cock, he slid his hand down beneath Cha Eun-soo. Eun-soo, who had spread his legs wide to accommodate Tae-seong’s large frame, had his ass slightly parted as well. Nestled between them, the puckered entrance peeked out, and damp fingers slowly began to press inward.
“Haah, ha… ugh…!”
Cha Eun-soo let out a soft moan as the foreign intrusion disrupted his attempt to catch his breath. Multiple thick fingers worked their way inside, gradually increasing in number. And yet, Tae-seong’s movements held a desperate kind of care, as if possessed by the single-minded determination not to cause any pain.
But there were limits to how much one could prepare in advance. When something far beyond standard size entered, the depth it reached would inevitably change. Still, Shim Tae-seong earnestly, meticulously stretched the tight inner walls. His fingers teased deep inside, occasionally brushing over the prostate. Unable to endure the surging waves of pleasure, Cha Eun-soo turned his head away. If this kept up, he was going to be drained of all strength before anything even got started.
“Nnngh…”
Cha Eun-soo gave a gentle squeeze down below, urging Tae-seong to stop prepping and just move on. His inner walls, having clenched tightly, now pulsed open as they wrapped eagerly around Tae-seong’s fingers. Tae-seong felt every flex of the warm, sticky inner lining clinging snugly to each joint of his fingers. Even though his cock was already fully erect, the sensation was so enticing it twitched angrily, desperate for more.
The fingers slipped out with a wet slurp. The now-gaping entrance throbbed with each beat of tension. Shim Tae-seong wrapped his hand around his engorged cock, guiding the thick head to that waiting hole. As the blunt tip began to press in, Cha Eun-soo gasped like he was being overwhelmed.
“Aah… ngh!”
Tae-seong’s cock pushed in slowly, steadily, forcing apart soft inner flesh with relentless pressure. It was as heavy and solid as a tool, rigid and unyielding. Cha Eun-soo clenched his fists tight. The start of every encounter was always the hardest—having to open himself up and take it in. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead from the strain, and Tae-seong leaned down to watch him closely.
A tongue slipped into Cha Eun-soo’s slightly parted lips, brushing along the roof of his mouth. It teased the hard ridge and the softer flesh beyond with gentle movements, coaxing his body to relax. Without realizing it, Eun-soo squeezed his eyes shut, caught up in the dizzying kiss.
“Mmph!”
Only a few knuckles’ worth of cock had been left outside, but with a slick squelch, the rest slammed in to the hilt. Their groins met without the slightest gap, ass cheeks quivering from the impact, and the massive shaft’s outline bulged beneath Eun-soo’s taut abdomen. The sheer satisfaction made Shim Tae-seong freeze in place, his vision bleaching white from the intensity.
The esper inside him—the one ravenous for guiding—howled with glee, like it could split his mouth open in a grotesque grin. It wanted to devour the guide whole, down to the last strand of hair. But grappling with that hunger was another instinct, one engraved into his brain—a primal drive to protect.
“…!”
A sliver of reason returned as the fog in his head began to clear.
The realization that he’d finally lost control and ended up violating Cha Eun-soo hit him like a sledgehammer. His heart dropped.
He cursed himself.
He hurled venomous words inward, drowning in self-loathing.
Cha Eun-soo’s gaze, by contrast, was hazy and glazed over, like he was on the verge of losing consciousness. Tear streaks glistened down cheeks damp with sweat, and his pale upper body was drenched in semen. There wasn’t a single dry patch left on him. Seeing that, guilt surged within Shim Tae-seong—and yet… goddamn it, his body was burning with lust all over again.
“…Young Master.”
Shim Tae-seong inwardly lashed out at his own body, which refused to part from Cha Eun-soo. He forced himself upright in a rush, preparing to gently withdraw his cock from the intoxicating warmth that made him want to thrust right back in.
But a pale, slender arm wrapped around his neck. Cha Eun-soo, face buried against Tae-seong’s firm chest, shook his head.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“……”
“This is real. I mean it.”
If we’ve started this, then treat me kindly until the very end—he seemed to say, holding Shim Tae-seong tight.
Tae-seong felt both his breath and thoughts grind to a halt.
He couldn’t understand what was going through Cha Eun-soo’s mind as he accepted him like this. It wasn’t pity—Cha Eun-soo didn’t even seem to have the space to care for himself right now.
Given how out of it he seemed, this was probably the most honest he could be… But still—why?
Cha Eun-soo looked up. Those hazel eyes, luminous or dulled, always seemed to draw people in no matter their state.
As Tae-seong met that gaze head-on, a wave of realization—and with it, pain and fury—rippled across his face.
Maybe it was because of the process through which that light had been stolen. Those so-called allies, caught up in their own agendas, had committed things so brutal that even he wouldn’t have dared. And so perhaps—just perhaps—Cha Eun-soo wanted to overwrite those memories of unwanted violence with something else. Something softer.
…Not that Shim Tae-seong was any less of a scoundrel, crushing someone’s freedom the way he was.
“If you tell me to stop, I will.”
He gently cupped the cheeks of the one who’d granted him mercy like some kind of savior offering a sinner a second chance. Then he kissed him—forehead, lashes, lips—in that order. So delicately that the touch felt like a passing breeze.
“Ah…!”
The cock that had been pulsing deep inside Cha Eun-soo with barely restrained tension began to slowly withdraw. It slid out until only the tip remained nestled within—and then, with a slick pop, buried itself all the way back in again. The thrust wasn’t harsh, but the soft, round cheeks of his ass were already giving way, misshaping to take in the girth pressing into his groin.
“Haaah…”
Shim Tae-seong’s breath came out hot, steeped in arousal. His deep brown eyes, now sharp with both desire and emotion, locked onto Cha Eun-soo’s face from close range. As his hips resumed their rhythm, the tips of their noses brushed with every slow grind. Cha Eun-soo’s moans, sweet and vivid, spilled out clearer than ever.
“Ahhng, ah—mmmh!”
“Ghh—hnn.”
The bed rocked beneath them in slow, gentle waves. Cha Eun-soo, eyes half-lidded, looked up at Tae-seong as he panted. It wasn’t a violent pounding… more like a series of firm, deliberate knocks from within his belly—like someone asking for permission.
The thrusts were slow and deliberate, driving in with weight and intention. Even when withdrawing, Shim Tae-seong dragged his cock out carefully, as if savoring every inch, letting it graze along the clinging walls on the way down. Cha Eun-soo could feel his insides tightening, as if trying to follow the shaft out.
Shim Tae-seong licked along the corner of his own lips with a slow, suggestive swipe. The meaning behind it was blatant, and when Eun-soo instinctively parted his lips, a thick tongue slipped inside—twisting around his own with surprising gentleness, like refined courtesy wrapped in heat.
The pleasure wasn’t so mild as to be dull, but it wasn’t overwhelming either. It balanced perfectly—never rough, yet deeply satisfying. Considering Shim Tae-seong’s usual sexual intensity, it was clear how much restraint he was exercising now.
And sometimes… something like this wasn’t so bad either, Cha Eun-soo thought, his mind floating in a haze.
