At the sentence that slipped out almost like he was talking to himself, Tae-hoon’s head jerked up. And the expression that came into view on Gwan-young’s face was honestly hard to describe with words.
“Manners? What manners?”
“Sex manners.”
“…….Ah, seriously!”
“Whatever else, this is something I should do for you.”
As one of the man’s fingers smoothly slipped into the awkwardly opened entrance behind him, Tae-hoon’s mouth, which had been about to say something, shut tight again.
Either way, this was also sex for Choi Tae-hoon for the first time in a very long while. The sensation of another person’s hand touching the most sensitive part of him couldn’t even be compared to opening himself up on his own, and his waist naturally trembled while his toes curled tight. Tae-hoon clutched the soft blanket in his hands and let out a sigh.
Long fingers skillfully began loosening his tight entrance. Somehow, it felt like they’d returned to the day they first tangled their bodies together.
Of course, there were differences from then too. Rather than awkwardly resisting the fingers teasing him open, he instead swallowed them greedily as if disappointed whenever they tried to slip out, tightening around them eagerly. To anyone watching, it looked unmistakably like anticipation from someone who already knew the sensation of taking a man inside him.
As Ji Gwan-young’s hand lightly rubbed against the inner wall of his entrance on the way out, Tae-hoon trembled faintly and let out a small, dissatisfied complaint.
“……Ah, please, don’t do that.”
“Where’d all that confidence about doing it alone go?”
“……”
It was a somewhat teasing remark.
But Tae-hoon knew very well that the man before him was treating him with extreme care right now. Even the gentle hands constantly stroking his shoulders and waist whenever the slightest tension entered his body made that obvious.
The soft lips occasionally falling against his chest, the ticklish way his tongue slowly rolled over the tips of his nipples—those actions were more than enough to naturally ease the tension from his body. Only after his Pair’s body had begun swallowing three or four fingers without much difficulty did Gwan-young finally grab a soft pillow to support the trembling body beneath him.
Tae-hoon was embarrassed about spreading his legs and receiving him face-up. Knowing that well, Gwan-young tried, as usual, to turn his body around. But a hand lightly caught his arm before he could.
Because of that, Ji Gwan-young looked slightly surprised.
“……You don’t like it?”
“There’s no way.”
Watching the long, well-defined back muscles branded with his own name tremble with sweat while taking him from behind, and watching that flushed face directly in front of him, trying desperately to suppress its sounds only to eventually fall apart into dazed cries whenever he thrust deep upward—Ji Gwan-young welcomed both.
As he slid the pillow beneath Tae-hoon’s waist and lightly kissed him, Tae-hoon froze for a few seconds before awkwardly mixing their tongues together. A picky man who found kissing more awkward than penetration—whether that was good or bad, Gwan-young honestly couldn’t tell.
The moment their lips parted, Ji Gwan-young let out a small laugh.
At that smile, completely stripped of caution, Tae-hoon stared up at him blankly with a flushed face. Gwan-young asked,
“What?”
“It’s kind of obvious to say this again, but…”
“……”
“You really are ridiculously handsome.”
At the hardened cock pressing between his blatantly spread legs, Tae-hoon unconsciously tilted his head back slightly. Soft lips touched the faintly sweat-covered Adam’s apple at his throat, and a hot breath escaped from the tightly sealed lips he’d been holding shut.
“I’ve heard that thousands of times.”
“…..Ah, you’re so annoying.”
“Still, it’s nice hearing it.”
It was an irritating answer as usual, but Tae-hoon had no chance to argue further. He was already struggling just to suppress the moan that nearly burst out at the heavy sensation slowly pushing inside him.
Meanwhile, Ji Gwan-young wasn’t exactly in a relaxed state either.
Truthfully, his vision was flashing white just as much as Tae-hoon’s right now—no, even more than Tae-hoon’s. The sensation was far too vicious to be described with a word like pleasure. It was enough to make him think that if a Guide’s role was supposed to stabilize an Esper, then this absolutely shouldn’t be happening.
This wasn’t control. If anything, it drove him insane.
Gwan-young pressed those long, slender legs down to their limit and slammed himself all the way to the root into him.
“Ah—ah, wait, wai—…….Hngh, ah!”
Up until now, Ji Gwan-young had always been the type to lead in bed with enough composure that casually bringing up “sex manners” didn’t feel awkward. Even when he seemed somewhat rough, he never lost control of the situation, and though he could be relentless, he was never trying to torment Tae-hoon.
But right now, he was completely different.
Tae-hoon sincerely regretted starting this while facing his Esper directly. Everything was too much. His legs had been pushed open so far he could barely breathe, yet the maddening sensation rising from deep inside his body and blanking out his mind left him no room to even suffer from it properly.
“Ha, ahh, ngh……..hnn……..!”
Tae-hoon hurriedly tried covering his mouth with his hand, afraid some absurd sound was about to spill out of him. But Gwan-young had no intention of allowing that.
Roughly grabbing both of the Guide’s hands, the man crashed their lips together frantically and tangled their tongues, desperation visible in his actions. The harsh kiss stung faintly with the taste of blood inside his mouth, but even that only seemed to fuel the heat further, like some kind of trigger.
With half-lidded eyes, Tae-hoon reached up with trembling hands and wrapped them around the man’s neck.
He’d never imagined it could feel this arousing to see a man who wouldn’t break a sweat no matter what training he endured completely lose his reason and cling to him like this. The damp warmth lightly gathering on the broad back and shoulders beneath his hands sent chills through him in the best way.
It wasn’t only Espers who felt possessive over what belonged to them.
Tae-hoon’s lips fell somewhat urgently against Gwan-young’s ear and neck. Sometimes he bit lightly with the edge of his teeth against that powerful body; other times he sucked faint marks into the skin as though trying to leave evidence behind.
“……Damn it…….”
Right now, Tae-hoon probably wasn’t even aware of what he was doing himself. Ji Gwan-young knew that rationally.
Just as he’d endured for the past month, he was also painfully aware that he shouldn’t lose control any further than this.
But at this moment, realizing so intensely that his insides ached just how good it felt for his own Guide to reach for him first, the resolve he’d engraved into himself like an obsession over recent weeks was crumbling endlessly.
“……Gwan-young-ssi.”
There was no way he could resist when his name was being called in such a low, breath-filled voice, sounding like it might break apart at any moment as though pleading.
He’s completely wrapped around his finger.
Ji Gwan-young tilted his body slightly and pushed himself deep into Choi Tae-hoon again, lowering his head so the Guide could hold onto him more easily.
***
Even if Choi Tae-hoon wasn’t exactly a morning person, he was someone who faithfully maintained habits once he learned them. Waking up before seven like this was a leftover trace of a past routine that still remained despite the environment around him having changed long ago.
Still wrapped in the blanket, blinking blankly for a while, Tae-hoon eventually stared up at the stark white ceiling entering his vision. His whole body felt limp and heavy, like cotton soaked in water, endlessly languid.
But it didn’t feel bad.
If anything, the sensation of the blanket brushing against his bare skin felt good enough to send faint shivers through him.
Tae-hoon hugged the soft blanket tightly and let out a satisfied breath before finally, still half-asleep, awkwardly questioning the strange familiarity of this comfort.
……It feels good, but why does it feel good?
Tae-hoon always slept properly dressed in pajamas. There had never been a time in his life when he’d lain naked in bed like this.
His eyes flew open like a doll suddenly powered on several seconds too late.
“…….G-good…… morning.”
“Yeah.”
Ji Gwan-young was sitting beside the bed with perfectly alert eyes, as though he’d been watching him for who knew how long.
It was suddenly rather embarrassing to realize he’d completely forgotten the overwhelming presence of this man and had been happily rolling around clutching the blanket by himself.
Only then did Tae-hoon hurriedly sit up with a faintly reddened face.
But at the same time, a soft little groan escaped him unconsciously.
The aftermath of last night, which had left the insides of his thighs stiff and aching, was the cause.
That was the first moment the man sitting motionless like a statue finally reacted.
No, honestly, “reacted” didn’t quite cover it.
A more accurate description would be that before Tae-hoon could even consciously register it, his body had already been yanked sharply toward Gwan-young in the instant between blinking.
Tae-hoon suddenly thought that the sight of a perfectly healthy twenty-eight-year-old man bundled up in a blanket cave and leaning meekly against another man was probably bordering on comedy.
“Ji Gwan-young-ssi.”
“……”
Ji Gwan-young didn’t answer.
He merely stared at him with one eyebrow slightly raised, almost glaring. Tae-hoon easily understood the meaning hidden behind that handsome yet somewhat frightening face and let out a small sigh.
At that, the previously unmoving man’s shoulder twitched faintly.
“Gwan-young-ssi.”
“……What?”
“I’m fine. Well, not completely fine, but.”
“What hurts? We’re going to The Center immedi—”
“……My waist aches and my thighs hurt. But if you seriously try taking me to The Center for treatment because of this, I really am going to kick you out.”
Watching Gwan-young slowly blink, Tae-hoon spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.
Ji Gwan-young, pushing rational judgment far aside and fussing anxiously over him like this—that unfamiliar, ticklish side of him existed entirely because of himself, and somehow that made Tae-hoon feel strangely shy. A pointless cough escaped from Tae-hoon’s lips as the tips of his ears flushed red.
Ji Gwan-young stared blankly at his Pair scratching at his chin with an awkward expression.
Then another unnecessary cough slipped from Tae-hoon’s reddened lips.
It was then that the tension filling Gwan-young’s shoulders like a tightly drawn bowstring slowly loosened and sank downward.
Tae-hoon had kept his promise yesterday.
The moment Gwan-young realized that, he pulled the man—who was avoiding his gaze—closer by the neck and somewhat greedily captured his slightly parted lips.
A muffled sound resembling a small complaint slipped between their tightly tangled tongues, but for once Ji Gwan-young ignored it completely.
Truthfully, he hadn’t managed to sleep even for a moment last night while watching over the sleeping Tae-hoon.
Afraid something might happen to him again because of their relationship, he’d stayed awake the entire night checking his breathing, brushing back the hair covering his smooth forehead over and over before dropping kisses there.
Right now, this felt like compensation for all of that time.
Gently brushing the soft inner flesh of Tae-hoon’s cheek with the tip of his tongue, Gwan-young spread apart the reflexively tensing legs beneath him and moved between them.
Because of that, Tae-hoon—though he tried not to show it—was actually quite startled.
It wasn’t as though sex could only happen after sunset, but he’d never imagined the man before him, who was clearly “back to normal,” would come at him first thing in the morning.
Gwan-young lightly bit his parted lips without hurting him before soothing the spot with his tongue, and the warm sensation made Tae-hoon’s shoulders jerk reflexively.
“Ji, Gwan-young-ssi!”
Tae-hoon stared at the man looking down at him with faintly heated eyes and suddenly found himself speechless.
If someone asked why he stopped the kiss, honestly, he didn’t really have a proper reason. But somehow, he felt like they needed to stop first.
If they were sleeping together for the sake of an Esper’s “Guiding,” then that was definitely the Guide’s role to fulfill. Until now, this kind of physical intimacy with Ji Gwan-young had always been a necessary act to hold him back when he was reaching his limit as an Esper, and Tae-hoon could almost instinctively sense when he was in that state.
But somehow, the kiss just now had felt different.
Bright morning sunlight streamed through the window, making Gwan-young’s dark eyes glimmer.
The fact that those eyes held only him somehow made his chest feel strangely ticklish.
Whenever Gwan-young’s breath brushed against his forehead, his fists tightened unconsciously.
Only then did Tae-hoon finally realize the reason for the strange sense of discomfort he’d been feeling.
