The urge to come was the same for anyone on the verge of climax, but that didn’t make it any easier. It was already humiliating enough to ejaculate by someone else’s hand—let alone inside someone’s mouth. No matter how desperate he was, finishing like that didn’t come naturally.
Even so, Seo Won kept moving his mouth faster and faster. As if daring him to try and hold it in, he shoved his face down, again and again, recklessly and provocatively.
Han-gyeom was no longer pushing Seo Won’s head away—he clung to it, gripping tight and trembling uncontrollably. Even then, he forced himself to lift his head slightly, glancing down through his blurred vision.
Between his trembling fingers pressing into Seo Won’s head, he could feel that gaze—like Seo Won was looking straight up at him. He couldn’t be sure if Seo Won really was, but just imagining it sent an eerie shiver through him.
Maybe that’s why the pleasure he was barely suppressing suddenly surged past the point of no return.
“Ah, aahh—!”
With a high-pitched moan, his hips jerked upward. His cock, buried deep in Seo Won’s throat, seemed to moan in tandem as his mouth opened wide, unleashing a thick, sticky load with nothing held back.
The viscous fluid trailed slowly down Seo Won’s throat. As Han-gyeom’s stiff cock pulsed with each release, Seo Won’s throat flexed—gulp, gulp—swallowing hard twice to take it all in.
Even after that, it wasn’t enough. Seo Won supported Han-gyeom’s hips and pressed his cock even deeper into his mouth, all the way to the base. The lingering remnants that hadn’t been released before now slipped down his throat, teasing it like a tickling trickle.
As if he were savoring sweet honey, Seo Won sucked Han-gyeom’s cock clean to the end before finally letting him go. From the relentless suction, the once-pale member had flushed a deep red.
It was so enticing, he felt the urge to take it into his mouth again.
Seo Won gently caressed Han-gyeom’s loosened hole with his fingertips. Though exhausted and collapsed, Han-gyeom reflexively twitched and spread his legs.
When it came to sex guiding, that was basically a signal.
Stroking the hole meant he’d open his legs and relax—ready to accept him.
Han-gyeom parted his legs without hesitation, just like he would during guiding sex.
The saliva from the blowjob had now reached Han-gyeom’s entrance, pooling there. Seo Won pressed his fingers in, blending that moisture as he slowly pushed inside.
“Hnngh…”
The finger didn’t hesitate—it plunged in deep with practiced ease. Seo Won, who knew better than anyone exactly where Han-gyeom’s sweet spot was, targeted his prostate without mercy.
“Hhk! Wait, not…yet, uunngh…”
He had just come moments ago. Though his body responded by habit—spreading his legs and opening up—his mind was still caught in the lingering haze of orgasm.
Han-gyeom clutched Seo Won’s forearms as if begging him to pause. His fingers trembled, nails digging in slightly.
Seo Won took in everything about Han-gyeom in that moment.
Not lost in a guiding trance, but fully sober—eyes clouded purely with lust. And in that clearheaded desire, Seo Won gazed down at Han-gyeom.
‘What is it that’s driving me this insane?’
As he gently stroked Han-gyeom’s insides, Seo Won pressed down firmly. The way Han-gyeom tilted his chin up, eyes lowered and lips slightly parted—it was unbearably beautiful.
He wanted to kiss every trembling part of him, to bite down and leave his mark.
This tight little hole, struggling even with just one or two fingers, twitching and clenching—he wanted to mess it up completely.
He wanted to see him crying, sobbing, clinging desperately, drunk on pleasure until he started moving his hips on his own.
Just imagining it made Seo Won feel like he was about to explode. Was this even normal?
‘Of course it’s not.’
A smile curled at the edge of Seo Won’s lips.
‘So what if it’s not?’
His blue eyes burned with an uncontrollable heat.
My guide, my Imprinter. The one and only person who exists to keep me alive.
Even if the entire world wished for his death, Cha Han-gyeom was different.
Who, in their right mind, would dare to covet someone like that?
‘Cha Han-gyeom is mine.’
As Seo Won stirred his fingers deep inside Han-gyeom’s trembling entrance, he suddenly pulled them out.
‘Yes, mine.’
His urgent arousal sprang free, the swollen tip immediately seeking out Han-gyeom’s entrance with no room to spare.
“Aagh!”
Han-gyeom screamed from the dull pain that pierced him as Seo Won’s cock forced its way inside. It was always hard to take that thick thing at first—nothing new there—so he spread his legs wider and inhaled deeply.
“Cha Han-gyeom. Shit, Cha Han-gyeom…”
Seo Won groaned his name as he urgently shoved himself in.
“Ah, nghh, ugh…”
The pressure made it hard for Han-gyeom to even breathe, let alone speak. Veins bulging, Seo Won’s cock forced its way in, pushing apart the tender inner walls like it was grinding through them.
For some reason, he seemed even more impatient than usual, more desperate than when they were doing guiding together.
Han-gyeom’s spread legs trembled violently, but he tried with all his might to relax down there—to take Seo Won in. He swallowed his moans, tried to steady his breathing, and synced his inhales and exhales with Seo Won’s rhythm.
Seo Won took in every detail of that sight.
Han-gyeom was taking all of him without a word of complaint, despite how overwhelming it was. This wasn’t for guiding—there was no contract behind it, no obligation. And yet, Han-gyeom seemed willing to accept anything from him.
Through tear-filled eyes, Han-gyeom looked up at Seo Won, who hovered over him. It was hard, yes—but after doing it so many times with Seo Won, he’d been conditioned. He could somehow take it, even when Seo Won reached all the way inside.
“It’s… all the way in, right?”
Han-gyeom barely managed to part his lips and ask.
Seo Won looked down at him—panting, filled with his cock—and felt his heart pound violently. At some point, a vivid red mark had bloomed on the left side of Seo Won’s chest, blazing like fire.
A low, pulsing resonance vibrated through him, making his chest tremble. He knew exactly where it originated from—Cha Han-gyeom. And knowing that, his gaze burned, glowing red as he stared down at him.
Seo Won placed his hand gently on Han-gyeom’s rounded belly. As he stroked it without pressure, the tremble in his skin passed through to where Seo Won was buried inside, making him feel every shiver with piercing clarity.
Is this what it means to feel like one?
Being connected like this, he could feel everything—Han-gyeom’s breaths, his trembling, his soft moans, even the struggle of his body to take it all. The heat pouring out from within, hot enough to melt his cock down to its core.
We’re this deeply connected—how could he not be mine?
He had no intention of pretending he didn’t feel the creeping possessiveness, the hunger to own. If anything, he welcomed it.
“I won’t give you to anyone.”
Seo Won muttered low, leaning his body forward. Even that slight movement caused his cock to grind against Han-gyeom’s inner walls, drawing out a fragile moan from him.
Seo Won lowered his body until he was nearly flush with Han-gyeom’s, cradling his head with one hand. As if branding every inch of his face with ownership, he pressed kisses across it, slowly licking the tears from his cheeks with utmost care.
“You’re mine, Cha Han-gyeom.”
Even without the guiding, without that life-saving lifeline of energy between them, his chest roared with an overwhelming rush of emotion. Just having Cha Han-gyeom in his arms filled him with a staggering sense of satisfaction and ecstasy. Every time he remembered that someone else wanted him, the desire to lock him away forever—to bind him so he could never leave—surged stronger.
“Mine.”
He whispered it again, like a chant, a spell meant to brainwash him. He wanted Han-gyeom’s entire mind consumed by him.
Seo Won’s cock, still buried deep inside, began to move slowly. With each heavy withdrawal, Han-gyeom could feel his inner walls clinging, as if they didn’t want to let go. His body twisted involuntarily, chest rising with each breath, and his stiffened nipples grazed Seo Won’s chest.
Then, with a sudden thrust, Seo Won drove back in to the very depths. The inner walls that had been curling inward around the emptiness were now forced wide open, trembling as they made way for him.
“Haa!”
The impact deep inside and the electric jolt to his prostate made Han-gyeom cry out with parted lips. As he inhaled sharply, Seo Won pulled out long and slow—then slammed back in, again and again, drawing out sinfully erotic moans without fail.
His pace quickened, thrusting deeper and harder. Every time Han-gyeom’s body jolted and whimpered, Seo Won kissed and licked his face in rhythm, never once stopping the tender worship.
Seo Won’s cock was overwhelming—so big and long it was hard to take. But with every push, the head grazed his prostate perfectly, sliding against it as it went in. It hurt at first, but then the pleasure struck so hard it made him dizzy. Before he knew it, Han-gyeom’s cock, pressed between their stomachs, had hardened all over again.
“Ugh, nn! Haa… Seo…Won…! Ah!”
Seo Won stared at the moaning Han-gyeom with a dazed, ecstatic gaze, then bared his teeth against Han-gyeom’s neck. He bit down hard enough to leave a clear mark, and whispered into his ear as Han-gyeom whimpered from the sting.
“Whose are you?”
He wanted to hear it from his lips—wanted to confirm it directly.
He needed to hear that Cha Han-gyeom opened himself up—his body, his very being—for him and only him.
Han-gyeom’s tear-soaked eyes locked with Seo Won’s.
Not under the influence of guiding. Not as a Guide. But as a person—just one human being to another—his eyes were pitch black, like an endless abyss, as if to prove it.
“Seo Won…”
Han-gyeom’s red lips moved, parting like a seduction.
“I’m yours…”
Seo Won didn’t yet see the deep darkness lurking behind that voice. He simply sank—irrevocably—into the overwhelming rapture of those words.
