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Siwoo sat close to Seojun on the sofa, with one leg up. He turned his body completely to face him and firmly grasped both of his hands.
He sent out a weak guiding energy through their connected palms while simultaneously reading Seojun’s wavelength. Seojun’s wavelength, saturated with guiding medication, was unnaturally stable. While he might have moved away from the danger of going berserk, he seemed quite stifled.
Machines and drugs have many limitations too, huh. Recognizing this fact anew, Siwoo sent out a bit more energy. Seeing Seojun’s wavelength respond eagerly to the guiding, as if it had been waiting, made Siwoo even more motivated.
There, there, I’ll calm you down. Siwoo put on a solemn expression, even exhaling through his nose.
“…How far are you planning to go?”
Seojun, hesitating as he watched this, lightly pressed his knees together. As a young man and Esper in his prime, his instincts stirred when his dedicated guide exuded a pleasant energy and showed enthusiasm.
“As far as I can.”
Siwoo, with a face more charismatic than ever, rolled up both his sleeves. Seojun, who had been missing Siwoo’s hands when they briefly separated, licked his lips.
The arms revealed under Siwoo’s carefully rolled-up sleeves were excessively white. He knew they were white originally, but today they looked even whiter. Would the skin that gets less sunlight be even whiter? Seojun’s gaze naturally drifted to Siwoo’s waistband.
“I’ll do it until I’m satisfied.”
At this heart-pounding declaration, Seojun just nodded silently. His honest Adam’s apple bobbed greatly. What exactly was he planning to do, and how much, to make such a declaration? Even though his body was weak.
“Come here.”
Seojun, who had been looking down at the pale arms, suddenly lifted his head. A small smile settled in his golden eyes filled with anticipation. As expected.
“Don’t be shy, man. Hurry up.”
Siwoo, with his arms wide open, beckoned with his hands. He prepared to embrace the youngest with a reliable, big-brother-like face.
Acting like he was going to do something grand. And it’s just a hug.
“What are you, an elementary schooler?”
“What?”
“I said you’re cute.”
Seojun chuckled and leaned his upper body into Siwoo’s embrace. Siwoo told him not to talk nonsense and slapped his broad back. As the largest person in the guild, he was a bit surprised by the weight leaning on him.
“Is this how I should hug you?”
Seojun, with arms much longer than Siwoo’s, wrapped them tightly around Siwoo’s thin waist. A more intense guiding flowed through their closely pressed chests. It felt better than expected, surprising even Seojun.
It was incomparable to the guiding machine and medication. It was incomparably better than even the brief radiative guiding he had received before.
Something this good. Only the hyungs were receiving this, except for me.
“Hey, loosen up. I can’t breathe.”
Siwoo, startled by the force tightly squeezing his chest, wriggled his body. Seojun immediately loosened his arms and rested his nose on Siwoo’s nape. The blue bruises covering Siwoo’s neck had faded considerably. Seeing the faint marks made him feel even better.
“I’ll kill you if you bite.”
Siwoo warned in advance, noticing Seojun unconsciously opening his mouth. Now that he thought about it, biting necks seemed to be a habit of Espers. If he allowed it every time, he wouldn’t have any neck left.
“You let the other hyungs do it.”
Siwoo snorted loudly at Seojun, who mumbled in a disappointed tone.
“I allowed it then because they weren’t in their right minds. If they had been sober, I wouldn’t have permitted it.”
He spoke as if he could have avoided it if he had wanted to. Seojun didn’t bother to argue and just regretfully rubbed his nose against the white neck.
“Stop acting like a kid.”
Siwoo gave Seojun’s back a good smack. But rather than hurting, it only made the guiding penetrate deeper.
Seojun chuckled and leaned on Siwoo’s body, making a contented breathing sound. He buried his lower face in the neck that smelled cozy and even rubbed his cheek slightly. Siwoo silently indulged the youngest’s affectionate behavior.
“Don’t mind what others say.”
Siwoo’s soft whisper continued along with the warm guiding.
“If they avoid you, ignore them, and if they curse at you, curse back. You’re good at fighting, aren’t you?”
Seojun laughed it off lightly. He didn’t have the confidence to ignore them, nor the heart to respond with curses. He couldn’t cause more harm to the guild.
“I should be even nicer. To fix my shattered image, I need to put in a lot of effort from now on.”
Siwoo pouted and made a sulky face. So what if his image got worse? Was there really a need to look good to others? After all, there’s no guild stronger than Baekya.
“It’s a guild the hyungs built with their lives. It shouldn’t be shaken because of just me.”
Seojun was recruited into the Baekya Guild after it had already established its achievements. When he joined the guild, people were already revering Baekya. He had merely added his spoon to the table set by his hyungs.
Knowing this better than anyone, he acted to minimize any harm to the guild. He lived every moment conscious of his gait and expression, trying to appear as the youngest befitting a perfect guild. In case his true form was ever revealed, he tried to make a good impression on everyone, hoping that at least one person would take his side.
But now, it all seemed like useless effort. Or should he say, meaningless struggle.
“It’s not a guild that would be shaken because of just you.”
Suddenly, Siwoo pulled on Seojun’s nape. Seojun, his head forcibly lifted, met Siwoo’s eyes with a dazed expression.
“Do you think Baekya, which protected an entire country, would collapse because of one guild member?”
Siwoo glared at Seojun with fierce eyes. If a negative answer came back, he was ready to bite Seojun’s neck himself this time.
But Seojun just stared blankly, making no sound. His raised corners of the mouth responded instead.
“Guide.”
Seojun, who had been silent for quite a while, finally spoke. He made a low sound while firmly supporting Siwoo’s waist, which was so thin it made him sigh. His voice couldn’t come out loudly because his insides were tickling too much.
“I have to go soon. Not much time left.”
Siwoo, who had opened his mouth with an “Ah,” immediately checked the living room clock. He had forgotten that Seojun, being a beastkin Esper, had a time limit.
“How much time do you have left? Do you have to go right away?”
Seojun just nodded, evading the answer. He only said that there wasn’t much time left. So…
“Can I kiss you?”
When Seojun carefully asked while watching Siwoo’s expression, Siwoo’s blue eyes rolled to the side. Perhaps the kiss was a bit hasty. Seojun, with his stable wavelength, didn’t need to receive mucosal guiding. That’s why he had asked, expecting a refusal. Because he wanted to do it that much.
After a brief silence of a few seconds, Siwoo’s response made Seojun’s eyes widen slightly.
Siwoo, with his eyes tightly closed, approached with his chin raised. His lips parted loosely, allowing the kiss. It seemed like red flesh would pop out if pressed.
Seojun swallowed his breath, tilted his head gently, and took Siwoo’s lower lip into his mouth. There was a sweet taste on the lips that briefly separated with a soft sound. It was a taste that cleared the mind.
“Guide.”
Seojun called Siwoo with their lips deeply pressed together. A muffled “Mm” resonated from Siwoo’s throat, who had his eyes tightly shut. It sounded almost like a moan.
“Have you kissed a lot?”
At the sudden question, Siwoo’s pale face instantly turned red. Why ask such a thing? Could it be that his awkwardness in kissing was noticeable?
“Ah, why do you need to know?”
He gripped Seojun’s shoulders tightly and made a gruff face. If it were someone else, it might have been different. But being asked such a question by the youngest, who was three years younger than him, really hurt his pride.
“I haven’t done it much.”
Seojun, who had also raised one leg onto the sofa like Siwoo, lowered his head slightly.
“Please understand if I’m not as good as the hyungs.”
Siwoo’s sour mood instantly dissipated at Seojun’s shy smile and clear expression. So that’s why he asked. As soon as the misunderstanding cleared, his shoulders tensed.
“Who says you’re not good? You just do it.”
Siwoo, who had raised his knee, suddenly adjusted his posture. As if his enthusiasm had overflowed again, he sat in a very bold position.
“Increasing contact makes it better.”
Siwoo shared this commonly known fact as he sat straddling Seojun’s thighs. Seojun felt his breath catch at the unexpected close position.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. Like this.”
He hugged Seojun tightly, pressing their lower abdomens together. In Siwoo’s eyes, Seojun now looked like an innocent youngest who knew nothing. He felt a sense of duty to lead as the dedicated guide and hyung.
“Close your eyes.”
At least he could teach a little about kissing. The kiss with the leader had left such a strong impression that he thought he could just imitate it.
“The tongue… you just move it a lot. It’s not difficult at all.”
Putting aside his own vague explanation that sounded ambiguous even to himself, he first dove in with his lips. He thought the memory would come back as he did it.
Siwoo, who had been timidly moving the tip of his soft tongue, suddenly jerked his waist. He was startled when Seojun’s tongue, which had followed like a magnet, instantly enveloped his.
“What’s wrong? Isn’t this how you do it?”
Seojun tilted his head, looking at Siwoo who had separated his lips in surprise. His face looked genuinely puzzled, so Siwoo couldn’t bring himself to question it. He wanted to ask if Seojun really didn’t know how to kiss, but he held back for now.
“Ah, no. That’s right.”
Siwoo, clashing lips again, awkwardly stuck out just the tip of his tongue once more. Then, as if the first time had been a mistake, Seojun moved his tongue clumsily. It was clear that he too had no experience with kissing.
Inwardly relieved, Siwoo put a bit more force into his tongue. He rolled his tongue in circles as if exploring Seojun’s mouth and tilted his head this way and that. He tried to imitate the mucosal guiding he remembered doing with the others. As he did so, he became quite focused.
Their breathing accumulated amidst the silence that had spread in the living room. The deepening guiding stimulated their bodies every time their mucous membranes rubbed against each other. Siwoo unconsciously embraced Seojun’s shoulders and spread his hot breath.
Seojun watched Siwoo, who was absorbed in the kiss, with his eyes half-open. The intense guiding permeating his entire body made him feel healed to his very core.
What had all the guiding he had received until now been? It was a guiding that even made him wonder this.
It was so amazing that his heart raced. If it was like this just from kissing. If he entered this small body, what kind of feeling would it be?
With this lewd imagination, Seojun’s hands wrapped around Siwoo’s thin waist slid down as if slipping.
