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“Guide, you’re still not feeling well, right?”
Seojun whispered as he approached Siwoo, who was struggling to untangle his tongue. Siwoo, engrossed in guiding, thrust his chin out in search of the distant tongue, oblivious to Seojun’s hand slipping below his tailbone, only seeking lips.
Seojun gazed intently at Siwoo’s dazed face and asked again. He had heard from the secretary that Siwoo’s health had deteriorated significantly. They said he needed to rest for a while due to the excessive guiding.
It was understandable. After all, he had guided with a leader who was a mental esper, so it was natural for him to weaken. Even with a high matching rate, it seemed the strain on his body was unavoidable. It must have been even more taxing since it was his first time having sex.
“No, I’m fine.”
Siwoo, frowning, pouted his wet lips as if to say to just shut up and kiss him. The way he was absorbed in guiding was worryingly seductive. It was hard to believe that he hadn’t done any contact guiding until now.
How could such a guide have been left alone by those around him? His eyes were beyond just being glazed over; they were blind.
“If you really went all the way with the leader, there’s no way you’d be fine.”
Seojun slipped his hand under Siwoo’s thigh and lightly lifted his slender body. He leaned back against the sofa, spreading Siwoo’s legs to sit him on top of himself.
In the meantime, Siwoo merely blinked. As their lower bodies pressed together more closely in the new position, his breath quickened strangely. It was uncomfortable, but it felt like the guiding was being absorbed better, so he stayed still.
“Did you really go all the way?”
Seojun asked a question with an obvious answer, wiping the saliva from the corner of Siwoo’s mouth with his thumb. His other hand, which had crept down, circled around Siwoo’s pert backside.
He wanted to ask outright if he really put it in there. But if he did, Siwoo would surely run away.
“Why are you asking that…”
“Because I’m curious.”
Seojun held Siwoo’s slim waist, blocking his escape route. At the same time, he looked up at Siwoo, who was leaning back against the sofa, with an innocent expression that seemed to say, ‘I don’t know anything because I’m young. So please teach me everything.’
“You haven’t done it, have you?”
Siwoo furrowed his heavy eyelids and scanned Seojun’s face. How old was this kid again? Suddenly, he was confused about the youngest’s age. He couldn’t be at an age where he didn’t know how to have sex.
“Between guys, I mean.”
Siwoo let out a small sigh as the question was resolved. That meant he had done it with a girl. I haven’t even hugged anyone at this age. The thought that someone younger than him had more sexual experience made him feel inexplicably upset.
He could have just brushed it off. But with his heart heated from guiding, unnecessary stubbornness added to it.
“Between guys, it’s done here.”
Suddenly, Siwoo grabbed Seojun’s wrist and made him touch between his buttocks. Seojun widened his eyes in feigned surprise, as if he had just learned something new.
“Really, it’s done here?”
Seojun’s long finger lightly caressed the crack of Siwoo’s backside. Right below where he pressed was the entrance. Siwoo nodded vigorously, trying to hide his embarrassment.
“Isn’t it too tight?”
“That’s why you have to loosen up.”
“With your hand?”
“Uh… with my hand.”
Siwoo trailed off, gripping Seojun’s wrist tightly. His hand, moving without hesitation, delved between Siwoo’s cheeks. Before he could even stop it, the fingertips pressed down firmly over his underwear.
“Interesting. It’s so tight here.”
“Hey, hey… stop.”
Seojun, staring intently at Siwoo’s flushed face, moved his hand more mischievously. Siwoo, who had been scratching at Seojun’s solid shoulder, soon leaned against the sofa. A moan escaped him, and a hot heat pooled in his lower abdomen. A curse slipped out before a sigh.
“If you touch here, it gets hard.”
Seojun, without blinking, gazed at the bulge in Siwoo’s pants. Siwoo tried to thrust his hips and close his legs, but it was difficult since their bodies were pressed tightly together.
The erection below brushed against Seojun’s firm abdominal muscles. The more Siwoo tried to change his position, the more it became a situation where only their lower bodies were rubbing against each other.
“Don’t look!”
Siwoo, whose face was as red as his neck, shouted. He wanted to close his legs, but Seojun wouldn’t let him go. As a result, he ended up sitting on Seojun, shaking his waist.
Siwoo’s head went blank with embarrassment, and his eyes became teary. Then, feeling the heavy flesh pressing between his buttocks, he glanced down.
“Can I look?”
Seojun smiled at Siwoo, who was checking below with only his eyes. He too had given in. It was only natural for anyone, not just a eunuch, to react in such a situation.
“The guide keeps pressing, so it got hard.”
Seojun frowned slightly, smiling. His embarrassed expression was quite convincing. It was a face that could easily be mistaken for genuine embarrassment. Siwoo fell for it.
“W-what of it! You touched me first.”
So it was because of me. He muttered softly, with a reflective expression, gripping Siwoo’s thigh. Then he gestured for Siwoo to lift his butt.
Siwoo, his head filled with heat, had no time to think. Once his body was absorbed in guiding, deep thoughts were pushed aside. He parted his moist lips and followed Seojun’s instructions.
As a result, it became a strange position. With his knees wide apart and his butt raised, Siwoo glared at Seojun, who was looking at his chest in confusion.
What kind of position is this? Only Seojun, who was comfortably sitting back against the sofa, seemed to be in a relaxed posture.
“Hey, hey…!”
Siwoo’s body was suddenly lifted as he swallowed his saliva with a dazed face. It was because Seojun, who was below him, grabbed his thigh with one hand and lifted him up. Siwoo’s light body swayed easily with just a little force.
“Hold onto the sofa.”
Seojun wrapped his other hand around Siwoo’s wrist, guiding him to grip the sofa properly. Then he grabbed the waistband of Siwoo’s pants and pulled them down.
“You crazy bastard!”
He was wearing elastic pants, so there was no time to stop it. Siwoo, who had lifted his head between the arms gripping the sofa, met Seojun’s gaze and squirmed.
“Don’t you like it?”
Seojun touched the bulge in Siwoo’s underwear. Even though it was just the two of them in the spacious accommodation, he lowered his voice and whispered.
“If the guide doesn’t like it, I won’t do it.”
His long fingertips brushed against the pillar that was tightly pressed inside the underwear. He observed Siwoo’s expression, moving his hand more boldly.
“Ah…”
Siwoo’s breath, which had been heavy, became ragged. While his mind pushed Seojun away, his limp limbs wouldn’t listen. His mouth, which only let out hot breaths, was the same.
Seojun, gazing intently at Siwoo, who had turned his eyes away, pulled down his underwear. Not with his hand, but with his mouth. At the same time, Siwoo’s half-erect dick popped out. Siwoo’s neck turned so red it looked like it might burst.
“Ugh, ah…”
Seojun, supporting Siwoo’s butt, licked the thickened pillar with his lips. He kept his gaze fixed on Siwoo, who was letting out lewd moans, as he swallowed.
What was he trying to do? Siwoo, receiving oral sex for the first time in his life, lost his senses. It was a different kind of stimulation than when he was being penetrated.
“Ah, ugh…! Hah!”
Only pleasure surged without any pain. Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation, he could only let out lewd sounds and buried his head. Then he met Seojun’s gaze again, who had been looking at him.
He was blinking slowly with Siwoo’s dick in his mouth. Every time he moved his tongue, his cheeks hollowed out, and his throat bulged. He looked like he was sucking on an ice cream cone. This time, the embarrassment was solely Siwoo’s. The excitement was shared between them.
Siwoo’s hand, which had been gasping for breath, slipped off the sofa. As his upper body leaned forward, he ended up smothering Seojun’s face. This caused even greater stimulation to the dick that had gone deep into Seojun’s mouth.
Siwoo, who had grabbed Seojun’s head instead of the sofa, trembled his waist. With his tightly shut eyes squinting, he inhaled and let out a dull sound, opening his eyes.
He came. Inside Seojun’s mouth.
“W-wait a second…!”
Siwoo panicked and pushed Seojun’s face away. But Seojun held onto Siwoo’s butt and wouldn’t let go. He continued to look at Siwoo, sucking up the fluid that had come from his body. He even licked the hole with his tongue, leaving not a single drop behind.
“Y-you crazy bastard. Why are you eating that!”
Siwoo, horrified and unable to enjoy the sensation, pulled Seojun’s cheek. Seojun finally released him after giving one last long suck on the tip.
“Spit it out! Quickly!”
Siwoo tried to stick his fingers into Seojun’s mouth to scrape out whatever was left. But all that came out was clear saliva.
“Lie down. Don’t exert yourself.”
Seojun’s arm naturally wrapped around Siwoo’s waist. He pulled Siwoo close and lay down side by side on the sofa. Siwoo, who had lost even more energy after coming, didn’t even attempt to push him away.
“Is he really crazy? Why did he swallow that?”
Siwoo, sprawled on the sofa, continued to grumble. He felt like he wouldn’t be able to stand it if he didn’t at least say something to vent his embarrassment. After all, what he had come in his mouth was his own doing.
“Guide.”
Seojun, who had embraced Siwoo like a pillow, stretched out his arm to support Siwoo’s white head. As he provided a pillow, Siwoo, feeling more comfortable, quietly pouted his lips. Then he suddenly raised his eyes at Seojun’s unexpected question.
“If I’m not in my right mind, will you let me do it?”
“…What?”
Seojun answered with his eyes. His golden irises pointed to Siwoo’s slender neck.
Was he asking if he could leave marks? Siwoo chuckled in disbelief.
“Bite me at your age. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to leave a mark?”
Siwoo made a dissatisfied face, saying it would hurt. Surprisingly, Seojun easily backed down.
“True. That makes sense.”
He gently stroked Siwoo’s neck with his fingertips. It was a very cautious touch, despite wanting to leave a mark.
Siwoo scratched his chest with the soft sensation seeping into his neck and Seojun’s gaze. Then he suddenly sat up straight.
“Okay, the guiding is over, so hurry up and go.”
He fanned himself with his hand to cool down the heat rising in his body and tried to get off the sofa. Before he could, Seojun grabbed his arm. Calling him ‘guide’ again.
“If it gets dangerous, make sure to run away.”
Seojun continued speaking while lying on the sofa. His eyes, looking up at Siwoo, seemed to be on the verge of closing.
“Don’t think about saving us; just take care of yourself, guide.”
Siwoo silently stared at Seojun, then snorted and turned his head. It meant he would do as he pleased.
“Hurry up and go.”
It also meant that he would save all of them.
