However, Tae-hoon couldn’t object in the slightest to the words the man before him used for him.
At the soft pressure of their overlapping lips, Tae-hoon’s shoulders trembled faintly. Careful not to startle him, Gwan-young gently cupped his face and deepened the kiss.
Of course, the deeper the contact became, the less Tae-hoon could hide the way his body stiffened and trembled uncontrollably.
Pretending not to notice, Ji Gwan-young leisurely tangled their tongues together while lowering Choi Tae-hoon onto the bed.
It was a kiss so affectionate it almost felt as though they were real lovers.
Whenever Tae-hoon stubbornly kept his lips closed, Gwan-young lightly bit his slightly plump lower lip to coax them apart.
Like that, they teased each other with the tips of their tongues, swallowing each other’s breaths over and over again.
Then soft fabric brushed against the Guide’s arm.
Tae-hoon, who had slowly begun sinking into the kiss as though clinging to it, cracked his eyes open slightly at the strange sensation—then jolted in shock and pulled away.
Because he could see the Esper’s broad shoulders and solid body, packed tightly with flawless muscle.
The sight of the Esper’s body after removing his robe felt, all over again, like a signal announcing what was about to happen.
The bones in Tae-hoon’s hand stood white as he gripped the bedsheet tightly for no reason.
If there was any way to stop his faintly trembling body, he felt like he’d do anything.
He wished he could just shut his eyes and enjoy this somehow, but hiding his fear of being taken by another man wasn’t easy.
No matter what, becoming a Guide had been his own choice.
After recording the highest matching rate in history, he knew all too well that he would have to share his body with the man before him, and he’d steeled himself for it countless times.
But apparently, that determination had only existed in theory. He hadn’t realized he would be this terrified.
Choi Tae-hoon was unbearably ashamed of himself for trembling this badly.
That was when Ji Gwan-young began removing the robe beneath Tae-hoon’s body.
As the soft robe gradually loosened and brushed against his skin, Tae-hoon raised an arm to cover his eyes.
He didn’t possess any special powers, but even so, he could vividly feel the gaze of the man looking down at him landing on the naked body revealed beneath the open robe.
Tae-hoon inhaled sharply.
His abdominal muscles hollowed inward slightly, making the shape of his ribcage more pronounced.
Ji Gwan-young took in every inch of it with his eyes and desired him sincerely.
Gwan-young’s gaze slowly drifted lower. A moderately sized cock not yet fully aroused, and long legs trembling helplessly.
Ji Gwan-young lightly stroked Tae-hoon’s thigh before gripping it and slowly spreading his legs apart.
The moment the Esper’s hand touched him, Tae-hoon’s waist twisted as he shuddered violently. The instant his own legs opened as though welcoming the man, his neck flushed bright red.
Even his breathing grew rougher. But that was nothing compared to what he felt soon afterward.
“……Hngh…!”
Sliding his own body between the spread legs, Gwan-young blatantly arranged things so their erections brushed against each other.
As a result, Tae-hoon hurriedly covered his mouth with the hand that had previously shielded his eyes, but he still couldn’t completely suppress the soft moan that escaped him.
Gwan-young’s gaze wrapped tightly around his Guide.
It was strange.
The more his body touched Tae-hoon’s, the more his mouth dried out and an unfamiliar excitement ran wild all the way to the top of his head—yet at the same time, the gears inside him that had always ground discordantly and failed to fit together properly finally began operating correctly.
The sensation of something inside him—something worn down and broken after twisting the wrong way for far too long—finally being repaired sent chills through him.
Gwan-young’s lips traveled from beside the Guide’s ear down along his jawline to the throat where he kept swallowing nervously.
When he lightly kissed the protruding Adam’s apple, Tae-hoon’s shoulders jerked sharply.
Ji Gwan-young intended, at least for today, to faithfully honor his Guide’s request—that he was afraid of being held by another man, so please go slowly and make it painless.
For some reason… he thought he would hate seeing Choi Tae-hoon look at him in fear.
This was a body unfamiliar with men. A body that had never once been taken, nor even prepared to be taken.
Gwan-young lowered his lips to Tae-hoon’s chest—not soft like a woman’s, but pleasantly firm while still smooth.
The moment he flicked his tongue lightly over one still-soft nipple, Tae-hoon’s hips jerked violently upward.
Tae-hoon reflexively swallowed the sound that burst from him, but the Esper’s hearing was more than sharp enough to catch even that muffled noise.
Gwan-young gently grazed the small nipple with his teeth, then sucked on it while making shamelessly obscene sounds loud enough to redden Tae-hoon’s ears, all while tracing the abdominal muscles that tightened inward every time he touched him.
Humiliation flooded all the way to the top of Tae-hoon’s head beneath the hands freely toying with his body. He desperately suppressed the weak urge to blurt out that he couldn’t do this anymore.
Even if he was endlessly weaker physically than the man embracing him, he still didn’t want to cling to him while sounding weak.
Ji Gwan-young thoroughly enjoyed Choi Tae-hoon’s reactions.
At the same time, it struck him anew that Tae-hoon had been learning about a Guide’s duties long before Gwan-young awakened as an Esper and his Name appeared at twenty-one.
The man was six years younger than him.
To graduate university, barely become a new employee, then immediately resign because being embraced by another man had become his job—in some ways, it felt a little unfair.
Watching Tae-hoon cover his mouth tightly while squeezing his eyes shut, Gwan-young let out a faint laugh.
At that, the Guide—who had been trembling all over yet still not pushing him away—slowly opened his eyes.
A trace of resentment lingered in them.
“Why…… are you laughing?”
Though the question was muffled behind his hand and spoken quietly enough that it should’ve been hard to hear, Ji Gwan-young somehow caught it and answered gently.
“Because I feel sorry for you.”
Choi Tae-hoon looked at him with confusion.
Even while feeling that questioning gaze following him, Gwan-young gave no answer. Instead, the hand moving along Tae-hoon’s waistline gradually grew bolder.
Tae-hoon tensed sharply at the fingers slowly traveling lower, but still asked in a trembling voice that clearly insisted on hearing an answer no matter what.
“……Sorry for what?”
An ordinary man, yet surprisingly stubborn.
Ji Gwan-young spread Tae-hoon’s bent knees apart and laughed softly again.
At his own legs being openly spread, Tae-hoon unconsciously swallowed hard.
Still not properly aroused due to lingering tension, Tae-hoon’s cock was grasped by Gwan-young with deliberately relaxed ease as he spoke lazily.
“Because it feels like I’m raping someone who doesn’t want this…… maybe?”
“……Ah, hnngh, w-wait, Ji Gwan-young-ssi!”
“That doesn’t mean I plan to stop. In the end, I’m still going to do whatever I want.”
Even after finally getting the answer he’d demanded, Choi Tae-hoon didn’t have the mental capacity to respond.
For the first time in his life, his cock was being stimulated by another person’s hand, and he collapsed helplessly beneath it.
With his nerves already stretched taut by tension, there was no way he could withstand the teasing strokes grazing over the tip of his cock.
Tae-hoon lowered the hand covering his mouth and unconsciously grabbed the arm toying with him.
But Choi Tae-hoon was simply far too weak against Ji Gwan-young.
“……Of course I can’t help feeling sorry.”
Every time stimulation hit him, his thighs tightened helplessly around Gwan-young’s body.
His toes curled inward, and red heat bloomed throughout his body.
Gwan-young carefully observed his Guide’s pulse growing faster and his body temperature rising higher and higher while steadily drawing him toward climax.
But as expected, Choi Tae-hoon became stubborn over something strange.
Even though another man’s hand had hardened him, he stubbornly resisted as though he absolutely refused to climax from it.
However, Ji Gwan-young’s persistence surpassed Choi Tae-hoon’s stubbornness.
Watching his Pair struggle and whimper while resisting, Gwan-young smiled faintly before immediately lowering his head between Tae-hoon’s legs.
There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation in the blatant act.
Warm, wet flesh suddenly enveloped his cock, soft lips sucking him in deeply—there was nowhere to run.
In the end, Tae-hoon collapsed helplessly with a sound that was almost a sob.
Spitting out the semen that filled his mouth, Ji Gwan-young murmured softly, “It’s thick.”
Even for Ji Gwan-young, sucking another man’s cock while humming around it was a first.
But it wasn’t bad at all.
In fact, the moment Tae-hoon’s voice—suppressed so desperately until now—rose into something almost obscenely high-pitched made him think it had been worth doing.
But unlike Gwan-young’s satisfaction, Tae-hoon forgot even how to breathe beneath the overwhelming humiliation crashing over him.
His cheeks, neck, chest that had been sucked and bitten for so long—even his thighs—his entire body had flushed bright red.
Watching him, Gwan-young snorted softly with amusement before squeezing a generous amount of gel onto his hand, still messy with someone else’s semen.
It was one of the objects Choi Tae-hoon had found most horrifying upon moving into the Guide quarters.
Then, without warning, a sensation suddenly pushed into an intimate place, making Tae-hoon jolt violently as a startled cry burst from him.
“Ji Gwan-young-ssi!”
“Yees?”
The response was absurdly carefree.
Half-rising in panic, Tae-hoon hurriedly grabbed Gwan-young’s shoulders.
In response, Gwan-young pretended to withdraw the fingers that hadn’t even fully reached his entrance yet, only to smear excessive amounts of gel between his smooth thighs instead.
At the sticky sensation, Tae-hoon was about to glare resentfully at him—then suddenly his eyes landed on the thick cock standing menacingly between them.
Instantly, all complaints vanished.
……That’s going inside me? Seriously? Really?
Without realizing it, Tae-hoon stared at Gwan-young’s cock for several long seconds before suddenly startling at his own behavior.
Ji Gwan-young slowly wet his lips with his tongue and curled the corners of his mouth upward.
It was an entirely intentional gesture.
At this point, Tae-hoon felt so embarrassed he wanted to bury his face somewhere and die.
“……Ji Gwan-young-ssi.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“……Um, the human body, like……. I don’t think this is possible.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
Tae-hoon shut his mouth.
He couldn’t possibly say out loud, There’s no way something like yours can fit inside me!
He was genuinely scared now. This felt far beyond the scope of simply “going slowly” or “not hurting.”
Ji Gwan-young’s cock was truly large, thick, and long.
Seeing another man’s erection right in front of him, veins standing prominently along it, was enough to make cold sweat break out all over him. The arousal that had built up only moments ago rapidly cooled away.
Gwan-young leisurely removed the robe barely hanging from Tae-hoon’s shoulders.
If he followed his true desires, he wanted to flip him over immediately, thrust inside him, and use him however he pleased—but for today, he decided to show consideration toward his visibly tense Guide.
“Lie on your stomach.”
“……”
“You’ll be more comfortable that way.”
Pressing his lips tightly together, Choi Tae-hoon obeyed.
It was definitely a position that filled him with discomfort, but he figured it would be better to make the unavoidable task easier somehow than to keep showing a face frozen with fear.
Watching Tae-hoon tremble all over yet still obediently comply with what had originally been suggested only to tease him, Gwan-young’s eyes curved with amusement.
But that leisurely superiority didn’t last long.
…….Ah.
Gwan-young’s eyes widened.
The pattern filling Tae-hoon’s long, smooth back—its lines revealed clearly by the tension rippling through his shoulder muscles and his naturally straight posture—was written in the exact same script as the one engraved on Gwan-young’s own back.
The Esper’s eyes effortlessly deciphered the complicated intertwining Name.
‘Ji Gwan-young.’
His own name.
Gwan-young’s hand slowly traced the Name on Tae-hoon’s back.
The moment Tae-hoon realized what the man’s hand was touching, he squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as possible.
With his vision blocked, every sensation concentrated solely on the fingertips tracing across his back.
Truthfully, until now, Ji Gwan-young had always been one of the people skeptical about Names.
He’d looked down on the very phenomenon of someone’s name appearing somewhere on one’s body without even knowing who they were.
So when he himself became one of those people, he’d merely clicked his tongue dismissively and erased the name Choi Tae-hoon from his mind without difficulty. Because he’d been certain that some so-called connection through Names could never influence his life in the slightest.
But now, Ji Gwan-young regretted his own arrogance a little. No—quite a lot, actually. And that was something exceedingly rare for him.
He’d said he first awakened as a Guide at age five.
Ji Gwan-young found himself imagining a meaningless scenario from the past: What if he had met Choi Tae-hoon when he himself first awakened as an Esper at twenty-one?
Fifteen-year-old Choi Tae-hoon. Choi Tae-hoon, who had already become a Guide long before then, existing solely for him.
If they had met back then, the manifestation of their Names surely would’ve come earlier too.
Watching his own Name ripple across Tae-hoon’s back each time the muscles moved, Gwan-young slowly slid his fingers lower behind the man trembling as he prepared to accept him.
Because of the position, the entrance exposed so indecently clearly was repeatedly traced by Gwan-young’s hand, and sticky gel dripped steadily onto the bed.
Every time fingers touched that intimate place no one had ever reached before, Choi Tae-hoon reflexively tightened around them—then immediately realized how that reaction would look to the man about to penetrate him, causing his face to burn scarlet.
The arms supporting his body trembled violently, but enduring like this was the last shred of pride he still possessed as a man.
