Just as Ji Gwan-young knew exactly which points made his Guide react and could relentlessly tease them, Choi Tae-hoon also knew very well what expressions his Esper made and what he liked when they tangled their bodies together.
Gwan-young’s ears and neck were especially sensitive, and when someone softly touched them with their hands while kissing him during sex, his face would visibly grow languid. Watching Ji Gwan-young—who didn’t seem particularly used to pleasuring a partner for their sake—slowly learn how to melt someone down into a drenched mess while their skin pressed together was, honestly, something Tae-hoon quite liked too. Because it came with the deeply possessive satisfaction of knowing he alone was the object of that attention.
Burying his face against the man’s solid shoulder, Tae-hoon could only pant weakly as he breathed in the scent of his body. The faint woody fragrance trailing after him had become the familiar trace of Ji Gwan-young before he even realized it.
Choi Tae-hoon had once hated the smell of perfume, but somehow, he’d grown to like the faint scents that lingered on Ji Gwan-young alone. Sometimes Gwan-young would wear a different fragrance, and Tae-hoon loved the moments when he secretly noticed it first by himself. That too was a privilege belonging only to Choi Tae-hoon—the only person allowed close enough to Ji Gwan-young for such things.
Meanwhile, Ji Gwan-young was slightly dumbfounded by Tae-hoon naturally pressing himself against him and following after him because he disliked the cold air from the AC touching his overheated, sensitive skin. One moment he seemed like some excessively proper scholar unlike anyone else in the world, and the next, judging by the way he unconsciously acted spoiled toward him like this, he was still just a pampered young master who toyed with him at his leisure.
To be more honest, seeing that side of him had nearly erased Gwan-young’s anger completely.
The moment Ji Gwan-young realized that about himself, he cursed inwardly at what an idiot he was. Up until Tae-hoon had started saying things like maybe he should just meet another Guide instead and that it’d probably be more comfortable that way, Gwan-young had genuinely been furious. Thinking back on how stupidly he’d acted while they’d been apart recently because of filming only irritated him more.
Unlike himself, he’d practically lived clutching his phone. In the middle of filming, he’d blank out imagining that neat face smiling with narrowed eyes and end up missing the director’s words over and over again. It was the first time in his life he’d ever heard something like, “Ji Gwan-young-ssi, you don’t seem in good condition today?”
Even after arriving back at the official residence, all he’d been doing was worrying alone about how to lift Tae-hoon’s dampened mood—yet Tae-hoon went and brought up some nonsense about another partner over a few meaningless numbers from The Center.
He’d become so angry he saw red at a man he’d never once even wanted to hurt before.
And that was why he’d had rough sex with him in a way he never had before.
Gwan-young had said he was in a state where he didn’t need a Guide, but that had never meant Tae-hoon himself wasn’t needed. So after almost a week apart, he’d taken that long, beautifully built body that had finally returned to his arms and stimulated it however he pleased, thrusting into him harshly.
Honestly, maybe he’d already forgotten he was angry from the moment that warm body clung to him with soft whimpering moans, bare skin pressed against bare skin. Ji Gwan-young lightly kissed Tae-hoon’s lips, swollen slightly from where he’d bitten them. Watching this obscenely wanton Choi Tae-hoon automatically part his lips and suck on his tongue, he couldn’t imagine handing him over to another Esper—or anyone else at all.
That was why, regardless of whether his anger had faded or not, Ji Gwan-young had no intention of letting things end so easily tonight.
Laughing lowly, he suddenly lifted Tae-hoon into his arms and carried him away. Tae-hoon’s long body hung limply against him like a perfectly crafted doll. Even in his dazed state, Tae-hoon looked at his Esper with confusion.
Because the place Ji Gwan-young headed toward wasn’t the bedroom, but the middle of the living room.
The man finally stopped in front of a full-length mirror gifted by Jihyun, the younger sister among the siblings who cared the most about appearances. Tae-hoon tried moving his hands—which were too weak to even fully clench into fists anymore—and nervously glanced at his Esper.
So maybe this was almost instinctive behavior.
Like the warning sense prey animals felt when danger approached.
That was why Choi Tae-hoon forcibly tried to move his languid, exhausted body. Ji Gwan-young noticed and asked with a lazy smile,
“Why? Think I’m gonna do something weird?”
“It’s not that, but…”
“It’s not like I don’t want to shove something into your back hole and watch you ride it by yourself while moving your hips, but I’m not doing that today.”
…Do what to his back hole?
Tae-hoon mulled over the words before his face flushed bright red at the blatantly deliberate remark, his brows furrowing deeply. Because of how obscene the sentence itself was, he completely missed the strange wording of “today.” His voice was already rough from the intense sex earlier when he spoke.
“Gwan-young-ssi. I’m really at my limit now. I’m sorry, but can we talk tomorrow—”
Instead of answering, Ji Gwan-young lowered the Guide he’d been carrying in front of the mirror. Tae-hoon nearly collapsed from how abruptly he’d been made to stand, but thanks to Gwan-young skillfully supporting him, he managed to lean back without difficulty. His weakened legs buckled several times, and the gel and semen still pooled deep inside him spilled down his thighs in slow streams.
Ji Gwan-young leaned close to his Pair’s ear and whispered sternly,
“Look properly, Choi Tae-hoon. Otherwise how are you gonna do well later when you meet that fucking ‘other partner’ you talked about?”
Seeing his own cock and the insides of his thighs sticky with semen and gel reflected vividly in the narrow mirror, Tae-hoon squeezed his eyes shut. But even that didn’t last long. Gwan-young’s hand repeatedly wrapped around his cock, already soaked and softening.
“You’re pretty conservative, so you’d probably stick to missionary most of the time. Try imagining pushing into your partner’s wet hole. The way it grips tighter and tighter around you as you slide into something slick… slowly.”
“Hngh! Ji—Gwan-young—ssi, wait, sto—stop, hhk, hngh…!”
His hole was still aroused enough that even lightly tracing the entrance with fingertips made it twitch obscenely with wet sounds.
The filthy words deliberately chosen and whispered behind him, together with the sounds, filled him with both arousal and shame at once. Just like Gwan-young described, the sensation of slowly swallowing the man’s fingers into a well-lubricated place felt absurdly vivid. Tae-hoon’s toes curled tightly from the maddening stimulation as his hips trembled upward.
Faint handprints from earlier sex still lingered across his long waist, and sweat rolled down the muscles branded with his Esper’s marks. Ji Gwan-young felt the hot inner walls clenching tightly around his fingers and the sensation made the back of his neck throb, his lower stomach aching unbearably.
“Then I’d watch you two and grab your waist from behind while you moved your hips. You’d probably need a lot of gel. Choi Tae-hoon, you dry out pretty easily.”
“Gwan-young-ssi, please… ngh…”
Gwan-young’s eyes curved lazily. But the crescent shape of them had sunk darkly with excitement. After pulling Tae-hoon onto his lap, he firmly held his spread legs open so they couldn’t close.
It was such an explicit posture that even a vulgar prostitute would’ve blushed at it, and Tae-hoon’s eyes reddened with humiliation. When Gwan-young’s cock plunged deep into him from behind all the way to the base—so deep the rough pubic hair brushed against him—the stimulation was overwhelming enough that only broken breaths escaped instead of moans.
The sight of himself reflected in the mirror was obscene enough to blur his vision.
He’d never imagined seeing himself swallowing another man’s cock with his hole stretched completely open to its limit. Separate from the direct stimulation of the Esper’s tip relentlessly pressing into his prostate, Tae-hoon slowly hardened again from the obscene sounds where they were joined and from the indecentness of the sight itself.
“How would it feel to fuck your precious future partner while getting drilled by me from behind at the same time? Is that what you want?”
“No, I don’t— ngh, hhk…! Ah—ahh!”
Tae-hoon’s waist jolted violently. The Guide panted desperately under pleasure reaching its limit as he tried to escape the stimulation. He tried to pull away from the overwhelming sensation consuming him.
But Ji Gwan-young was not the kind of predator weak enough to let prey escape.
“You seem to be dreaming some pretty little fantasy there, so cut it out, Choi Tae-hoon.”
The force dragging back the man trying to flee weakly was merciless. Lying face-down with his still-open hole twitching as he arched his hips upward, Tae-hoon looked unbearably obscene. Ji Gwan-young tilted his head lazily, greedily gripping the trembling hips before thrusting his furious cock all the way in to the root.
As though refusing to give him even a second to breathe through the pleasure, he pressed their bodies together and began pistoning into him relentlessly. Hoarse cries spilled chaotically from Tae-hoon’s mouth. The sensation of his prostate being crushed and pounded into over and over was too intense to simply call pleasure. Wet flesh slick with gel and fluids from who knew whom slapped loudly together.
Hearing moans tinged almost with tears, Ji Gwan-young kissed near Tae-hoon’s ear and murmured lowly,
“Ah—ahh—ahh! Hah—ngh—please, please, ah!”
“Like you said, my personality’s terrible. So terrible that if I saw something like that, I think I’d kill both of you. And after that, I’d probably die soon after too, right?”
Watching Choi Tae-hoon beg without even realizing what sounds he was making or what expression he wore, Ji Gwan-young didn’t bother hiding how rough his own voice had become either. The more violent the act grew, the more heated breaths and low sounds escaped Gwan-young as well.
“Instead of starring in some pathetic third-rate tragedy where all three people die, wouldn’t a happy ending where the people who should live stay alive be better? Hah… let’s go with the kind of story that sells well… hm? Tae-hoon.”
“Hnghh… ah, ahh…”
Choi Tae-hoon climaxed in Ji Gwan-young’s hand with a sharp cry before collapsing limply. Gwan-young bit down against the long neck and emptied himself completely inside the walls clenching tightly around him from excitement.
Tae-hoon couldn’t even tell that more of the man’s release was pouring out behind him, already soaked beyond saving with gel, as his immobile body trembled helplessly. Each tiny shudder squeezing around him obscenely made Ji Gwan-young lick his dry lips.
The oversensitive inside of him reacted wildly even to the slightest movement of Gwan-young’s cock. Instead of pulling out immediately after coming, Gwan-young pressed deeper inside and slowly rolled his hips, making Tae-hoon let out broken, nearly sobbing cries from sensations far too intense to be called aftercare.
This was the first time he’d ever been stimulated so relentlessly during sex.
Ji Gwan-young clicked his tongue softly at the sight before pressing a soothing kiss against Tae-hoon’s smooth forehead. At that, something seemed to burst completely inside Tae-hoon, and the sniffles he’d been desperately suppressing finally broke free as he cried softly, gasping.
Only after hearing him cry did Ji Gwan-young think perhaps he’d gone a little too far. Broken words spilled from swollen lips between ragged breaths.
“Go away. Seriously… you’re… the worst.”
“No. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wash you up.”
But even when Choi Tae-hoon cried, Ji Gwan-young was still Ji Gwan-young.
Only then did Tae-hoon weakly hit the man trying to carefully lift him, showing as much dissatisfaction as he could muster. Gwan-young only smiled faintly, almost frowning at punches that didn’t hurt in the slightest.
***
Choi Tae-hoon was angry. And when Choi Tae-hoon got angry, Ji Gwan-young got angry too.
In other words, the Ji Gwan-young–Choi Tae-hoon Pair was currently in the middle of a cold war.
The reason was simple. The Guide was angry at the Esper who’d handled him however he pleased the previous night. Honestly, at first it had been closer to him being unusually sulky than truly angry. At least until Ji Gwan-young, with that ridiculously handsome face and not even the slightest change in expression, had said:
“Choi Tae-hoon, you were the one who did something wrong first, weren’t you?”
The instant he heard that, Tae-hoon exploded.
“What did you just say?! Ji Gwan-young, you really are unbelievable!”
After shouting that, he stormed noisily out of the residence first, footsteps pounding loudly. And Ji Gwan-young became irritated in turn at the Guide’s attitude.
As a result, the current situation now hanging over Research Lab 1 of The Center was this silence so absolute it was almost suffocating.
“……”
“……”
“Ahem, ahem. The minimum matching rate is 90.1, and the maximum is 167.3… The low score definitely improved compared to last time. See, Tae-hoon-ssi? I told you it wasn’t a big deal. It changes depending on your condition, your condition.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Lee Mihyun smiled brightly at Choi Tae-hoon’s polite response. But unlike her pretty smile, inwardly she was far too busy trying to understand why this disaster-prone Pair looked like this despite having such ridiculous matching rates.
Something had obviously happened between them. Though these two men certainly looked absurdly good together on the surface, they truly were an impossible mystery.
Lee Mihyun tilted her head while watching the cold-faced Esper stubbornly insist on sitting directly beside the Guide during the matching test. She genuinely couldn’t understand why someone who’d fought with his partner would insist on sitting next to him instead of across from him like usual.
Ji Gwan-young, who normally watched Tae-hoon’s every move with eyes that looked ready to melt from affection, was now only staring at the table with his head turned oddly away.
Tae-hoon wasn’t any different.
No—in fact, Tae-hoon had even crossed his legs and angled his body away from Gwan-young.
If they’re going to act like that, why even sit side by side?
