“Cha Han-gyeom…?”
The voice was low, barely risen from sleep, in stark contrast to the sharp, startled eyes that opened.
“Why? Are you going somewhere?”
A short, urgent interrogation laced with clear anxiety.
Han-gyeom could sense the unease in Seo Won’s voice.
Arms wrapped around his waist and a firm grip clutching his slender wrist tightened even more. Momentarily frozen in surprise, Han-gyeom winced at the sudden pain, letting out a quiet “Ugh,” as he snapped back to awareness.
“Sorry.”
Seo Won quickly apologized and loosened his grip. But though the force was gone, the arms and hands still clung to him like a snare.
Seo Won, eyes trembling as he looked at Han-gyeom, pulled him even closer from the slight distance that had been between them. As their bodies pressed tightly together again, with Han-gyeom lying on his front, Seo Won’s large hand gently stroked his hair.
“Go back to sleep. It’s only evening.”
Seo Won’s voice still carried remnants of drowsiness.
That deep, languid tone, soaked in sleep and warmth, resonated pleasantly in Han-gyeom’s ears.
“Only evening? It’s more like already evening. At this point, it’s way past the point of a nap.”
He muttered lightly, as if grumbling about how their sleep schedule had flipped from night to day, and tried to rise—but Seo Won’s arm remained stubbornly firm.
“That’s enough sle—”
Just as Han-gyeom was about to protest, he closed his mouth.
‘Right. This guy does need more sleep.’
After so many restless nights, it was only natural to want to hold onto that rare, peaceful slumber when it finally came.
It wasn’t something that happened every day, and just for today, Han-gyeom figured he could let him have what he wanted.
‘Since when have I become this considerate…’
With a self-deprecating smirk, Han-gyeom relaxed and let himself be lulled by Seo Won’s soothing touch.
The sense of his body melting into comfort was deeply pleasant. The feel of bare skin against bare skin—shirts discarded—and the warm, smooth pressure of Seo Won’s broad hand gliding along his back added to that comfort.
The two of them lay quietly together, bodies still layered just as they had been when they fell asleep. Seo Won’s hand caressed Han-gyeom’s back and stroked his hair in a rhythm so consistent it felt like a song with perfect tempo—unbroken, seamless.
Just when Han-gyeom started to feel like he might drift off again…
He asked belatedly,
“Weren’t you only supposed to take a short break?”
“I was.”
“What about work?”
“Today’s gone down the drain.”
“Is that okay?”
“Normally, no. But for me? It is.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m the CEO.”
Han-gyeom let out a soft chuckle at how absurdly casual the conversation had become. From just beside his ear, he could hear Seo Won’s faint laughter following suit.
As the sound of laughter gradually faded, the corners of Han-gyeom’s mouth, once lifted in a smile, slowly relaxed.
“You’ve been taking your Guiding pretty seriously these days. You used to act like you hated it.”
At his words, Seo Won’s hand paused. Then, as if nothing had happened, he resumed stroking and patting him gently.
“I’ve never hated your Guiding. Not even once.”
Of course not.
He was an Esper.
That much was natural—yet it had been strange that Seo Won had avoided proper Guiding for so long. Especially considering how euphoric it was to receive Guiding from one’s Imprinted Guide.
Naturally, Han-gyeom had been suspicious.
“Then why were you like that back then?”
“…I don’t know.”
Seo Won averted his gaze, a bitter smile flickering across his lips before he gave a small scoff.
“But that won’t happen again. When it comes to your Guiding… no, when it comes to anything you give me, I’ll take it. All of it.”
That unnecessary submission only made it more unsettling.
Han-gyeom lifted his upper body slightly and looked down at Seo Won from above. Though his face was bathed in the golden hues of sunset, there was an unshakable shadow cast across it.
Staring down at Seo Won’s expression, Han-gyeom closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them again, his gaze gleamed with clarity—like a wild predator in the dark, pupils glowing a vivid crimson hue, as red as blood itself.
“Then… open your mouth.”
As Han-gyeom leaned in, Seo Won parted his lips, which had been softly closed, at the command. A warm breath fell against the newly opened mouth.
Han-gyeom rubbed his lips against Seo Won’s, then lightly bit down on his lower lip, tugging it. As those lips trembled in response, he licked them soothingly and slipped the tip of his tongue teasingly into the gap that had opened.
“Mmh…”
A faint moan escaped between Seo Won’s lips. Maybe it was because he was always the one initiating their kisses, but he reacted surprisingly sensitively to the sensation of something pushing into his mouth.
Watching Seo Won’s brow twitch in surprise, Han-gyeom pushed his small tongue in a little deeper. The feeling of it brushing against those even, firm teeth was oddly pleasing.
Han-gyeom’s tongue now gently explored Seo Won’s unguarded mouth.
‘His oral temperature’s cool too… Must be because of his naturally low body heat.’
Unless they kissed after his body had already warmed up, Seo Won’s kisses always started cool. It wasn’t really a problem, though, since it didn’t take long for them to become warm—hot, even. But now that he thought about it, his baseline body temperature was just low. A common trait of Espers with ice-based abilities.
In contrast, Han-gyeom’s body ran hotter than average. When he was unwell, his temperature dropped quickly, creating a sharp contrast—but in moments like this, with their skin pressed together, it made them a perfect match.
The distinctly different body temperatures between them created a uniquely pleasant sensation.
The strange euphoria that washed over them when their temperatures melded and became one—when they truly felt like a single body—wasn’t just because of the Imprint.
“Mmph, mmn…”
A soft moan slipped from Han-gyeom’s lips as he gradually infused Seo Won’s cool mouth and lips with his own warmth.
Around that moment, Seo Won, who had been passively offering up his mouth, let out a low chuckle from deep in his throat.
His wide-open eyes, fixed on Han-gyeom as if trying to catch every little reaction, and the almost excessively cautious way he moved his tongue—it was obvious he was new to this. Han-gyeom had a hunch this might be the first time Seo Won had ever put his tongue into someone else’s mouth like this.
That thought alone felt oddly gratifying. The clumsiness of the kiss only heightened the arousal, and it wasn’t just his heart that was reacting—blood was rushing below, too.
Seo Won had begun to harden, and with their bodies pressed so close, there was no way Han-gyeom couldn’t feel it.
‘Nice. Looks like I’m doing a good j—’
Just as Han-gyeom was about to dive in deeper, pleased with himself for getting Seo Won hard just from kissing, Seo Won’s arm, which had been wrapped around his waist, slid down and gripped Han-gyeom’s soft, rounded ass firmly in one hand.
“Hhh—!”
Han-gyeom gasped sharply, lips parting wider as he inhaled roughly. And in that exact moment, the once-passive tongue in his mouth suddenly surged forward and dominated the space.
“Mmph—mm!”
Startled, Han-gyeom tried to pull away, but Seo Won’s hand, which had been stroking his hair, held him down, leaving him no room to escape. Their lips were sealed together tightly, and a searing tongue twisted and ravaged his mouth without mercy.
“Hngh—mm…! Nnngh~!”
His mouth, stuffed full with Seo Won’s tongue, was messily and thoroughly violated. Han-gyeom’s eyes trembled violently, and the breathing he’d been trying to control shattered in an instant.
Seo Won’s hand kneaded Han-gyeom’s taut, perky butt without hurting him. Then, tracing the elegant curve of his back, it slipped under the waistband of his pants.
“Ugh!”
Fingers slid between his clenched buttocks and brushed against the tightly closed entrance.
Han-gyeom hurriedly grabbed Seo Won’s wrist and broke the kiss, breath catching.
“Just going straight in like this—!”
“Don’t want me to?”
Seo Won asked seriously. And from the way he looked, it felt like he really would stop immediately if Han-gyeom said no.
Han-gyeom was at a loss for words and couldn’t answer right away.
Compared to the stiffness already pressing against him from Seo Won, he was still relatively soft—but he was hardening, too.
In other words, he had no excuse. He couldn’t claim he wasn’t in the mood, or that he didn’t like it.
More than anything, they were already in the middle of Guiding. It was never going to be a wholesome, hand-holding kind of session. Neither of them planned to stop now—nor should they.
Biting his lip in brief hesitation, Han-gyeom eventually let go of Seo Won’s wrist and quietly placed both hands on Seo Won’s chest.
Without a word, that simple action was his silent consent. Seo Won smiled faintly at the gesture and reached out toward Han-gyeom’s mouth. And without needing to be told, Han-gyeom opened his lips, letting Seo Won’s fingers slide between them.
‘Cold.’
Han-gyeom lightly sucked on the fingers now resting inside his warm mouth. There was no distinct taste, but the feeling of those long, firm digits moving in time with the flicks of his tongue wasn’t bad at all.
He raised his tongue and slowly licked each finger one by one.
Smooth nails, strong fingertips, clearly defined joints, the natural taper of the bone structure—he focused so intently on them that he felt confident he could perfectly sketch those fingers from memory with his eyes closed.
The chill of Seo Won’s lower body temperature mingled with the heat of Han-gyeom’s mouth, amplifying the warmth even faster.
The teasing touches were technically on Seo Won’s end, yet for some reason, Han-gyeom’s cock twitched slightly inside his pants.
Seo Won, looking down at Han-gyeom as he licked his fingers, felt like his dick might explode from just that alone. His breath grew heavier, each one audible and rough, and he pressed the tip of his finger firmly against Han-gyeom’s tongue.
“Hhng…”
A moan slipped from Han-gyeom as he submissively let it happen. Seo Won began to rub his tongue slowly, then pressed his finger deeper. Han-gyeom’s eyes trembled, and his moans turned breathy, almost lewd.
It felt as if his fingers had become something else—something erotic.
If he pushed just a little deeper, he could probably stir up Han-gyeom’s throat just as thoroughly as that tight, delicate hole down below.
