Seo Won held Han-gyeom in his arms, gently rubbing his back over and over until he had completely calmed down.
He wanted to ask why he was acting this way, but judging by the confusion clouding Han-gyeom’s face, it didn’t seem like he’d get an answer. The only thing he could do was hold him like this and help soothe him.
Once he had regained some composure, Han-gyeom loosened his arms from around Seo Won’s neck. Even as he did, Seo Won’s hand continued to glide gently across his back.
Bumping his forehead lightly against Seo Won’s, Han-gyeom grumbled with a dissatisfied expression.
“How long are you planning to keep comforting me?”
“Until you stop crying.”
Seo Won answered calmly, his gaze unwavering from Han-gyeom’s reddened eyes. It was as if he were carefully analyzing just how much of the moisture clinging to his lashes had dried.
Han-gyeom rubbed his still-damp eyes roughly with the back of his hand, his lips moving uncertainly. A hesitant, uncharacteristically timid voice spilled out.
“If you want… you can… move…”
His words trailed off, breaking apart awkwardly. Just a moment ago, he’d been so driven, moving with intent—this sudden shift in behavior was strange.
“I mean, only if you want to… then it’s okay if you…”
His voice shrank further, stammering and fading as he lowered his eyes, a shadow passing over his expression.
Seo Won let out a quiet sigh in his mind.
‘Ah…!’
That look—that way of casting one’s eyes down in fear—was all too familiar. It was exactly what he had done just before, right in front of Han-gyeom.
‘He’s scared.’
The image of his own terrified expression, afraid that Han-gyeom might break down crying, overlapped with the one now etched across the other’s face.
‘Now that he realizes what it means to do this with me… that it’s the same as killing me… of course he’s scared.’
Seo Won was no longer the same person who had once been completely in the dark.
He now understood better than anyone why Cha Han-gyeom clung to him so desperately, why he sought out his embrace, what he truly wanted.
After everything he’d learned at the Fourth Ability Analysis Research Facility—everything the researchers there had hoped to extract from Cha Han-gyeom—he couldn’t pretend he didn’t know.
A bitter smile twisted at Seo Won’s lips.
‘He could’ve just not thought about anything… just tried to kill me with peace of mind.’
Sweet and kind Cha Han-gyeom. My endlessly gentle and fragile Guide.
In place of that delicate Imprint, Seo Won had exchanged a kiss—one to survive… or rather, to die.
As he took Han-gyeom’s small lips into his own, Seo Won slowly, tenderly laid him down onto the bed. The positions that had once shown who held the lead were now reversed.
“Mmph… ngh…”
Their lower halves, still joined, flinched as the change in posture sent a faint ripple of movement between them. What had seemed to be slipping out was once again slowly pushed back in, and the tightening walls within responded with a shudder.
Without breaking their kiss, Seo Won gently laid Han-gyeom flat on the bed, softly caressing his modestly drawn-in legs. The bare skin beneath his touch twitched from the ticklish sensation, and the tight ring of Han-gyeom’s entrance gave a constant involuntary squeeze around Seo Won’s cock.
As Seo Won continued to stroke him, strength gradually left Han-gyeom’s legs, and the once-tense opening began to relax slightly, twitching and fluttering in time with his breathing, almost adorably.
Only then did Seo Won finally pull back from the kiss. He grasped Han-gyeom’s legs and spread them apart, gazing down fondly at the hole that had devoured him all the way to the base. It wasn’t fully dark yet, so the shape was still clearly visible.
Han-gyeom grew self-conscious under Seo Won’s direct stare, especially with his lower half so exposed.
“Stop staring… You can’t even see it properly anyway.”
“Then what—you’re saying it’s okay to keep watching when I can see it clearly?”
“Absolutely not.”
Han-gyeom grimaced and growled, and Seo Won let out a quiet chuckle under his breath.
Only then did Seo Won shift his weight, preparing to move.
Meanwhile, Han-gyeom was quietly relieved by the fact that Seo Won had taken initiative and adjusted their positions himself. Thanks to their exchange just moments ago, the tension had eased up somewhat.
‘How pathetic, Cha Han-gyeom.’
He found himself grateful that Seo Won had taken the lead—but in doing so, he was practically pushing the weight of this death onto someone who didn’t even understand what was happening.
Letting Seo Won bear that responsibility was no different from absolving himself.
And Han-gyeom hated that he was lying here, doing nothing, even though he knew that.
“Han-gyeom.”
Seo Won’s sweet murmur washed over him tenderly. Despite the calm, Han-gyeom’s heart began to pound again, ruining the momentary tranquility he’d regained.
Before he started moving in earnest, Seo Won pushed his cock just a bit deeper.
“Ugh…”
Han-gyeom’s entire body shivered as Seo Won filled him even further. The sensation was overwhelming—like his deepest inner wall, the one that should have been unreachable, was wrapping around Seo Won’s cock, sucking it in with desperate hunger.
Han-gyeom wasn’t the only one who let out a short groan.
“You have to relax. Otherwise, it’s going to snap off.”
Rather than yielding to lust and moving wildly, Seo Won chose instead to speak in a soothing voice. Ever since changing positions, Han-gyeom’s walls had clamped down hard, and if they weren’t careful, he could seriously get hurt.
Taking Seo Won’s advice to heart, Han-gyeom tried to relax. But just like the tangled mess of his emotions, the entrance remained stubbornly tight, refusing to loosen even with effort.
Though it twitched nonstop, the ring only seemed to grip harder instead of easing up.
Seeing Han-gyeom’s flustered expression, Seo Won brought his lips to his chest.
“Ah!”
Han-gyeom jolted and shuddered from the sudden suction on his chest. Seo Won took one of his small nipples into his mouth, playing with the tip of his tongue as he sucked, teasing the sensitive bud with rhythmic flicks.
Already flushed with arousal, the hardened nipple throbbed like it was screaming silently.
While working Han-gyeom’s nipple with his mouth, Seo Won reached down and wrapped his hand around Han-gyeom’s cock. Slippery with precum, it slid smoothly in his grasp as he slowly stroked it up and down.
“Ahh… ngh…!”
With both his nipples and cock being stimulated at once, Han-gyeom couldn’t keep clenching down with the same tension as before. The pressure that had been focused entirely on his back entrance began to disperse across his body, redirected by the dual sensations of touch. His legs, which had been stiff and half-open, started to relax and spread wider.
Only then, once he felt the tightness melt enough to allow movement, did Seo Won begin to thrust—without pausing his mouth or hand.
“Ugh, ahh… not all at once, like that…! Aah!”
What had been slow, gentle movements suddenly sped up all at once.
Seo Won’s tongue grew more relentless, crossing the line from slick to downright obsessive. The rapid stimulation on his nipples was maddening, the tingling pushing Han-gyeom to the brink. If Seo Won hadn’t been carefully controlling the pressure on his cock, Han-gyeom would’ve already climaxed.
And while the stimulation of his chest and cock alone was overwhelming, the deep thrusts pounding inside him made his mind go hazy. Every time Seo Won pulled out in one swift motion and rammed back in just as hard, uncontrollable moans spilled from Han-gyeom’s lips in faltering whimpers.
He’d thought only his prostate was sensitive, but now it felt like there was another erogenous zone buried even deeper. What had first felt like a dull ache now sparked a pleasure so intense it twisted his whole body, lighting a fire deep in his lower belly.
The friction and tickling heat from the fast-paced thrusts sent jolts of near-painful pleasure racing through him. But each time it became unbearable, Seo Won’s thick, hot cock plunged back in and soothed it all with an exquisite sense of release. It was like having claws raking along his inner walls, and the sheer ecstasy of it crashed over his body like a tidal wave.
“Ah! Ah! Harder… ngh!”
Ever since they arrived at the mansion, Seo Won had slowly been pushing deeper and deeper, building up to this—constantly teasing that same spot until it begged for more.
And now, that part of him wouldn’t stop screaming more, desperate for continued, unrelenting stimulation.
Seo Won didn’t ignore Han-gyeom’s needy plea.
He released his mouth from Han-gyeom’s chest, grabbed hold of his hips with both hands, and slammed into him even faster.
Han-gyeom’s waist bucked, his crimson eyes rolling back, drenched in rapture.
“Hah—ugh! Ah…! More…!”
He moaned again and again, clutching the bedsheets like he would tear them apart.
Seo Won reached for Han-gyeom’s hands, wrapping them in his own.
Those delicate fingers abandoned the sheets and dug their nails into Seo Won’s palms instead. With every thrust, as Han-gyeom’s body jolted, his nails pressed into Seo Won’s hands and wrists, leaving small marks behind.
“Han-gyeom… haah…”
Seo Won’s heated gaze remained locked on Han-gyeom, never wavering. Even as he moved roughly, he kept his eyes on every expression of pleasure that crossed Han-gyeom’s face, his breath coming in ragged bursts.
Underneath him, Han-gyeom’s body rocked uncontrollably, and his thoughts gradually melted into white noise.
‘I… I can’t think at all…’
Lately, their sex had always been cautious—Seo Won had always taken care not to push too hard. So the pleasure had never felt this overwhelming.
But today, Seo Won was moving rougher, more assertively—and the stimulation was intense.
‘This is better… when I can’t think at all… this kind of thing…’
Instead of tangled thoughts, all that filled his mind now was pure sensation, and that simplicity, in this moment, was oddly comforting.
If he could just stay like this forever, that would be enough.
His mind, soaked in pleasure, was mirrored by the slick walls inside him, clinging to Seo Won’s cock and screaming toward climax.
Deep within, his tight heat pulsed, sucking Seo Won in, drawing pleasure all the way up into his gut like it was reaching beyond the physical—sending electric shocks straight through his core.
At last, the climax that struck in a single, blinding instant turned the darkness before Han-gyeom’s eyes into the brilliance of broad daylight.
