“There’s something I need to check, so just do exactly as I say.”
This was a kind of test. To see if Cha Han-gyeom would go into proper heat and feel genuine affection for him even without guiding. To find out whether, even without being intoxicated by guiding, he would still crave Seo Won and fall completely under his spell. If that turned out to be the case…
Han-gyeom’s crimson-tinted eyes slowly faded back to black. As if to praise him for doing well, Seo Won pressed his lips gently against Han-gyeom’s eyelid.
“Cha Han-gyeom.”
Leaning in close to his ear, Seo Won exhaled a heated breath.
“Keep your eyes closed.”
He bit softly at the delicate tip of Han-gyeom’s smooth, supple ear. Startled by the sensation, Han-gyeom instinctively shut his eyes tight.
“You don’t need to see anything else. No need to look away—just keep your eyes on me.”
Seo Won’s voice clung possessively to his words as he shoved Han-gyeom down onto the bed with force.
Then, with hurried fingers, he slipped his hand beneath Han-gyeom’s shirt.
“Fuck!”
Seo Won’s hand tunneled beneath the fabric and went straight for Han-gyeom’s chest, grabbing it roughly, his lips pressing in close.
Flustered, Han-gyeom nearly began guiding out of habit just from the contact of their bare skin. But Seo Won’s earlier words rang in his ears, and he quickly suppressed the impulse, accepting Seo Won’s touch without resistance.
Maybe it was because the constant pressure to perform guiding had vanished. Han-gyeom found himself quickly consumed by the heat spreading through him as Seo Won kneaded his chest.
Like drawing large circles, he massaged and squeezed, then pinched both nipples with his fingers and gave them a hard tug. The nipples, already hypersensitive from the groping, flared with a jolt of pleasure at the intense stimulation. By the time Seo Won began flicking the tips with the pads of his fingers, Han-gyeom’s breathy moans were spilling from his lips.
“Uuh, ah…”
Seo Won licked around the corners of Han-gyeom’s mouth, whispering in a ragged breath.
“Cha Han-gyeom…”
His heated breath continually flowed over Han-gyeom’s lips.
“You think I’ll let someone take you away from me?”
Seo Won’s lips clamped down on the bite mark he’d left earlier, engulfing it whole.
“Who said they could?”
The blood trickling from Han-gyeom’s lips lingered in Seo Won’s mouth, spreading a heady sweetness.
As he sucked on Han-gyeom’s lips, Seo Won quickly undid the rest of his shirt. The buttons came undone one after another, the front flaps spreading wide open.
Han-gyeom’s chest was already flushed with heat, rising and falling rapidly with his breathing. Following the rhythm of his heaving chest, his nipples—already stiff from ample stimulation—moved along in time.
Seo Won took Han-gyeom’s right nipple into his mouth and tapped it rapidly with the tip of his tongue.
“A-Ah… out…”
The sharp, tingling tickle that radiated from his chest made Han-gyeom’s hips jerk upward. Seo Won, face buried against the pale expanse of Han-gyeom’s chest, flicked his eyes up and moved his tongue even more aggressively in response to Han-gyeom’s reactions. Once hardened, Han-gyeom’s nipple twitched uncontrollably with every lick, every tickle, every bite—responding to each stimulation with a delicate shiver.
While his mouth tormented one nipple, Seo Won’s hand teased the other, fingers pinching and rubbing without mercy. His free hand caressed down Han-gyeom’s slender abdomen, fingertips trailing ever lower.
“Hngh! Ah~!”
That hand reached further down, pressing firmly and slowly over Han-gyeom’s crotch and inner thighs, still hidden under his pants. His slightly parted legs instinctively tried to clamp shut from the overwhelming sensation below. And the more they trembled and twitched, the bolder and more invasive Seo Won’s touch became, pushing deeper with a clear, lustful intent.
The way he stroked Han-gyeom—from his cock down to the base beneath and just past his entrance—was too much: a maddening blend of ticklish and obscene. Even with the fabric separating them, the sensation of being rubbed and groped there was nearly unbearable.
Despite the guiding connection having been severed, Seo Won didn’t know what to do with this insatiable lust. A kiss might be one thing, but the sheer desire to tear Han-gyeom’s pants apart and shove himself in right then and there? That was something else entirely.
And just like Han-gyeom’s increasingly swollen bulge, Seo Won’s own arousal was steadily hardening.
Around that moment, Han-gyeom—panting, flustered—murmured,
“Why… are you angry…?”
Seo Won’s lips finally parted from the nipple they’d been sucking on so wetly. Still trembling, Han-gyeom kept his eyes shut as he asked again in a shaken voice,
“Did I… do something wrong…?”
His eyes fluttered open. Black irises, blurred and unfocused with arousal, stared into a haze.
“I’m not going… huh, anywhere…”
Han-gyeom reached out toward Seo Won. But lying on the bed like that, his eyes unfocused, he could only fumble toward where he thought Seo Won was.
Seo Won gently took hold of that searching hand. Only then did Han-gyeom’s breath start to even out, the anxious gasps calming slightly.
“You said it yourself… We can’t live apart…”
A long, faint smile curled across Seo Won’s lips as he held Han-gyeom’s hand. Even his words seemed laced with a seductive red glow—enough to make one mistake them for guiding. Han-gyeom had a way of bewitching people like that sometimes.
“Yeah. We can’t survive without each other.”
Seo Won pushed Han-gyeom’s hand down by his side, then reached with the other to undo his belt. With practiced ease, he slipped his hand past the waistband, finally freeing the cock that had been straining against the confines of Han-gyeom’s underwear.
“Hh—ah!”
The sudden chill of air on his leaking tip made Han-gyeom flinch, but only for a moment. Seo Won’s hand was already wrapped around him, stroking fast.
“W-Wait, hngh! That’s too fast…! Ahh!”
Han-gyeom’s cock quickly hardened to full, throbbing stiffness, radiating intense heat with every pulse.
Han-gyeom’s twitching hand curled inward, grabbing onto Seo Won’s pressing hand like a hook, trembling uncontrollably.
“Cha Han-gyeom, does it feel good?”
For the first time, Seo Won asked a question he’d never bothered to ask before. Whether it was kissing, caressing, or sex—everything had always been intertwined with guiding. There was never any need to ask. Even after developing strange feelings, Seo Won didn’t inquire; instead, he focused on reading Han-gyeom’s responses, adjusting his touch and his tongue accordingly.
Maybe he’d been a little afraid. The very act of asking whether it felt good while stroking a man in such an obviously sensitive spot—it exposed a flicker of uncertainty within Seo Won.
“Hngh, uuh… I… I don’t know… haa…”
Even though Han-gyeom surely knew what Seo Won wanted to hear, he didn’t answer easily. Seo Won’s lips twisted faintly at that.
The slick fluid leaking from Han-gyeom’s cock coated Seo Won’s hand in a wet sheen. It throbbed furiously in his grip, stiff enough that it seemed ready to explode at any moment.
Then, just when the steady stroking had nearly pushed Han-gyeom over the edge, Seo Won abruptly pulled his hand away. With climax so close, the sudden release felt so unfamiliar that Han-gyeom’s hips bucked on their own, his cock twitching helplessly in the open air.
Seo Won, watching that, yanked off Han-gyeom’s pants in one clean motion. His drawers—stained with slick precum—were pulled off just as easily.
Now, the only thing left on Han-gyeom was that loosely draped white shirt. Through the opening, his flushed cock bobbed and twitched visibly—its soft hue contrasting lewdly with his pale skin.
It looked so obscenely tempting that Seo Won had the violent urge to bite down and swallow it whole.
Breathing heavily, Seo Won grabbed Han-gyeom’s thighs and spread them wide.
“I wasn’t mad at you.”
Settling between Han-gyeom’s legs, he wet his lips with his tongue and added,
“I just feel like I’m going insane.”
To think he might lose his mind over something so meaningless—an act driven by nothing but raw lust, without even the pretense of guiding.
He lowered his head toward Han-gyeom’s lower half, wrapping his arms around his thighs to hold them steady.
“Ah—!”
Unable to see clearly through the haze of pleasure, Han-gyeom didn’t realize what was happening until he felt the sudden warmth engulf his cock. His back arched as it was sucked in all at once. Swallowed deep into a hot, wet cave, his cock trembled as though terrified by the overwhelming sensation.
Inside Seo Won’s mouth, his slippery tongue twisted around the hard shaft, rubbing it all over. Then, tightening his lips at the base, he slowly drew back—until only the tip remained inside.
“Hhh… haaah! Ah!”
The aching thrill of being pulled out so intensely shot up through him, making his blurred eyes snap wide open.
Then, with a sudden plunge, Seo Won buried it all the way down, letting the soft walls of his throat smack against the cockhead. The shock of it reverberated deep, as if it struck straight through the root.
“Hii—ahh! S-Stop…!”
He’d experienced a blowjob like this before. But back then, it was from a double, and the cold, lifeless sensation had made his skin crawl. This time, it was so scorching, so real, that it felt like his cock was going to melt right off.
The difference this time… was that Han-gyeom’s arms were free.
He reached out, weakly pushing at Seo Won’s head.
“S-Seo… Won, stop… hngh! Aaah…”
Even with his hand on his head, Seo Won didn’t stop. If anything, the wet, squelching sounds only grew louder as he increased the pace, sucking and rubbing more fiercely.
“No—hngh! I’m gonna—! Ngh!”
Han-gyeom’s toes curled tight against the sheets as strained moans spilled from his lips.
