The rising wave of pleasure had already begun to thrum in his lower belly, a sharp, electric pull deep inside—but Eun-jo steadied his face. Eyes glassy with tears, he looked up at him, trembling, and shook his head with a frightened expression.
“Don’t… don’t do this…”
“Then promise me you won’t die.”
His voice was low as he pressed down on Eun-jo’s thigh—hard enough to leave a mark.
“Say you won’t go looking for another Guide.”
Eun-jo’s lashes fluttered violently. Then, slowly, the strength drained from his thigh. Sensing it, Jung Tae-seok’s lips curled into a crooked grin.
“That’s it. Just like that… give in.”
He glared at Eun-jo’s tightly shut mouth, then slipped a hand behind his knee and spread his legs apart. His smooth, pale thighs opened wide, exposing his flushed pink entrance in full view—bare and silky without a single hair.
Jung Tae-seok took him into his mouth in one deep motion. The moment his cock was swallowed by that hot, slick heat, Eun-jo screamed and instinctively clamped his legs shut.
“Ah! Ahn—Tae-seok!”
It was a pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He’d shot plenty of kissing scenes before, but between the nonstop work and demanding schedule, Eun-jo had never actually dated. Of course, this was his first time being sucked off, too.
And this—this was a whole different kind of sensation. The feeling of being consumed in one greedy gulp. Jung Tae-seok pushed his thighs even wider and took him in deeper, his mouth sealing around him completely.
“Nnngh! Ahh!”
Every time that burning mouth sucked him in, Eun-jo’s mind went white. It felt like his whole body was being devoured. Soft, helpless moans slipped from his lips, and a heavy pressure bloomed low in his abdomen. Jung Tae-seok gave him no time to think, no room to breathe—he just kept pushing him further.
His oral skills were insane. It was almost like he’d spent years training for this alone. He completely unraveled Eun-jo, dragging him to the edge again and again. He took him all the way to the base, then flicked the tip of his tongue against the sensitive head, tracing right under it. Every time, Eun-jo cried out, his whole body twitching with overstimulation.
“Haa… ah… ahhh…”
Just as that desperate, release-like pressure surged—so much like the urge to piss—Jung Tae-seok suddenly pressed hard against the slit of his cock with a fingertip.
“Ahh! Jung Tae-seok!”
“What.”
He answered curtly, then shoved his fingers into Eun-jo’s mouth. Once they were slick with spit, he pulled them out and thrust them straight into his hole.
Eun-jo screamed.
“Aah—nngh! Not now… ngh, please…”
The pressure had already climbed to the top of his head, that overwhelming urge to release pulsing in every nerve. The moment fingers slid in and out of his back entrance, Eun-jo’s mind blanked out completely. Groaning helplessly, he flailed his limbs, and Jung Tae-seok responded by clamping down even harder on the slit.
“Ahh! It hurts! Ah—!”
“I told you—if you wanna come, just say the word. Hyung.”
Still, not a word came out. Of course. That was just like Yeo Eun-jo—always pretending he didn’t know, stubborn to the bitter end. Smirking, Tae-seok lifted Eun-jo’s legs onto his shoulders, then positioned his twitching cock at the entrance that had been clenching tight for a while.
The swollen tip pushed through the stiff rim. As the narrow inner walls stretched open, Eun-jo’s eyes flew wide, his lips parting in silent shock. It didn’t hurt quite as much as the first time—but the sensation was enough to make him feel like his mind might shatter.
With his release cut off, his whole body had become agonizingly sensitive. The moment Tae-seok pushed in deeper, the walls inside began sucking him in greedily. Even Eun-jo could tell—he was squeezing like a fucking pro.
“Fuck… you’re so damn tight…”
Groaning low, Tae-seok started to move his hips, slowly at first. But instead of building up, he immediately angled himself and drove straight into the spot that made Eun-jo twitch. Eun-jo choked on a sob.
“Ah—ahhh! Nngh… ah, nghhh…!”
Every time that thick head slammed against his sweet spot, sparks exploded behind his eyes. His brain short-circuited. He genuinely felt like he might go stupid. The slow thrusts drove him mad with need—he almost wanted Tae-seok to slam into him so hard something broke. To pound him until the soreness set in. Tears streamed down Eun-jo’s cheeks as he cried out.
“Hnngh, ahhh—! I… I’m gonna come… ngh, Tae-seok…”
“Then say it.”
As if he’d give in that easy.
Holding it back was unbearable—his whole body was screaming—but even more than that, he wanted to see where this unbearable pleasure led. He clenched his eyes open, tears welling thick. He didn’t need a mirror to know how obscene he looked. He’d seen that face hundreds of times onscreen.
Drooping his lashes, he looked up from beneath—eyes hazy and wet. His expression was soft, even longing, like he was trying to burn this moment into memory. Slowly, he shook his head.
“No… ngh… I can’t…”
The moment he closed his eyes, the tears that had been hanging there finally spilled down. There was something devastatingly fragile in that image—like he might disappear if touched.
“You can’t?”
“Nnngh…!”
Slam. Slam. Tae-seok drove in hard, and Eun-jo jerked, tossing his head back with a scream. His cock twitched beneath Tae-seok’s fingertip, painfully swollen and desperate.
“Ngh—ahh! Ahnn!”
“You want me to fuck a different hole instead?”
Like punishment, Tae-seok yanked out just to the tip—then slammed back in with a force that made Eun-jo’s body shake. So hard it felt like his balls might get crushed. Eun-jo couldn’t even scream, only shivered violently, his mouth falling open wordlessly.
Thwack! Thwack! The thick head punched into his walls like fists. The obscene sound of skin against skin echoed through the Guiding Room. Every time Tae-seok bottomed out, the abused spot inside twitched and clamped down around him.
Bent completely in half, Eun-jo took every thrust. Then Tae-seok pulled out. Grabbing him by the nape, he flipped him over like a doll.
The room spun. From this angle, Eun-jo could see the full-length mirror by the desk. Reflected in the glass were the two of them, locked together—Eun-jo on all fours, Jung Tae-seok dominating him from above like a wild animal. They looked like stray dogs rutting in the street.
With Eun-jo pinned beneath him, Tae-seok rolled his hips again.
No time to think. His cock rammed in to the root in one savage thrust. Eun-jo cried out, face buried in the sofa, but a large hand grabbed his chin and tilted it up.
“Look.”
Tae-seok whispered, his hips slamming into him with brutal force.
“Look real close. See who you really are.”
His cock sank in deep, pressing into those soft, tempting cheeks until they squished under his hips. He moved fast, thrusting in and out like he was trying to mold the shape of his dick into him. Eun-jo trembled all over, his lower belly tightening with each hard stroke. Instinct took over—when Tae-seok drove in, he relaxed to take it; when he pulled back, Eun-jo’s hole clamped down tight, squeezing and sucking with a slick, obscene grip.
In the mirror, he saw everything—his own body sprawled out, legs spread wide, getting railed from behind. Every time Tae-seok slammed down, Eun-jo cried out, head snapping back in raw, helpless pleasure.
It was too much. The pleasure swept through his brain like a storm, ripping through reason. His cock ached at the edge of climax, throbbing painfully, but it felt so damn good. Clawing at the sofa cushions, Eun-jo finally screamed.
“Aah—! I-I’m sorry! Ngh, please, let me come! Please! I can’t—I’m gonna—ahh!”
“Then say it, hyung. Say you’ll keep taking my cock.”
Thud—Tae-seok ground in deep, the head of his cock ramming in, like he was trying to shove it into his guts.
“Promise you won’t look for another Guide.”
He couldn’t hold out anymore. His cock, still trapped in Tae-seok’s grip, felt like it would burst at any moment. Tears streamed down as Eun-jo broke, sobbing with his whole chest.
“Nngh—ah! I promise…! Ah, please! I swear!”
“You’ll spread for me again, yeah? Hmm?”
“Y-Yes! Ngh…! If you tell me to spread, I’ll take it—right here, with this hole! So please…!”
The words poured out in a desperate, filthy mess. Tae-seok leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple, like a reward, before finally releasing his finger.
“Haa—ahhh…”
Eun-jo’s eyes flew open and his mouth fell wide. The moment he was released, he exploded. Splat, splat—his cum shot out in heavy ropes, splashing all over the sofa. His legs shook violently, like a baby deer, completely wrung out. At the same time, his walls clenched down hard, and Tae-seok cursed under his breath as he thrust deep.
Cum just kept pouring out, like a leaking faucet. His mind went blank. The thoughts that had been driving him—getting Imprinted, seducing Tae-seok—they were gone now. All that remained was the cock pounding his guts.
“Ahhh… haah, ngh…”
Eun-jo collapsed onto the sofa, face buried, as the last of his release dripped out of him. His limbs had no strength left, twitching faintly. Tae-seok leaned over him, their bodies pressed together, their skin hot and sticking.
Still fully sheathed inside, Tae-seok pulled back and rammed forward again. The head of his cock slammed deep into that sweet spot.
“N-No! I’m still coming—nngh, haah…!”
“Hyung, you just said you’d take it… ngh… right? Can’t go back now.”
He wrapped both arms around Eun-jo to keep him from escaping, hips rolling into a fast, punishing rhythm. Every deep thrust hit that tender spot inside, and spit started to drool from Eun-jo’s open mouth.
“Nngh! A-Ahh! Ah—!”
There wasn’t even time to beg anymore. His eyes rolled back as nothing but broken moans poured out. His mind unraveled completely. The only thing he could do was pray it would be over soon.
“Tch… Hyung, take it properly.”
Grabbing both ass cheeks in his hands, Tae-seok shoved in deep. That slutty little hole sucked him in like it was begging for more, and he spilled another load inside, shooting hot cum straight into his belly. Eun-jo gasped and choked.
“It’s hot… ngh, so hot…”
“Haa…”
Tae-seok slowed his pace, grinding up into that slender body, cock still hard as he emptied himself fully. Even after unloading twice, he hadn’t softened. He stared down at Eun-jo—body limp, twitching like he was seconds from blacking out.
With a low sigh, Tae-seok finally pulled out. His cock glistened, still thick, as milky cum trickled from the stretched hole. He watched it twitch and spasm, almost like it was still begging to be filled. Tae-seok licked his lips.
Every inch of this body was obscene. The flushed, reddened ass. That tight, twitching entrance. The slippery walls inside that clung to his cock like they couldn’t let go. He couldn’t believe he’d gone so long without realizing how utterly filthy Eun-jo really was.
