Without breaking the kiss, he lowered Eun-jo to the floor. Then, he reached out and pressed the shower button.
“Hngh…!”
Cold water came pouring down, but instead of cooling them off, it only made the heat between them burn hotter. Jung Tae-seok stripped Eun-jo’s clothes off faster than he would load a gun, then backed him up against the wall.
“Mmm, ngh, mmph…!”
After what felt like an endless kiss, Tae-seok finally bit down on Eun-jo’s lower lip and pulled away. Only then did Eun-jo gasp for breath, chest rising and falling in heaving pants.
His lips were swollen, parted, and his breath came quick and shallow. His face was flushed and hazy with lust—like someone who’d already been thoroughly wrecked. Every time the tip of his tongue peeked out, Tae-seok’s gaze darkened.
“You need to stay quiet, Hyung.”
Smirking slightly, Tae-seok looked down at him—his face completely flushed and dazed.
“This is a shared shower, remember?”
Just then, a large hand suddenly grabbed both Eun-jo’s semi-hard cock and Tae-seok’s at the same time.
“Ahh!”
“If you make noise, everyone will know we’re getting off in here.”
“Ngh, ah…!”
“Why are you so bad at listening?”
Muttering under his breath, Tae-seok started to move his hand. One long stroke from base to tip made both of their shafts grind together, sending a jolt of pleasure through Eun-jo’s core.
It was nothing like touching himself. He had no idea how hard Tae-seok would squeeze, where he’d touch next—that unpredictability sent his arousal spiking. Gripped by the unfamiliar sensation, Eun-jo clung to him, moaning softly.
“I—I can’t help it… ngh, the sounds just—ahh!”
Every time Tae-seok moved, his hips twitched involuntarily. Precum dripped from the flushed tip of his cock, and a tight, aching heat spread low in his belly. Eun-jo looked up at him with eyes glassy and wet, unable to tear his gaze away.
“It’s because you’re being so rough—nngh, it feels so… weird…! Ah, ahhnn…!”
“Want me to cover your mouth?”
Creak. The sound of the door opening made Eun-jo instantly yank Tae-seok’s hand and slap it over his own mouth.
He didn’t even realize that move just made him look even more desperate.
Tae-seok muttered a curse and moved his hand faster. Their cocks were pressed tightly together, no space between them, and when he started stroking with quick, firm motions, a choked moan slipped out.
“Mmph, mm, nghh…! Mmh!”
Eun-jo’s body jerked in rhythm with every stroke. His breath hitched, moans spilling out one after another. As their sensitive tips rubbed against each other, both of them sank deeper into the haze of pleasure.
Then, at once, both of them came—thick white cum spurting out in hot bursts. It filled Tae-seok’s large palm and still wasn’t enough to contain it all, spilling over and soaking the shower floor.
“Haa…”
Smearing the cum over his cock, Tae-seok flipped Eun-jo around without warning. Then, without hesitation, he shoved himself between Eun-jo’s trembling, slick cheeks.
“Ahh—hah, ahhh…!”
With no buildup, no prep, the head of his cock forced its way inside. Squelch. The tight, drenched walls clamped down hard, greedily sucking him in. Tae-seok slammed in to the base with a single, sharp thrust.
It was like Eun-jo’s body knew him—his insides clenched and pulsed around him, pulling him in deeper. Tae-seok groaned, low and rough, as the tight heat engulfed him.
“I missed being inside you, Hyung… shit, you’re squeezing so damn tight.”
“Nngh, mm, ahhhnn…”
“You missed my cock too, didn’t you? Hm?”
When no answer came, Tae-seok slammed his hips forward. Thud, thud. His thick cock hit deep, hammering Eun-jo’s sweet spot over and over.
“Ahnn! Ahh! Nngh! Ahh!”
Every wet slap of skin echoed through the room—smack, smack!—filthy and loud. Tae-seok pinned Eun-jo against the fogged-up glass, pounding into him with raw, relentless rhythm.
“I asked you a question, Hyung.”
“Aaah! Nghh!”
“You missed it, didn’t you? Just like I did.”
His tone was gentle, but his thrusts were anything but. Tae-seok moved like a man who knew every inch of Eun-jo’s body—targeting all the spots that made him shudder and fall apart.
And Eun-jo was falling apart. Every thrust pushed him to the brink, his legs trembling, thighs burning with every deep, punishing stroke. His cock and swollen nipples dragged against the foggy glass, leaving streaks as his body was rocked.
At this point, getting caught didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the cock ruining him from the inside—pushing in deep, filling him to the brim. He wanted it—needed it—to reach deeper, to flood him with heat.
“Ah—ngh! Your cock… I missed it! Ahn, ahhh!”
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Tae-seok snapped. He slammed forward with everything he had—smack, smack! smack!—loud enough to drown out the sound of the running water. Eun-jo cried out, raw and unfiltered, as the pleasure ripped through him.
His cock swelled to its limit, throbbing violently before erupting deep inside. Thick cum spilled out in waves. At the same time, Eun-jo came hard, shuddering as his hands braced against the wall. Water trailed down his back, his whole body trembling as he let out a long, broken moan.
“Hhh… haaah…”
He had nothing left. The second Tae-seok pulled out, Eun-jo collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
His body had gone completely limp. He felt like one of those inflatable dancing figures deflating in front of a store.
If this keeps up, forget Imprinting—I’m gonna die at this rate!
Official cause of death: death by sex. No—reverse missionary death was more accurate, since Tae-seok clearly had a thing for taking him from behind. Unlike the completely drained Eun-jo, Tae-seok looked fresh and glowing as he scooped him up.
He gently rested Eun-jo’s head against his chest, then ran his fingers lightly over his skin. His touch was delicate—like handling a newborn who couldn’t even hold up their own head.
“Guess we’ll just have to shower together again tomorrow, Hyung.”
Maybe I should just skip training. Eun-jo squeezed his eyes shut. Tae-seok could practically read his thoughts and burst into laughter.
“You’re the one who asked for this training, remember?”
“……”
“What—planning to disappoint the Team Leader now?”
“You’re the one who told me not to in the first place…!”
“That’s because you’re way too good at talking me into things. I never stood a chance.”
“Then how about you try convincing me to shower alone tomorrow…”
His words trailed off in a cute little whine, and Tae-seok responded with a soft mwah against his cheek.
“Nope.”
His perfectly sculpted lips curled into a smug smile that was impossible to ignore. Eun-jo instantly regretted teasing him.
Just a little bit.
***
Private Office – Before dawn.
Park Se-yul had been sitting at his desk since early morning, staring blankly down at a stack of paperwork. It wasn’t even urgent material, but if he didn’t give his brain something to latch onto, he felt like he’d go completely insane.
He’d been fixated on the same page for who knew how long when he finally took off his glasses and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. A sudden flush of heat rushed through his body.
“…Goddamn it.”
Day three.
For three nights in a row, he’d been dreaming about Yeo Eun-jo.
The scenarios changed every time. One night, Eun-jo knelt between his legs, sucking him off like a starved man. Another night, he sprawled across Se-yul’s thighs, whining for a spanking.
But what never changed—what really got to him—was that Eun-jo was always the one falling headfirst into it.
“Team Leader…”
Just hearing Eun-jo call him that, with his face flushed and eyes dazed, short-circuited everything. His title, his logic, his restraint—gone in an instant. Without a second thought, he’d grab Eun-jo and take him, no hesitation. He’d fuck that pretty face until his cock pressed into both cheeks, slap his ass until it bloomed red with handprints.
Once that mental dam broke, it only got worse. The dreams became more vivid. His actions got bolder.
Just thinking about the way Eun-jo sobbed in those dreams made something stir inside him again. If he’d never known that secret thrill, maybe this would’ve passed. But now that his body knew, just the thought of it was enough to spark a reaction.
“Haa…”
Park Se-yul let out a heavy sigh and slumped back in his chair.
He wasn’t naïve. He knew exactly why these dreams were happening. This was some deeply buried kink rising to the surface. Forcing Eun-jo to kneel, watching his throat bulge around his cock, pinching those perky little nipples until they flushed pink…
“I’ve completely lost it.”
Cutting off the thought, Park Se-yul stood up from his seat. As soon as he stepped into the hallway, the door across from him opened at the same time.
And out popped a face he really didn’t want to see.
His expression soured instantly, and he didn’t bother hiding it. The man on the other side burst out laughing.
“Yikes. Scowl at me like that, and I might actually get my feelings hurt.”
It was Jin Mu-seong—Team B’s leader.
Technically, Park Se-yul didn’t hold a higher title than “Team Leader.” But in practice, he was the team leader of team leaders. Team A was the only team made up entirely of S-Rank Espers, so in joint operations, everyone defaulted to Se-yul’s lead.
Everyone except Jin Mu-seong.
