When he squeezed the most sensitive spot tighter, a moan slipped out on its own. Creak, creak. Eun-jo gasped with every stroke of his hand.
“Haaah…”
Through his clenched fist, the pale pink head of his cock peeked out, then disappeared again and again. Just as expected, Jin Mu-seong’s eyes never strayed from the sight below.
He looked like a starving predator fixated on its prey—nothing left in his gaze but raw lust. Not a shred of restraint. When Eun-jo noticed how stiffly Mu-seong was sitting now, he picked up the pace.
Glancing downward, Eun-jo caught his reflection in the water. His cheeks were flushed in a lovely, lewd shade of red, and his eyes were half-lidded, glassy with arousal. That expression alone could slap an R-rating on the scene.
Such a slut.
Hiding his amusement, Eun-jo slowly dragged his tongue across his lower lip. The moment the tip of his tongue peeked out, Mu-seong’s eyes locked onto it.
“Haah… mm… Show me your cock.”
“…Hah.”
Jin Mu-seong scoffed, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“You’re really gonna use me to get off?”
“Mmnh… I said I’d be good… nngh…”
What the hell was he supposed to do with this filthy Guide? There was probably no one else in the world who jerked off while staring at an Esper like it was porn. And that was exactly what made Yeo Eun-jo so damn irresistible.
Who else would even try this shit? When Mu-seong spread his legs and leaned forward, Eun-jo’s gaze dropped again.
“Hnngh… ah… ahh…”
His face twisted into something downright obscene, like he was choking on a cock. Moaning shamelessly, Eun-jo stroked himself faster, pushing his chest out with a seductive arch. His perky areolas popped into view, and his waist trembled with tiny, teasing shakes.
“Ahhh, mnh… it’s so fucking big…”
Spreading his thighs wide like he was about to take it in, Eun-jo moved his hand faster. In one slick motion from base to tip, he gripped himself hard, his abs tightening from the pressure.
That itch between his legs flared up again—right where Jin Mu-seong had pounded him before.
“Haah… mm… ah… nghh…”
Spreading his pale thighs, Eun-jo reached down. When he pressed a finger to his swollen, puffy hole, the tight inner ring clung to him like it didn’t want to let go.
“Mmph… ah… ahh…”
It was the first time he’d ever fingered himself—and he was doing it like this, legs spread wide open in front of Jin Mu-seong. Maybe he really had turned into a full-blown pervert. That guilty, twisted thrill only made his arousal spike even higher.
With every movement, slick sounds echoed through the room, water softly sloshing beneath him. Just like Mu-seong had done, he pressed firmly against the entrance, and the inside quickly relaxed. At this rate, he could probably fit another finger.
He brought his middle finger to the entrance and slowly pushed it in. It slid in easier than the first, the tight heat parting for him. With two fingers now pumping in and out, Jin Mu-seong’s lower body started to twitch with tension.
“Hnnngh… ah… ahhhn, ahhh…!”
It felt like Mu-seong was right on top of him again, pressing him into the sheets. Just like those times they shamelessly fucked like animals in front of everyone. Meeting that wild, lust-drunk gaze head-on, Eun-jo rocked his hips in rhythm. His hole now pulsed around his fingers, slick and hungry, back and forth.
He sucked on the tip of his finger with a soft chuup, then let it fall away, a thread of silvery spit trailing down as it landed. The idea of touching his cock was long forgotten. Hungry for something deeper, something stronger, Eun-jo moved his hips as if he were straddling Jin Mu-seong’s lap.
Still not gonna move, even after this?
Whimpering, Eun-jo pushed his fingers in even deeper. Then, making sure Mu-seong had a clear view, he stirred them hard and fast, letting out a needy moan.
“Mmnh, ah… it’s not reaching…”
Just like Mu-seong used to rake his cock along his insides, Eun-jo curled his fingertips into a hook, grinding them against his sweet spot. Still buried to the knuckle, he moaned again and called out to him.
“Baby… haah… mm…”
That was all it took—Mu-seong snapped.
He lunged forward and buried his face between Eun-jo’s thighs, wrapping his lips around the thick, flushed cock. As he swallowed him down to the root, Eun-jo’s legs tensed and clamped tight around his head.
“Ah—fuck…!”
The lewd, wet slurping echoed in the room. Mu-seong sucked him in deep, like he was savoring the finest treat. Honestly, he could probably do this all day. From the plump, pretty head to the straight, veined shaft—there wasn’t a single thing about him that wasn’t beautiful.
Shit.
Just like when he used to tease him, Mu-seong was now on his knees between Eun-jo’s legs, completely taken in. He knew he’d lost the moment he gave in, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“Hnn… ahh… baby… mmgh…”
As Mu-seong swallowed around him again, tightening his throat right down to the base, Eun-jo moaned like he was losing his mind. He grabbed the back of his head with trembling hands. That was it—he couldn’t hold back anymore. His body shuddered as he came hard into the warmth of Mu-seong’s mouth.
“Haaah… ah… ahhhhn…!”
The cum slid down his throat, every last drop swallowed without hesitation. Mu-seong pulled back with a low, satisfied chuckle, his voice echoing softly through the sauna. That grin on his face? It was so smug, so pleased, it looked like he was the one who’d just come.
And for the first time… he genuinely felt interested.
He’d just swallowed another man’s cum for the first time in his life—yet it didn’t feel weird at all. Cradling the now-limp Eun-jo in his arms, Mu-seong leaned in close, their foreheads nearly touching.
“Yeo Eun-jo.”
A large hand gently tapped his flushed cheek.
“You’re gonna pay for teasing me like that.”
“Haa…”
Their lips met, soft and slow at first—until tongues clashed, and Mu-seong pushed in deep, like he meant to own him right there with his mouth alone.
WEEEOOO—!
A sharp alarm blared through the sauna, loud and jarring. At the same time, Eun-jo’s pager lit up, and the sudden noise snapped him back to reality. Eyes wide, he shoved Mu-seong away and scrambled out of the hot tub.
“Shit—!”
It was rare to hear Jin Mu-seong curse, but even he muttered under his breath as he followed.
Digging through their clothes, Eun-jo found his pager and tapped the screen. A Gate alert flashed, followed by a summons for Team A. And under that—his name, bold and unmistakable.
“Team Leader!”
Grabbing his clothes, Eun-jo ran to him.
“Team Leader?”
“No time to argue.”
Until now, only Team A Espers had been dispatched for recent Gates. And with Park Se-yul and Lee Sang-heon both overseas, most of the recent emergencies had fallen to Team B and the other units. Eun-jo hadn’t been needed—until now.
If they were calling even him in, the situation had to be serious.
Tapping the screen again, Eun-jo spoke quickly.
“We need to move. Now.”
“…If I freeze time, will you hate me for it?”
“Team Leader!”
“Baby.”
Even now, in the middle of chaos, Mu-seong calmly corrected him. Eun-jo practically screamed.
“No—baby, seriously!”
This was urgent! Finally losing patience, Eun-jo shouted, and only then did Mu-seong take the pager from his hand.
“All right, baby.”
He grabbed a shirt and, with a faint smile, slipped it over Eun-jo’s head—gentle, almost doting, like a newlywed husband dressing his partner. Not realizing how ridiculous it looked, Eun-jo quickly threw the rest of his clothes on.
Of course, he also made very sure to not acknowledge the very obvious bulge still tenting Mu-seong’s pants.
