With practiced ease, he covered himself and pulled Eun-jo higher, pressing him up against his stomach. Then, he finally spoke.
“As you know, I’ve got one more ability—time-stop.”
“……”
“Even without testing, it’s probably S-rank. Time-based Espers are rare as it is, and I can hold it for quite a while.”
“……”
“By international standards, I’d be classified as an S-rank Esper. Might even get an S+.”
“Isn’t a higher rank a good thing?”
At Eun-jo’s quiet question, he reached out and gently stroked Eun-jo’s cheek. Even that simple touch counted as skinship—Guiding energy flowed through their bare skin.
“It’s the kind of power that’s perfect for committing crimes. Whether for national interests or personal ones. So of course, the surveillance is going to be intense.”
Eun-jo flinched. The first time he’d learned about Jin Mu-seong’s ability, the thought that had popped into his head was You could totally rob a bank with that…
And if even he had thought that in a split second, the government or Center executives had probably imagined far worse. Once you were affiliated with the Center, refusing orders wasn’t an option.
It had been a smart decision, all things considered. As Eun-jo gave a small nod, Jin Mu-seong continued in a low voice.
“Officially, I’m still treated as an A-rank Esper, so the Guiding I’m assigned is nowhere near enough.”
A spark jumped from the palm still resting on Eun-jo’s cheek. “Ack,” he flinched at the sharp sting and pulled away. Jin Mu-seong gave a bitter smile.
“Even those surges don’t really hurt anymore.”
Of course, he had been pushing his ability pretty hard just now. With a casual motion, he dipped his hand into the bathwater.
Silence fell again. But it wasn’t the same as the quiet they’d shared earlier, tangled up together. This one felt heavier. Uncertain, Eun-jo glanced up at him.
His head, which had been turned toward Eun-jo just moments ago, had shifted slightly to the side. Maybe it was the damp hair or the steam, but that sharply defined jaw and ruggedly handsome face looked strangely forlorn. Forlorn? Jin Mu-seong? The man didn’t even seem like he could bleed, let alone feel anything close to despair.
Did he hit his head on the corner of the bed or something?
Is that why he suddenly looked so… pitiful?
Eun-jo ran a hand through his hair.
He forgot—completely forgot—that this was the same man who had just been mercilessly pounding into him moments ago. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around Jin Mu-seong’s neck. Only then did Mu-seong finally look back at him.
“Don’t tell me it doesn’t hurt.”
“……”
“It hurts. Getting stabbed hurts no matter who you are.”
Lines from novels came to mind—descriptions of the pain Espers felt: how it was hard to breathe, how it felt like their bodies were melting from the inside out.
“Come to me before it gets that bad. Don’t keep pushing through alone.”
He hadn’t told the Center. Probably hadn’t said a word to his team, either. That meant he’d been shouldering everything on his own. It was a miracle he hadn’t gone into Overload. Eun-jo, who hadn’t even once suspected Jin Mu-seong of scheming anything, leaned in closer.
“I might not be able to be your team’s official Guide… but I can still hold you.”
“Ha.”
Jin Mu-seong’s eyes dropped, dark and unreadable. It had started as a lie to fish for sympathy—but now, actually being comforted like this, it messed with his head. It felt like… when your pet hamster suddenly brings you a sunflower seed. Or when a cat steps in front of you, trying to protect you like it’s your bodyguard.
He’d never felt anything like it before. And it felt so absurdly good, it was almost laughable. Covered in his marks, yet looking up at him with those clear, earnest eyes… he looked beautiful.
Unable to hold back any longer, Jin Mu-seong pulled Eun-jo into his arms and sat him on the edge of the tub.
“Ugh… What are you—”
He roughly pushed Eun-jo’s legs apart—and then, without any warning, took the still-soft cock fully into his mouth.
The sudden warmth of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure up Eun-jo’s spine. His toes curled and he instinctively shoved at Mu-seong’s shoulders.
“Wait—Jin Mu-seong—ah, ngh!”
Who said we were doing this right now?! Eun-jo thrashed in protest, but Jin Mu-seong, wedged firmly between his thighs, didn’t budge. When he swallowed him to the root, Eun-jo let out a sharp, breathless moan.
The heat in the bathroom spiked. His tongue pressed and flicked along every sensitive spot, and Eun-jo’s cries escaped in broken gasps. From base to swollen tip, Jin Mu-seong sucked him in like he meant to devour every inch.
“Hnng, ah… ngh, aah…!”
Even though he’d already climaxed multiple times, Eun-jo’s cock was quickly pushed back to the edge. He felt it coming and tried to push Mu-seong’s head away.
“Hh, wait—I’m gonna—”
But Jin Mu-seong didn’t pull back. He swallowed him down to the base again, almost defiantly, and Eun-jo arched his back with a ragged cry as he came, spilling into that burning heat.
Calmly, Mu-seong swallowed, then pulled Eun-jo close once more.
“Lift your hips.”
He spat the semen into his palm and smeared it over Eun-jo’s entrance. Before Eun-jo could pull away, he grabbed both cheeks and held him firmly.
His cock pushed into the swollen, loose hole. After being stretched open by that massive thing all day, Eun-jo’s insides were soft and pliant. It felt like his inner walls had molded perfectly to Mu-seong’s shape. Jin Mu-seong clenched his jaw as he bottomed out.
“Hah—ahh, wait—ah, ngh…!”
Straddling him, Eun-jo started moving his hips. His body was hypersensitive now—every thrust, every touch lit him up. Moans slipped past his lips uncontrollably.
He bounced with each thrust, like a puppet in Mu-seong’s hands. Slap, slap. The sound of water mixed with Eun-jo’s moans, echoing through the steamy bathroom.
“You said it yourself—you’d hold me.”
Jin Mu-seong laughed low and rough, then grabbed his chest. After being bitten, sucked, and teased, his nipples were more swollen than ever.
“Aaahk! Haa, it hurts—ah, nngh…!”
“What do you mean, hurts?”
Jin Mu-seong pinched Eun-jo’s swollen areola, and Eun-jo cried out, tossing his head back. At the same time, his insides clenched hard around him.
“Funny. Your ass is squeezing like it’s loving every second. Hm?”
“Nnngh… ah… ahh…”
“This part here already knows who it belongs to.”
When he twisted and played with his chest, Eun-jo moaned helplessly and arched his back. His nipples had already been teased raw—every brush stung, but the pain sparked a strange thrill. The way he grabbed him, roughly and possessively, should’ve hurt—but instead, it sent shivers of pleasure straight to his core.
His mind was blank. Jin Mu-seong’s thick cock rubbed against his deepest spots, and Eun-jo was already moving without realizing it—lifting his hips to the edge, dropping back down until the head pressed deep inside again.
“Hngh—ah, ahhh… yeah… it feels good…!”
Eun-jo whimpered as he rode him, the steady thrusts sloshing water around them. With every deep stroke, the wet sounds grew louder, dripping down his thighs and splashing against the tub’s edge.
Jin Mu-seong could feel how his inner walls pulsed and clenched—wet, hot, greedy. He let go of Eun-jo’s chest and laced their fingers together, helping him move in rhythm.
“Baby.”
Eun-jo’s dazed, glassy eyes turned toward him just as Jin Mu-seong thrust up—hard.
“Hngh…!”
With no warning, his cock slammed deep into Eun-jo’s colon, drawing a sharp gasp. He pressed the head against his sweet spot again and again, whispering in a low, husky voice.
“Forget the deal. What I want…”
He pulled out just as roughly as he’d entered.
“…is this. You and me. Holding hands like this.”
“Ngh—what are you even…”
“What do you think I mean?”
He spread Eun-jo’s tight entrance wide again, driving in deep. The sensation of being filled to the brim made Eun-jo gasp for air, his head tipping back, breath ragged.
When his cock twitched, Jin Mu-seong wrapped a hand around it—squeezing hard enough to sting.
“Ahhh…!”
“I’m saying… date me.”
He started rocking his hips in slow, torturous thrusts. Every grind against that sensitive spot inside him made the need to come unbearable. Eun-jo’s whole body trembled, his chest heaving, hips jerking.
“Not gonna answer?”
He couldn’t even hear what Mu-seong was saying anymore. His mind was too far gone, too consumed by the pressure building up inside. All he wanted—needed—was to release. With tears in his eyes and his face soaked, Eun-jo nodded frantically.
“Y-yeah! Let’s—ahh, let’s do it…!”
The moment the words left his mouth, Mu-seong’s grip loosened, like he was granting a reward. He drove his hips deep one last time—and Eun-jo came hard, shooting again into the warm bathwater. He collapsed against Jin Mu-seong’s chest, sobbing out a moan.
Drool dribbled from his parted lips, his eyes unfocused and hazy. Completely wrecked. Jin Mu-seong cupped his face and kissed him deeply, satisfaction washing over him like the first time he’d ever touched him.
Still holding the now-limp Eun-jo, Jin Mu-seong began thrusting again. His massive cock slammed against the deepest part of his colon, making Eun-jo whimper with every heavy thrust.
“Haaa…”
Like he was marking what was his, Jin Mu-seong buried himself fully and came again. Hot, thick cum poured inside. That greedy hole swallowed it all, like it wanted nothing more than to get pregnant from it.
After a while, he finally pulled out. As his cock slid free, the stretched hole parted, releasing a heavy spill of cloudy white. Mu-seong looked down at the sight, utterly satisfied.
“So, when should we set the date?”
An outdoor wedding sounded perfect. He pictured Eun-jo in a white tux under a sunny sky, and a soft smile tugged at his lips. It’d suit him—his pale skin would look perfect with a pop of red in the bowtie.
Already imagining the wedding rings, Mu-seong scooped Eun-jo into his arms. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub as they stepped out.
He wrapped Eun-jo carefully in a large towel and carried him to the bedroom—naked himself, completely unbothered. He laid him gently on the bed and glanced over at the nearby desk.
“Oh, for…”
It was a magazine spread—one Eun-jo had done with Park Se-yul. The cover showed the two of them tangled up, undeniably couple-like. Mu-seong’s brow twitched.
It didn’t take him long to decide. He reached over and crushed the magazine in his hand. The thick cover crumpled with a loud crackle.
“That better be the last.”
It’s fine. That was before we started dating.
“Not that you’d know, but I’m actually pretty possessive.”
“Mmh…”
“Though you’re the one who’s tight everywhere else.”
Maybe Eun-jo had heard him—he stirred slightly. But instead of waking him, Jin Mu-seong lay down beside him and gently took Eun-jo’s index finger into his mouth, biting down.
A perfect ring of teeth marks circled it.
It looked just like a wedding band.
