Cha-hyeon’s grip tightened with a muted sting. Se-min felt the tension melt out of his jaw. A tingle sparked under the root of his tongue.
“Hm? Let’s pick up where we left off.”
His coaxing, childlike tone didn’t match the wicked mischief clinging to the corners of his mouth.
Stick that tongue out so I can suck it—shut up and hold still.
A shiver of delicious chill pricked down Se-min’s lower back. He’d realized exactly which moment Cha-hyeon meant. A hiss of breath slipped between his parted lips.
The first time he’d asked for mucous-membrane Guiding, Se-min couldn’t help being flustered, but this time was different. Heart racing, he hesitantly extended his tongue.
At the timidly offered red tongue, Cha-hyeon gave a faint laugh and closed the distance in an instant. Their lips met. Startled, Se-min let out a short “Hup!” and then held his breath.
The ticklish sensation blooming from his tongue made his toes curl. Playfully, Cha-hyeon twined their tongues, then teased the underside. He’d never imagined a spot he’d never thought twice about could be this sensitive. And just as promised—I’ll suck it for you—when his tongue was lightly drawn in, a moan slipped out before he knew it.
“Uh—hnn…!”
His mind flashed blank. Before he knew it, his fingers dug through the gown at Cha-hyeon’s shoulders. With a kiss that felt like he was going to be devoured, he could hardly catch a proper breath.
His scalp prickled as pleasure shot up; heat pooled low in his belly. At the same time, his Guiding energy was being absorbed more actively than ever.
It wasn’t like when they did Radial Guiding or embrace-type Guiding. Back then, he’d had to will himself to calm Cha-hyeon’s wavelength. Now, just tangling tongues and devouring each other was enough to transmit his energy.
Wet, sticky sounds grew brazenly loud. Any shyness over a “first kiss” had long since vanished. Even when the hand that had been clamped to his cheek dropped away at some point, Se-min only clung harder to the kiss.
“Uhp—haa—hnn….”
Strangely, the more he lost himself in kissing Cha-hyeon, the fresher he felt. Odd for a kiss, but fresh was the only word that fit. He didn’t know why, but it was because, for the first time, he could freely release the energy he’d always had to keep locked down.
The fierce pace gradually slowed, and with a soft pop their lips parted. Half his tongue still peeking out, Se-min lifted his heavy lids.
The silvery thread that had connected their tongues snapped. Panted breaths spilled through his lips. With the lewd sound of slick contact gone, the hospital room filled even more starkly with their breathing.
“Haa… haa….”
They were half in each other’s arms, but compared to a moment ago with their tongues entwined, he could tell the flow of guiding energy had thinned. The crisp clarity that had left him hazy began to ebb; Se-min’s eyes trembled faintly.
So this is… why people do close-contact guiding. Even the wavelength he felt from Cha-hyeon had been refined to a degree hard to believe from such a short burst of guiding.
If this much came from a kiss alone, then if they went even closer… how powerful would it be? He almost regretted having so obediently followed Cha-hyeon’s earlier guiding methods.
Catching his breath, Se-min squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them, trying to gather a mind that felt like it was floating on clouds.
As the heightened pleasure drew a gentle curve and faded, he finally turned his attention to Cha-hyeon’s condition. The wavelength he sensed from him was steadier than ever, but how the man himself felt might be different.
“Hyung, how was it? Compared to before, it’s a li—haa—a little better, right?”
Only his gaze moved as Cha-hyeon looked up at him. With the whites conspicuously showing beneath his dark irises, his face had gone expressionless.
The habitual smile was gone, the playful glint snuffed out—he radiated something fierce. No, not fierce so much as… a little unhinged….
“…Ah—agh!”
It happened then. Cha-hyeon stretched his arms; one hand cradled Se-min’s back, the other his head—and in an instant, his view flipped. Laid flat on the bed, Se-min couldn’t grasp what had just happened.
While he blinked like an owl, a shadow fell over him—Cha-hyeon’s. He shoved back the hair pricking at his eyes any which way and shrugged off his rumpled hospital gown with a touch of irritable impatience.
Propped awkwardly on an elbow, starting to push himself up, Se-min doubted his own eyes. Even in the lowered light, the ominous outline swelling under the underwear was starkly clear.
What… is that? A water bottle? Why—why a water bottle….
People say you deny reality when you’re too shocked—he was the picture of it. There was no way that was Hyung’s cock. There couldn’t be.
To the gape-mouthed Se-min, still rejecting reality, Cha-hyeon gave a pasted-on smile.
“It’s okay.”
A large hand, joints pronounced, stroked the length of the erection over the black drawers. Even at a glance it radiated brutal heat—sticking to his palm, then dropping with heavy weight. Se-min’s mouth fell farther open; denial was no longer an option.
“I’m not going all the way today. Having our first time in a hospital would kill the mood.”
“…I-it’s not sex, it’s guiding….”
“Mm. Sure. Sex guiding.”
Mouth still hanging open, Se-min couldn’t bring himself to say going all the way would be fine. Ridiculously, he felt like a man who’d just stumbled back from a cliff’s edge. Only moments ago he’d been happy they could finally do close-contact guiding… even he had to admit he sounded absurd.
“The bed, the mattress… we’d probably break them.”
Cha-hyeon clicked his tongue. Even in an Esper/Guide-only hospital, the mobile beds and mattresses were no different from a regular hospital’s.
“We can’t exactly put up a notice saying Ji Se-min threw out his back having sex, can we? Haha!”
He laughed, teeth flashing, pleased with his own joke. Despite the breezy laugh, Se-min could only avert his eyes. This time, he couldn’t even correct him—guiding, not sex.
The mirth drained from Cha-hyeon’s face again, and his gaze flashed dangerously. Eyes a little wild—half-crazed—skimmed over Se-min’s bare body.
Under that blatant stare, Se-min’s shoulders hunched. Cha-hyeon took in his Guide’s cute nipples, the belly tensing with nerves, and the erection showing its presence through the underwear. His tongue wet his lower lip.
That look alone made the inside of Se-min’s skin itch. He clenched his fists to endure the pounding in his chest—then reeled at what came out of Cha-hyeon’s mouth.
“So, Se-min’s got pink nipples, huh?”
A beat later, understanding clicked, and color flooded Se-min’s face scarlet. Even seeing him open and close his mouth soundlessly, Cha-hyeon didn’t stop.
“I figured your underwear would be white cotton. Like a little kid—cute.”
“…H-Hyung….”
He’d never been teased like this—let alone by Cha-hyeon. From lips usually gentle came raw, outrageous remarks that left him flustered and aghast.
“W-why… why are you being so mean with your words…? But, hyung.”
Stammering, his voice suddenly sharpened as a hypothesis lit up in his head. Still flushed, his brows knit with suspicion.
“…Hyung, this isn’t your first time with close-contact guiding, is it?”
For a first-timer, his way of taking charge—and his formed sexual tastes—were too definite. And that mucous-membrane guiding a moment ago had been far too skilled, hadn’t it?
“……”
Watching suspicion on Se-min’s face shift, little by little, into certainty, Cha-hyeon’s gaze slid slyly left. One corner of his mouth tucked in with a secretive flex, a deep dimple punching in.
“They say Cha-hyeon hyung-ah’s saving it for marriage.”
It was impossible to tell whether he meant himself or someone else. Before Se-min’s frown could crumple further, Cha-hyeon flicked a fingertip against his nipple like a prank. Even that light snap sent a prickling heat shooting down to his lower belly.
“Ah!”
A sensation he’d never felt in his life. To think that tiny nipple on his chest could deliver that numb borderland between pain and pleasure.
A gap opened between Se-min’s lips. His body, which had been growing languid again after the kiss, tensed all over anew. Having neatly quieted him, Cha-hyeon dipped his head and started kissing him again.
“Mm… mmm….”
Pleasure surged from the root of his tongue. Pinned beneath him, receiving Cha-hyeon’s kiss, Se-min felt anchored by the weight.
Because they’d toppled as they were—with Se-min straddling him—Cha-hyeon was already settled between his thighs. Slowly, he ground his hips over the fabric of their underwear.
“Ah—hnn…!”
Their erections rubbed with two layers of cloth between them. White sparks burst across his vision. The heavy shaft pressing and dragging against his felt shockingly alien.
Thunk. Thunk. Each slow grind of their cocks made a dull sound you’d expect mid-coitus.
Cha-hyeon moved his hips in a lazy rhythm as he kissed him.
“…Hnn—uh…!”
Even if only simulated, the visual alone was almost too much for a first-timer like Se-min to handle. His cheeks—and even the rims of his ears—burned hot.
