Cha-hyeon muttered like he’d only just realized something. But judging by the spark in his eyes, it was obvious this wasn’t some brand-new thought.
Even though he was merely stating the situation, an oddly unbearable tension coiled up inside Se-min. His face began to burn, and he furtively averted his eyes.
“…Uh? Right….”
His tightly clenched fist trembled with the force he was putting into it. Cha-hyeon’s low chuckle tickled his ear.
“There’s no one here to interrupt, is there?”
As if something had dawned on him, Se-min’s gaze slowly lifted to Cha-hyeon. The man’s smile deepened.
“And it’s not like anyone’s going to broadcast that your back gave out, Se-min….”
His already-heated face flushed scarlet in an instant. He’d immediately grasped what the other wanted to say.
“Don’t worry. I told you we wouldn’t go all the way here.”
Se-min’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard. At last, he understood the source of that inexplicable tension.
There was one thing different from usual: Cha-hyeon had started treating Se-min like his lover.
The moment he became conscious of that, his heart cinched even tighter. It was almost strange he hadn’t noticed the sexual tension saturating the room until now.
“So? Want to go all the way today? Sex guiding.”
His gentle voice came out like a seductive coaxing. Red to the rims of his ears, Se-min’s heart started pounding.
“Nngh….”
Naturally, the first close-contact guiding they’d done at the hospital flashed through his mind—pleasure on an entirely different level from when he took care of himself alone; a body that heated eagerly under those quasi-sex acts; stimulation that was borderline too intense.
Since he’d woken up to sex in puberty—like most guys his age—Se-min had entertained countless fantasies. Often—no, honestly, a lot—he’d swallowed hard imagining what it would feel like to guide his Hyung.
Their last guiding had been great, but he was curious whether going a step further, the way other paired partners did, would feel even better. Besides, every Esper/Guide knew the talk: sex during guiding was that good.
Because he was always starving for guiding with Cha-hyeon, of course he would’ve gladly accepted the offer.
…If only he hadn’t seen his hyung’s size back then.
Remembering that near-weapon size, the color drained from his face. Was… that even a feasible size? In his fantasies he’d always been the one taking it, but that was before he’d seen Hyung’s there with his own eyes.
Turning over the comparison—roughly the size of those tumblers that were all the rage in America lately—he couldn’t bring himself to say yes. Caught between his role as a Guide and his personal pain, his lips just opened and closed.
“Th…at.”
Just then, Cha-hyeon’s hand brushed the heated rim of his ear. The cool touch made him flinch with a soft moan, his shoulders hunching.
“Ugh…!”
When fingertips teased that sensitive spot, gooseflesh rippled up. Eyes gone round, he looked at Cha-hyeon. The other man’s eyes smiled.
“Se-min keeps hesitating.”
“…H-h, mmph…!”
“While you think it over… Hyung will just get guided on his own.”
Drawling lazily, his hand slid up to cradle the back of Se-min’s neck. The mix of a tickle and a chill made his shoulders hunch again.
“W-what, ngh…!”
The fingers gripping his nape tightened, and then Cha-hyeon bent his head, coming closer. He naturally predicted what would follow, but with his mind going muzzy, it felt unreal—like a dream.
The dreamy haze melted the instant their lips touched. When the quiet press softened open, coaxing, his own lips followed and parted too.
“Hhp…!”
A hot, supple tongue brushed his. The unfamiliar sensation made him jolt and shiver. Without thinking, he grabbed Cha-hyeon’s hem—and as if that were a signal, their tongues twined.
Tongue-tips rubbing, exploring his mouth—along with that alien thrill—his guiding energy began to flow slowly into Cha-hyeon.
For a while, the room held only wet sounds. Unhurriedly tangling tongues and savoring soft mucous membranes, pleasure bloomed fast. Before his tightly shut eyes could fully fog over, their lips parted.
“Nn, mmph, haa….”
With a cute little smack, their mouths broke into a curve. Looking down, Cha-hyeon took in Se-min’s flushed, panting face. Teasing, he asked,
“Well? Still thinking it over?”
“…Hyung! Hngh!”
Annoyed by the mocking lilt, he raised his voice—only to have his mouth devoured again. He squeezed his eyelids shut so hard a crease formed at the bridge of his nose.
It was another slow kiss. Each time that tongue leisurely explored him, even the tiniest movements lit up as delicate sparks. The hand at his neck slid down, drifting lower.
“…Hhiik!”
Those long-knuckled fingers went to his ass. When it was suddenly grabbed, he trembled all over again. Tensing his butt and lower belly naturally sent a response further down.
As if to toy with his flesh, the hand that had seized his backside tickled along the curve with its fingertips. Out of nowhere, he recalled that hand tracing his perineum, then rubbing the tightly closed, dry entrance—a gesture that had stirred a bizarre mix of arousal and unease.
He felt himself go fully hard. The tingling surge of sensation turned his head hazy.
“Hngh, mmm… Ha….”
The hand that had been gripping his lean butt climbed back up, unhurried. His sensitized body could feel that touch even through his clothes.
A big hand slipped under his sweatshirt. The instant another person’s palm met bare skin, he startled enough to snap his eyes open, a small sound escaping.
“…Ah!”
Their lips broke apart abruptly, and Cha-hyeon’s eyes narrowed to slits. The gaze looking down at him was dark as night. He swallowed.
But without a word, Cha-hyeon sealed their mouths again. His other hand slid under the sweatshirt too. The faintly cool touch against his skin sent a new wave of goosebumps racing along him.
The chill lasted only a moment; cradled by hands stroking his lower back and the shivery pleasure of their mingled tongues, his mind steadily blurred. He had the creeping sense that if this kept going—if they kept exploring each other deeper and deeper—he’d soon feel so good his brain would go blank.
“Ah, yeah, mmm….”
A moan slipped out before he knew it. Cha-hyeon’s soft laugh puffed against his skin. With another little smack, he lifted his lips from Se-min’s and pressed them to his cheek.
Lips, warm and plush from arousal, met his overheated cheek. For someone who usually projected such a solid image, it was almost startling that Cha-hyeon had a part this soft.
Those velvety lips wandered over his cheek and, without warning, nipped his earlobe. Startled, his shoulders jerked.
“Ah!”
A playful laugh burrowed into his ear. Still stroking the waist under his sweatshirt, he dipped his head and set his lips to the fine line of his jaw.
“How about now? Is Se-min still thinking?”
Half-melted and boneless, he shot him a sidelong glare. But with his chin propped on Se-min’s shoulder as he drew in a deep breath, Cha-hyeon didn’t see it.
Slowly, he shifted as if to rest his forehead against Se-min’s shoulder. Drawing in another deep breath, he murmured,
“Smells like Ji Se-min.”
“…I washed this morning.”
Because of the connotation of the word “smell,” he tacked on a defensive clarification. For whatever reason, Cha-hyeon let out another soft snort.
“Yeah. Hyung saw you wash.”
It wasn’t wrong—he’d watched him go into the bathroom, heard the shower, and seen him come out freshly washed—but Cha-hyeon had a knack for making things sound suggestive.
Unable to muster a retort, he threw a dumbfounded side-eye. In that moment, Cha-hyeon lifted his forehead from where it had been resting.
The hand that had been toying with his waist slipped out from under the sweatshirt. The warmth that had soaked into his skin left him oddly cool for a beat, and then Cha-hyeon grabbed the hem of his top and pushed it up.
Bare skin flashed into the open, and the cool air chilled him. His stomach tightened as he jolted in surprise.
“Ugh…! Ah, Hyung! What—!”
His flustered words cut off. Cha-hyeon had crouched down, hiking the top high enough to bare his chest.
Tongue out, he hovered as if about to lick the stiff, insistent little peaks. Eyes wide, Se-min’s lips parted. Meeting his gaze, Cha-hyeon looked up at his Guide with his tongue still out.
Was he going to use his mouth? It had felt good when Hyung teased his nipples by hand last time; if he used his tongue, what kind of pleasure would that bring?
He didn’t blink once. The sight was strangely erotic. Spellbound, unable to look away, he swallowed—just a tiny bob of the throat.
The corner of Cha-hyeon’s mouth curled. Smiling with his tongue still out made him oddly snake-like. With zero immunity to things like this, Se-min could only pant in shallow breaths.
Something in his head threatened to snap—a destructive urge to lose his mind and pounce. Like a blaze about to catch and spread, that fierce impulse surged and swayed, taking him over.
“Ah… right.”
But then Cha-hyeon slowly drew his head back. From where he’d been below, he straightened up, his gaze sliding upward. The hand holding the shirt just high enough to bare his chest slackened a little.
“Is Se-min still on the fence?”
“…Shit. You’re messing with me, Hyung?”
In the end, he swore and grabbed for Cha-hyeon’s neck first. He yanked him in and mashed their mouths together. Cha-hyeon’s eyes flew round for a beat, then drifted sweetly shut. From their joined lips, he could tell the man was smiling.
