“I… I can’t… I can’t breathe right…”
As Woo-jun forcefully spread his thighs and tried to press into the narrow opening, Han-seo trembled, letting out a broken whimper. Woo-jun kissed him gently, trying to soothe him. He nipped softly at Han-seo’s flushed lips, then slowly sucked on them, drawing a moan as Han-seo clung to him tightly.
Seizing the moment, Woo-jun moved more decisively. When breaking someone in after a long time, boldness helped them adjust more quickly. He gripped Han-seo’s slender hips firmly and pulled him down hard. Han-seo sobbed aloud.
“It’s… it’s too fast… it hurts…”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“You’re such a bastard…”
Woo-jun didn’t even try to parse what Han-seo meant by calling him that. He just apologized again. If Han-seo said he was bad, then he was bad. If Han-seo said he was wrong, then he had to be wrong.
Right and wrong—his entire moral compass—was defined by Han-seo. It really was that simple. And Woo-jun was more than willing to live his whole life in that simplicity.
“Hah… ah, ah!”
“I was wrong. I was completely wrong, Han-seo…”
Every time Woo-jun rocked his hips, Han-seo’s contorted face sent a thrill racing through him. The thick cock deep inside was unbearable, and Han-seo couldn’t stop grimacing. His flat stomach bulged slightly at the center.
Woo-jun gently pressed his palm against the swollen area, as if feeling for the shape of himself inside. Han-seo shuddered and gasped, his breathing erratic. From his stiff, trembling cock, a stream of semen leaked out like uncontrolled release.
“I’m dizzy… hah, I can’t breathe… Woo-jun… ah, ah…”
“I don’t know what to do. You’re hurting so much, my Han-seo…”
Woo-jun brushed back the sweat-damp hair clinging to Han-seo’s forehead and kissed the exposed skin with tenderness, but the relentless movements below didn’t stop. Every time he thrust in deep enough for their bodies to press flush, Han-seo’s tear-streaked, flushed face twisted in helpless delirium.
“Ah, ah, hah…”
With each sob, the tight heat inside clenched even harder around him. Woo-jun held Han-seo’s limp ankles resting over his shoulders, lowering his head to bite and suck on the pale calves. Seeing the red blotches bloom across Han-seo’s skin filled him with a primitive satisfaction.
As the guiding progressed, his over-sensitized body should’ve dulled, but his craving only deepened.
Han-seo’s cock, having already climaxed twice, was now soft and drooping with a vulnerable charm. Woo-jun rubbed it lightly with his hand, and Han-seo jerked his head and shoulders violently in protest.
“What? You’re being adorable. Do you want to touch it too, Han-seo? Huh? It’s soft.”
“Damn it… ah, no, stop, ugh, I said no—please, ah, Woo-jun—your hand, please, ah, please…”
Han-seo clawed at the back of Woo-jun’s hand that was fondling him. Was he trying to come again? Woo-jun didn’t mind. Spurred by that thought, he quickened his rhythm without hesitation, guided more by his own selfish affection than any real empathy.
“Hiiik—!”
Unable to endure the heat boiling up in his stomach, Han-seo threw his head back and came again, though only a small amount spilled out—it hadn’t been long since his last release.
The sudden contraction inside triggered Woo-jun’s own climax. Since no lubricant had been used, the space that had once felt impossibly tight now loosened slightly with the movement of fluids.
Han-seo’s face, wet with tears and saliva, looked heartbreakingly beautiful. Woo-jun let out a breathless laugh, as though a hole had been punched through his chest. Even though Woo-jun was still buried inside, still hard, Han-seo simply closed his eyes and quietly accepted the tender kisses raining down on his eyelids.
“Ugh… it’s salty.”
“Do you want it to be sweet instead?”
“…It was sweet.”
Woo-jun, who had been licking the wet trails down Han-seo’s cheeks, stuck out his tongue in mock disgust. Han-seo let out a soft laugh, then kissed him, winding his tongue around Woo-jun’s. Every time their sticky tongues tangled, a wave of dizziness washed over him.
Unable to hold back, Woo-jun began moving his hips again, slowly. The pace was nothing like before—deliberate, barely brushing against the most sensitive spots, enough to drive someone insane.
“Ah… not there…”
The now pliant walls inside responded greedily, clenching as if to pull him in. A milky liquid dribbled from where their bodies met. Woo-jun absentmindedly pinched Han-seo’s stiff nipples, oblivious to the way Han-seo burned with growing frustration. His calloused fingers rolled over the sensitive buds roughly, making Han-seo’s breath stutter with every touch.
As if intent on drawing it out, Woo-jun kept the pace excruciatingly slow. It might have been easier to just lose themselves in the chaos and cry. But this kind of drawn-out climax—one that built heat little by little—demanded more stamina than either of them had left.
“Han-seo… did you know you have a mole here?”
“Ugh… no, how would I? I can’t see it…”
“How can there be a mole in such a place? It’s adorable.”
The tender skin stretching from Han-seo’s forearm to his armpit bore a tiny mole—like a dot made with the tip of a pencil—and it was impossibly cute. Woo-jun explored every inch of his guide’s body with the fervor of a man starved, as if he meant to devour him whole.
He licked Han-seo’s toes with visible delight and pressed his lips reverently to the curve of his spine, which was especially sensitive to touch.
The damp leather sofa groaned beneath them, but neither of them registered the sound. The sticky sensation of sweat-drenched skin clinging to his fingertips sent shivers of ecstasy down Woo-jun’s spine.
“Han-seo.”
“…What now?”
“You’re wet again. Up front.”
Of course I’m wet, you lunatic—you were just biting and sucking on it… Han-seo didn’t even have the energy to scold him. Instead, he simply pushed Woo-jun’s forehead away with a weary hand.
Woo-jun, who had been kneeling under the sofa, nestled between Han-seo’s legs, looked up at him with a bright smile before lowering his head to press his lips to Han-seo’s now-flaccid cock once again.
Han-seo’s body had long since passed the point of exhaustion. No matter how stimulated he felt, fatigue outweighed everything else. Even the instinctive push to regulate the guiding had evaporated. Meanwhile, Woo-jun seemed to grow more energized with each passing minute, while Han-seo was being utterly drained.
“We’ve put out the emergency fire.”
Han-seo swallowed hard, instinctively bracing for whatever came next. Truthfully, if he closed his eyes right now, he could fall asleep in an instant.
Let’s just take a shower and sleep. Please. Please, just sleep, Woo-jun.
“Let’s move to the bed! Your back must be killing you, Han-seo.”
“…Ha.”
“Why…? Do you… dislike the idea?”
Knowing he’d really stop if he said yes only made Han-seo’s head throb. He was human too. It wasn’t as if he disliked the feeling of the boyfriend he loved—who had been pent up for days—kneeling between his legs, sucking on him with sparkly eyes like he was worshiping him.
“No, I do. I like it. Way too much… Yeah, I fucking love it.”
How could he not? Of course he did. The problem was that his body couldn’t keep up.
But Woo-jun, who had suggested going to bed for the sake of Han-seo’s back, couldn’t even hold himself back during the short walk from the living room to the bedroom. He started sucking again mid-way. In the end, Han-seo ended up bracing against the wall, crying out as he was taken once more. Their joyful return to everyday life began with a total depletion of his stamina.
“I love you, Han-seo. I missed you so much.”
Yeah. This damn love was the real culprit.
“…I love you too, you crazy bastard…”
“So, let’s really—really—do it one last time…”
“Do you want it from behind?”
“Yeah. Just go ahead and kill me.”
“…Ha.”
It was a bit much to deal with. But somehow, it still felt… happy.
***
Han-seo, who had been complaining about his aching back ever since they started on the sofa, had already passed out cold. Once they returned to their lodgings and he’d come back to his senses, Woo-jun had stripped him bare and indulged himself as much as he pleased—kissing, biting, and sucking without restraint. At this point, it seemed better to let him sleep than to try waking him for a late meal.
Once on the sofa. Once during the move to the bedroom. And once more in bed, sweetly coaxed with the promise that it would be the last time. Honestly, Woo-jun’s real goal had been to finish perfectly with a warm bath and a gentle rubdown. But—
“Waa, you fucking lunatic—ugh—just take the guiding already, ugh…”
“Mmm… Our Han-seo’s still adorable, even when he’s crying…”
In the end, Woo-jun genuinely wanted to be a good esper who listened to his guide, and a model boyfriend who obeyed Han-seo’s words. So, in the bathroom, he really did restrain himself and simply gave Han-seo a proper wash. Han-seo, who had already been nodding off while sitting in the tub, fully conked out as Woo-jun washed and gently dried his hair.
