He undid a few buttons, revealing his bare chest in full. Even though Woo-jun had drawn the line at the stomach, he didn’t seem to care about showing off his chest—Han-seo couldn’t help but find his dazed expression both silly and adorable.
As Woo-jun chuckled to himself mid-unbuttoning, Han-seo asked, “…You’re not gonna touch me?” Though he hadn’t meant to sound flirtatious, the end of his sentence came out naturally soft and coy.
“I’m not touching,” Woo-jun replied a little too quickly—only to kiss Han-seo’s collarbone right after and begin trailing his mouth lower. His lips parted as he sucked gently on the smooth skin of Han-seo’s shoulders and chest, just firm enough to nibble on without leaving marks.
The soft, pliant nipples responded fast. All it took was a few lazy brushes of Woo-jun’s lips, and they were already standing stiff. He narrowed his tongue to a point and flicked it over one nipple, teasing it with light licks.
“Mmngh, that tickles…”
“Tickles? That won’t do. Want me to bite? Make it hurt a little?”
Whether he really felt ticklish or not didn’t matter. Han-seo’s bratty tone was deliberate, and Woo-jun was more than willing to play along. Han-seo didn’t answer—he just pushed Woo-jun’s head down with one hand. Woo-jun’s sharp nose nudged into his skin, and the press of his teeth became clear and distinct.
“Hhh… ngh, ah.”
Woo-jun relaxed his lips and suctioned around the whole areola, grinding his teeth softly into the stiffened bud. Han-seo could only tremble and let out shaky moans. The untouched nipple on the other side stood firm as well, twitching in response—and it was driving Woo-jun to distraction.
He grabbed the other side in a rush, its familiar weight settling into his palm. The tender skin reddened with every squeeze, marked by his fingers. Though Han-seo was naturally slender and didn’t have much to grab, the fact that this chest—these small nipples—belonged to him was more than enough to set Woo-jun off.
Both nipples were soon pinched, bitten, and sucked on in turn until they swelled as if waterlogged. They were so sensitive that even the brush of a breath made Han-seo flinch and draw his shoulders in.
Woo-jun wet his thumbs with saliva and slowly circled the nipples with the pads, drawing lazy spirals. Han-seo whimpered that it hurt, but the guiding wave spikes that pulsed through his body with each motion told the truth—his insides were buzzing.
“Stop teasing already… okay? Baby, Woo-jun…”
The way Han-seo lifted his hips made it obvious what he wanted, but Woo-jun continued to toy with his nipples like he didn’t get the hint. “Yaaah, Park Woo-jun!” Even his scolding was starting to drip with need. Woo-jun just grinned and gave one nipple a firm pinch.
“Ahh! Ngh—! That hurts!”
“You say it hurts, but look at you. Are you sure you’re not enjoying this, baby?”
Han-seo flinched the moment his nipple was pinched. And at some point, without him noticing, the front of his pajama pants had become soaked. Against the light blue fabric, a dark, round spot bloomed like ink in water. It was such a perfect dot, it made Woo-jun’s mouth water.
He wanted to yank down those pajama pants, bury his face in that flushed, sensitive cock, and suck him dry until he was crying and coming all at once. But he kept his twisted desire well hidden behind a smile. He was clearly up to something.
Han-seo, eyes red at the corners, gave him a side glance. “What now? What do you want?”
“Hehehe…”
“Spit it out already. You know you look like a total pervert when you laugh like that?”
Stupid Han-seo… Woo-jun wasn’t like a pervert. He was one. But he swallowed that truth and smirked instead, reaching for the last two buttons on Han-seo’s pajamas.
“Let me touch your belly.”
“Oh, for real…”
“Please? Han-seo’s belly… all soft and warm… I just wanna touch it. Please?”
He didn’t even wait for permission. His hands undid the final buttons and slipped under the fabric, stroking and groping however he pleased. Even if Han-seo had gained a little weight lately, it was barely noticeable—just slightly looser skin—but he still blushed furiously, moaning quietly with a face full of resentment.
“Ugh, hey! Park Woo-jun!”
“What? You said I could touch you.”
The heat from Woo-jun’s palm was intense. When Han-seo looked down, he saw that his pants were already half off. Woo-jun’s swollen cockhead was rubbing slowly under his navel, leaving streaks of sticky precum in its wake.
“Hehe. Whether it’s my hand or my cock, touching’s the same, right?”
“Are you insane? What do you mean ‘the same’? Do you shake hands with your cock too?”
“Got it. From now on, I’ll shake hands with you using my cock. You should’ve said something sooner.”
Completely unfazed, Woo-jun smiled sweetly and tugged down Han-seo’s pants and underwear in one go. Then, without warning, he grabbed both their cocks and pressed them together. The sudden heat and contact left Han-seo breathless, unable to even form a complaint—he just shuddered and cried out.
“Haaah! Ah—nngh!”
“See? A handshake—wait, no. When it’s cock-to-cock, let’s call it a kiss. How’s that, baby?”
This—this crazy pervert bastard… I love him so damn much…
The thought flickered through Han-seo’s fevered brain as he panted, mouth open. Woo-jun didn’t waste time—he pushed his thick tongue past those parted lips without hesitation.
Woo-jun licked along the roof of Han-seo’s mouth, then sucked gently at the base of his tongue, drawing it out without hurting him. Each wet pull sent tremors through Han-seo’s throat, his moans—mmngh, nghh—reverberating like echoes inside his mouth.
Their cocks, both stiff and throbbing with urgency, rubbed against each other in Woo-jun’s large hand like they were fighting for space. Slick and slippery with precum, they ground together messily, indistinguishable in the haze of lust. Woo-jun’s grip pumped with maddening speed, each stroke blindingly intense.
“Hh—nngh! Ahh, hnngh…!”
With his mouth sealed in a rough kiss and his cock gripped in a tight, unforgiving hold, Han-seo couldn’t even moan properly. His whole body quaked as he came, spasming under Woo-jun’s hand. The thick spurts of cum spilled out, his vision going stark white with the rush.
Woo-jun wasn’t far behind. His cock twitched, gathering pressure, and right at the brink of climax, he finally released Han-seo’s shaft. He shifted quickly, lifting his hips just enough so that his tip rested right in the hollow of Han-seo’s navel.
“Haa… haah…”
With each labored breath, his release poured hot across Han-seo’s stomach. Han-seo’s abs—finally showing definition after months of training—glistened as he rubbed the head of his cock along them, dragging his cum across the ridges without restraint.
“Poor baby… It’s so soft right here. Rubbing against it feels so damn good. But you… you can’t even use yours like this, huh…”
He mumbled the words with a dazed, sincere look on his face, which only made Han-seo flush harder in humiliation.
Whether he knew or just didn’t care, Woo-jun stayed blissed out, even humming a little tune as he casually scooped up the sticky mess coating their bodies. He brought his hand to the cleft of Han-seo’s ass, pressing the warmth in.
They’d done this nearly every day when there wasn’t a mission, so Han-seo’s hole, no longer shy, swallowed up two of Woo-jun’s thick fingers in one smooth gulp—no whining, no resistance.
He plunged in deep, then scissored them apart, spreading him wide. With a twist of his wrist, he pressed his middle finger against the sensitive bump inside. Han-seo’s breath hitched, and a choked moan spilled from his parted lips.
Woo-jun kissed him again, smearing affection between each breathless thrust of his fingers. Han-seo’s lips, which had smelled like fresh apples just a little while ago, were now flushed and burning. And somehow, that was even better.
“Baby… I—hah… right there. Right there, mmm, ngh…”
One hand still braced against the couch, Han-seo brought the other to his chest. He rubbed his own swollen nipple with Woo-jun’s rough palm, panting raggedly. The saliva had long since dried, but the stray droplets of cum left his skin sticky and slick.
This brat… doesn’t know how dangerous Espers can be. He’s really asking for it…
Woo-jun bit down hard on his own lip, forcing himself to stay grounded. Without equal physical strength, if he lost control now, he could seriously hurt Han-seo—and that thought alone was enough to rein in his instincts.
Even so, his cock was still hard, not the least bit softened after coming. He lined it up and thrust into Han-seo’s loosened hole in one smooth motion.
Their moans rang out at the same time, deep and breathless.
Woo-jun grabbed the backs of Han-seo’s knees and pushed them up, folding him nearly in half. The change in angle let him sink in even deeper, his cock pressing flush against Han-seo’s inner walls.
“Nnngh! Ahn—ah, hhng, nghh!”
Woo-jun didn’t slow down. He pounded into him hard, hips driving in with a relentless rhythm. Han-seo’s breaths broke in stuttering gasps as he clung to the sensation, eyes squeezed shut. The slap of bare skin echoed around them, mixing with the creaking moans of the sofa beneath.
It was raw. It was overwhelming. It was pleasure edged with violence—and it sent shockwaves straight to the spine.
