Hye-seong gasped for breath, rubbing the back of his head against the sheets with his eyes squeezed shut. His hands, unsure of where to go or what to do, lay frozen beside his head.
“Haa, wait, slow d—mmph!”
Before he could even finish his sentence, Yoo Ji-ho pressed their lips together again, as if he couldn’t stand the brief separation.
It was the first time since that day—the day they’d kissed for the first time—that Hye-seong had found himself back on Ji-ho’s bed.
They’d done it a few times since coming into this house, but the difference now was that Yoo Ji-ho was staying close, clinging to him the entire time. No matter how much Hye-seong opened his lips and tried to accept him, Ji-ho seemed to want more than just his saliva—like he wanted to consume even the air in his lungs.
“……”
Hye-seong had assumed it would just be kissing, like always. But when he felt something hard press between his thighs, it finally clicked—what Yoo Ji-ho wanted from him tonight was something entirely different.
His body, which had been nervously fidgeting just moments ago, froze up like ice. In response, Ji-ho pinned his leg down at the knee. The movement made his hips grind more blatantly, making his intent all the more obvious.
At some point, Ji-ho’s hand had slipped under Hye-seong’s T-shirt, which had ridden up to his chest. He hadn’t even reached his nipples yet, but the teasing fingers danced just below, making Hye-seong shudder with a ticklish gasp.
“Huuh…”
Ji-ho kept nuzzling his soft cheek with his lips. And as if that weak moan was a signal, his fingers drifted up and flicked across Hye-seong’s nipple.
“Ah!”
That was when Hye-seong finally snapped, his eyes flying open as he grabbed Ji-ho’s wrist in a panic.
Ji-ho frowned at the sudden interruption but stayed composed, planting a trail of kisses from Hye-seong’s nape up to his jawline, his cheek, and finally his lips once more.
He bit and released his plump lower lip with a ragged breath.
“I want you.”
“…”
Hye-seong looked at him with trembling eyes.
“You really… want to do this with me?”
His voice crumbled, the sentence unraveling in his mouth before it could form.
“I don’t know if I can…”
That’s what Ji-ho had once told him. That being with a man—at most—he might be able to kiss. That was the limit.
But now, Ji-ho’s gaze made it hard to believe that. It was as if he truly desired him, right now. Even the fact that he was waiting through this moment of hesitation—it felt like a miracle.
Biting down on his lip, Hye-seong gave a small nod.
Ji-ho caught the meaning instantly, a smirk curling up at the corner of his mouth.
“Then move your hands.”
Espers often became someone else entirely when they needed a Guide. Ji-ho was no exception right now.
Trying to stay cold and detached, Hye-seong slowly relaxed the grip on his wrist, then accepted the returning kiss. His hands, which had only been loosely holding Ji-ho’s wrist to begin with, dropped away entirely.
Each time the wet tongue scraped and swept across the roof of his mouth, strength drained from his body. The hand teasing his nipple had moved lower now, turning his head into mush. Ji-ho’s fingers, which had been toying with his chest, brushed down to his waistband. As he helped tug down his pants, Hye-seong covered his face with one arm, biting his lips.
“Hhng…”
His heart pounded so hard, it felt like it might burst.
What if… what if he stops midway and says he can’t do it?
Even if he’s only doing this because he’s excited from Guiding—what if he regrets it tomorrow morning? Then what will I…?
Caught in that whirlwind of thoughts, he squeezed his eyes shut and stayed still.
But something felt off.
Ji-ho had already pulled down both his pants and underwear, and yet… nothing was happening.
With a growing sense of dread, Hye-seong lowered the arm covering his face and looked at Ji-ho—then gasped sharply.
“……!”
Ji-ho’s eyes were intently scanning between his parted thighs. He examined Hye-seong’s cock as if he were studying something intriguing. Then, he pressed on the back of his knee, making him spread open even more for a better view.
Apparently pleased with the soft feel of his thighs, Ji-ho kept groping them with his eyes still fixed below.
The moment Hye-seong’s legs were fully spread, a burning heat flooded his face, reaching from his cheeks to his ears. Everything he’d learned or been told about Guiding felt useless now.
“……”
He looked up at Ji-ho hesitantly.
He’d never seen Ji-ho look so serious—so intensely focused. It gave him the feeling that he wasn’t supposed to be watching, that he should avert his gaze… but his eyes kept drifting back to Ji-ho.
He’d been told over and over: Don’t apply civilian common sense to Guiding. This is work. It’s just a supply of energy.
“This… c-could you not look so much…?”
Finally, Hye-seong dropped a hand between his legs as he spoke.
This was his first time, and it was nothing like the theory. Lying naked in front of Yoo Ji-ho—someone he’d admired since he was young—was already humiliating enough. But more than that, it was Ji-ho’s stare that made it unbearable.
“Why not?”
Ji-ho asked the question casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Trying desperately to press his legs together, Hye-seong responded, voice trembling.
“Y-You don’t have to look that closely…”
“……”
Ji-ho narrowed his eyes and looked down at the pathetic sight in front of him.
Despite trying to hide himself with his hand, Hye-seong’s flushed face was fully exposed, looking even more inviting. And Ji-ho hadn’t even touched him yet—he was just looking.
Yet Hye-seong’s body trembled, his pale thighs wide open in the dark, only barely covering his genitals with one hand.
Suddenly impatient, Ji-ho brushed his hand away and ran his fingers along Hye-seong’s cock. At the same time, Hye-seong instinctively reached out and grabbed his wrist.
“Wait, just a second…!”
But Ji-ho didn’t care. He wrapped his hand around him and began stroking up and down. Hye-seong choked on a gasp, his head shaking in alarm.
“Yoo Ji-ho-ssi, this—nngh! I-I don’t think we should…!”
“Why not?”
“Huu… Ah!”
Face twisted between pleasure and panic, Hye-seong squeezed his eyes shut.
The sensation was overwhelming. His knees instinctively tried to close together. But Ji-ho, disliking that reaction, pressed his thighs apart again.
Eventually, Hye-seong cried out:
“J-Just put it in!”
That made Ji-ho pause. Visibly.
Covering his face with both hands, Hye-seong added in a quiet voice,
“I’m okay… You can go ahead…”
This wasn’t about sex—it was about Guiding. The situation was so humiliating that he just wanted to get it over with and disappear from Ji-ho’s sight.
“Ah, right.”
As if something had finally clicked, Ji-ho stopped moving. He even frowned a little, as if annoyed at himself.
“I forgot for a second.”
“Haa… What?”
Suddenly, he started acting like an obedient child. His fingers trailed downward, and looking at Hye-seong’s face, he asked innocently:
“You need it inside to Guide, don’t you?”
“Huh? Wait, w-wait—!”
“Right. This is what you wanted from the start, isn’t it, Hye-seong?”
His hand shamelessly wandered lower, pressing firmly against his entrance, as if ready to push in at any moment. In that instant, Hye-seong swore he saw something flash in Ji-ho’s eyes—like a gleam of predatory intent.
“Just holding hands and cuddling wasn’t enough. That’s why you ran.”
“That’s not it, Ji-ho-ssi, ngh—”
But not even a finger would go in easily. Ji-ho checked below and scowled.
“How is it this tight when you were asking for it?”
“Ahk—It hurts…!”
The unprepared entrance was far too tight.
“If only we had a kit—ah, Ji-ho-ssi, wait, the kit!”
Hye-seong finally remembered it.
The Center-issued Guiding Kit had all the essentials: condoms, lube, everything. And Ji-ho’s house definitely had a stockpile somewhere.
Despite the shame and confusion clouding his mind, he somehow managed to think of it.
But Ji-ho scoffed and laughed, shaking his head.
“Open your mouth. I don’t keep that kind of crap in my house.”
With that, he pressed two fingers against Hye-seong’s lips and shoved them inside.
