As he rubbed his tongue the way one would during a kiss, the finger swept across the inside of his mouth as if scooping out saliva, then slipped free and moved downward again.
The moment the damp liquid touched him, his body jolted, and the finger slid inside. When it went in all the way and slowly pulled back, the clinging flesh felt as though it were trying to keep it from leaving.
So Yoo Ji-ho thrust his finger back in without a hint of hesitation.
“Ah… it feels weird, ugh!”
Grimacing at the tight inner walls still clamping hard around his finger, Yoo Ji-ho lowered his head, eyes fixed on the thing he’d been noticing for a while now, and closed his lips around it.
“Ah— ugh, wait!”
When warm, wet lips licked and lightly bit his nipple, the inner walls biting down on the finger only clenched harder. He hadn’t realized it when he’d touched it earlier, but up close the color looked flushed, as if something had been applied.
It was the exact same color as Baek Hye-seong’s cock earlier. So this is how it can look, he thought.
Before he knew it, the once-rigid entrance had begun to accept his finger more easily. Wanting to see again what he’d seen a moment ago, Yoo Ji-ho pushed in another finger, then lifted his mouth from the now-red, glistening nipple.
A moment ago the cock had been only half erect, but now it was pressed flat against his stomach. As if suddenly getting impatient, Yoo Ji-ho drove his fingers in deeper, pressing hard. Hye-seong’s arms came up and wrapped around Ji-ho’s neck.
“Hngh, ugh, this feels so weird…!”
Each time another finger entered, Hye-seong clung to him. Still holding onto Ji-ho and moaning, he suddenly seemed to regain a bit of clarity and pulled away.
“S-sorry.”
“……”
The moment he had wrapped his arms around Ji-ho’s neck, Ji-ho had supported his back—making him realize he had actually been hanging on him. Acting as though he had recovered a shred of composure, Hye-seong looked down at his lower body and made a sound close to crying. The number of fingers inside him had increased again.
It hurt, but every so often, whenever something pressed the right spot, he felt like he might lose consciousness. What if Ji-ho tried to push in four fingers next? The thought terrified him. This should already be more than enough—how long was he planning to keep going…?
Just as those thoughts flickered through his mind and he slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes met Yoo Ji-ho’s.
“Ah…!”
At the same moment, all the fingers stirring inside him slipped out. Yoo Ji-ho straightened up and tore off his upper clothing.
Hye-seong swallowed hard. The undershirt beneath the combat uniform peeled away, revealing a solid, toned body.
When Ji-ho then pushed his pants down, Hye-seong was left stunned.
He had never once imagined anything like that.
He finally understood why Ji-ho had been so intent on stretching him open even in such a desperate situation—and he couldn’t believe Ji-ho had been holding back in that state. The cock springing free was nothing like his beautiful face suggested.
Yoo Ji-ho was a little paler than most people, but that part alone was flushed a fierce reddish color. Veins bulged along the entire length, the sheer presence of it so intimidating that Hye-seong couldn’t even bring himself to look straight at it.
How am I supposed to take that?
While he sat frozen like stone, Ji-ho rubbed the shaft a few times with his hand and brought it right up to the entrance. The wet tip dragged against the slightly softened opening with a slick sound.
Even that made him let out a low groan. Then, as though he were spreading lubricant with the tip, he aimed directly and pushed in fast.
“Ugh—ah!”
Hye-seong let out a short cry, startled. Ji-ho thrust briefly, pulled out, and rubbed along the entrance again, making Hye-seong exhale in relief. But when he pushed in again, Hye-seong twitched as if his breath had been knocked out.
“You’re gonna snap my cock biting down like that. Ease up.”
In a low voice, Ji-ho pushed a little deeper, then drew his hips back.
Beneath the large body brimming with twitching muscle, the pale body lying directly under him began rocking up and down. Eyes squeezed shut, hand clapped over his mouth, Hye-seong struggled to breathe.
“Hhmp…!”
This time he felt like he might faint purely from the pain. The thick shaft split him open and pressed brutally into his inner walls, inch by inch driving deeper. Every time it sank farther, Hye-seong’s arms and legs flailed helplessly.
He regretted saying he was embarrassed and that Ji-ho should just put it in.
“Hngh, w-wait, wait!”
“…Huh?”
As if belatedly coming to his senses, Ji-ho answered—and then drove his hips even deeper.
Unable to endure, Hye-seong grabbed his forearm. Ji-ho leaned down toward him, and the shaft buried inside kept moving. He wanted to beg him to stop, but every time it struck deep in his belly, his mind went blank.
“Hhngh, Yoo Ji-ho, ah—!”
“Haah… hah…”
Ji-ho grasped his face, rubbed his lips against Hye-seong’s cheek, and groaned. Hearing the low moan, Hye-seong slowly stopped thrashing.
It hurt—but if he endured a little longer, he could help. Even in the haze, he tried to focus on Ji-ho’s face.
Brow tightly knit, he looked utterly absorbed in the act. The heat radiating from him, the gaze sweeping across Hye-seong’s body—it all felt scorching.
“Haah… why do you keep telling me to stop, hmm?”
“Hngh—n-no, keep… ah!”
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way Ji-ho spoke in breathless, heated whispers. Remaining still for a moment, Hye-seong shuddered as something inside his belly was pressed hard, his legs instinctively curling inward.
He could feel his insides clinging desperately to the thick cock stirring deep within him. He had no idea what was happening to his body anymore.
His uncontrollable body convulsed and tightened again.
“Hhaa—ah!”
“……”
Ji-ho must have felt it too—he clenched his teeth and let out a low curse. At the same time, Hye-seong felt something hot gush inside him.
“Haa, ugh—aaagh…!”
Rubbing his head against the pillow, Hye-seong moaned. His curled toes scraped at the mattress as if trying to escape. His belly felt so full it seemed ready to swell further.
He hadn’t planned on stopping him. He wanted to see Ji-ho move. To take it in with his eyes. But his hand, acting against his will, pushed weakly at Ji-ho’s stomach. His vision had gone so white he could barely see.
Ji-ho furrowed his brow and pulled Hye-seong’s wrist aside, kissing all over his exposed neck and face.
When Hye-seong started making noise again at the shallow thrusts, Ji-ho kept his mouth pressed to him and groaned in a breathless, elated whisper.
“Haah, fuck…”
“Hngh—n-now, please pull out, ah—…”
“How am I supposed to pull out when you’re squeezing like this, hmm?”
“Ugh—t-that’s not…”
Eyes struggling to regain focus fluttered rapidly as Hye-seong shook his head, panting.
“Not what?”
“It’s too big, so… ahhk!”
Before he finished, a large hand slid down and gripped his hips, spreading them apart. And through the widened gap, the cock began thrusting in earnest. Tears already gathering, Hye-seong rubbed at his damp eyes with the back of his hand and whimpered.
“Why—y-you came already, ah…! Haa, ah, ugh!”
His whole body shook violently, incomparable to before. Rocked by the relentless thrusts, he squeezed his eyes shut and clung to Ji-ho again, as though begging for mercy. A low chuckle brushed Hye-seong’s ear.
At that sound, his eyes, which had flown open wide, drifted closed once more. Whenever Ji-ho did this, Hye-seong couldn’t help but melt into him.
“Haah… ah, Hye-seong…”
“H-hahhh…”
Hye-seong wrapped his arms around Ji-ho’s back. The pain and unfamiliar pleasure became just barely bearable.
A fleeting thought crossed his mind—was Ji-ho so lost to Guiding that he no longer recognized him? He tried to push the idea aside.
It wasn’t just words. Ji-ho genuinely wanted his guiding. He was truly helping him now—helping as Yoo Ji-ho’s guide.
Ji-ho pulled back slightly and looked at his face. Hye-seong’s heavy-lidded eyes fluttered open, pupils dazed far more than usual.
“Haah… Hye-seong.”
“Hngh… yeesss…”
Even while the sensation of being stirred inside didn’t stop for a moment, making him wince, Hye-seong forced himself to answer Ji-ho’s call. Ji-ho stared at him quietly, then murmured low.
“I guess… we’ll have to go for that walk later.”
“…Huh? Why?”
“Can’t exactly go walking around with my cock still inside you, can I? Hmm?”
“……”
Remembering what he had forgotten, Hye-seong blinked blankly—then his expression tightened little by little. His gaze wavered as he looked up at Ji-ho.
“Why… why would you say it like that…”
Seeing the large eyes fill quickly with tears, Ji-ho wondered if he’d made some kind of mistake.
Ah—Baek Hye-seong must have really wanted to go on that walk today.
