Hye-seong squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. He wiped his wet cheeks with his sleeve, his voice trembling as he spoke, his words occasionally cut off by his ragged breathing.
“Yoo Ji-ho… is really… sniff, a good person…”
“I’m not that kind of person.”
“No, I mean it… he really is…”
The words came out slightly different from what he’d intended, but Hye-seong, too busy holding back his tears, didn’t notice.
His voice was weak, almost a whisper, and his lowered lashes were still damp. Ji-ho was still bewildered—he couldn’t understand what had moved Hye-seong so deeply that he was crying, his nose reddened to the tip.
But in any case, his goal had been achieved. Baek Hye-seong’s admiration for him was purer than Ji-ho had expected. Whether Hye-seong felt that way about others or not, Ji-ho couldn’t deny that this situation was convenient for him.
Because now he knew for certain: guiding only worked with this boy.
A subtle thrill ran through him at the sight of Hye-seong crying and saying he was a good person. Ji-ho gripped the nape of Hye-seong’s neck and spoke. The garden around them was slowly darkening, and his eyes gleamed sharper than usual.
Hye-seong closed his wet eyes and obediently accepted Ji-ho’s lips. His breath, still uneven from crying, hitched in a way that was uncharacteristically desperate.
But Ji-ho didn’t stop—he sucked on Hye-seong’s lips as if he intended to steal every last breath from him.
“Open your mouth.”
“Hnng—yes…”
When Hye-seong’s lips, which kept trying to close, finally parted, Ji-ho’s tongue urgently slipped inside.
After a long time of following the tongue that explored his mouth, Hye-seong unconsciously pulled away, breathless, only to realize that his legs were wrapped around Ji-ho’s waist. He hadn’t even noticed when their positions had shifted.
The world outside was growing darker, but they were still in an outdoor space.
Startled, Hye-seong tried to sit up, but Ji-ho, who had been nuzzling his cheek, pressed down firmly on his shoulder.
“Where are you going?”
“H-here… someone might see…”
Ji-ho pulled away and looked at Hye-seong. Confused, he shook his head, his expression fearful. Ji-ho, not understanding, asked, “Why?”
“What if someone sees us…?”
Hye-seong sniffled as he spoke. His body, still trembling in Ji-ho’s arms, hadn’t yet recovered from the tears.
“What?”
“…”
Ji-ho stared down at him with dark, gleaming eyes.
Ah. Should I make him cry more?
As Ji-ho seemed to ponder, Hye-seong fidgeted. But when Ji-ho showed no sign of loosening his grip, Hye-seong pleaded, “Ji-ho…”
“…”
For some reason, something else had been stirring inside him since earlier. He mentally calculated whether the guiding was urgent, but that wasn’t it.
Ji-ho, who had been frowning slightly, clicked his tongue in annoyance and stood up. Hye-seong gasped as he was suddenly lifted.
“Stay still.”
“…Yes.”
He stopped moving immediately. Leaning his head against Ji-ho’s shoulder, he waited, only to find himself in Ji-ho’s bedroom. Hye-seong sat on the bed as instructed, looking up at Ji-ho in bewilderment.
“Arms up.”
At those words, as if trained, Hye-seong reflexively raised his arms. His shirt was pulled off over his uplifted arms in one swift motion.
“Huh?”
The sudden chill on his bare skin snapped him back to reality. Hye-seong hastily wiped his tear-streaked face and looked at Ji-ho.
Ji-ho’s intentions were clear—even Hye-seong could tell that much.
He… wants that.
The thought of enduring that pain again made his already trembling body stiffen. The sensation of his body being split in half was still vivid in his memory.
A different kind of tension from the first time, when he had been completely unaware, began to creep in.
Like Hye-seong, Ji-ho had removed his own shirt. He leaned in, pressing his lips to Hye-seong’s neck as he pushed him back onto the bed.
Hye-seong closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. If it’s like last time, Ji-ho will hold me tightly, kiss me gently… If I just endure the pain a little…
“Nnngh—!”
Before he could finish preparing himself, Ji-ho’s fingers brushed his chest, pinching the sensitive nub. A whimper escaped Hye-seong’s lips as Ji-ho twisted it between his fingers. The sharp pain made him arch his back, but Ji-ho only tightened his grip, pulling at it several more times. Hye-seong grabbed Ji-ho’s wrist in desperation, but Ji-ho was relentless, only patting Hye-seong’s waist with his other hand in a feigned attempt to soothe him.
“Ugh! Ahh!”
Hye-seong writhed on the bed as Ji-ho continued to twist and pull, until he finally cried out,
“It—it hurts…!”
He had thought this was guiding time, but all Ji-ho did was torment his nipples. Hye-seong glared at him with resentful eyes—he had to work harder at guiding now that he was living with him, but the process was already off to a rough start.
Ji-ho, who had paused at the unfamiliar look in Hye-seong’s eyes, slowly lowered his gaze.
Even from just a brief tease, Hye-seong’s chest was already flushed red. He thought only his nipples had been touched, but the surrounding skin bore marks as well, as if Ji-ho’s nails had grazed him.
Did I dig my nails in? Ji-ho thought for a moment but didn’t recall doing so. Hye-seong’s skin must have been prone to marking.
Especially striking was the contrast—the usually soft pink had darkened to a deep red, swollen and prominent, while the untouched side remained normal. The difference was glaring.
“W-why are you…?”
“…”
Ji-ho’s eyes lit up as he alternated his gaze between both sides, fascinated by how easily Hye-seong’s skin reacted.
His hand slid down to Hye-seong’s waist, and his lips, which had been on his neck, slowly descended toward his chest.
“Ah…?”
Hye-seong’s pupils dilated as he watched Ji-ho’s head lower. No way… no way…
A gasp escaped him as Ji-ho’s mouth closed around the sensitive peak. The swollen nipple was enveloped in warm, wet heat.
“W-wait, ahh—!”
Ji-ho flicked his tongue against the nipple inside his mouth, then sucked hard. Hye-seong’s back arched, a moan tearing from his throat. He tried to twist away, but Ji-ho’s firm grip kept him in place. His hands flailed helplessly near his own chest, unable to bring himself to touch Ji-ho’s head.
“Hnng, ahh, this is—!”
Ji-ho ignored his struggles and began to nibble at the hardened bud. When his tongue soothed the ache, Hye-seong bit his lip to stifle the strange sounds threatening to escape.
After tormenting one side for what felt like forever, Ji-ho finally pulled away. Hye-seong looked down dazedly.
Ji-ho wiped his wet lips and flicked the even more prominent nipple with his finger, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Why are you doing this…?”
Hye-seong, who had been staring blankly, only now felt a belated wave of shame at Ji-ho’s smirk. He tried to cover his chest, his neck and ears flushed bright red.
Glancing down at his chest, Hye-seong saw the glistening saliva on his nipple and didn’t understand why Ji-ho had suddenly put his mouth there. The lingering sensation was so strange he wanted to blow on it to cool it down.
“Huh? N-no, not again—ahh!”
But before he could recover, Ji-ho moved to the other side, his mouth closing around the untouched nipple. His free hand slid up, flicking the already abused bud. Ji-ho, his lips still sealed around Hye-seong, spoke in a low voice.
“They’re uneven. I don’t like that.”
“Nnngh, ahh, it’s weird…!”
Hye-seong panted, rubbing his head against the sheets. The dual stimulation was overwhelming—his stomach felt ticklish, and his legs, which kept trying to close, only ended up clinging tighter around Ji-ho’s waist.
He didn’t do this last time… Hye-seong had braced himself for pain, but this was a different kind of torment. If this kept up…
“Ji-ho, stop, please stop—!”
He barely managed to lift his weakened arms to shake Ji-ho’s shoulders, but instead of stopping, Ji-ho slipped his hand into Hye-seong’s loose pants.
“Stop sucking your chest and touch you here instead?”
The borrowed pants were roomy enough to give Ji-ho’s hand easy access. When his fingers brushed against Hye-seong’s cock, Hye-seong gasped.
“Huh—! Wait, don’t touch—!”
“Tsk.”
Ji-ho chuckled softly as he wrapped his fingers around Hye-seong’s cock. Hye-seong, startled, asked, “W-why are you laughing…?”
“Hye-seong.”
“Ah, hah, y-yes…?”
Ji-ho stroked him slowly, watching Hye-seong’s expression as he asked innocently,
“Why is your cock hard?”
