It was honestly impressive how he could say things like that without batting an eye. Still, it really did sound like Yoo Ji-ho was just trying to comfort him.
Just like Ji-ho said, this wasn’t a shared parking lot used by the Center staff. It was a private parking space tucked away near Ji-ho’s exclusive-use helipad.
Even if Hye-seong’s situation was what it was, there really was no one coming and going through here. It might actually be okay. And maybe… if he tried again, he could walk without leaking.
Pressing his lips tightly together, Hye-seong gave a determined nod. Eyes set with solemn resolve, he looked outside and took Ji-ho’s offered hand as he rose from the car.
“Ah!”
But before his foot could even fully touch the ground, his legs gave out beneath him.
Ji-ho immediately caught him as his body swayed. Holding him by the shoulders, Ji-ho looked like he was barely suppressing laughter.
“…You’re so mean.”
Catching that exact expression, Hye-seong’s lip drooped as he looked up at him with heartfelt reproach. Ji-ho still had a trace of a smile as he spoke in a soothing tone.
“Sorry.”
“Aagh…!”
But then Hye-seong suddenly lowered his head and began to tremble. The moment his body relaxed and he lost strength, the cum inside him started to leak out.
It oozed down slowly, trailing along his thigh in thick, sluggish lines.
As Hye-seong tried to steady his breathing, Ji-ho gave his hand a gentle tug.
“What are you doing, Hye-seong? Time to go in.”
“……”
“Or… can’t you walk?”
His soft, pleasant voice tickled Hye-seong’s ears. It was the first time he’d ever felt so annoyed with Ji-ho.
You already know…
Another slow trickle made its way down, and Hye-seong gasped, gripping the hem of Ji-ho’s shirt. He wanted to walk on his own—wanted to be strong enough to manage that much—but in this state, it was clearly impossible.
“Haa… What a high-maintenance Guide.”
Sighing like he had no other choice, Ji-ho slid one arm under Hye-seong’s thighs and scooped him up effortlessly.
“…I’m sorry…”
His legs, spread around Ji-ho’s waist for balance, couldn’t do anything to stop the leaking. Blushing all the way from his face to his toes, Hye-seong buried his face in Ji-ho’s neck and clung tightly.
Just a little longer. Then I can shower and change…
“Eek!”
But a moment later, Hye-seong wasn’t in a bathroom. He was being tossed onto a plush bed.
Before he could even react, his T-shirt and pants were yanked off. Ji-ho knelt in front of him, unbuttoning his own shirt with quick hands.
Hye-seong stared blankly, then looked down at his lower half. Just one glance and it was obvious—his underwear was a total mess. The back had to be worse.
The sensation of the soaked fabric clinging to his ass made his skin crawl. As Ji-ho undressed, Hye-seong subtly reached for the blanket and tried to pull it over himself.
“……”
But before he could cover up, Ji-ho easily ripped it away and tossed it off the bed. Then, with a light motion, he flipped Hye-seong onto his stomach.
“Huh!”
His ruined underwear was now fully exposed. Squeezing his eyes shut, Hye-seong kicked at the mattress in mortification. It looked just like he’d had an accident in his pants—he wanted to die.
“Let me wash! Please just let me go!”
“Wash? Wash what.”
At those words, Hye-seong slowly shifted his gaze.
The outline bulging under Ji-ho’s pants was unmistakable—and terrifying.
Up until that moment, Hye-seong had genuinely believed that once they got to Ji-ho’s place, he’d be able to go straight to the shower.
“Th-then… let me shower first at least. Please, Yoo Ji-ho…”
“Just stay still.”
He’d thought the car was the emergency—thought they’d handled it there. But now he realized how wrong he’d been.
That had only been the beginning. He should’ve known the moment Ji-ho told him to “hold it in.”
“Aahh!”
Pressing him down by the back, Ji-ho hooked his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled. The soaked fabric peeled away from his skin with a sticky, wet sound. It was absolutely drenched—white liquid smeared all over his ass and underwear.
“…Ha.”
Ji-ho let out a breath, almost like a sigh of admiration.
Hye-seong’s usually pale, spotless skin was now completely smeared with cum. Handprints, scrapes from pubic hair—it was all there.
Ji-ho pressed his palm against the soft flesh, spreading it out to reveal everything hidden.
The flushed pink around the entrance was even more vivid, soaked and glistening with thick white fluid.
The amount inside him must’ve been significant, because the entrance was still lazily twitching, releasing more slow dribbles.
“Hh… Please don’t look… Please…”
Reaching back, Hye-seong weakly pushed at Ji-ho’s arm. But the arm pinning him in place, tugging down his underwear, was solid as steel. No matter how he pushed, it wouldn’t budge. The shame was suffocating.
Ji-ho’s eyes, still dark and swirling with heat, trailed over his thighs. He grit his teeth and growled:
“Fuck… How could I not look at this?”
The tension in his voice made Hye-seong whimper. A second later, he heard the sound of a belt unbuckling.
Ji-ho yanked his own underwear down carelessly and rammed his cock straight into the slick, soaked hole.
“Aaagh!”
“Ah…!”
Pressing his whole body close, Ji-ho groaned.
The entrance, still thoroughly wet, offered no resistance—just sucked him in greedily.
With no warning, he buried himself to the root in one thrust. The slick, pliant inner walls quivered around the veiny shaft, squeezing as if to memorize every ridge. Ji-ho panted heavily, hips jerking roughly.
It seemed he really liked this position. Just like earlier in the car, he moved with his full body pressed down against Hye-seong. Their bodies fit together so tightly it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
Ji-ho was moving like a man possessed. His lips brushed against Hye-seong’s ear as he let out a breathy moan.
“Fuck… I’m going insane…”
“……”
“It feels so fucking good.”
Eyes wide, Hye-seong gripped the bedsheet, holding his breath.
“No matter how many times I do this, it doesn’t go away.”
“……”
“Every time I shove it in, and you start clenching like you’re gonna break it off… Fuck, I can’t help myself.”
There was nothing Hye-seong could say to that.
He didn’t know why Ji-ho was acting like this—worse than when he used to be guiding-deprived. This level of obsession wasn’t something they’d ever learned about in school.
And for the past few days, Ji-ho really hadn’t left him alone. Honestly, it was like he was constantly in heat.
Sure, they’d been taught that Espers could get intensely fixated when they finally found a compatible Guide… but during their temporary pairing, Ji-ho had never been like this.
Seeing the way Ji-ho’s eyes lit up again, still not satisfied, left Hye-seong feeling tangled inside. He kept trying to tell himself this was just something to observe—something to be studied.
“…Because I’m a Guide…”
That’s what it came down to. He was a Guide. Yoo Ji-ho was an Esper.
It wasn’t anything special.
Suddenly, Ji-ho pulled out in one smooth motion. Hye-seong trembled, body curling instinctively.
But Ji-ho wouldn’t allow even the smallest gap. He flipped him over, his eyes filled with a single, focused thought: to thrust right back in.
Holding his breath, Hye-seong spread his legs. As Ji-ho pinned down the backs of his knees and pushed inside again, he grabbed his chin and forced him to meet his gaze.
Eyes half-lidded, Hye-seong blinked. Ji-ho’s pupils glinted like they were lit from within.
He moved like he was trying to stamp his whole body into him. His voice was high with heat, his breath coming ragged.
“Haha…”
“Mmfh, ngh, ah…!”
“Yeah, I guess it’s because you’re my Guide.”
Every time he thrust in, Hye-seong’s lips parted with another cry, the sounds tumbling out like gasps or sobs. His mind was going hazy again. Even the words he’d just heard felt like a distant echo.
He gulped down Ji-ho’s saliva between kisses and muttered, like an excuse:
“It’s just, haah… I’m your Guide, that’s all…”
“Right. Fucking hell. I’m dying to know how long this’ll last.”
“Ahh, ngh, aaah…!”
Ji-ho trailed his fingers over the lips he’d just sucked, lifting the corners of Hye-seong’s mouth.
When he slid in deeper, Hye-seong’s tongue flicked out, licking at his fingers automatically. His eyes were out of focus, blinking slowly as he kept talking like he was trying to justify everything.
“When the guiding stabilizes, you won’t be like this anymore. Don’t worry…”
“……”
Back when Baek Hye-seong first started guiding Ji-ho, Ji-ho couldn’t stand how businesslike he was—like he just wanted to get it over with and move on.
And dumb, well-meaning Baek Hye-seong, with that damn ‘professionalism’ he’d been taught, always managed to get under Ji-ho’s skin. That hadn’t changed.
“I’m not worried. Because you’re here.”
Hye-seong tried to reassure him, and Ji-ho responded—his words meant to sound trusting, but his expression said otherwise.
Even as he smiled faintly, there was a strange look of displeasure on his face. But Hye-seong didn’t notice it—he just smiled back, gently.
Still smiling so innocently, even with Ji-ho’s cock buried deep inside him.
He talked about a future where Ji-ho wouldn’t want him anymore—and smiled like he had no doubt that day would come.
“Yeah. I’m sure I’ll get sick of this someday.”
“Ahhn…!”
Slamming in so deep he could go no further, Ji-ho admired that face as he spoke. His gaze stayed locked on Hye-seong, eyes still gleaming.
“Can’t wait to see when that’ll be. Fucking hell…”
