“I have a question.”
Han Ju-oh blinked, eyes bloodshot, then finally seemed to regain his senses as he looked straight at Seo-ha.
“Did you really try to die?”
“……”
“I mean, I was thinking about dying with you… but were you thinking the same?”
Han Ju-oh’s lips twisted. He could’ve brushed it off as meaningless talk in the middle of a kiss, but the question genuinely bothered him.
“Up there.”
With a brief answer, Han Ju-oh pointed toward the ceiling.
Seo-ha, mulling over his response, let out a dry laugh in disbelief. ‘So you were fine receiving guiding from me, but dying together was never part of your plan, huh? You were planning to fly up and blow yourself up if you lost control.’
‘You bastard.’
“You’re seriously the kind of guy who only thinks about himself right to the end.”
Now that he knew Han Ju-oh had never intended to put Seo-ha at risk, it only made Seo-ha want him more. He had no plans of letting him go.
“I’m not letting you leave until we imprint.”
“You better not regret this later.”
“If I regret it, does the imprint magically go away?”
Seo-ha scoffed. In the middle of that exchange, the veins rising from Han Ju-oh’s face to his neck bulged even more.
They had bickered over whether or not to imprint, but both of them knew the situation was dangerously urgent. Even after the kiss and guiding, it wasn’t enough.
His danger level still exceeded 90%. Han Ju-oh’s body was like a seething volcano, far too overheated to leisurely enjoy a moment of reunion through eye contact alone. Seo-ha, still pinned beneath him, stripped off his clothes without even shifting his position.
“Can you see my state? I washed up before you got here.”
He had known Han Ju-oh would come. Not only did he scrub every inch of himself clean, but he’d even mentally prepared. Choosing what to wear had been a deliberate act. What outfit would allow him to move easily and come off just as fast?
Thanks to all that consideration, his top slipped off smoothly. His sweatpants could come off just as easily if Han Ju-oh gave him a bit of room.
“You’re cute.”
Han Ju-oh murmured as he lightly scratched down Seo-ha’s chest—then suddenly dipped his head and bit his chest.
“Ugh. You bit me.”
It wasn’t a sensual nibble. It was just a bite. Seo-ha grabbed at Han Ju-oh’s head in protest. He tried to pull him off by his hair, but the wet heat that lapped across the sting made his hand slowly go slack.
What the hell was this, biting him and then licking like some half-hearted apology? Seo-ha, now idly playing with Han Ju-oh’s hair, grabbed his ear instead. He started tracing from the lobe up to the helix, injecting his energy into every touch. He looked determined to leave his mark on every inch of Han Ju-oh’s body.
“You can’t just sit there sucking on me. We’ll save that for later. Get up.”
He had momentarily forgotten—thanks to Han Ju-oh gnawing on his flesh like it was some soft squid—that now wasn’t the time to fool around. Seo-ha grabbed the hem of Han Ju-oh’s shirt and yanked it up. Han Ju-oh, obligingly lifting his head, allowed the shirt to be pulled off in one go. Seo-ha tossed it to the floor, where it slid under the bed, and went for his pants buckle.
“If I’d known you’d come at me this aggressively…”
“If you’re about to say something like ‘I would’ve made it even riskier,’ you’re getting punished. Ju-oh.”
“Is that really what you’re thinking, Seo-ha?”
Han Ju-oh mimicked his tone.
Seo-ha shot him a sideways glare. Pretending like he wasn’t thinking the exact same thing—what a load of crap. If Han Ju-oh’s lips weren’t already swollen from grinning so much, he might’ve smacked him right then and there.
“Let’s get these pants off. If you pull your hips back, they won’t slide off, so hold still.”
Instead, Seo-ha deliberately started treating him like a child. Though there was nothing childlike about the way his briefs tented outward with a dangerous outline.
Seo-ha left Han Ju-oh’s pants around his thighs and slid his hand over to the briefs. He hadn’t even touched bare skin, and yet the heat radiating from his groin was palpable. He skimmed his hand over toward his pelvis and then shoved the waistband down.
Just like that, Seo-ha pulled both his pants and underwear down himself. Han Ju-oh helped Seo-ha undress as well. His large hands tugged Seo-ha’s sweatpants clean off without a hitch.
Now both of them were completely naked.
Skin against skin, the sensation was on a whole different level—so intense that it made Seo-ha’s body twitch involuntarily. His palms began to sweat, and he rubbed them against the blanket. That’s when he noticed Han Ju-oh’s hand waving in the air, as if conducting something invisible.
‘What the hell is he doing?’
Then the curtains moved.
Han Ju-oh’s powers delicately sealed even the tiniest sliver of an opening. Seo-ha, watching that absurdly precise use of ability, slapped his arm.
“You dumbass, your body’s already shot—why are you wasting energy on something like that?”
“Because no one else is allowed to see your body.”
“And you think that’s gonna make me let it slide?”
Seo-ha gave him a scathing look before yanking the blanket up to cover him.
“Normal people? When they don’t want others to see? They just do this.“
Han Ju-oh smiled, pleased, under the gaze that asked, Well, what do you think?
“Ju-oh, when I said to check my condition, I didn’t just mean I’m freshly washed and wearing clothes that come off easily. I meant I came fully prepared.”
Han Ju-oh’s eyes dropped to Seo-ha’s groin.
“So don’t waste time with all that stalling—just come in already.”
Seo-ha wrapped both legs around Han Ju-oh’s waist. The only reason they could even hold this kind of conversation right now was because he’d already taken the time to stretch himself out in advance.
Han Ju-oh was ready for entry.
Seo-ha raised his hips himself, aligning and nudging Han Ju-oh’s tip right to the entrance. Driving it in deeply was up to Han Ju-oh, but Seo-ha had practically spoon-fed everything to him. All Han Ju-oh had to do now was open his mouth and swallow—or in this case, spread Seo-ha open and push it inside.
With pressure, the tip began to part him and slide in. He had used plenty of lube, so it didn’t tear, but that didn’t mean it felt like nothing. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either.
Still, all the effort paid off—the inner walls stretched and accommodated, and the thick cock settled inside. Seo-ha gulped back a heavy breath, and Han Ju-oh’s low voice came down to him.
“I always think this—your ass is way too tight for your size.”
Seo-ha winced as he tried to adjust to the fullness crammed inside. Just because someone’s big didn’t mean their hole had to be wide! He was about to snap back but decided instead to lay on the sarcasm.
“You’re saying that while I’m taking all of you in just fine. The elasticity’s good, isn’t it? So Ju-oh, now move—mmph.”
Without warning, Han Ju-oh pulled back and thrust in hard, cutting Seo-ha’s words off with a choked gasp. One hand clutched the blanket while the other gripped Han Ju-oh’s arm. With his eyes squeezed shut, Seo-ha focused on guiding.
Unlike before, when he’d let his instincts guide his energy in response to stimulation, this time he was making a real effort to channel it properly. That made his body even more sensitive, and between Han Ju-oh’s touch and his relentless thrusts, waves of pleasure surged up, threatening to overwhelm the guiding again. Seo-ha quickly reeled himself back in—but that only heightened his sensitivity further, making it harder to maintain the flow.
His legs eventually gave out, going limp, but Han Ju-oh caught him and bent them so that Seo-ha was pressed flush against his chest.
“You can’t just fold a person in half like this—mmph.”
Getting pounded so deep, with everything laid bare below, made Seo-ha feel like his entire body short-circuited.
It was like the world had frozen. That single instant felt like eternity. Then it passed, and Seo-ha let out the breath he’d been holding in ragged gasps.
‘What the hell was that? What just happened?’
He tried to puzzle it out, but nothing came to mind.
“Baek Seo-ha.”
“Ah, sorry.”
Snapped out of his thoughts, Seo-ha looked up at Han Ju-oh—only to flinch in surprise.
“Ju-oh… you…”
They hadn’t even reached climax yet, and he’d stopped, which was a shame, but one look at Han Ju-oh’s face and he understood why.
“Why did you suddenly get so handsome?”
Han Ju-oh raised an eyebrow. He thought Seo-ha was joking, but Seo-ha was dead serious. Han Ju-oh had always been good-looking, but just a moment ago, he’d looked like hell—veins bulging from overexertion, rough skin, chapped lips, dark circles under his eyes. All signs of someone pushed to their limits.
But now? The veins were gone, his eyes practically sparkled, and even his lips looked moist and soft.
This wasn’t like the usual post-guiding effect. Seo-ha had never seen him change like this before. It wasn’t a bad thing, but he was dying to know what the hell was going on.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but… let’s keep going.”
Maybe he’d figure it out if they kept at it. As he said this, Han Ju-oh readily began to move his hips again. Every deep thrust knocked against his inner walls, and Seo-ha heated back up, channeling energy once more. He braced himself, knowing that same overwhelming pleasure was going to hit again—but this time, he wouldn’t let the flow break—
‘Wait, what?’
There it was again—that same sensation. Only this time, it felt like his awareness was being pulled far, far away, followed by a sudden jolt like something smacked him in the back of the head.
‘What the hell…’
Why were his senses going completely haywire like this?
