There were a few variables that came to mind. First was Han Ju-oh’s danger level. Han Ju-oh had persistently refused to accept a Guide, nurturing a ticking time bomb inside himself that felt like it could explode at any second. And amidst that, they’d exchanged sweet greetings like they’d desperately missed each other. If Yoon Ji-guk, who had been waiting with frayed nerves as if each minute stretched into a day, had seen them, he would’ve found the scene painfully saccharine—downright unbearable, even. At any rate, the danger levels had remained elevated for quite some time.
Next was himself. He had kept up the Guiding without being swayed by Han Ju-oh’s stimulation, and he was firmly resolved to go through with the imprinting.
They had done Guiding during sex before, so that in itself might seem too weak to be the sole reason.
‘What if it’s all of it combined?’
You know, how sometimes, when taken individually, things don’t seem significant, but when they all come together, they trigger a synergy effect. If no single thing can be pinpointed as the cause, then maybe everything that led up to this moment is the reason.
Hope that maybe—just maybe—they could imprint began swelling inside him like an overinflated balloon.
“Ju-oh, ah—wait. You’re going too deep and too fast.”
It was mostly his own fault for zoning out instead of asking Han Ju-oh to slow down, but with the way Ju-oh was relentlessly driving in, Seo-ha was quickly overheating. The slick warmth of the melted lube clung inside him, the repeated friction of the cock going in and out intensifying the heat and radiating through his entire body. He was already at his limit. Seo-ha wrapped his arms around Han Ju-oh’s neck and kissed him, the clashing rhythm below pushing the situation to a boiling point. Han Ju-oh’s hand gripped Seo-ha’s cock, applying firm pressure that only fueled his arousal further. The two let out low, shuddering moans almost in unison.
“Haa…”
Seo-ha exhaled, feeling the semen that had just been released trailing down from his tip. Han Ju-oh was making shallow thrusts to shake off the rest of his cum. The ejaculation had taken a while, matching the drawn-out time it had taken them to get to this point.
And then the fatigue hit Seo-ha all at once like a wave. He let his body go slack, collapsing into the bed, only to notice the blanket tented like a dome over them.
“No wonder it was so hot.”
He’d thought it was just because of Han Ju-oh’s burning body pressing and grinding against him, but the blanket had been adding to the heat. Seo-ha kicked the blanket away with his foot.
“Wow, this room is insanely comfortable.”
The refreshing coolness that swept over him as the heat bled out of his body made him smile in relief. When he looked up at Han Ju-oh, whose condition had visibly improved, he felt a swell of longing.
“We really need to imprint.”
He had this vague but unshakable belief that if they could just do that, Han Ju-oh would truly change.
“It has to be now. My intuition is screaming at me. Maybe that’s why everything felt even more intense than usual—it was seriously hard to keep it together.”
His body was limp like a rag doll, but his mouth kept chattering away. Han Ju-oh’s gaze softened, like he couldn’t believe this ridiculous yet oddly endearing sight.
“You said it, so take responsibility.”
“Huh? Are you cutting off my escape route in case I try to run?”
Even as he laughed weakly, Seo-ha’s eyes sharpened with determination.
“If it ever really feels like I’m dying, I’ll just say, ‘Save me.’ That way, I won’t run, right?”
It was kind of like saying the same thing, but with a different nuance. Seo-ha’s version was more like a playful little plea to take it easy on him. Unfortunately, it only served to turn Han Ju-oh on even more.
“What? I didn’t say I won’t do it. I just need a little break. Ten minutes… no, five…”
He thought he’d at least get a moment to catch his breath, but the second Han Ju-oh gripped his thigh, Seo-ha’s already trembling legs fell open helplessly.
“I’m not going to run away, seriously. And I will imprint with you. Just give me a moment…”
Seo-ha’s mumbled pleas were swallowed up by Han Ju-oh’s mouth.
***
The sensation of slipping in and out of consciousness was happening in shorter and shorter intervals. Every time the cock stretched him open and hit deep inside, his vision blurred into darkness. The especially deafening moments came when his sensitivity peaked right before climax, and that overwhelming numbness washed over him. He realized it after coming twice—that this numbing euphoria might be tied to the imprinting somehow. It wasn’t something he figured out at the point of fainting, which was a small relief, but it kept nagging at him.
He tried to endure the body-shaking pleasure by biting his lip, but Han Ju-oh’s fingers slipped between them and pried his mouth open. Two fingers, wet with every bodily fluid imaginable, moved languidly inside his mouth. When one pressed down firmly on his tongue, drool and tears welled up at the same time.
“Mmgh… ugh…”
Han Ju-oh didn’t release his tongue—he tapped it instead. The meaning was obvious. Seo-ha gulped down the saliva and began sucking on his fingers. The metallic tang rising from his throat made him close his eyes, and tears leaked from the corners. Two fingers were already overwhelming, but when a third entered, his mouth was completely stuffed. Just when his gag reflex kicked in, Han Ju-oh finally pulled his fingers out.
Threads of silver saliva stretched between them. Seo-ha flinched. He had been wondering what Han Ju-oh planned to do after coating his fingers in drool—only to feel those wet fingers trail down his chest and wrap firmly around his cock. It had already been hard, but the sticky touch encasing him now sent fresh shocks through his body. The damp fingers glided smoothly from base to tip, and back again.
“Haaah… uuhh… it feels weird.”
It wasn’t the first time Han Ju-oh had stroked him off. But the slick sensation was new, more slippery than usual, and made him feel strangely out of sorts. He already felt like he was losing his mind from how rough Han Ju-oh had been inside him, and now with stimulation at both ends, it was driving him mad.
Unable to take it anymore, Seo-ha pushed his legs against the bed, trying to escape.
“Wait, Ju-oh… ngh!”
This was different from when he had come alongside Han Ju-oh earlier. It was harder to endure now, for some reason. His mouth was parched, and his eyes kept fluttering shut. He forced himself to blink, trying to stay awake, but Han Ju-oh would nibble and suck at his most sensitive spots, pushing him over the edge again and again.
At this point, forget imprinting—they seriously needed to take a break.
“Ju-oh.”
Seo-ha called out to Han Ju-oh, who was now slathering lube all over his cock instead of just spit and stroking him.
“Wait, just a sec…”
He suddenly needed to go to the bathroom. The sensation was completely different from the urge to cum—it wasn’t sexual release he was about to experience, but he had no idea how to explain that to Han Ju-oh. And as the pressure steadily built up inside him, the urge becoming more and more urgent, Seo-ha grew desperate, pushing frantically at Ju-oh’s chest and arms.
“No—stop. Not like this, wait, Ju-oh, seriously.”
“Do it here.”
Han Ju-oh didn’t let up, pounding ruthlessly into the exact spot that made Seo-ha tremble with overstimulation. He even stared straight at Seo-ha’s face, and as if something clicked, his brow furrowed and his hips began moving even harder.
“Haaah—wait, I really can’t hold it, hngh…”
When Seo-ha hit the very edge of his endurance, every muscle clenched tight, he suddenly stopped pushing Han Ju-oh away—and instead, clung to him like a lifeline.
“Aah—”
His vision went black, and all sensation disappeared. It felt like he was floating alone in the vast emptiness of space, weightless. But then, all at once, every suppressed sensation came flooding back to him.
Han Ju-oh’s breath against his skin, the thick scent of his body, the searing heat of their joined bodies… but most overwhelming of all was the wet warmth spreading down his stomach and legs—
“Aaaah!”
Seo-ha screamed when he realized—he was peeing.
Horrified, he instinctively tried to cover himself, but the urine only trickled down his palms, refusing to stop.
“This isn’t—it’s not what it looks like! I was just… I felt so good today. I thought we were about to imprint!”
And now what? Instead of imprinting, he’d pissed himself?
A shame he would never forget flushed his entire body a vivid red. He was mortified, heart racing in a panic, and worst of all—it was still coming out.
“Don’t look.”
He lifted a hand to turn Han Ju-oh’s face away—only to notice that his hand was wet with piss and hurriedly lowered it again. He had no idea what to do anymore. Thankfully, the stream had begun to taper off, dripping out with a weak squirt-squirt until it finally ended.
“God… I’m losing my mind. I shouldn’t have drunk all that coffee…”
He’d chugged iced americanos nonstop to stay awake—and now he was paying the price. How was he supposed to know this was going to happen and ruin the mood?
“Baek Seo-ha.”
That was when Han Ju-oh called his name.
“What the hell? You could’ve just said it normally—why whisper it right in my ear like that…”
Seo-ha assumed Han Ju-oh was trying to create some cheesy mood or tease him to stop him from running away. He genuinely thought the man was about to pull him into a tight embrace again. That is, until he turned to look—and realized Han Ju-oh wasn’t actually that close. They were still touching, but he hadn’t leaned in to whisper in his ear.
Which meant… why the hell had his voice sounded like a thunderclap?
“Baek Seo-ha.”
Han Ju-oh said his name again.
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
Seo-ha had been so distracted by how clearly he could hear Han Ju-oh’s voice that he almost forgot—he had just pissed himself. Something he’d never even done drunk.
