Baek Seo-ha’s damp hair whipped through the air with each movement, flinging sweat in all directions.
“Haa… Ju-oh. Let’s take a break, yeah?”
Seo-ha pushed his hips forward and reached back, trying to shove Han Ju-oh’s thigh away. He was trying to get that cock—stubbornly lodged inside him—to pull out, but instead, his wrist was grabbed.
Pinned face-down on the sofa with one arm twisted behind his back, a deep ache pulled at his shoulder.
“Stick your ass out.”
Ju-oh’s wet, raspy voice brushed against Seo-ha’s ears. His breath actually tunneled into them—so hot and sticky it made Seo-ha shiver.
“Just a short break. Seriously, it feels like I’ve been sprinting a full marathon.”
Sex was supposed to come with foreplay and aftercare. But with Ju-oh, the moment he finished, he just switched positions and went again. Even doing a hundred push-ups and going straight into a plank wouldn’t be this brutal—at least that, you did alone.
“My lungs are burning.”
Whimpering, Seo-ha lay there, ass stretched open, with that thick cock still rock-solid inside him. Sex was an act between humans. And if one person’s worn out, it’s a team game—you just can’t keep going.
He was mid-negotiation when Ju-oh’s hand suddenly reached forward and grabbed his cock.
“You sure you really wanna take a break?”
“That’s…”
His cock twitched hard in Ju-oh’s grip—already aching and ready to burst. When he’d asked for a break, he hadn’t exactly been thinking about his own erection. But still, he couldn’t keep gasping like he was about to black out.
“Pretty sure we both need to come at least once.”
Ju-oh’s logic wasn’t wrong. They’d started this while eating breakfast, and now it was late afternoon. It was exhausting, but if they could just climax and then rest…
“Lift your hips.”
Seo-ha gave in, obediently raising his ass. They were already connected—nothing new had to go in—but he adjusted himself to make it easier for Ju-oh to move. As his body pressed into the sofa, his own cock began rubbing against it, reawakening that heat again.
“Ah… haah…”
Maybe because Seo-ha had asked for a break, Ju-oh started moving slowly, pulling out with a kind of restraint. Maybe he was trying to be gentle—but he hadn’t counted on Seo-ha’s inner walls gripping tightly, trying to follow him as he left.
“Nnngh… This isn’t helping either.”
It wasn’t that it hurt his lungs, but as Ju-oh’s cock slid out—one that his body had finally started adjusting to—a shiver rippled through him. Maybe if he just kept it inside like a ring, he’d grow used to it. But the moment that thick cock fully slipped out, a wave of emptiness slammed into him. Seo-ha imagined a solution—like a ring he could remove at will—but it remained a fantasy.
At that moment, Ju-oh grabbed his wrist and pulled it toward his own hole.
“Seo-ha, look.”
As if that wasn’t enough, he aligned their middle fingers and pushed them inside together. Seo-ha yelped and thrashed—tried to, at least. But Ju-oh immediately pinned both his legs down. Pressing just the right spot on his knees, he made it impossible for Seo-ha to resist.
“What the hell are you—nngh.”
“It’s hot in there, right?”
Ju-oh’s middle finger stirred inside him, dragging Seo-ha’s finger along. The two fingers scraped against his inner walls in unison. It was maddening. His soft, pliant insides felt like pudding when pressed, like silky jelly when they clenched. Seo-ha had never, not once, imagined he’d be fingering himself like this.
“Why the fuck are you making me do this?”
He wanted to know what the hell Ju-oh was thinking—why he was making him feel himself like this. But Ju-oh still didn’t let go.
“Because I want you to understand why I don’t wanna pull out.”
“You psycho. You think you’re the only one burning up in here? My dick feels like it’s on fire.”
While Ju-oh had come three times already, Seo-ha had been cumming nonstop—spurting like he was being milked dry. By the end, his release had thinned out so much the color had faded. And still, his cock stood firm. He’d been driven to his absolute limit.
“Is this from friction or something?”
Ju-oh touched Seo-ha’s cock, frowning in confusion. Seo-ha let out a scoffing sigh. ‘This guy was seriously out of his mind.’
But Baek Seo-ha wasn’t the kind to let that kind of shit slide. Still pinned beneath Ju-oh, he started guiding. Focusing on every point of contact—especially that finger driving into him—he channeled energy through their connection. Ju-oh’s breath grew heavier, hotter. Seo-ha knew—he was the one who’d turned his body into this. He was just giving that heat back. Twisting his head around, Seo-ha looked at him.
“Baek Seo-ha. What kind of insane bullshit are you pulling now?”
“It’s inside me, so I’m just sending it energy. What’s the problem? You hate it?”
‘Who was it that started this, again?’ Seo-ha smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief, daring him to argue.
But he’d forgotten one thing—Han Ju-oh had been holding back.
The moment that thick, veiny cock pressed against his entrance again, Seo-ha’s whole body tensed up.
“Wait, what are you—”
“You’re the one who tempted me.”
With their fingers still buried inside, Ju-oh couldn’t hold back anymore. He started forcing his cock in.
“Haa—No! Not like this—!”
Seo-ha grabbed the edge of the sofa, trying to scramble forward in panic. At this rate, it seriously felt like his ass might tear—but it was no use. Ju-oh’s cock shoved in relentlessly, pushing past the fingers still inside him. The sensation was raw, intense, and far too real.
“It’s gonna tear, you fucking lunatic!”
“Your hole’s soft. You’ll be fine.”
“What does softness have to do with anything?! Your dick is huge!”
The idea of actually tearing made Seo-ha flinch. If that happened, he’d be bedridden for the rest of his vacation. Would Director Kim Beom-hak even approve another break, or just throw him out?
“Focus.”
Ju-oh rammed in harder, and Seo-ha had no choice—he had to focus just to stay conscious. Even bracing against the sofa, his body shook like it was being rattled to pieces.
“Guide me.”
Ju-oh lifted him up, wrapping his arms around him while he moved. The shift threw Seo-ha off balance completely, arms flailing for something to hold onto—only to end up clinging to Ju-oh’s arm in frustration. Not that he had the energy to complain.
“How the hell… am I supposed to guide you like this?”
He could barely keep himself upright, being pounded like a ragdoll—and Ju-oh had the audacity to ask for a guide?
“That energy you were sending into my finger—redirect it to my cock.”
Ju-oh wasn’t giving up. He spread Seo-ha’s ass open and tried to push his fingers back in. Seo-ha shook his head, trying to stop him, but Ju-oh traced the stretched, wrinkled rim with maddening precision.
“Come on, Seo-ha.”
“This isn’t even a dungeon…”
Not that it mattered. Dungeon or not, he was the one who’d been teasing, the one who started guiding. Still, he put on a wounded expression like he was the one being wronged. Ju-oh didn’t even acknowledge it.
“Seo-ha. Do it.”
“I’m going to remember everything that happened today…”
With a long, resigned breath, Seo-ha closed his eyes. Maybe it was the resolve to look into Ju-oh’s body even as he was being ruthlessly used, but the flow of energy suddenly shifted.
The guidance that had spread across their skin sharpened—converging into a single point.
“Haaah!”
The moment that focused energy surged from the point of penetration, they both jolted. Seo-ha’s vision went stark white from the intensity, while Ju-oh immediately began thrusting harder, faster—unrestrained.
Flesh smacked against flesh, Seo-ha’s sharp moans echoing through the room in a storm of overwhelming pleasure.
***
The bathtub was more than spacious enough to fit both of them, large men though they were. Rich foam floated atop the warm water, casting the space in a soft, steamy glow.
Seo-ha, soaking and melting into the heat, slapped the back of Ju-oh’s hand as he poured water over his shoulder. The sound echoed in the bathroom, but it hadn’t been hard—still, Ju-oh pulled his hand away like he’d been burned.
“Next time, don’t start with some crap like ‘Let’s go to the mountains.’ Just say you don’t want me wearing a swimsuit.”
“Got it.”
“I know you work your ass off and you’ve got money. But don’t try to fix everything by throwing cash at it.”
“Okay.”
“And all that crap about my wet look or whatever… haah. Ju-oh, there’s too much to even process.”
He tried organizing his thoughts, listing things off one by one—but even that was exhausting. In the end, Seo-ha just slumped forward, leaning into Ju-oh’s chest.
Ju-oh responded by gently pouring more warm water over his shoulder.
Just like that, he was back to being the usual Ju-oh—calm, quiet, and aggravatingly normal. Realizing it, Seo-ha nuzzled his head against Ju-oh’s chest, rubbing his damp hair there, then let out a long, heavy sigh.
“That last guiding was kinda weird. You felt it too, right?”
It wasn’t like it was his first time guiding during sex—but this time had been different. Unforgettable. At the very least, it hadn’t been meaningless.
Right now, Ju-oh was in top form. He hadn’t just come from defeating a monster, but Seo-ha’s guiding had boosted his condition more than usual. Meanwhile, Seo-ha was suffering from full-body soreness, aching all over. The contrast between them couldn’t have been more obvious.
Feeling the twitch of Ju-oh’s chest beneath his cheek, Seo-ha slowly closed his eyes.
“If you’ve got something to say, say it.”
He gave him the chance rather than waiting for Ju-oh to awkwardly squirm and avoid it—and Ju-oh took it without hesitation.
“Next time… guide me with your tongue.”
“Huh? That’s what kissing’s for…”
Seo-ha trailed off before finishing the thought. He’d been about to say, We’ve done that already, but instead, a frown formed between his brows. He didn’t want to overthink it, but… why was he imagining something that wasn’t kissing?
“Is it me who’s messed up, or are you the pervert here?”
“Both.”
Ju-oh chuckled, chest shaking, and Seo-ha finally realized he was being teased. He lunged at him.
The two of them rolled and tumbled in the slippery foam of the bath—until they were interrupted by a call from the Center.
