Translated by Levia
Despite the blunt tone of his voice, Eunseok’s mind was spinning with all sorts of wild scenarios. Things like… maybe that Guide—someone he’d once shared a deep guiding bond with—couldn’t forget Choi Hanseo and came back because of lingering feelings… That kind of far-fetched idea.
“She said she wants to enter the Gate too, just like you, Eunseok.”
Choi Hanseo spoke while casually fiddling with Eunseok’s cheek. At the familiar line, Eunseok slightly raised an eyebrow. Guide Choi Sunhee’s words were exactly the same as what Seo Beomgyu had said. Now that he thought about it, he remembered Beomgyu’s exact phrasing:
‘I have another friend who feels the same way I do.’
That “friend” must’ve been… Guide Choi Sunhee.
“I’ve explained everything on my end. Now it’s your turn, Eunseok.”
There was a playful light in Hanseo’s eyes, but the way he looked at him was probing. Having fully grasped the situation now, Eunseok felt his energy drain. He was annoyed with himself for entertaining ridiculous thoughts about Choi Sunhee, when all she’d done was make a simple request related to the Gate.
“Seo Beomgyu made the exact same request.”
Hanseo looked genuinely surprised.
“I heard there are a few Guides who want to join in on the Gate assault. Since it’s not something they can pull off on their own, they approached both you and me separately.”
“So in the end, the both of us were off fantasizing for no reason.”
Ever since he’d started seeing this man, Eunseok had become emotionally hypersensitive. That much, he could admit. And now he realized—it all stemmed from the possessiveness he felt toward Choi Hanseo.
“Let’s go.”
Hanseo said flatly, pulling Eunseok by the arm. He was headed toward the bedroom.
“Wait, what’s going on all of a sudden—”
“I want to.”
The completely contextless remark made Eunseok dig his heels in and stop. But Hanseo just gripped his hand tighter and tugged again.
“Right now. I want to do it with you, Eunseok.”
He practically dragged the reluctant Eunseok toward the bedroom. Once they were inside, he all but tossed the stunned man onto the bed.
“What’s gotten into you all of a sudden…?”
Eunseok pushed himself up on his arms in confusion, but Hanseo flung off his suit jacket without a second thought. Then he climbed up onto the bed—more specifically, onto Eunseok.
“Choi Hanseo—”
“I can’t take it anymore. And I won’t hold back. So stop resisting and cooperate.”
Like a child throwing a tantrum, Hanseo pinned Eunseok’s wrists to the bed. Then he sank his teeth into his neck.
“Ugh— You’re not a kid… That hurts.”
The sharp bite stung. Eunseok tried to protest, but Hanseo, his desire sky-high, paid him no mind as he impatiently lavished kisses along his neck.
Choi Hanseo’s head moved lower. He bit down on Eunseok’s nipple, slightly pronounced beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.
“Ugh… What are you—”
As Eunseok looked down in surprise, Hanseo met his gaze with a glint in his eyes. Almost as if to make sure he was watching, Hanseo slowly dragged his tongue over the shirt. The motion of his red, supple tongue was fully visible. The white shirt grew damp with saliva, turning semi-transparent where it clung to the skin. Beneath the soaked fabric, the reddish nipple gradually came into view.
Lowering his eyes again, Hanseo began gently chewing the now-visible nub through the shirt.
“…Ah… ugh… don’t bite… hah…”
The chewing made Eunseok’s waist twist involuntarily. His body, already well-acquainted with Hanseo’s touch, responded too easily to his caresses. Being teased like this through a wet shirt awakened a different kind of pleasure—a strange, decadent sensation.
“Haa…”
Ah…
His wrists, tightly held by Hanseo, quivered faintly. Each time his nipples were sucked or bitten, Eunseok’s hips flinched on their own.
“Let… go of my hands.”
Eunseok demanded, but Hanseo had no intention of complying. Instead, he lowered his head even further and slipped it under Eunseok’s shirt. Then he began to properly ravish his chest.
“Ah… ah!”
Now, all Eunseok could see was the bulging rise of his shirt. Whatever Hanseo was doing underneath could only be felt, not seen. His tongue traced a slow line up Eunseok’s abdomen before teasing and biting the hardened nipples again.
The parts of his body that he’d previously never thought twice about had now completely transformed into erogenous zones. Between the alternating bites and the lewd swirling of Hanseo’s tongue, he felt like he was losing his mind. Eunseok struggled several times to shake off the grip on his wrists, but failed each time. Hanseo was clearly fired up—his energy sky-high, likely fueled by the fact that Eunseok had shown a hint of jealousy.
To think he was this aroused just from having his nipples played with, his moans thick with pleasure… Only after he was left panting and visibly hard did Hanseo finally release his wrists. His hands, now free, slid down and began undoing Eunseok’s pants with practiced ease.
“Hah… Stop biting already…”
Eunseok lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing Hanseo’s head beneath. The nipple between Hanseo’s lips had turned red and plump, like a ripe piece of fruit. Eunseok expected Hanseo to flash him a mischievous grin—but he didn’t. The moment their eyes met again, Hanseo’s gaze burned just as hot as Eunseok’s fully erect cock.
His pants and underwear were yanked down in one swift motion. Hanseo pressed a light kiss to the tip of Eunseok’s hardened length, as though it was something precious.
“Ah…”
The sensation of his lips touching the head, paired with the heat of his breath, made Eunseok’s hips jerk reflexively. Anticipation burned through him, making his throat go dry.
Thankfully, Hanseo didn’t tease him for long. Holding eye contact, as if to say watch me, he slowly licked up the full length of Eunseok’s cock. His thighs tensed with the overwhelming stimulation. And then, finally—Hanseo took Eunseok’s cock into his mouth.
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Each time his fingers thrust into Eunseok’s ass, a slick, wet squelch echoed in the room. Just the suction and licking around his cock was enough to drive him insane, but the way those fingers teased—barely grazing the prostate, never quite pressing in—only worsened the torment. The pleasure sat right at the edge, refusing to tip over.
“Ha… ugh… Choi Hanseo…”
Eunseok called out, his voice pleading. But Hanseo seemed focused solely on heating up his body, ignoring every hint of desperation. It became clear that tonight, Hanseo had no intention of letting him go easily.
“Ah…!”
A sudden press of a finger brushed his sweet spot again, just barely, igniting a wave of frustration that nearly brought him to tears. His throat burned with the urge to beg—please, just let me come already.
Eunseok grabbed a fistful of Hanseo’s hair, hard. Hanseo looked up at him through his lashes.
“Come up here.”
Instead of begging, Eunseok extended an invitation. A deep, sultry smile bloomed in Hanseo’s eyes.
Chuuup—with a wet pop, his cock slipped from the depths of Hanseo’s mouth, exposed to the air once more. The fingers that had been buried in him withdrew, and the thick coat of lube trailed down his crack, dripping sensually between his cheeks.
The sudden emptiness—both front and back—left Eunseok clenching tightly in disappointment. His body, desperate for more, trembled with want.
Hanseo crawled up over him. Instinctively, Eunseok wrapped both legs around his waist.
It looked like he was clinging on, but he couldn’t help it. His entire body, thoroughly wound up and aching from Hanseo’s relentless teasing, craved something harder—something deeper.
“Beg me to put it in.”
Hanseo whispered, biting along the curve of Eunseok’s ear, then teasingly rubbed his fully erect cock along his entrance as if to say, Not until you ask for it.
The hole—softened and slick from all the teasing—twitched helplessly. Every time the thick shaft slid against it, Eunseok’s mouth went dry. His breath came in hot, shallow gasps. But no matter how much his body ached, the words Hanseo wanted just wouldn’t come out.
“Ugh… just do it already…”
Instead, Eunseok tightened his legs around Hanseo’s waist, trying to coax him in with what little leverage he had. As their hips pressed flush, heat flared between them like an open flame. Eunseok wrapped his arms around Hanseo’s neck and pulled him in for a deep, hungry kiss, tongue and lips slick with want.
He couldn’t hold back any longer—his hips started grinding, rubbing his cock against Hanseo’s lower abdomen. He was done waiting.
The tip of Hanseo’s cock, which had been rubbing teasingly along the rim, finally slid down. The blunt head pressed against the loosened, slickened entrance.
“Ah…!”
A jolt of terror and anticipation twisted through his body—the overwhelming pressure about to pierce him, and the bliss it would soon bring. The tension had his whole body locked up tight.
At last, Hanseo’s cock began to push inside. Eunseok held his breath, bracing against the heavy stretch filling him inch by inch. With every retreat and slow, deliberate thrust forward, the slick lube made lewd, sticky sounds that echoed between their bodies.
“Eunseok-ah.”
Choi Hanseo suddenly whispered softly right against Eunseok’s ear. At the sound of his name, Eunseok let out the breath he’d been holding and opened his mouth to respond—only for Hanseo to suddenly slam his cock in to the hilt with a sharp, wet thrust.
“—!”
It felt like a massive hammer had slammed into his gut. Eunseok couldn’t even breathe—his head fell back, and his whole body shuddered uncontrollably.
Haaak… ugh…
Shallow, ragged breaths barely escaped his lips. As if to soothe him, Hanseo pressed a tender, almost mockingly gentle kiss to Eunseok’s neck. But his lower half was anything but gentle.
He began to move—his hips rising and falling, pounding into Eunseok with relentless force, stirring him up from the inside.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
