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Realizing that Wonho was staring so intently at such a private place, Haebom wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear.
“I-It looks fine, so just… stop…!”
“What do you know when you can’t even see it? It doesn’t look torn, but if it hurts, tell me. I’ll get some ointment for you.”
Haebom tried to pry off Wonho’s hand gripping his thigh, but it wouldn’t budge easily.
Only after confirming that nothing had torn was he able to press his thighs tightly together.
Once Wonho finished checking and straightened up, Haebom could finally get a proper look at it.
“Ugh…”
“Is it really supposed to hurt this much?”
Haebom wondered, but the moment he saw Wonho’s size, he realized—yes, it was bound to hurt.
That thing was really meant to split him apart.
A surge of resentment toward Wonho bubbled up inside him.
Even though he had completely killed the mood, Haebom couldn’t tear his eyes away from Wonho’s arousal, which hadn’t gone down in the slightest.
Could he really go home like that?
If he walked out like this, wouldn’t people think he was some kind of pervert?
“What are you staring at?”
“Uh… doesn’t it hurt? It looks like it would if you stay like that….”
Right.
Setting aside the fact that he was being treated like a pervert, wouldn’t it be painful to be that hard?
He didn’t know for sure since he’d never been in that state himself.
Wonho let out a small sigh.
It wasn’t like a mouse worrying about a cat, yet here he was, worrying about someone else’s problem when his own entrance had nearly torn apart.
He had thought about it before—Haebom just wasn’t normal by his standards.
Though, to be fair, neither was he.
“It hurts. So just let me borrow it for a bit.”
Seeing him suffer, not just because he couldn’t calm down from the intense guiding but also from the pain, killed any lingering desire he had.
That didn’t mean he was going to stop completely, though.
There was no way he was giving up the pleasure of guiding, nor the softness of this body, before the guiding energy ran out.
He’d save the part where he went all the way inside for next time, but for now, he had to deal with this.
So Wonho settled himself back between Haebom’s legs.
“I’m not putting it in, so don’t be scared.”
“Uh… then what are you going to do?”
He had heard Wonho say he wouldn’t do it, but the moment Wonho repositioned himself, Haebom’s body tensed up instinctively.
Wonho twitched his brow in slight annoyance, letting out another small sigh. Well, this was his own fault.
Spreading Haebom’s legs apart, Wonho ran his hand along the softened, completely spent length a few times.
“Ah… uh…!”
Without answering, Wonho suddenly stimulated him, making Haebom twist in surprise.
But before he could escape, Wonho pressed a firm hand against his chest, holding him down.
“Hngh…! No, wait…! Mmngh!”
It was Wonho who was aroused, not Haebom, so he couldn’t understand why his own body was reacting this way.
He wanted to say something, but before he could, the hand pressing against his chest started teasing his nipple.
His body heated up in an instant.
He was sensitive to pain, but even more so to pleasure.
Clenching his teeth, Wonho thought about how he was supposed to guide other espers with a body like this.
Now, he had two things to confront Jin Seyoung about.
Haebom, too, couldn’t understand why his body was reacting this way.
This had never happened before—could it be something about Wonho’s fingers?
But his thoughts didn’t last long.
Wonho, having fully hardened Haebom, pulled his hands down and placed them where they belonged.
“Hold on tight.”
Before he could even ask, “What?”
Haebom had to spread his small hand wide, grasping both his own member and Wonho’s at once.
He could feel everything—the thick, pulsing veins pressing against his fingers.
It was the first time someone had held him there, but it was also the first time he had held someone else.
The heat and sheer size of it made Haebom unconsciously swallow.
Wonho pressed Haebom’s thighs together, bringing his calves up over his own shoulders.
Since Wonho had done it once before, getting into position wasn’t too difficult.
Then, he leaned his upper body forward slightly and began moving his hips.
“Ah, ugh…! Wo-Wonho…! Ah, ahk…!”
Startled by the sudden movement, Haebom looked down at his own hand.
More precisely, he was watching as Wonho’s length repeatedly slipped in and out of his grasp.
He could feel every ridge and vein against his palm and his own length.
Sticky pre-cum trickled down, smearing onto his hand, leaving a slick sensation.
With each thrust, their thighs rubbed together, the friction making them burn with heat.
He could have just pulled his hand away from their entwined lengths—but he couldn’t.
The sensation of their arousals grinding against each other was unbearably lewd.
Strangely, the pleasure didn’t feel unfamiliar.
Then, it hit him—ah, this was what he had done when he was drunk.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the air, strangely obscene.
Although it wasn’t fully inside, just the thought that it was practically the same made his face flush red.
On top of that, Wonho’s face, visible up close, was unbearably seductive.
His sharp eyes, seen from this angle, were nothing short of sinful.
“Haa, ah…! Ugh! I-I think I’m gonna come…!”
“Fk, do it. Yoon Haebom.”
Ah!
The moment Wonho growled low and called Haebom’s name, Haebom couldn’t hold back his climax.
Without realizing it, his grip tightened around both of their lengths, squeezing them together.
He could feel the hot liquid spilling onto his hand.
The stimulation had been building up, and since this was his first release, the amount was substantial.
The real problem was that even as Haebom came, Wonho didn’t stop moving.
“Ah, no…! I just, ngh! Haah! Ah, ahng!”
Despite Haebom having just climaxed, Wonho’s relentless movements showed no consideration, making Haebom’s length harden once again.
Without realizing it, Wonho lowered his head and captured Haebom’s parted lips.
Haebom was nearly bent in half by the force of Wonho’s thrusts, his body struggling to take him in.
Though it was easier than penetration, being folded like that wasn’t exactly comfortable.
On top of that, his breath was already ragged, and with his mouth covered, his eyes welled up with tears.
Wonho finally pulled away from his lips and licked the corner of Haebom’s eye.
Startled by the warm, soft sensation against his skin, Haebom instinctively clenched his hands.
At that moment, a strained groan escaped Wonho’s lips as he released his hot seed.
Wonho’s release spilled over Haebom’s own, mixing together.
Haebom trembled, feeling another shallow climax ripple through him.
“Yoon Haebom? Hey! What the—?! Open your eyes!”
Wonho blinked, momentarily lost in the satisfaction of his first orgasm, but something felt off.
He called out Haebom’s name, his voice laced with unease.
He could tell—there was a difference between someone who was awake and someone who had passed out.
And Haebom, who had been conscious just moments ago, was now completely unresponsive.
“…Why?”
Wonho couldn’t quite grasp the situation.
Why? Why?
Questions floated around in his head, but no answer came.
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