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“That’s how you felt? You didn’t like it when I guided other people?”
“Yeah.”
“I see… I’m sorry.”
Raon nodded gently and stroked Siwoo’s cheeks with both hands.
Siwoo closed his eyes like a purring cat, clearly enjoying the touch.
“Well… there was no choice inside the Gate.”
Officially, a Guide is only supposed to guide their assigned Esper.
But inside the Gate — effectively a warzone — that wasn’t possible.
In that chaos, Raon had no choice but to perform both radiative and contact guiding with other Espers.
Siwoo must’ve seen it all and felt a lot of stress from it.
Raon looked down at him with pity.
“Though not too long ago, he’s the one who refused guiding from me.”
Suddenly remembering how Siwoo had pushed him away before, Raon clenched his jaw in frustration.
He had a good guess why now, but still wanted to hear it directly.
And since Siwoo was drunk, he was more likely to speak honestly.
After sorting his thoughts, Raon asked carefully.
“But Siwoo… I want to ask you something.”
“Mm, yeah?”
“If you hate seeing me guide others so much, why do you keep running away when I try to guide you, huh?”
“That’s…”
Siwoo blinked slowly, a conflicted look on his face.
Raon caught it immediately and pressed gently.
“Come on, be honest with me, okay?”
“It’s just that… I, uh… I get too excited…”
“Getting excited during guiding is normal. So what’s the problem?”
“Last time, when we did insertion guiding… you looked like you were in pain. If I keep getting like that…”
“Ahh.”
Raon smiled in satisfaction, finally getting the answer he expected.
“So you stopped because you didn’t want to lose control and… pounce on me?”
“Y-yeah.”
“You didn’t have to hold back though. God, you’re too cute.”
“H-Hyung…”
Just knowing that Siwoo hadn’t avoided him out of dislike made Raon’s mood skyrocket.
As he stroked Siwoo’s cheeks with a mischievous touch, Siwoo squirmed and frowned.
“It’s okay. You can do what you want.”
“But…”
“I said it’s fine.”
Raon laughed heartily, tilted his head, and pressed his lips to Siwoo’s.
As he sucked on his lips and licked across them, Siwoo’s body flinched hard.
“Mmnh… hyung.”
“Ah, wait.”
“…?”
Just as Raon was fully immersed in kissing Siwoo, he suddenly pulled back like he remembered something.
Siwoo, face bright red and trembling, looked up at him in confusion.
—What now?
Raon tapped a few times on his watch.
A blunt voice came through — it was Seokhyeon, the Director.
Raon spoke quickly.
“Hi, I’m about to begin insertion guiding with Siwoo.”
—What? Right now?
“Yes, yes. I definitely reported this in advance.”
—Hold on—!
Ignoring the panicked voice on the other end, Raon ended the call and took off the watch, tossing it to the floor.
“H-Hyung?”
“Yeah, Siwoo.”
“Are we really… doing this?”
Siwoo’s obsidian eyes trembled as he looked up.
Raon met his gaze and gave a deep, mischievous smile.
“Yeah. I want to do this with you too.”
“Oh…”
Siwoo’s eyes widened at Raon’s low whisper.
Unable to hold back anymore, Raon kissed him again — this time more hungrily.
“Mmnh… hyung.”
“Haah.”
After wetting his lips thoroughly, he slipped his tongue into Siwoo’s mouth.
Startled by the hot intrusion, Siwoo flinched but soon responded to the kiss, tightening his arms around Raon’s waist.
Pleasure spread from his lips through his entire body, guided by the energy flowing between them.
Siwoo’s eyes fluttered shut as he trembled slightly, and Raon smirked at the sight from the corner of his eye.
You like it this much, huh?
It was almost frustrating now, remembering how Siwoo had refused the guiding earlier out of unnecessary fear.
As a guide, Raon didn’t feel the same level of pleasure as an esper, but even so, the excitement was enough to make the back of his neck tingle.
“Our Siwoo… you’re in for some punishment.”
“Nngh—”
“If you ever refuse guiding again, just you wait.”
From now on, Raon planned to drill it into him—no more running away over baseless fears.
After pulling back from the kiss, Raon licked Siwoo’s neck before biting down hard.
Hearing Siwoo’s suppressed moan, he could already feel himself getting hard.
Raon hastily stripped off his clothes, his movements impatient as his body burned with heat.
Once he was down to his last piece of underwear, he slipped a finger into Siwoo’s mouth.
“Mmph—”
“Good boy. Stay still.”
His tone was gentle, but his fingers were relentless as they explored Siwoo’s mouth.
When he finally pulled them out, Siwoo gasped for air.
Without hesitation, Raon moved his wet fingers lower.
Last time, they had the luxury of slow preparation in the shower, but tonight, there was no such chance.
And whether it was impatience or tension, Siwoo’s body felt even stiffer than before.
“Ngh—”
Unfortunately, a man’s back entrance didn’t just slick itself open.
It took effort—fingers pushing in, stretching, working against resistance.
Raon frowned as he twisted his finger inside, loosening the tightness.
No matter how many times he did this, he doubted he’d ever get used to it.
Who decided this was the place to put something in?
It was meant for the opposite function.
The whole ordeal was maddening.
The lack of proper lubrication—just saliva-slicked fingers—made it even harder.
A wave of disgust nearly made Raon bite his lip.
“Tch, damn it.”
He glanced down.
Only two fingers in, and it already felt like this would take forever.
But if he wanted to fit Siwoo’s considerable size inside, he had to stretch him thoroughly.
Otherwise, there’d be blood—and the mental image of that disaster made Raon grit his teeth and keep going.
“Ah—!”
“Hyung, does it hurt?”
“Just—hah—stay still.”
Siwoo, who had been lying quietly, either sobering up or instinctively sensing the situation, asked with concern.
But Raon had no room to spare him any attention.
He shook his head briefly, and Siwoo’s gaze drifted downward to where Raon’s fingers were working.
“Hyung, let me help.”
“What can you even—Ah!”
Raon tried to refuse again, but Siwoo suddenly sat up, forcing Raon to throw his arms around his neck in surprise.
In an instant, he was flipped onto his back, staring up at the pristine white ceiling of the dorm.
His fingers slipped out in the process.
Flustered, Raon tried to push them back in, but Siwoo had already spread his legs and lifted them, leaving him no room to move.
“Siwoo, what are you—”
“I just have to loosen this part, right?”
“Huh?”
Something about Siwoo’s low voice felt dangerous.
His face was flushed red, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Raon’s entrance.
The directness of it made Raon’s ears burn—Siwoo had never looked at him like this before.
“Wait, I’ll handle it, you don’t have to—”
“I studied.”
“What?”
Before Raon could process that stubborn reply, Siwoo bent down.
“Siwoo—ah!”
A hot tongue licked over his entrance.
The wet heat tracing his sensitive rim made his hips jerk violently.
Raon gasped in shock, staring wide-eyed at Siwoo.
“W-Wait! What the hell are you—Ah!”
He tried to push Siwoo’s head away, but it didn’t budge an inch.
Raon clenched his jaw, forcing back the moans threatening to spill out.
His mind spun.
The slow, deliberate press of Siwoo’s tongue inside sent sparks behind his eyelids.
This—this was something he’d never experienced in his entire life.
“Siwoo, Siwoo—stop, it’s dirty—ah!”
“It’s not.”
Siwoo pulled back just enough to answer, his voice deeper than usual, almost dangerous.
Then he sealed his lips over Raon’s rim again, sucking firmly.
The obscene wetness was unmistakable, and the persistent prodding of his tongue left Raon breathless.
“Ngh—Siwoo, it’s—too much, stop—”
Even though Siwoo hadn’t touched his cock once, Raon was already fully hard, precome dripping steadily.
It made no sense.
“I said st—ah!”
With a broken cry, Raon came untouched, his hips lifting off the bed as his release splattered over his stomach.
Siwoo finally pulled back, watching with darkened eyes as the white streaks dripped down Raon’s abs.
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