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After their lips parted, Wonho began licking down Haebom’s body with his tongue, replacing the hands that had explored every inch of him earlier.
He started with the pale curve beneath Haebom’s lips, licking and sucking until Haebom was certain his skin had flushed a deep red.
After lavishing attention on his chin, Wonho moved lower, trailing down to his neck, marking the smooth skin as his hands roamed Haebom’s body.
Whether from excitement or something else, when Wonho teased his stiffened nipple with his fingers, a hot moan burst from between Haebom’s teeth.
Wonho seemed to like that.
After thoroughly marking his neck, he moved even lower, taking the nipple he’d just toyed with into his mouth.
“Ah—it tickles…!”
The dizzying sensation of Wonho’s tongue rolling over his nipple made Haebom shudder.
If asked whether it was just ticklish, he’d say no—his whole body buzzed, his lower stomach tingled, and his body, already anticipating the pleasure to come, made one particular area throb insistently.
It was a sensation he’d never felt before.
Haebom didn’t even notice when his last remaining piece of underwear was stripped away.
Only when fingers brushed against that ticklish, sensitive hole did he realize he was fully exposed.
But realizing it didn’t change anything.
“Ah—!”
“Tight.”
Haebom’s face twisted as something hard pushed inside, spreading him open.
Normally, Wonho would have slicked him up thoroughly, enough to draw shameful, wet sounds, but right now, he didn’t seem to have the patience for it.
Haebom knew full well there was lube scattered all over the guide’s office.
He was about to tell Wonho to go get some—until Wonho lifted his upper body and hoisted Haebom’s hips up.
What the hell was happening now?
Because Wonho was kneeling on the bed, pulling Haebom’s hips upward, the first thing Haebom saw wasn’t Wonho’s face—it was his own fully erect cock.
It wasn’t like Haebom had never seen his own dick before.
He saw it every time he washed or used the bathroom, so it wasn’t unfamiliar.
But just because it was familiar didn’t make this situation any less unnatural.
The real problem came next.
“Hng—! Hah, ah—! Wh-what are you doing?!”
The issue wasn’t just that his stiff length was now right between his own thighs.
That alone would’ve been manageable—not something he’d ever expected in his life, but still not the main problem.
No, the real shock came when Wonho tilted his head slightly and buried his face between Haebom’s raised cheeks, right where his hole was exposed to the air.
If Wonho had just taken his cock into his mouth, Haebom wouldn’t have been this stunned.
But Wonho’s face was pressed right between his ass cheeks—exactly where his fingers or cock usually went.
And now, something much softer and hotter than either of those was touching him there.
Not that Haebom could tell whether Wonho’s tongue or his cock was hotter.
All he knew for certain was that Wonho’s tongue was on him—there.
“We don’t have lube. Stop squirming.”
Slap.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh.
Normally, when their bodies collided in bed, it was with a violent, almost destructive force—but this time, it was just the light smack of Wonho’s hand coming down on Haebom’s plush ass.
Wonho relished the way Haebom’s soft flesh filled his grip, but Haebom burned with humiliation, his face flushing crimson.
It didn’t hurt—the slap had been light.
But his pride ached.
He liked Wonho, sure, but being stripped bare and spanked by someone his own age was just too shameful…
Wonho watched Haebom’s flustered expression with dark amusement, kneading the ass in his grasp before pushing his tongue in deeper.
Pressing his lips flush against Haebom’s hole, he sucked, drawing out lewd, wet noises—schlick, slurp, squelch—until Haebom thought he might pass clean out from embarrassment.
“Hah—! Ngh—! Don’t, ah—!”
He should have told him to stop, but Wonho sucked at his hole as if determined not to give Haebom a chance to speak.
Haebom clenched his eyes shut, stimulated by the feel of Wonho’s hair brushing against his cock.
Though patches of Wonho’s white hair had darkened from guiding, Haebom didn’t even notice.
He reached out and tangled his fingers in Wonho’s hair—something he could do even with his eyes closed.
Wonho didn’t care if Haebom pulled his hair out strand by strand.
Right now, his only purpose was to suck Haebom’s hole.
Having his hole ravished like this was far more obscene, far more shameless than having his cock sucked—it made him feel like his toes might curl right off.
Yet it felt so good he thought he’d lose his mind.
“You like it?”
“Hng…! D-Don’t… t-talk…! Ah—!”
Wonho laughed under his breath, deliberately wetting the rim and rubbing his inner walls, making Haebom tremble violently.
It was too much.
Wonho’s sharp nose already pressed against his perineum, driving him wild, but the lewd, slurping sounds combined with his teasing words made it impossible to hold back.
“W-Wait…! Wono…! Ah—!”
He tried to call out for Wonho to stop, but it wasn’t that easy.
Moans kept spilling out instead—he was too far gone.
In the end, Haebom came, gripping Wonho’s white hair tightly.
Of course, his release splattered all over Wonho’s hair, but neither of them had the presence of mind to care.
Even as his hole was being devoured, Haebom knew Wonho wasn’t as far gone as he was.
Wonho’s energy carried a cold wavelength, just like his abilities, leaving his body cooler than most.
Yet, perhaps because of that inner chill, Wonho’s skin burned hotter than an ordinary person’s.
The contrast was maddening.
Every time they tangled together, Wonho felt like he was becoming human—his entire body, inside and out, flooded with heat.
Haebom’s guiding energy was more than enough to melt the cold inside him.
The more pleasure Haebom felt, the thicker that warmth grew.
“Hah…!”
Something hard pressed against his already slick entrance.
He didn’t need to look to know what it was. Haebom shuddered, his hole fluttering as it accepted the fingers pushing inside.
What had been tight before was now pliant and wet from Wonho’s efforts.
Every thrust drew out filthy, sticky sounds.
Wonho wanted to bury everything inside Haebom at once—his tongue, his fingers, his cock.
It was frustrating, knowing there were limits.
He couldn’t just keep tasting him with his tongue forever.
His wavelength had already spiked high enough to bleach his hair white again—not quite out of control, but close.
He needed thicker, heavier guiding energy.
No, even without it, he ached for Haebom so badly it hurt.
Lowering his wavelength with guiding energy was just a side effect.
The only thing on his mind was taking Haebom, burying himself deep inside that tight heat.
“Ngh…!”
As Wonho’s tongue dragged along his inner walls, another spurt of cum shot from Haebom’s cock.
It wasn’t a full orgasm, so the amount wasn’t much—but it was enough to splatter across Wonho’s forehead as he lifted his head.
“Ha. Yun Haebom. Ease up on the territorial marking. You won’t even say you like me, but you’ll claim me like this?”
“You…! Crazy…! S-Stop… ngh…!”
If Wonho’s hair had been purely white, the mess might not have been so visible.
But thanks to the guiding, dark streaks stood out starkly against the pale strands, making the splattered cum unmistakable.
And now, with his head tilted back, the cloudy fluid dripped down his smooth forehead.
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