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Haebom quickly lifted his hand, pressing it over Wonho’s on his cheek, nuzzling into the touch.
Tears spilled freely, soaking both their hands, but neither cared.
“Fuck, you’re cute. So cute I could eat you up.”
What kind of nonsense—?
Mumbling incoherently, Haebom glared up at him through bleary eyes—only for Wonho to snap his hips up sharply.
Haebom squeezed his eyes shut, giving up on the glare.
Thankfully, Wonho finally released his cock.
His swollen, throbbing length twitched violently.
The problem?
He needed to come—but nothing was coming out.
The pleasure kept building, yet release was denied.
Haebom’s face twisted in frustration.
And Wonho kept moving, each thrust layering more pleasure until Haebom swore all the blood in his body had rushed straight to his cock.
He shook his head wildly—no more, no more—but Wonho wasn’t the type to listen.
Wonho figured that since he’d stopped Haebom from coming earlier, he should let him now.
So he adjusted his thrusts, pressing deliberately against the spots that made Haebom shudder, rubbing him inside out.
“Ah—ahh! F-Front…! I’m gonna—!”
It felt like release—but something was off.
This wasn’t the same as ejaculating.
It was more like… the urge to piss?
Panicked, Haebom reached down—only for his hand to be slapped away.
“I said I’d let you come, so why’re grabbing? You can come now. Yoon Haebom.”
“N-No—! Ah—ahh! S-Stop—! Hngh! Aah!”
Wonho pinned Haebom’s wrists and fucked into him harder, faster, hammering against that deep spot until Haebom couldn’t hold back anymore.
His entire body jolted, blood surging to his cock—no way to stop it, no way to resist.
“Hah—!”
A scream-like moan tore from Haebom’s throat as liquid gushed from his cock—not in spurts, but in a fountain, splashing over his own trapped hands.
Wonho’s breath caught. It wasn’t cum.
It was clear.
Almost transparent.
…What the hell did he just…?
Too stunned to speak, Haebom’s vision blurred, his mind blank except for the fading aftershocks.
Slowly, his thoughts cleared.
His sight sharpened.
But he was too scared to look down.
“No. Don’t make that face.”
“…No?”
He didn’t ask what no meant.
Just stared up at Wonho with trembling eyes, his expression stricken.
Wonho’s face was firm, though truthfully, he didn’t know what it was either.
But it was odorless. Clear.
Probably not what Haebom was thinking.
“Yeah. No.”
Haebom didn’t realize Wonho was bluffing.
He took his word for it, his stiff body relaxing slightly. As the tension eased, he shot Wonho a glare.
“This is your fault. Ah—! D-Don’t move…!”
He was about to tell Wonho to take responsibility, but the words caught in his throat when Wonho began moving again.
Wonho, slowly shifting his hips as he looked down at Haebom, suddenly thrust deeply, hitting an inner spot.
Even though he’d already come—something strange had even come out—with Wonho’s renewed motion, another wave of climax surged through him.
It was so intense he doubted a person could even feel this much.
To make things worse, the faster Wonho moved, the wetter and lewder the sounds became from where Haebom had already spilled all over his stomach.
Squelch, squelch—the obscene sounds only added to his growing shame, even though he kept telling himself it wasn’t that bad.
“Won—mmph!”
He tried to tell Wonho to stop, but before he could speak, Wonho leaned down and blocked his mouth.
Swallowing his soft lips, Wonho pushed his tongue between them and ravaged his mouth without hesitation.
With Wonho overwhelming him like that again, Haebom couldn’t even think straight from the pleasure.
And so, Haebom kept taking it—kept feeling wave after wave of sensation crashing over him—until Wonho was finally satisfied.
By then, he’d blacked out.
And even with Haebom passed out, Wonho hadn’t lost strength.
Quietly, he grabbed his own cock and stroked it—that part, only he knew.
Drip. Drip.
There was a faint sound, steady and rhythmic.
Something was falling.
Haebom had heard that sound before.
When was it?
He couldn’t remember exactly, not fully awake yet.
But as the thought slowly formed in his mind, sensation began to return to his body.
Everything felt so heavy—it was almost absurd.
Even his eyelids felt weighted.
Click.
The sound of a door opening broke through the haze.
Footsteps approached, and Haebom knew immediately—it was Wonho.
He’d come to recognize those footsteps.
Without realizing it, the corners of his lips curled up.
Even though his body felt leaden, moving his face wasn’t too difficult.
“…You’re awake?”
Wonho’s voice was oddly subdued, a little deeper than usual.
Haebom nodded slightly without opening his eyes.
Just that movement and a small smile were enough to confirm he was back in his body now.
He took a deep breath and finally forced his eyelids open.
Amid the blur, he could make out Wonho’s large frame, dominating his field of view.
“Pfft…”
“Why are you laughing? You scared the hell out of me, passing out like that, and now you’re laughing?”
Wonho growled as he spoke.
But Haebom just gave a helpless, incredulous chuckle.
Like—really?
Who do you think made me pass out in the first place?
Wonho let out a deep sigh.
He knew.
He knew full well that Haebom had fainted entirely because of him.
He’d thought he was keeping control during everything, but in the end, he was just a beast.
He hadn’t paid any attention to Haebom’s condition, only focused on satisfying his own desire.
He’d driven Haebom to his limits just to get more of the guiding energy that radiated from him.
Nothing more than a selfish, desperate creature.
When Haebom didn’t wake up for a whole day, Wonho kept repeating to himself: ‘I’ll never lose control like that again.’
Over and over.
His unstable wave patterns didn’t just affect him anymore.
He’d never had thoughts like this since becoming an Esper, which only confirmed how deeply he must care for Haebom.
“…I’m sorry.”
Wonho buried his face in his hands and apologized with a sigh.
Haebom was about to retort—’What are you sorry for? You’re the reason I’m like this!’—but something in Wonho’s voice made him stop.
Instead, he reached out and gave a small wave of his fingers.
He could’ve spoken, but judging by how his throat felt—dry, scratchy—his voice probably wasn’t in good shape.
Thankfully, even that little gesture was enough.
Wonho understood and came closer.
Sitting lightly on the edge of the bed, he looked down at Haebom.
Haebom waved his hand again, and Wonho leaned his shoulder close so Haebom could reach.
He stretched out his hand and gently patted Wonho’s head.
It meant: ‘It’s okay.’
Guiding Wonho wasn’t something he did out of obligation.
It was something he wanted to do.
So there was no need for Wonho to be so hard on himself.
Though… it was still kind of ridiculous for him to act like it was Haebom’s fault.
Smack—
A soft sound of contact. Haebom’s eyes widened as he looked at Wonho.
The man, quietly letting himself be patted, had just kissed Haebom’s forehead.
Seeing his surprised expression, Wonho smiled faintly.
“Want some water?”
Haebom nodded.
Wonho, already prepared, reached over to the bedside table, poured some water into a glass, and slid his hands under Haebom’s arms to help him sit up.
Whenever Wonho treated him like this, Haebom felt like a baby.
He pouted slightly, and Wonho raised an eyebrow, then bent down to press a kiss against the pout.
“You weren’t asking for a kiss? Oh well, too late.”
When Haebom frowned in response, Wonho chuckled and handed him the water.
Haebom gave him a sideways glance before bringing the glass to his lips and drinking deeply.
The lukewarm water helped soothe his scratchy throat.
“…Haa.”
“Want more?”
Haebom shook his head. He didn’t feel like drinking any more.
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