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Haebom let out a strange noise as his body swayed under the force of Wonho’s grip.
“Stop using so much strength. Seriously—just because you’re an Esper, doesn’t mean you have to be this strong…”
Haebom frowned as Wonho roughly shook him.
Realizing he might’ve gone too far, Wonho quickly let go and gently scanned Haebom’s face, as if asking, ‘Did I hear you right? Will you say it again if I wait quietly?’
That’s how his gaze felt to Haebom.
“…It’s not like I never thought about going back. At first, I was determined to return no matter what… That’s why, when the team leader offered to create a new identity for me and let me work at the center, I immediately said yes. I thought, if I stayed close to the gates, I could hear news about them—maybe even find a way back to the world I used to live in…”
Wonho swallowed nervously.
The gulp was so loud he flinched at his own sound.
Thankfully, Haebom didn’t seem to notice.
“…And now?”
He said at first, so there had to be a but now.
“…It’s not like I don’t want to go back at all. That place is where I was born and lived all my life—I can’t just throw it away. But… you’re not there.”
“You mean… you don’t want to go back because I’m not in that world? Did I hear that right?”
“Yeah… You did. Hah…”
Haebom tried to read Wonho’s expression, but he didn’t get the chance.
Before he even finished answering, Wonho pressed his lips against Haebom’s.
Because his eyes were open, he was forced to meet the burning heat in Wonho’s fiery red eyes, glowing as if set ablaze.
A chill ran down Haebom’s spine.
He still had more to say after admitting he wanted to stay—but Wonho’s tongue filled his mouth, leaving no space for words.
‘I haven’t even confessed yet…!’ he thought, wrapping his arms around Wonho’s neck.
As soon as Haebom accepted him completely, Wonho’s kiss grew deeper, more intense.
Wet, messy sounds filled the room from unswallowed saliva, and every time their lips parted just a little, thin strands of spit clung between them before their mouths crashed together again.
Over and over, they separated and rejoined.
“Haah… Haa….”
As their lips finally parted, Haebom panted roughly.
He couldn’t understand why he was out of breath when they were both kissing, but Wonho seemed perfectly fine.
It felt unfair—did Espers not even get winded from kissing?
“…Wonho… I like you.”
Haebom took a deep breath and laid bare his heart.
At those words, Wonho flinched like he’d been struck by lightning.
His expression froze so hard it was hard to believe he’d just been kissing so passionately.
But Haebom already knew.
It wasn’t because Wonho disliked him—he was frozen because he liked him too much.
“…I like you too, Yoon Haebom.”
“Mhm…”
Wonho’s eyes, filled with both warmth and heat, took in Haebom’s face as if he were overwhelmed by emotions he had never experienced before.
It had always been Haebom who cried.
But now, it felt like he might be the one to cry.
Still, Wonho had no intention of actually crying.
As if to match his thoughts, his eyes remained dry, even while Haebom’s began to glisten.
Wonho kissed the corners of Haebom’s damp eyes, then the tip of his nose.
And then once more, he captured Haebom’s lips.
It felt like his whole body was radiating sweetness.
12
His eyes flew open.
Or rather, they opened on their own—it felt more accurate to say they were opened.
Even with his eyes open, everything was pitch black.
But Haebom had gotten somewhat used to the darkness now.
“Why are you just lying still after waking up?”
A voice rumbled from the chest blocking his vision.
Haebom’s face was pressed right up against Wonho’s chest, and his voice vibrated against his cheek.
The ticklish sensation made Haebom pull back, only to be met with a view full of bare skin.
Reflexively, he squeezed his eyes shut.
His nape grew hot.
He could deal with darkness, but being surrounded by skin like this was still unfamiliar.
“Going back to sleep?”
“…I’m not. Dummy. I’m getting up. Let go.”
“I’m not a dummy—I’m your boyfriend. Or your lover? Pick whichever you like.”
Haebom’s face flushed in an instant.
‘What the hell is this lunatic saying now…’
Embarrassed, he buried his face back into Wonho’s chest and mumbled.
Wonho chuckled, clearly amused, which only made Haebom more flustered.
“Ah.”
Chomp—Haebom bit into the top of Wonho’s solid chest.
Wonho let out a sharp breath through his teeth, but it wasn’t because of pain.
In fact, it was Haebom who ended up in pain for biting something that felt like stone.
“Ugh…! I almost broke my tooth…! Is your chest made of rocks? Are all Espers like this?”
Haebom pressed his fingers to his front teeth with a pained expression.
Seeing this, Wonho released him and leaned in close to check.
As their faces drew nearer, Haebom instinctively pulled back—only for his neck to be caught, dragging him close again.
“Open your mouth.”
Haebom’s eyes darted nervously, but he did as told.
Wonho lightly tapped his front tooth.
It wasn’t loose, so it seemed fine.
As he stared into Haebom’s mouth to check, he noticed something else—something red and trembling uncontrollably inside.
After all the sucking and biting from the day before, both Haebom’s tongue and lips looked swollen.
And yet, they seemed even more tempting.
Driven purely by desire, Wonho’s finger slid past Haebom’s front teeth and gently tapped the trembling red flesh.
“Hngh…”
As the long finger pressed down on his tongue, a soft moan escaped between Haebom’s teeth.
The pain from biting Wonho’s chest earlier was long gone—he was far too flustered to feel anything else now.
And unlike his upper body, which had slightly pulled back, their lower bodies were still tightly pressed together.
Haebom was the second person in the room to notice the change—the first being Wonho himself.
Not that it mattered; they were the only two here anyway.
“Suck on it, Haebom.”
“Hnngh, slrp, shhlrp…!”
He wanted to protest—’What are you even saying?!’—but he couldn’t refuse when Wonho called his name so tenderly.
Haebom took the long finger into his mouth and swallowed.
His tongue slid along the finger as he began to suck obediently.
Wonho bit down, holding back a groan, watching Haebom’s red lips wrapped around his finger.
“We did it yesterday, but… should we again? If we keep having sex right after getting together, won’t you think I only like you for your body?”
His mind was tangled, but contrary to his thoughts, Wonho’s hands moved on instinct.
His right hand, slipped inside Haebom’s mouth, swam through the wet heat, feeling the pressure of Haebom’s sucking, while his other hand slithered under the blankets like a living snake.
“Mm, it hurts…! Hah…!”
Haebom bit down on the fingers in his mouth, mumbling in protest, but he couldn’t speak properly with Wonho pressing down on his tongue.
Then, another finger pushed in.
Wonho’s thoughts burned—I should be shoving my cock in here, not my fingers—as his hand trailed down Haebom’s lower stomach.
Slipping off the flimsy pajamas with one hand was nothing to Wonho.
Rubbing Haebom’s lower belly, he tugged at the loose waistband and slid his hand inside.
Haebom’s body jerked.
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