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Good thing he didn’t wear underwear under these, Wonho thought.
The moment his hand dipped in, it met Haebom’s half-hard cock.
“You’re already hard, Yoon Haebom.”
“N-No…! I’m n-not…! Hng, s-stop…! P-Pleah…!”
He wanted to say no, take this out, but his mouth was too full of fingers to form words.
He tried to spit them out, but they wouldn’t budge—and now his dick was gripped tight, his stomach tensing from the pressure.
When Wonho finally pulled his fingers out, Haebom gasped—”Hhhngh, haah…!”—but it wasn’t over.
Instead of fingers, Wonho shoved his tongue in, sealing their lips together.
Meanwhile, the blanket that had been covering them was yanked aside, exposing Haebom—pants pulled down, cock in Wonho’s grasp.
Of course, neither could see it with their mouths locked together, but Haebom burned with shame.
Why does it always make me want to hide in a hole?
“Haah… Haebom, touch me too. I’m gonna—hngh—burst. Hurry.”
“Hah, you… crazy…! M-Morning, and you—ahh…!”
“Faster…”
When Haebom didn’t move, Wonho grabbed his small, delicate hand and shoved it into his own pants.
Like Haebom, Wonho wasn’t wearing underwear under his pajama bottoms.
What kind of perverted—
His hand slid in without resistance, meeting scorching heat.
The angry, swollen flesh under his fingertips made it clear—he had to free it from the fabric.
“Ngh! D-Don’t bite…! Are you a damn d-dog?!”
As he pulled Wonho’s cock out, the other man bit his lower lip, making Haebom scowl.
His body was already covered in bite marks from last night—he hadn’t checked, but he knew.
And yet, here Wonho was, biting again.
Haebom glared. In response, Wonho licked the bitten lip.
“You said I’m a dog. Woof, woof.”
“W-What kind of dog—ahh! N-Not cute…! Nngh! S-Stop…!”
“Not cute? Then… bark, bark?”
Between sucking on his lips, Wonho’s words were a taunt.
Calling himself a puppy?
More like a damn mutt.
The absurd thought vanished when Wonho—now freed—grabbed both their cocks at once.
Slick with precum, his palm wrapped around them, stroking.
All while teasing Haebom’s lips with his tongue, playfully growling, “Bark, bark.”
No remorse for the biting—just a man who’d decided to actually act like a dog.
“Hah, nngh…! I-I’m close…!”
The thick, throbbing length rubbing against his own sensitive cock had him on the edge instantly.
But Wonho wasn’t about to let him finish alone.
“Already? Yoon Haebom, you cum too fast. Are you a rabbit? I’m the dog, and you’re the rabbit—what is this, Animal Kingdom?”
“S-Shut up…! Hah! Ah, ahh…! D-Don’t stop. L-Let me—ahh!”
Wonho’s thumb pressed down on his slit, smirking darkly.
Rabbit. Dog.
Cute words, but with Wonho jerking him off like this, they felt anything but sweet.
Haebom’s vision whited out from the relentless pleasure.
Wonho’s thumb kept pressing, his strokes speeding up.
Denied release, Haebom’s body twitched helplessly.
Watching Haebom squirm was far more thrilling than just stroking himself.
“Wonho… ahh…!”
“Fuck… Yoon Haebom…!”
Haebom called out Wonho’s name, wrapping his arms around his neck and arching his back.
Eventually, Wonho couldn’t hold back any longer.
As he removed his thumb and stroked the shaft, Haebom released the semen he’d been holding in.
The moment Haebom’s cum touched his hand, Wonho also spilled thick ropes of his own.
Their hot release mingled together.
“Haah… Haah…”
Having already come so much the night before, Haebom’s semen was sparse and thin.
The exhaustion from climaxing left his body limp, devoid of strength.
Still, he didn’t forget to shoot Wonho a glare.
“I’ll wash you.”
“…Mhm.”
Annoying as he was, Haebom still wanted to clean up, so he obediently let Wonho carry him to the bathroom.
Wonho settled him into the tub first, then stripped off his pajamas.
After adjusting the water temperature, he filled the tub.
Watching Wonho like this made Haebom feel strange.
Though Wonho was the root cause of all this, seeing him take care of him so naturally left Haebom with an odd, unsettled feeling.
As soon as Haebom entered the guides’ lounge, the three inside greeted him warmly.
“You’re here? It’s been way too long since we last saw you!”
“Seriously, where have you been these past few days? You said it wasn’t a rampage, but we were worried when you didn’t show up.”
Lee Taeyoung, Kim Jihyun, and Yoon Geonwoo studied Haebom with concern, only relaxing once they confirmed he was unharmed.
They’d heard it wasn’t a rampage, but being absent from the center for days must have meant something serious happened.
Of course, they hadn’t been completely out of contact—Haebom had sent messages assuring them he was fine—but that hadn’t been enough to ease their minds.
Only now, seeing him in person, could they finally relax.
“Thanks for worrying about me. Well, the center was hectic, so I just… didn’t go. But on my way here, I saw everything’s been restored.”
He’d heard about the repairs, but seeing them in person was astonishing.
He’d witnessed Wonho use his abilities a few times, and he’d seen Na Hyunjoon wreak havoc with his powers too.
Yet, the fact that the completely destroyed building had been restored to its original state in such a short time was nothing short of incredible.
He’d also heard the nature-type Espers had struggled with the task.
Wonho’s abilities technically fell under that category, but since his training focused on combat, he wasn’t suited for reconstruction work.
Thinking about it, there wasn’t much use for an ice-based ability when rebuilding structures.
“There were even rumors that Esper Wonho had locked you up. Seeing him bring you here today, who knows—maybe he’ll do it soon,” Jihyun joked, though they all knew it wasn’t entirely a jest.
An Esper’s possessiveness over their guide was infamous—enough to inspire movies and novels.
Even ordinary people knew about it, let alone guides who worked directly with them.
“You know what to do if you get confined, right? We’ve all been trained. Recite it for me.”
Haebom tried to laugh it off, but Taeyoung took the baton from Jihyun and pressed on, listing off emergency protocols and reporting procedures from guide training—waiting until Haebom repeated them back.
So in the end, Haebom had to parrot Taeyoung’s instructions like a memorization drill.
He didn’t think Wonho would actually confine him, but he wouldn’t put it past him to want to.
Even now, Wonho kept suggesting he just stay home if possible.
After keeping him up all night, then making sure he couldn’t even step outside in the morning—it was clearly a ploy to drain his energy so he couldn’t leave.
Not that Haebom had minded that part.
“Your expression says it all. Time for a refresher course—!”
“Ahh! I’ll remember everything, I swear! Instructor, please go easy on me!”
As Haebom made a strange face while thinking of Wonho, Taeyoung barked like a drill sergeant.
Playing along, Haebom clasped his hands together in mock pleading.
The training wasn’t that boring, but he’d rather not repeat what he’d just learned—especially since he hadn’t been a guide for long.
“Then recite the emergency protocols every morning. Understood?”
Haebom nodded quickly, and Taeyoung smiled in satisfaction.
Watching them, Jihyun and Geonwoo shook their heads, silently vowing never to become that kind of senior.
“If you’d stayed home, you wouldn’t have heard about Esper Na Hyunjoon, huh?”
“Ah… no, I haven’t. What happened?”
Wonho would tell him if he asked, though grudgingly, but Haebom had only checked that no one was hurt and left it at that.
Geonwoo, as if expecting that, nodded and explained what happened after Haebom left with Wonho.
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