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It didn’t help that Wonho had lost the towel somewhere along the way.
If there was at least a piece of cloth between them, it might have been slightly better.
“…I want to sit on the floor.”
Haebom, who had been fidgeting in an attempt to find a comfortable position, finally stopped moving and muttered under his breath.
It was no wonder—every time he shifted, he became more aware of the presence growing between his cheeks, pressing insistently against him.
He had no idea when it had gotten this hard.
It was even hotter than the steaming bathwater.
“I don’t like this…”
“…Why? You’re uncomfortable too. The tub is big enough, so why do we have to sit like this…?”
At Wonho’s firm response, Haebom trailed off.
The bathtub was enormous—big enough that even if there were another set of them, they’d still have plenty of space.
And yet, Wonho refused to let him go.
Haebom, who had initially tried to wriggle free, eventually gave up and let his body slump in defeat.
When the back of Haebom’s head rested against his chest, Wonho’s expression softened with satisfaction.
The urge to plunge into that soft entrance right away was nearly overwhelming, but this was nice too.
Haebom, meanwhile, pretended to ignore the rigid length pressed between his cheeks and let the warmth of the bath soothe his exhaustion.
“What did you even do to be this tired?”
Noticing how visibly drained Haebom looked, Wonho furrowed his brows.
He even considered making him take some tonic medicine—something he’d never bothered thinking about for anyone else before.
“Yeah… why am I so tired?”
Haebom rolled his eyes.
He couldn’t possibly tell Wonho the real reason.
Wonho clicked his tongue in disapproval.
He decided that tonight, he wouldn’t go too far and would just let Haebom rest.
Not doing anything wasn’t an option for Wonho.
Unaware of Wonho’s thoughts, Haebom gradually relaxed, his previously stiff body loosening as fatigue melted away.
Despite having complained about being uncomfortable, he soon leaned back against Wonho, seeking warmth.
Wonho chuckled softly at the contradiction.
But then, he suddenly felt Haebom trying to pull away.
“…Why?”
“Huh? W-what do you mean, why?”
“You were leaning all over me, and now you’re trying to move away. Why?”
A small, strangled noise escaped from Haebom’s lips.
Feeling relaxed and drowsy was nice, but the thing wedged between his cheeks wouldn’t stop twitching, constantly making its presence known.
They weren’t even guiding—so why the hell was it getting bigger?
“…Why is it getting hard? We’re not even guiding.”
In the end, Haebom swallowed his embarrassment and whispered the question.
Wonho raised an eyebrow, then let out a low hum of realization.
“This?”
“Eek! Don’t move…!”
Wonho gave a slight thrust of his hips, rubbing his solid, burning flesh against Haebom’s ass.
The sensation was even stranger in the water.
It was just another man’s cock—so why was it so embarrassing?
Besides, Wonho was the one shamelessly flaunting it, so why was he the one feeling flustered…?
Even as he grumbled internally, the unmistakable pressure between his cheeks made him tremble.
“Well, I don’t know. Why do you think it’s getting hard even without guiding?”
Sitting naked in a bathtub, pressed flush against someone he liked—if it didn’t get hard, that would make him a eunuch.
But Haebom couldn’t even consider that possibility.
Instead, he wondered if he had unconsciously released guiding energy.
That thought made him realize how far he had come.
It felt like just yesterday when he would panic and run away at the slightest sign of guiding energy affecting his body.
Now, he wasn’t running at all—if anything, he was leaning in closer.
He wasn’t sure if this counted as progress to be proud of, but at least he didn’t feel aversion toward guiding anymore.
“But, Yoon Haebom… I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one in this state.”
“Ah, hngh…! W-wait…!”
Maybe it was because he was so relaxed, or maybe it was because he was hyper-aware of Wonho’s presence behind him, but Haebom hadn’t even noticed his own reaction.
However, the moment Wonho touched him, he felt it—he wasn’t the only one getting hard.
“A-Ah…! D-don’t move it…!”
Wonho didn’t just hold him—he started stroking him up and down.
It was already a sensitive spot, but the stimulation in the water made it even worse.
Haebom instinctively bent forward, but Wonho held him firmly, an arm wrapped around his shoulder to keep him in place.
He had barely done anything before, only experiencing a handful of sexual encounters through guiding, but Wonho’s touch was growing bolder and more skilled.
The heat of the steaming bath mixed with the heat of Wonho’s hand, sending pleasure rushing to the tip of Haebom’s cock.
His breathing grew heavier as he was helplessly caught in the sensation.
He tried to reach down to pry Wonho’s hand away, but the moment he did, Wonho squeezed his shaft harder, making his fingers go weak.
“H-Hngh…! I-I think… I’m gonna…!”
He hadn’t even realized how worked up he was, but before he knew it, release was crashing over him.
Maybe it was because they were in the water, but Haebom felt every tremor in his own body as it shuddered from the force of his orgasm.
He squirmed, but he couldn’t escape.
“Ahn…!”
Eventually, Haebom came in Wonho’s hand, his body jerking from the aftermath.
Wonho simply watched, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as Haebom trembled in his grasp.
The water was now mixed with Haebom’s release, and the sight made Wonho’s cock throb painfully.
He wanted to sink it into that tight little hole between Haebom’s cheeks immediately.
He already knew how good it felt to be inside Haebom.
Resisting was impossible.
Letting go of Haebom’s softening cock, Wonho instead slid his hands up to Haebom’s shoulders, pushing him forward slightly.
“W-why…?”
All Haebom had wanted was to soak in warm water and relieve his fatigue.
How had things ended up like this?
When he had stepped into the tub with Wonho, he hadn’t expected this to happen.
But that was only because he didn’t understand how easily Wonho’s desire ignited at the mere sight of him.
“You think you get to cum alone? Yoon Haebom, that’s unfair. You get to enjoy yourself, but I don’t?”
“T-this isn’t fair…! Y-you were the one who made me—!”
“Yeah. So now, it’s only fair if you make me cum too. Right?”
A weak whimper escaped him.
Being pushed forward naturally raised his hips, exposing just enough of his ass to be seen above the water.
It wasn’t completely out of the tub, but it was enough to make Wonho’s breath hitch.
Wonho’s fingers slipped between his cheeks, finding the tightly clenched entrance.
He traced over the puckered rim before gently pressing inside.
The hole quivered before it swallowed the first knuckle of his finger.
“Relax, Haebom.”
He always told him to relax when they did this, but Haebom had no idea how he was supposed to do that.
Every time something breached his entrance, his muscles instinctively tightened.
Wonho clicked his tongue, then ran his free hand up Haebom’s spine.
The water on his skin made him feel even slicker.
“Hnn, ah…!”
Wonho’s hand traveled forward, fingers brushing over Haebom’s chest.
The moment he flicked a firm nipple, he felt it—the tight ring around his finger unclenched for just a moment.
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