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The hole that had swallowed one knuckle now took in an entire finger as Wonho pushed deeper.
He gritted his teeth.
If just a single finger made it squirm and clench like this, what would happen when he forced his cock inside?
The thought alone was dizzying.
He thrust his finger in and out, stimulating Haebom’s body.
Of course, he didn’t forget to knead his chest with his other hand.
As he worked him up and down, the hole gradually loosened.
The tight, elastic entrance grew pliant under Wonho’s fingers.
Seizing the moment, he slid in another finger, scissoring them to stretch the hole wider.
“I-It feels like water’s…! Nngh…! D-Don’t stretch it… Ah, ahh…!”
With his fingers spreading him open, Haebom could feel water seeping inside.
He couldn’t tell if it was really happening or just his imagination, but the sensation was bizarre.
His body squirmed as he tried to evade Wonho’s fingers, but Wonho was relentless, thrusting faster to soften him up.
“Tch… Yoon Haebom, you’re leaking guiding energy now?”
The strange sensation of water filling his stomach made it impossible for Haebom to think straight.
In the end, he made a choice he wouldn’t have if he were rational—if he released his guiding energy, maybe Wonho, who was sensitive to it, would come undone.
Then he’d let go, and Haebom could escape this bizarre feeling in his gut. It was a ridiculous thought.
Of course, there was no escape. Wonho, teeth clenched, immediately increased his fingers from two to four.
Unaware that Wonho had been holding back the urge to fuck him open, Haebom—this foolish man—had just stimulated him with guiding energy.
Overwhelmed by the sudden stretch, Haebom gasped.
“Ah, it hurts…!”
“Even if it hurts, endure it. You’re the one who provoked me.”
“Nngh—! T-Too fast…! I didn’t…! Nnngh!”
He tried to say he hadn’t provoked him and that it was too fast, but the words wouldn’t come.
His body shook violently from the fingers plunging inside, forcing broken moans from his lips.
Afraid he might bite his tongue, he clamped his mouth shut.
Wonho didn’t care whether Haebom spoke or stayed silent—he was entirely focused on loosening him up.
Even if the guiding energy had riled him up further, he couldn’t hurt Haebom.
Yet once the energy started flowing, it poured out like a flood.
“Ah, ahh…! S-Stop…!”
His mouth begged for mercy, but his hole greedily swallowed Wonho’s fingers.
Did he even realize the state he was in?
Wonho suddenly pulled his fingers out, scraping against the inner walls, and Haebom shuddered, reaching another climax.
Though the water obscured the view, it was clear another cloudy liquid had spilled out.
While his own cock remained untouched, Haebom had already come twice.
Wonho decided it was his turn now.
Something hard pressed against the thoroughly stimulated, sensitive hole.
Unlike fingers, which had bones, this was blunt, hot flesh—there was no need to ask what it was.
“W-Wonho…? Ngh—!”
Was he really going to push it in?
Haebom’s pupils trembled.
He turned his head, calling Wonho’s name desperately, but Wonho’s gaze was fixed between Haebom’s flushed cheeks.
Even if he noticed, he didn’t care.
Right now, Wonho’s mind was consumed with one thing—burying himself inside Haebom.
Even so, he tried not to hurt him.
Part of him wanted to grab Haebom’s slender waist and yank him down, but that would definitely cause damage.
No matter how much he’d stretched him, fingers had their limits.
He almost wished his fingers were longer.
“Ah, ahh…! Ngh!”
Haebom trembled at the slow, splitting stretch.
Just the tip inside was enough to make Wonho groan, pleasure surging to his scalp.
The tight hole—small like the rest of Haebom—either tried to expel the intruder or milk him dry.
Either way, it felt unbelievably good.
“Yoon Haebom… Haebom. Relax.”
“…Huh? Nngh—! T-Too much…! Nnngh!”
Worried he’d never fit entirely, Wonho pressed his lips to Haebom’s ear and whispered.
Maybe the bathtub and the unfamiliar position made him tense—even as he tried to relax, his body stayed taut.
Then, suddenly, Haebom’s muscles gave way.
Wonho didn’t miss the chance.
Gripping Haebom’s waist, he pulled him down.
Despite his efforts, he couldn’t sink in fully, but more than half of his length disappeared inside.
“Haa…”
The tight heat forced a ragged sigh from Wonho.
Fuck, it’s too good.
Honestly, he’d never enjoyed guiding energy with anyone else, and he had no sexual experience to compare this to—but he couldn’t imagine anything better.
If he could stay like this with Haebom forever, he’d willingly face endless gates, monsters, or criminals.
Even if it meant risking his life.
“I’m moving.”
The shock of hearing Wonho speak so tenderly for the first time made Haebom go limp.
He wanted to ask what he meant, but before he could adjust, Wonho started thrusting, leaving him no chance to speak.
All he could do was moan and move with him.
“Nngh—! Ahh! W-Won…! Ah—!”
With each snap of Wonho’s hips, the half-buried cock drove deeper.
Every time, Haebom marveled at how big a human could be.
Thud, thud—it hammered against his walls, making his vision blur.
He couldn’t tell if the wetness on his skin was sweat or water.
It was just hot, just too much.
“Fuck, Yoon Haebom. What do you even do with all that food? You’re still so damn thin.”
“D-Don’t press—ahh…!”
The hand on Haebom’s waist slid forward.
He thought Wonho might grope his chest, but instead, it settled on his flat stomach—so sunken that the outline of Wonho’s cock was visible beneath.
Wonho clicked his tongue, torn between finding it obscenely hot and frustrating.
No matter how much he fed him, Haebom never gained weight.
Pressing down on his stomach, Wonho thrust up sharply.
By now, Haebom’s small, tight hole had swallowed every last inch of his thick cock.
“Hah… You took it all, Yoon Haebom.”
What the hell are you even eating?
Probably something you cooked yourself! He wanted to snap, but the words wouldn’t come out.
It wasn’t even a long sentence, yet his voice failed him.
Every time he tried to speak, Wonho would slam his hips upward, fucking into him relentlessly.
Was he doing it on purpose?
Or was it just because he couldn’t hold back?
Maybe both.
Each time Wonho drove his hips up, the water sloshed violently in the tub, spilling over the edges.
Haebom found even that unbearably humiliating.
There was no one else here—just him and Wonho.
And Wonho was the one doing all of this, so why did he have to feel so ashamed?
Meanwhile, Wonho, fucking him from behind, didn’t seem the least bit bothered.
“Hngh—ah! Nngh! S-slow…! Ah!”
The water drained out faster and faster as the movements grew rougher.
Haebom’s body shook like he was caught in the middle of an earthquake.
Whether Wonho plunged deep or teased shallowly at his entrance, it drove him insane either way.
The bathroom was thick with heat, and the pleasure pounding through him left his mind hazy, unstable.
He wondered if he’d pass out again.
Thud—!
“Agh—!”
A brutal thrust nearly split him in half, wrenching a shattered scream from his throat.
Then, just like the scalding bathwater—no, hotter—he felt liquid spilling deep inside him.
“Tch…!”
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