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Wonho had barely held back the moment he’d pushed in, fighting the urge to come.
But now, with no restraint left, he buried himself to the hilt and emptied everything into Haebom.
The release was so intense, Haebom could practically feel the weight of it inside him.
Wonho stilled, arms wrapping around Haebom’s smaller frame as he rode out the aftershocks.
Between the spilled cum and the violent motions, only half the bathwater remained, the tub now murky and barely clinging to the edges.
Even as pleasure still hummed through him, Wonho realized if they stayed like this, Haebom would catch a cold.
With a flick of his ability, he turned the shower lever.
Warm water rained down from the ceiling-mounted showerhead into the tub.
“…Why?”
Haebom had assumed they were done now that Wonho had come.
But the shower meant bath time wasn’t over.
He knew that during guidance, Wonho never stopped after just one round—but this wasn’t guidance, was it?
Not that he knew what else to call it.
“What do you mean, ‘why’? You wanna get sick? Stop squirming like a brat and stay still.”
“…Then let’s just stop. Let’s get out. Hm?”
Who the hell was the one who made me hurt so much in the first place?!
Haebom grumbled under his breath, voice thick with resentment.
Even as he complained, he could still feel Wonho’s cock twitching inside him.
Not just the cock—the cum filling him up, sloshing in his stomach with every movement.
“No.”
The flat refusal made Haebom frown.
Wonho didn’t like him trying to escape, so he snapped his hips up again.
“Hngk—!”
A lewd noise slipped out before he could stop it.
Haebom shot him a glare, but Wonho just swallowed his protests with a deep kiss, lips sealing over his reddened ones.
“Nngh… haah…”
A hot tongue scraped against the roof of his mouth, claiming every inch, while below, slow, deliberate thrusts dragged that thick length against his oversensitive walls.
The cum still inside made the sensation even stranger.
“Hah… Wonho.”
“Say it.”
“I hate this position. I wanna… face you.”
Damn this fucking fox…!
Wonho swallowed back the heat rising in his chest.
The audacity of this brat—not even understanding his own feelings, much less Wonho’s—to demand they switch positions.
He was insane.
“Hah! Why’s it—getting bigger?! You’re not human!”
Haebom’s words only stoked the fire.
Wonho gritted his teeth, but it didn’t calm his raging arousal.
Even after coming, his cock hadn’t softened at all—if anything, it swelled even thicker inside Haebom’s tight heat.
It was already too much, filling him to the brim, and now it was expanding?
His stomach might actually burst.
“I’m gonna—rupture… you crazy bastard…!”
“Fuck, stop whining. Yoon Haebom, you want to get split open?”
“Hah—ah! Nngh…!”
Wonho had no intention of actually hurting him.
But Haebom was the one provoking him.
Jaw clenched, he finally gave in, turning Haebom around to face him.
Haebom had assumed switching positions meant Wonho would pull out first—maybe even let some of that cum spill out.
Not that facing the bathroom wall instead of Wonho was bad.
No, it was mind-blowing.
But still… he wanted more.
Facing each other, holding tight—that would be even better.
The problem?
Wonho didn’t pull out. Instead, he slid his hands under Haebom’s arms and spun him.
A full 180-degree turn, his cock grinding mercilessly against every inch of Haebom’s inner walls along the way.
“You came again, Yoon Haebom.”
The moment their bodies faced each other, Haebom’s cock twitched, spurting cloudy release—directly onto Wonho’s chest.
“Ah… haah… I’m exhausted, you fucking… madman…”
Haebom spoke in a voice so wrecked it was barely recognizable.
If he could, he would’ve loved to grab Wonho’s jet-black hair with both hands and yank it out, but he didn’t even have the strength to twitch a finger.
Wrapping his arms around Wonho’s neck was already a struggle.
And even that would’ve been pointless if Wonho had shaken him off with a thrust of his hips.
The only reason Haebom hadn’t collapsed backward was because Wonho had a firm grip on his waist.
“I’m the one doing all the moving. Is it because we’re in the water?”
Wonho was delighted by how Haebom responded to every lift of his hips, every touch—even in this utterly boneless, limp state.
Of course he was.
With a shameless grin, Wonho pulled Haebom’s body tighter against him and drove into him harder, the wet slaps of skin echoing loudly.
Every time Wonho moved, water sloshed violently over the edges of the tub.
He knew exactly why Haebom struggled so much whenever they did this.
The training materials for male Guides detailed just how overwhelming it could be for the receptive partner.
Without that education, there’d be no telling how much Espers—with physical abilities far beyond human limits—would exhaust their Guides.
Even with the warnings, overworked Guides still frequently ended up in the Center’s hospital.
“You—ah!—wanna try… nngh! taking it for once? Hah! I—I hate it there…!”
“You hate it? Every time I hit this spot, you clamp down on me like a vice. Don’t lie.”
“Hah…! Th-that’s not—ngh!”
Wonho ignored Haebom’s empty threat completely, relentlessly pounding into the very spot he’d begged him to avoid.
Any attempt at protest died before it could leave Haebom’s lips.
Wonho only fucked into him harder, making sure he couldn’t muster another lie.
In the end, Haebom went completely slack, draped over Wonho’s shoulder like a soaked rag.
As satisfying as it was to have him clinging helplessly, Wonho still clicked his tongue in disapproval at his pathetic stamina.
“Even with all that training, this is the best you can do?”
Slumped against him, Haebom mumbled something about how he’d have better endurance too if he were an Esper.
The idea of comparing himself to an Esper was laughable.
Not that Wonho cared.
He stood, still holding Haebom close, then slid one hand down from his waist to cup his ass and lift him.
“You’re done now, right? Huh?”
Haebom tilted his head slightly to look up at Wonho.
The way his face lit up—after moaning like that—made Wonho’s eyebrow twitch.
He had no intention of stopping.
Normally, he would’ve called it quits after guiding, but what they’d just done wasn’t guiding.
Sure, Haebom had received the energy transfer, but to Wonho, this wasn’t just a psychic exchange—it was communion.
Whatever Haebom thought didn’t matter.
“Not a chance.”
“Ah—! Ngh…! P-pull out. You’re still—ah!—inside, you idiot…! No, no—ahh! Wonho…!”
Brutally ignoring Haebom’s pleas, Wonho gripped the soft flesh of his ass with both hands, deliberately bouncing him harder with each step as he carried him toward the bed.
He didn’t care about the water dripping everywhere.
The only thing that mattered was getting Haebom to the mattress.
Even if the warm water and his own body heat had kept him from getting cold, someone with such terrible stamina could still catch a chill.
“Ah—ahh…! Ngh!”
“Who was it that bit down on me so tight while begging me to stop?”
Wonho muttered, though there was no way Haebom—half-conscious as he was—could hear him.
By the time they reached the bed, it was only a matter of time before Haebom passed out completely.
And, of course, Wonho’s communion didn’t end until long after that.
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