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“If there’s anything you want to do, just do it. Whatever it is. Undress me, lay me down—you name it.”
“Wha—what are you even saying?! Shut up and give me your hand!”
Haebom scowled at Wonho’s cheeky words, though the redness spreading across his ears and neck betrayed him.
Clearly, it wasn’t unwelcome.
Huffing, he grabbed Wonho’s right arm and tapped his gear.
A number appeared on the screen.
[46%]
Considering Wonho’s usual numbers since his Esper awakening, it wasn’t that high.
But he had a Pair Guide now—this was pretty elevated for someone with a Pair, especially when they hadn’t even been through a gate recently.
Then Haebom noticed it—Wonho’s hair was streaked white.
He’d been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he’d neglected Wonho.
Haebom let out a sigh, and Wonho’s body flinched in response.
“Don’t worry about it. This is nothing, really.”
Wonho’s words made Haebom’s brow crease even deeper.
‘Nothing?’
No way. Haebom wasn’t an Esper—he had no idea what that kind of pain felt like.
He could only assume based on what others said.
He’d barely ever even gotten seriously hurt himself.
But even a paper cut stung, and this was far worse than that.
“Don’t say it’s nothing. This isn’t nothing. I’ll start being more mindful too—but when you come back from a mission, you have to get guided first, okay?”
Haebom spoke firmly, his expression serious.
Sure, Wonho liked him—but hiding behind that to justify neglect was his own fault.
Wonho always pushed himself too hard.
Still, instead of responding, Wonho just stared quietly at Haebom.
“Wonho.”
“…Yeah. Got it, so stop frowning.”
Wonho reached up and gently pressed between Haebom’s brows.
Even now, he was focused only on Haebom’s face.
Haebom held back another sigh.
He didn’t know when he’d have to leave again—but until that moment came, he knew he couldn’t let go of Wonho.
“What are you doing?”
Wonho stared up at Haebom, who leaned over him with a furrowed brow, like he’d made up his mind about something.
And then, without hesitation, Haebom pushed him down onto the bed.
Wonho didn’t resist—he just let himself be laid down.
“What do you think? I’m going to guide you.”
Haebom was blushing, even as he spoke.
There had been a time when he’d chased after Wonho, insisting he’d guide him.
But back then, it was just hand-holding or being nearby.
Actively making the first move like this—it was embarrassing.
Very embarrassing.
Especially now, after that confession.
He hadn’t even given an answer yet.
He couldn’t just start taking off clothes and pretend it didn’t mean something.
So instead, he decided to extend the physical contact a little.
He climbed on top of Wonho.
A kiss, he thought—that should be enough to lower the numbers.
He wasn’t ready to go beyond that just yet.
They had done everything before… but that was before the confession.
Before things changed.
Smooch— the soft sound of skin meeting skin.
Haebom parted his lips and tried to slide his tongue into Wonho’s mouth—or would have, if Wonho had opened it.
Haebom frowned.
They were kissing, but both had their eyes open.
He glared at Wonho, wordlessly telling him to open up.
But Wonho didn’t budge.
Sure, they could technically guide like this, but it wouldn’t be enough to lower the numbers.
‘This is for you’, Haebom thought with irritation.
‘So why are you holding back?’
Fed up, Haebom bit down hard on Wonho’s lip.
Hard enough that a cracking sound echoed faintly. But Wonho didn’t even flinch.
His face stayed as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened.
“…Why won’t you open your mouth? Please, Wonho. Just… open up.”
Haebom’s voice softened into a whisper.
He didn’t know why he had to be the one begging, when Wonho was the one who needed the guiding—but getting him to open his mouth was the only thing that mattered right now.
Maybe he liked that little desperate whisper, because Wonho finally parted his lips—just a little.
Haebom didn’t hesitate.
He kissed him again, quickly pushing his tongue inside.
“Tastes like blood.”
“You bit me, Yoon Haebom. You started it—so you can swallow it all.”
“…Are you serious? What am I, a vampire? Just shut it—no, actually, just keep your mouth open.”
He pulled back briefly at the metallic taste, only for Wonho to start rambling nonsense.
Haebom shot him a glare, then leaned back in, pressing their lips together and slipping his tongue into Wonho’s mouth again.
It still tasted like blood, but he had no choice.
‘Note to self: Don’t bite so hard next time.’
He watched Wonho’s expression to make sure he wasn’t in pain, pressing gently on the bitten lip.
“Focus, Yoon Haebom.”
“Mmnh… Haah…”
Wonho didn’t seem to like that Haebom was more focused on his expression than the kiss itself, because he suddenly grabbed the back of Haebom’s neck and sucked his tongue in deep.
He hadn’t even opened his mouth just moments ago—so much for “focus.”
Haebom grumbled inwardly, breath catching, unable to even voice his frustration aloud.
Regardless, Wonho sucked on him with such intensity that it felt like it reached down to Haebom’s roots.
All the while, he wrapped his arms tightly around Haebom, as if to bind him so he couldn’t escape.
Haebom had no intention of escaping from Wonho’s embrace anyway.
He relaxed his body and pressed even closer, carefully releasing his guiding energy as delicately as he could—so as not to overstimulate him.
But that was impossible.
Even if Haebom devoted his entire life to studying and practicing guiding, he wouldn’t be able to control it enough.
For Wonho, just a touch of Haebom’s energy was enough to overstimulate.
These days, it had gone beyond that—just seeing Haebom was enough to make him ache down there.
“Hnn, ah, mmm…”
Lecherous, wet sounds leaked out through Haebom’s lips.
He tried his best to hold them back, but it was useless.
Wonho’s tongue had slipped into Haebom’s mouth and was now rubbing against the roof, pressing deep against the sensitive membrane at the very back—there was no way to stay quiet.
“S-Stop…!”
He murmured the protest, thinking this much should be enough—but Wonho pretended not to hear.
It had been days since he’d touched Haebom properly.
He wasn’t about to stop now.
Sure, they’d slept in the same bed, but only after Haebom had fallen asleep would Wonho secretly hold him tight and press kisses all over his face.
Touching someone without their permission was something that should never be done.
But he couldn’t help it.
He felt like he’d die if he didn’t.
“Shit…”
He had no intention of going further until Haebom was ready to fully accept him.
But how could he not get hard with someone like Yoon Haebom in front of him?
The guiding energy alone felt like it was melting him.
Yoon Haebom was pure stimulation to him.
As their lips finally parted, Haebom gasped for air, panting as if he’d been underwater the whole time.
He still wasn’t used to kissing and breathing at the same time.
It was both of their firsts, yet somehow Wonho already seemed so natural at it—unlike him, who could barely breathe.
“…Yoon Haebom.”
Haebom was still pressed against Wonho’s chest, catching his breath in ragged pants, when Wonho called out to him in a low, husky voice.
His voice—why did it have to sound so good?
Haebom flinched involuntarily.
“I won’t go all the way. Just… lend me your hand.”
“…Huh?”
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