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Caught off guard, Wonho found himself pressed against Haebom’s chest, his face buried there.
It was as if Haebom had no idea what kind of reaction his actions would provoke.
No matter what Haebom did, Wonho was already on edge, but this—this sent his excitement soaring even higher.
With a soft smooch, Wonho took the inviting chest before him into his mouth.
It was dry and flat, yet strangely soft—both ridiculous and sensual at the same time.
Haebom gasped, parting his lips as a moan slipped out.
He hadn’t meant to, but it was as if he had offered himself up.
“S-Suddenly… Hngh! Why…! There…?!”
He felt as if his chest was being sucked in, and Haebom tried to push Wonho’s head away.
But the moment he pulled at Wonho’s hair, the suction grew even stronger.
Wonho didn’t forget to pull Haebom down onto his own lap in the process.
He could feel it—the tight entrance greedily swallowing up the firm flesh, taking it in inch by inch.
It was eating him up far better than before, chewing and devouring with ease.
With a sharp thrust of his hips, he drove in deeper.
“…Ahhk!”
“Damn… Yoon Haebom. Haah, Yoon Haebom…!”
“Mmh, ah…! Nngh…!”
Once the moans started, they wouldn’t stop.
And how could they?
With Wonho burying his face in Haebom’s chest, murmuring his name over and over while sucking eagerly, all the while thrusting his hips with force, there was no way Haebom could hold back his voice.
Sensations from both above and below crashed into him, overwhelming his senses.
To make things worse, every time Wonho’s hips snapped forward, Haebom’s own arousal rubbed tightly against his abdomen.
The relentless friction sent waves of pleasure through him, making his vision spin.
There was no point in changing positions if this was how it would turn out.
But even that thought was impossible to hold onto.
His mind went completely blank. It felt like he had become a fool who knew nothing—nothing except the pleasure that Wonho was giving him.
Wonho realized that Haebom was feeling it even more intensely than before.
The guiding energy had grown thicker, more intoxicating.
He knew he shouldn’t continue guiding any further.
“Ah…!”
As soon as Wonho bit down tightly on Haebom’s tiny nipple, spurts of semen shot out from the flushed tip of Haebom’s cock.
Feeling the wetness spreading over his lower abdomen, Wonho cast his gaze downward, watching the throbbing length spill its release.
Even with Haebom’s chest still caught between his lips, he licked his own lips as if savoring the sight.
“You must’ve liked being bitten, huh? Seeing as you came from it. Guess you’re into that… Yoon Haebom.”
“No… you idiot, just shut up….”
Haebom let his tears fall again, but for a completely different reason this time.
He had thought baring his backside earlier was the most humiliating thing he’d ever experienced—but this, this was even worse.
The fact that his sense of shame kept being redefined made him realize just how much further he had to go.
“Haa…! Y-you said we were going to wash…! Why…!”
Haebom, his palms pressed against the cold tiled wall of the bathroom, whimpered as he protested against someone.
That ‘someone’ was, of course, Wonho.
He had come into the bathroom saying he’d help him wash, so why was this happening again?
It didn’t make any sense.
He should’ve refused the moment Wonho suggested washing together…!
But his body had no strength left, and he just wanted to get clean, so he agreed—and now, he was in this situation once more.
“Haa, I was trying to wash you, but you kept clenching around me, Yoon Haebom.”
“T-that’s because you were using your fingers…! I-I didn’t mean to… Hiiik! D-don’t move…!”
Tears welled up and spilled down his cheeks.
Warm water poured from the sunflower-shaped showerhead above, making it hard to tell whether the wetness on his face was from the water or his tears, but one thing was certain—he was crying.
How could he not?
‘This damned Wonho, Wonho, Wonho…!’
But his plea to stay still fell on deaf ears as Wonho thrust his hips upward again.
“Ah…!”
He had already climaxed multiple times on the bed, leaving his legs utterly weak.
The slippery surface of the bathtub didn’t help either, and before he knew it, Haebom was sliding downward.
His hands, which had been gripping the tiles for support, lost their grip entirely.
He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself—if this continued, he was going to smash his face against the bathroom floor.
There was no time to reach out, no strength left in his legs to support himself.
Or rather, it was more accurate to say he had no strength left, period.
“Aren’t you… being a little careless?”
A low, growling voice came from behind him.
Hesitantly, Haebom cracked his eyes open.
Surprisingly, he hadn’t hit the floor.
Pain registered in other places, but he decided to ignore that for now—because as long as Wonho didn’t let go, he was going to keep hurting anyway.
Wonho had wrapped his arms tightly around Haebom’s waist just in time, preventing his fall.
That, at least, was a relief.
“My legs… I have no strength left, you idiot…! And whose fault do you think that is…!”
Completely limp, Haebom grumbled breathlessly, blaming Wonho.
Wonho let out a quiet sigh and pulled Haebom even closer.
He knew he had been pushing him too hard.
But still… wasn’t Haebom just a little too weak?
He frowned slightly at the thought.
Since they started, Haebom had climaxed so many times that Wonho had lost count, whereas Wonho had only finished twice.
Clicking his tongue, Wonho lifted Haebom into his arms and stepped into the bathtub.
Haebom, thinking it was finally over, relaxed completely.
Now, they could actually wash and get out of here.
“Hnng, Wonho… what are you…? Ah…!”
He thought they were just settling into the bath.
But instead of simply sitting down, Wonho shifted Haebom, turning him to face him.
Now, instead of looking in the same direction, they were directly facing each other.
That much was fine.
Maybe he just wanted to hold him like this.
Haebom could accept that.
But then… something hard pressed against his backside.
Just as he was about to ask what he was doing, a thick, swollen heat pushed inside his already overstimulated, slick entrance.
“Ahh…! W-why again…!”
“It’s not enough. I’ll go slow. You don’t have to move, Yoon Haebom. I’ll do all the work.”
Wonho had been moving this entire time.
Yet, the one out of stamina wasn’t him—it was Haebom.
He couldn’t understand it.
But then again… considering how much he had been feeling, how much he had been spilling over, maybe it made sense that he had no energy left.
For the first time, he wished he were an Esper instead of a Guide.
The only reason he was even holding on was that, partway through, he had stopped using his guiding energy entirely.
Whenever it threatened to leak out, Wonho immediately warned him.
Because this wasn’t about guiding—it was about dragging this out for as long as possible.
Even in the water, he had no choice but to take Wonho for a long, long time.
By the time they finally stepped out of the bathroom, Haebom was completely drained.
He didn’t even have the energy to lift a single finger.
Honestly, it was a miracle he hadn’t passed out yet.
And to make things worse, Wonho’s hands, which were supposed to be just washing him, kept making him shiver and gasp.
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