“Mmgh…! Hhng! Wa, wait. Ho…! Hoya! Hold on. Why are you—so rough, ngh…!”
He’d meant to say they should slow down, that there was no need to rush, but he couldn’t get the words out properly.
As if displeased with Haebom trying to pull away, Wonho grabbed the back of his head with one large hand and locked him in place, sealing their lips together again.
It’s not like Haebom didn’t want it—but getting tackled the moment the front door shut?
That was too fast. He just meant they should at least make it past the entryway.
Ignoring Jin Seyoung’s repeated urgings to head to the center, Wonho had come straight home.
Not surprising—Haebom had expected it.
Still, it would’ve been nice to take a moment to feel like he was truly home.
But Wonho didn’t allow even that brief pause.
As Wonho plunged his tongue deep into Haebom’s throat, Haebom inhaled his partner’s breath like it was oxygen.
Wonho had nearly died holding back all the way from Busan to Seoul, resisting the urge to bury his face in Haebom’s scent.
And now he was supposed to keep holding back?
That was absurd.
Truthfully, Wonho hadn’t just been waiting a few hours.
He had endured agonizing months since Haebom disappeared—each day felt like torture.
He’d survived only by clinging to the hope of meeting Haebom again.
So there was no way he’d let him go now.
Maybe Haebom sensed that.
Or maybe he realized struggling wouldn’t let him escape.
Either way, he stopped resisting and focused instead on receiving Wonho—releasing his guiding energy as he did.
“Mm, ngh…!”
Wonho felt Haebom’s guiding energy flowing in through every place their skin touched, every bit of contact on the mucous membranes.
He licked deeper, more obsessively.
If he could, he wanted to devour every part of Haebom—then maybe they could finally become one.
“Ah…!”
Haebom winced as Wonho bit down on his tongue.
Not just a nip—there was blood.
Tears pricked at his eyes.
Realizing he had gone too far, Wonho pulled away immediately.
“Did I hurt you? Let me see.”
“Ugh, I’m… I’m fine… Stop fussing…!”
Trying to check the damage, Wonho pushed his fingers into Haebom’s mouth.
The entry sensor light kept flickering on and off as they moved, but it didn’t matter to Wonho—he could see fine in the dark anyway.
Confirming the bite mark on Haebom’s tongue, he gently rubbed it.
Seeing the tears gathered at the corners of Haebom’s reddened eyes, Wonho let out a deep sigh.
He knew he shouldn’t lose control—but everything about Haebom was so sweet, it made it hard not to.
Pressing his lips to the edge of Haebom’s eye, he kissed the forming tear, full of apology.
He withdrew his fingers from Haebom’s mouth and gently stroked his lips.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just… couldn’t hold back.”
Haebom, knowing Wonho’s state of mind, said it was okay—even though it hurt.
“Don’t say it’s okay. Next time, you bite me. Even if I lose a chunk of my tongue, as long as it’s Yoon Haebom, it’ll grow back.”
“Ugh… Stop talking nonsense and carry me. Let’s go to bed. My legs gave out.”
“Yeah.”
Haebom dismissed it as nonsense, but Wonho meant it.
If he was hurt, Haebom would pity him—and if it was Wonho’s own fault, Haebom would never leave.
That’s what Wonho believed.
Oblivious to that dark thought, Haebom wrapped his arms around Wonho’s neck.
His feet dangled as his shoes thumped to the entryway floor.
In Wonho’s arms, he finally felt it—he was truly back in this world.
Coming home made it even more real.
Smiling faintly, Haebom placed light pecks on Wonho’s lips—playfully, almost like a bird pecking.
It was silly, but Wonho didn’t stop him.
In fact, his lips slowly curled into a smile.
Haebom finally sucked gently on his lower lip.
Since they weren’t going to the center anyway, he figured he might as well kiss to his heart’s content.
Of course, there was something hot and hard pressing beneath him that also needed attention.
That “kid” who’d gotten upset in Busan—he definitely needed comforting now.
On the stairs to the second floor, Wonho suddenly stopped and plunged his tongue into Haebom’s mouth again.
The wet sound of their kiss echoed on the steps.
With one hand supporting Haebom’s bottom and the other stroking the back of his neck, he deepened the kiss.
“Hhng…”
A moan slipped from between Haebom’s lips. Wonho’s sticky, skillful tongue stirred him up thoroughly.
It was supposed to be Haebom’s first time with anyone, so why was he so good at kissing?
Maybe he was trying to make up for all the kisses they hadn’t shared in those six months—every one of them came crashing down at once, persistent and sensual.
As Wonho sucked on his lips and moved his tongue, he began climbing the stairs again.
With every step, his arousal rubbed against Haebom’s lower body.
And it wasn’t just Wonho who was turned on—Haebom’s stomach felt warm and tingly.
He kept squirming, wanting to rip off his clothes.
Once they reached the bedroom, Wonho immediately laid him on the bed.
And then, as if it were the most natural thing, he began stripping Haebom completely.
In a blink, Haebom was bare, not a thread of clothing left, and he swallowed hard without realizing.
“…Why aren’t you taking yours off?”
Stripped down to nothing, Haebom felt his face—no, his entire body—burn under Wonho’s unwavering gaze.
Being the only one naked made shame crash over him in waves.
When he asked why Wonho wasn’t undressing, the other man stayed silent, just raking his eyes over Haebom from head to toe.
Finally, Haebom sat up.
The ESPER uniform had never stirred anything in him when he saw others wear it, but seeing it on Wonho made his chest feel strangely tight.
Can a heart even pound this hard?
With trembling fingers, Haebom began undoing the buttons of Wonho’s uniform one by one.
Wonho watched him quietly before speaking.
“Nothing’s changed. You’re exactly the same.”
“…Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I wondered if you’d be different now that you’re someone else. But even this mole is still here.”
Hng— Haebom shuddered as fingers brushed his shoulder.
So that’s why Wonho had been staring—checking for differences.
But before he could finish unbuttoning the uniform, Wonho’s lips trailed from his shoulder to his collarbone, then down his chest.
It wasn’t just kisses—hot, wet flesh licked over his skin, and Haebom clutched the fabric in his fists.
“Hah…! W-Wait…! S-Slow—hng…!”
Pushed back onto the bed, Haebom gasped as Wonho kneaded his soft chest.
It had been six months since Wonho last touched him like this.
His fingers tightened slightly—Haebom had lost weight, a frown creasing Wonho’s brow.
But when he squeezed, the pink nipples stiffened just the same.
After sucking a deep mark into his collarbone, Wonho took a nipple between his teeth, and Haebom’s scent flooded his mouth.
“Hng…!”
Haebom squeezed his eyes shut.
It hadn’t been quite six months for him, but the time apart had felt endless—especially across different dimensions.
Everywhere Wonho’s hands and tongue touched burned, leaving his skin tingling.
“Ah… Hah…!”
Wonho sucked hungrily at his chest, tongue working in slow, filthy circles.
The wet sounds from earlier now came from between Haebom’s pecs, lewd and messy.
