Why had it turned out like this?

Seoh could not make this situation feel real.

Song Taejoon was sitting in a chair with his legs spread, and Seoh was slumped between them. Right in front of him was the taut fabric of Taejoon’s pants, and even though he wasn’t aroused, the distinct shape was laid bare. It was the first time Seoh had ever been in a situation like this while fully sane.

Yoon Seoh had no idea what he was supposed to do, so he just stared blankly. Then Song Taejoon slid a hand into his pants pocket and gave a light laugh.

“Are you admiring it?”

Admiring it…?

Flustered, Seoh lowered his head. He could feel heat rushing to his face. Before long, the warmth spread to his earlobes and the nape of his neck.

Watching Yoon Seoh’s skin slowly redden as if ink were bleeding through paper, Song Taejoon narrowed his eyes. He had to have done this a time or two, didn’t he…? If he could control even this, then Seoh would have to call him impressive.

Taejoon watched Seoh in silence, then slowly bent forward. Yoon Seoh jerked in surprise as a black shadow spilled down over him, and he looked up. Their eyes met from less than a handspan apart.

“How long are you going to sit there like that?”

Song Taejoon’s blue eyes were dry and flat, unlike his obscene request. But the moment their gazes met, they curved sharply, turning strange and suggestive.

“You need to show me what you’re good at.”

A large hand grabbed the back of Seoh’s head and pulled him in. As his body lurched forward, Seoh hurriedly planted both hands on the floor. But by then, his face had already reached the zipper.

He tried to pull back, but Song Taejoon’s hand did not budge. Instead, it pressed harder, forcing him closer to his own groin. Under that rough pressure, Seoh’s face was shoved into it.

“Mmph.”

“How long are you going to keep teasing me?”

Despite his words, Song Taejoon did not look especially eager. Even with Seoh’s face pressed against his sex, he showed no sign of excitement. On the other hand, the person with his face buried there was tense all over.

The feel of Song Taejoon’s sex between Seoh’s cheek and lips was overwhelming. It was this big without even being fully hard. Seoh could only wonder how he had ever taken it inside him before. It was a miracle he hadn’t torn.

“Why? You don’t want to do it?”

“……”

“You made it sound like you’d do anything I wanted. Guess it wasn’t that much after all.”

Seoh swallowed hard. He knew Taejoon wasn’t asking for guiding in any innocent sense. He had already tested whether his words were true before. But he had not expected it to go this far.

A man who hated Guides this much was asking for something like this while fully conscious? It was unthinkable.

“If you don’t want to, forget it.”

Before Seoh could even figure out what he meant, the hand pressing down on the back of his head was gone. The breath he had been holding slipped out late, but that did not make him feel better. When he lifted his eyes, Song Taejoon looked strangely indifferent.

“……”

He really didn’t understand. How could everything be this difficult?

What did Taejoon want him to confirm? What answer was he waiting for, and how did he want Seoh to act? No matter how hard he thought, he could not find the right answer. He felt as if he were the fool here.

And yet one thing was certain: if he wanted to clear up the misunderstanding that Taejoon thought he was a male prostitute, then he had to refuse this request. Fortunately, Taejoon had already said to stop if he didn’t want to, so the choice was easy.

…But.

He did not want to refuse.

He didn’t want to treat Taejoon like the other Guides had, measuring him however they pleased and forcing choices he didn’t want. If Taejoon wanted guiding, Seoh wanted to provide it.

If he could, he wanted to help keep him from losing control. He knew too well how badly that kind of pain wore a person down, so he wanted Taejoon to be able to relax, even if it meant using him.

Seoh steeled himself again and lifted his head.

“Why? You said not to, so now you’re disappointed…!”

Taejoon, who had been trying to rattle Seoh, cut off mid-sentence and grabbed his shoulder.

That was because Yoon Seoh had leaned forward and, with his face exposed, was using his mouth to pull down the zipper. Taejoon reflexively tensed to shove him away, but then stopped and ground his teeth.

He had already expected Seoh wouldn’t refuse, but he had never imagined he’d do it like this. Just how much had he been around to be this shameless about using his mouth on a zipper? A nameless anger surged up inside him.

What annoyed him even more was that such a trivial action was making his cock react.

“……Ha.”

The sight of that innocent face, flushed with heat and carefully opening the zipper, was more stimulating than he’d expected. It felt like watching someone who looked like he knew nothing at all fall. Why did that look feel so indecent? By the time the zipper was fully open, he was already hard.

Seoh was just as startled.

A moment ago, Taejoon had shown no reaction at all, but at some point his cock had swelled. Flustered, Seoh looked up and met Song Taejoon’s hard stare. The eyes that had seemed cold were now full of the heat of blue flames.

Seoh hurriedly looked down. He had no idea what he had done to provoke him. Was it… because he used his mouth?

When they had talked about his injuries, Taejoon had only mentioned the shoulders and nape of the neck. He probably didn’t know about the wounds on Seoh’s hands, arms, or legs.

That was why Seoh did not want to show him his hand. It was healing, but it still looked awful, and he didn’t want Taejoon to feel sorry for him over this. It had happened while he was unconscious, after all.

So he had no choice but to use his mouth so he wouldn’t have to show his hand… but why did it feel like he had touched something he shouldn’t have?

Seoh, unsure what to do, couldn’t even raise his head and simply blinked in confusion. But Taejoon read that expression differently. He seemed to think Seoh was staring at his swollen sex.

“You don’t need to look so eager.”

Song Taejoon’s voice was edged. He unfastened the locked buckle of his pants and opened the front.

“You’re going to take off my underwear with your mouth too?”

His underwear too?

Seoh stared at the thick bulge in the drawstring shorts and clenched both hands. Could he really lower that too? No, it didn’t matter. He had to take Taejoon’s sex into his mouth anyway. Thinking about it would not change the outcome. Then there was no reason to hesitate and make Taejoon unpleasant.

Seoh stepped closer and took the waistband of Taejoon’s briefs into his mouth. His breath unintentionally brushed Taejoon’s abdomen, causing the muscles there to tighten. But the flustered Seoh didn’t notice that gorgeous sight. He was too busy wondering what to do next.

Inside the slowly lowered underwear hid a sex full of heat. Swollen even more than before, it sprang out when the underwear was only halfway down and struck Seoh’s lips.

“Mm!”

Startled, Seoh shut his eyes tight. But when nothing else happened, he cautiously opened them.

Facing the massive pillar in front of him, Seoh swallowed hard at the scorching heat. He had no idea when it had gotten this big.

For something that seemed like it would be overwhelming by itself, the cock was more manageable than expected. Neat, maybe. Clean, maybe. It was big, but not ugly. Looking closer, he saw a little clear, sticky fluid leaking from the tiny opening at the tip. It was obvious Taejoon was aroused.

But before Seoh could finish taking it in, the wet head rubbed against his lips. The action made the request very clear.

“Don’t just lick it with your eyes, lick it with your tongue.”

That provocative line made him strangely restless. Feeling as if his lips had gone dry, Seoh stuck out his tongue and moistened them. Unable to look straight at Song Taejoon, whose gaze had turned sharp, he slowly opened his mouth and took the head in.

He had expected not to fit it all at once. As expected, the sheer size filled his mouth and forced his jaw wide open.

“Ah…”

He tried to close his lips around it somehow, but the head, pointed sharply toward the ceiling, pressed down on the roof of his mouth. He knew in his head that he had to lower his head. But just keeping this posture was already difficult.

The corners of his mouth burned as if they might split, and the precum coating the roof of his mouth was slick and wet. Then he felt the hot shaft twitch in anticipation. Seoh swallowed hard and moved his mouth, taking it deeper. In an instant, it felt as if his nasal cavity was being crushed too, and his breath caught.

He hurriedly lifted his hips and tried to stand on his knees, but.

“Mmph!”

A force pressing down on his shoulders shoved him back down.

Shocked, Seoh rolled his eyes up at Song Taejoon, only to find him frowning fiercely and glaring at him.

…Why all of a sudden?

Before he could even form the question, he felt a strong pressure around the back of his head. Taejoon’s hand.

The moment he recognized it, his head tilted forward against his will. The sex filling his mouth slipped in and slid deeper.

“Mmph! Uu, uhh!”

His jaw stretched to its limit, and when his uvula was struck hard all at once, nausea surged up. His mouth clenched by reflex, his throat convulsing. Then the cock inside was pressed down, and Song Taejoon let out a low groan.

“Hah…”

“Hng…”

Aroused by that reaction, the cock pushed in without restraint. Seoh tried to tense his throat to block the intrusion, but the hand on his head and the shaft forcing its way in would not allow it. His breathing was cut off, and the urge to gag kept rising. There was no way he could keep enduring this.

It would have been better if it had gone in fast. The slow, grinding advance of the shaft, letting him feel every structure of his mouth one by one, was a weapon in itself.

At the very limit of his endurance, Seoh finally coughed.

“Kht!”

But the throat clogged by the head could not force anything out.

As his strength gave out and the root of his tongue sank, the slowly advancing head finally opened the throat and settled inside. Seoh grabbed Taejoon’s thigh and looked up at him desperately. Nausea kept surging. His stomach churned, and the places that had been forced open burned painfully.

“Mm, hng, uhn! Ngh.”

His plea to be let out for just a moment, to have it done slowly, could only come out as helpless vibrations against the cock.

“Ha… It’s really tight.”

“Hn… ugh.”

“Why are you looking at me like that? Want me to fuck your throat?”

Seoh shook his head in a hurry. His desperate effort to suppress the nausea clawing up from inside was no different from coaxing. Taejoon frowned and pulled Seoh’s head in a little more.

“Ha… What did you eat to get this damn eager?”

Song Taejoon lifted Seoh’s chin and grabbed the throat beneath it with one hand, his own cock buried there. The writhing Adam’s apple was chewing at the head mindlessly. The way it moved, working both inside and out, was unbearably obscene.