Just as his blurry eyes were losing focus, Taejoon could no longer hold back and shoved the cock in deeply. Yoon Seoh’s hot breath against his groin fanned the excitement.

As he kept making tiny thrusts inside, Taejoon wrapped an arm tightly around Seoh’s head and curled his hips forward. The cock he had been holding in for so long went wild and started spurting semen hard.

“…!”

Seoh’s eyes flew open as he felt the sticky semen run down his esophagus. The semen pouring directly into the open hole made his throat convulse and swallow against his will.

Once, twice, three times.

The semen kept battering his throat and flowing down beneath it. Seoh let his arms hang limply, as if he had given up. Long streaks of fluid kept slipping down beneath his slowly closing eyelids.

The first thing he felt was relief that it was finally over.

He couldn’t tell whether he had taken the cock because of the guiding or guided because of the cock.

“Haa…”

When the semen that seemed as if it would never stop finally showed signs of ending, the shaft slowly withdrew. Seoh could feel his jaw creaking from how long he had kept his mouth open. Even after the cock was fully out, he could not close his mouth for a while. Saliva pooled inside and ran down his chin, but there was nothing he could do except inhale the breath he had been missing.

His throat throbbed from how much the cock had rammed it. He swallowed once, and pain shot through. It was probably quite swollen. Talking or swallowing food was likely going to be difficult for a while.

Seoh sat blankly with his eyes closed for a long time before slowly lowering his head. He finally realized his lower body was aching and uncomfortably sensitive. When he opened his eyes, he found his cock half-hard from arousal.

“……”

He had been in so much pain and yet this was still happening… why?

He couldn’t understand it himself, so he felt a little flustered.

Song Taejoon’s thrusting had been rough and merciless. The only gentle part had been the hand stroking his head and neck. No matter how he thought about it, there hadn’t been anything stimulating enough to make him react like this. Was it because this was his first blow job while fully sober, or because he had been aroused by the act itself?

Either way, if Taejoon noticed his condition now, it would not be good. Covering his lower half with his shirt as discreetly as possible, Seoh shifted awkwardly when he suddenly felt that something was off.

Now that he thought about it, quite a bit of time had passed, but why was it so quiet? Taejoon should have said something by now, whether to mock him or to complain, but strangely enough, silence was hanging in the air.

Seoh rubbed his sore neck with the back of his hand and slowly lifted his head.

“…!”

But the moment he saw Song Taejoon, he lowered his head again immediately. Taejoon was staring down at him with a dangerous aura. He looked like a man facing a top-tier criminal.

The cold gaze that swept from head to toe made Seoh’s fingertips go cold. Did I do something wrong again? Even if he had forgotten for a moment in the middle, hadn’t he done everything Taejoon asked of him…?

At the inexplicable reaction, Seoh knelt there with his head bowed.

Then a thought suddenly struck him. Had Taejoon noticed the physical reaction his own body was showing from arousal? That was the only way he could explain Taejoon’s reaction.

Of course he would be displeased. It wasn’t like he had been given any foreplay, just handled roughly, and yet he had gotten aroused. Seoh himself found it strange.

Feeling embarrassed for some reason, he pulled his shirt down lower. He wanted to get out of here, out of Song Taejoon’s sight, as quickly as possible.

Seoh swallowed hard and awkwardly got to his feet. Instead of saying he was going, he bowed once and hurriedly turned away. His swollen throat could not swallow properly and only produced a cough instead. Covering his mouth with one hand, Seoh took a step forward.

Then suddenly his wrist was grabbed, and his body was turned back around.

Startled, Seoh jolted, and Song Taejoon, who had gotten to his feet at some point, asked in disbelief, “You’re leaving like this?”

“…?”

“Is that really all?”

At the meaningless question, Seoh hesitated and backed away. Taejoon immediately stepped closer.

“You’re seriously going to leave right after getting turned on?”

It felt like all the blood had drained from his face. Alarm bells started blaring in his head like crazy.

“W-wait… cough.”

Seoh, trying to say something, coughed up a few dry hacks instead. His swollen throat hurt every time he tried to speak. His waist bent on its own. After coughing a few more times, Taejoon paused.

Clearing his throat and letting out a breath, Seoh could not even meet his eyes as he kept his head low. Then he hurriedly explained, “T-th, ahem. No, it’s not that.”

“……”

“You saw it wrong. Don’t worry. It wasn’t, um… arousal, it was just, the clothes, the clothes… that’s what it looked like.”

It had been arousal, yes, but it had already gone down by now. It was easy enough to deny, so Seoh did his best in a tiny voice. If he got branded as a pervert here, he would be done for.

Unable to hide his anxiety, he waited for Taejoon’s response. But one minute passed, then three, then five, and Taejoon still didn’t speak. The tension rose until his mouth was dry.

He stayed like that for a long while. At last, Song Taejoon reacted.

“A misunderstanding?”

Seoh nodded vigorously, as if he had been waiting for this. Taejoon shut his mouth again.

As the situation kept going nowhere, Seoh felt as if he could not breathe. He wanted Taejoon to let go of his wrist already, and he wanted him to stop asking questions. He wanted to run away from him as fast as possible.

Watching Taejoon’s face closely, Seoh tugged at his trapped arm. The hand that had been following slowly came to an abrupt stop. When he glanced at Taejoon, the fierce edge from before was gone. Fortunately, the atmosphere seemed to have settled down without getting worse. But why wasn’t he letting go?

He had already carefully suppressed his energy so no nonconsensual guiding would happen, so Taejoon shouldn’t feel anything at all. That meant at least the obvious problem had been solved.

Seoh let out a breath to calm his anxious heart. By the time his pounding pulse had mostly returned to normal, he asked Taejoon in a small voice,

“…Could I, um, go rest inside now?”

He tried as hard as he could to hide the roughness in his voice, but it seemed he had failed. He used the hand over his mouth to rub at his sore throat. Then a thought hit him, and he lowered the other arm. The hand still being held curled unconsciously into a fist. Had Taejoon noticed the wounds on his palm?

Looking up at Taejoon with that thought in mind, Seoh saw him staring back with an odd expression. When Seoh averted his eyes slightly, Taejoon suddenly gave a dry laugh. Then he finally let go of the wrist he had been holding.

At last freed, Seoh drew his hand back and hid it in his sleeve. Worried that he might say something else, he quickly bowed his head and ran for the kitchen back door.

The moment the door shut, a relieved sigh slipped out before he knew it. He rubbed his chest, grateful to have gotten through that crisis.

Seoh leaned against the wall, all the strength gone from his body. Blinking quietly, he thought of Song Taejoon.

Song Taejoon was someone impossible to read. That was why he got so tense around him. He could never tell where Taejoon would go or what he wanted, and because of that he was always the one being pushed around.

He was completely different from the others who had mocked him and made him a laughingstock.

‘An unreadable person.’

That was what Song Taejoon was to him. He doubted he would ever understand him, even if he lived a lifetime. He only wished they could at least get along without misunderstandings or blushing at each other.

Seoh gave a small shake of his head and pushed himself off the wall. Then he suddenly remembered Taejoon’s gentle touch. While fumbling over his sore Adam’s apple, Seoh felt his face warm a little.

Come to think of it, he had gotten this far.

The act had been rougher than he expected, and it had been tiring, but it was still better than the day they had first coupled and guided. He hadn’t been injured anywhere, and he hadn’t lost consciousness. This was just something he would have to get used to. If that was Taejoon’s preference, then he had no choice but to follow it.

Letting out a dry breath, Seoh wiped his face, only to look up at the dampness on his palm. Right, he had cried a lot… His already unremarkable face probably looked like a mess beyond saving.

With drooping shoulders, Seoh headed for the bathroom. His body felt as heavy as if it were full of lead.

The sound of dragging footsteps gradually faded away. After Seoh disappeared, the empty hallway began to sink into darkness.

By then, it was already well past midnight.

✿ • ✿ • ✿

Bright sunlight poured through the window into the living room.

The sunlight lying long across the white sofa reached the large figure that had kept watch there all night, making it shine pale white.

“Haa…”

Song Taejoon had been resting his chin in his hand and staring at the fish tank when he let out a deep sigh. No matter how he thought about it, he still could not understand. This was the first time he had ever felt so stumped, and despite his body having settled, his mind was a mess.

Yoon Seoh had definitely been aroused yesterday. Taejoon had known it before Seoh even realized it.

While the cock was in his mouth, Seoh had struggled so much that he had cried. The sight had felt so obscene that Taejoon had pushed him harder without thinking, but he had never expected him to get aroused in that state. At first, he had thought, so he really is a male prostitute after all.

So after it ended, Taejoon had expected Seoh to cling to him in some way. He wanted to see how openly he would show his desire, but absurdly enough, Seoh denied it, saying he had seen wrong, and ran off. And with his face flushed bright red, no less.

He gets turned on, but he doesn’t seduce? The Yoon Seoh he had heard about from rumors was definitely not the kind of male prostitute who played hard to get. He was pure forward momentum, the brazen type who attached himself the moment he spotted an Esper. That was how everyone knew him.

And yet, looking at him now, Yoon Seoh seemed to match the rumors while also being completely different.

At this point, Taejoon could not tell whether he was the strange one for doubting or whether Seoh was the strange one.

“What the hell are you.”

If he seemed like this, then that; if he seemed like that, then this.

Every time Taejoon tried to reach a conclusion, another side kept surfacing, leaving him feeling as if he were being tossed around. If this was an attempt to confuse him, it could not have been more perfect.

After a long while of wrestling with the problem, Taejoon finally collected himself.