He was going to have to dig all the way down properly. If he didn’t confirm Yoon Seoh’s true nature, his bare face, he might keep getting swept along forever.

Song Taejoon glared toward the kitchen and slowly got up.

“Let’s see how long you can hold out.”

Smiling brightly, he started walking.

Where he was headed was Yoon Seoh. The place where his Guide was.

✿ • ✿ • ✿

Song Taejoon was strange.

That was what Yoon Seoh kept thinking every day lately. It was only natural, since Taejoon had been asking for guiding far more often than usual.

At first he had asked for the back of Seoh’s hand, then his face, then the nape of his neck, and today it had finally led to a kiss.

“Hng, uhh.”

Even though Seoh had not tried to run, the hand gripping the back of his neck kept tugging him closer. The flesh filling his mouth lazily licked across the mucous membrane, wandering wherever it pleased, while the other hand was kneading the curve of his butt over his pants.

Even after a while, he would suddenly make strange requests, as if remembering something.

“Stop the guiding.”

“…Haa.”

Taking the chance between parted lips, Seoh breathed hard and stopped guiding. Then their lips met again.

“Lift your head.”

His bowed head was pulled up, and this time the kiss continued without guiding. It was an act with no clear purpose. A kiss that was not for guiding contact was something Seoh had never experienced before.

The tongue that lightly swept his teeth pushed past his lips and invaded the narrow space in his mouth. The tip of it scraped the roof of his mouth, pressed languidly against the lining of his cheeks, then wrapped around his tongue and sucked it up. Saliva he could not swallow wet the inside of his mouth, and every time they ground together, a slick sound followed.

The kiss moved at a pace that was neither too fast nor too slow, then after thoroughly roaming about, the tongue finally tried to intrude into the throat where the root of the tongue began.

“Mm.”

All the while, the hand gripping his butt kept kneading it messily. Seoh could not relax with that touch so close to sliding into his pants. If his clothes were stripped away like this, the ugly marks would be exposed as it is. The wounds were healing very slowly, so he still did not want to show them.

Even so, the hidden pleasure in his body kept building faithfully. The wet, lingering kiss and the hand roughly massaging his butt would have aroused anyone.

Song Taejoon looked down at Seoh and checked his reaction. At last, the expected response came back. Yoon Seoh seemed completely lost to the stimulation he was being given.

He had been quiet up until now, probably because the contact had been too restrained, but not today. Since the guiding had stopped too, he could focus more on this sensation.

The problem was that he himself was no different from Yoon Seoh.

He could not control his arousal however he wanted. His hand was moving a little on its own, and he had become even more fixated on the kiss. Still, it was not to the point where he had lost his reason. If he could hold back from losing control until the last second, then what was a little sexual desire?

Taejoon pulled Seoh’s hips hard against his own lower body. The small body, heating up, shivered all over in surprise. That tiny reaction made Taejoon feel himself getting even more aroused.

“Haa…”

Seoh blushed before the tightly pressed lower bodies. His own cock had swelled with excitement, and Song Taejoon was already half-hard too.

Even knowing that, Taejoon kept rubbing his own lower body slowly. Or maybe he was the only one moving. Since the hand gripping his butt was making his body bounce of its own accord.

The way it looked, it was as if Seoh were the one so desperate he was shaking his ass around.

Seoh could not accept this situation, this version of himself. When he had guided before, he had focused more on how quickly the pain faded than on this kind of stimulation, but now he didn’t even have a chance to look away at anything else.

The best he could do was stop his waist from moving on its own.

Of course, it was not as if he felt no pleasure while guiding. But that had been the pleasure of energy leaving his body mixed together with sexual pleasure, not stimulation from the body itself like this.

That had been true until now. No, until he met Song Taejoon.

Then suddenly the friction against his lower body picked up speed. The pleasure that had been rising and falling along a razor-thin line shot up his spine and burst to the top of his head.

“Ngh? Hng, uhn!”

Seoh could not suppress the groan. His ass tightened, and the hand braced at Taejoon’s waist trembled violently. It felt as if just a little more rubbing would bring him to the end.

‘No!’

Seoh squeezed his eyes shut and endured as hard as he could. He absolutely could not be overcome by pleasure like this when he wasn’t even guiding. Not only did he not have the face to look at Song Taejoon, this sort of experience was unfamiliar to him.

If he were guiding, he could at least make excuses, but this was… impossible.

In the end, Seoh shook his head from side to side. He couldn’t pull Taejoon off with his own strength, so at least he needed to express his refusal.

Fortunately, Song Taejoon stopped moving. The flesh filling his mouth withdrew, lightly brushing the roof of his mouth on the way out. Even then, it stubbornly sucked at his lips one last time before letting go. Released with a soft, wet sound, Seoh shuddered.

“Ugh, ngh.”

It was the first time Seoh had ever shown, with his own will, that he wanted to be let go. Taejoon, his voice heavy and subdued, asked with a trace of reluctance,

“…Why?”

Yoon Seoh’s slack head fell against Song Taejoon’s shoulder. Catching his breath and barely calming the surge of arousal, he parted his lips.

“Why… aren’t you guiding?”

“You mean you don’t want it?”

When Seoh nodded weakly, Taejoon lifted him slightly and said meaningfully,

“Who knows.”

“……”

Unable to tell what he was thinking, Seoh only blinked blankly, and then his lower body was being rubbed again. Seoh flinched and pushed at Song Taejoon’s shoulder, drawing his upper body back.

“P-please, wait a moment.”

“…Why?”

“Th, um… please let go first.”

For a moment, Song Taejoon felt a strange chill spread from his lower abdomen through his entire body.

He could not tear his eyes away from the flushed red around Seoh’s eyes, the damp pupils, and the drooping brows. The pleading voice seemed to lick at his eardrums. He wanted to lay him down, strip off every piece of clothing, and drive himself into him.

Seoh, unaware of his thoughts, bit his lip tightly and shifted. His aroused sex grew even harder from the stimulus. The sex pressing against him was no different.

Song Taejoon pulled Seoh’s hips even tighter and started rubbing roughly again. The response was immediate.

“Ngh! Ah…!”

Seoh hurriedly covered the sound of his bursting moan with one hand. He shook his head frantically and tried to push at Taejoon’s shoulder, but only his upper body moved away while the lower half was still being rubbed without mercy. In the end, he even kicked his legs and begged to be let go.

“Mm, hng. Song… ngh! Let go, p-please! Stop.”

Even the softest cloth had rough parts somewhere. As the friction continued, his overstimulated sex could not help but pick up even those tiny irregularities.

With his whole cock kept being pressed and rubbed, Seoh could no longer bear it and curled his waist inward.

The hand on his shoulder slid down to his stomach and pushed hard, telling him to stop. But blocked by muscles as hard as stone, it could not push him away, and Taejoon could only feel the movements of his excited body. Seoh’s head hung low, dizzy. As his nape was faintly exposed, Song Taejoon felt his head begin to boil.

The clear teeth marks.

Seeing the trace he had made sent a strange thrill surging up inside him.

Taejoon wrapped Seoh’s legs around his waist and grabbed his butt with both hands, shaking him roughly.

“Hng! A, no! No… ngh!”

“Hoo…”

“Ah, please!”

Taejoon, focused on the rising heat, frowned at Seoh, who kept rejecting him and trying to escape.

He could feel climax approaching, and yet Seoh was reacting like this. At this point, shouldn’t he be unable to handle the pleasure and come rushing at him? How was he supposed to interpret the fact that he only looked bewildered and tried to hide, like someone experiencing this for the first time?

It was far too far from what he had imagined a male prostitute would be like.

Staring hungrily at the red nape of his neck, Taejoon cursed under his breath and stopped moving.

Truthfully, he had never planned to finish. He had only wanted to see how Seoh reacted when pushed. He had gotten more aroused than expected, but as always, it was not enough to make him lose his reason.

“……”

“……”

The act had stopped, but the hot tension between them still lingered.

Song Taejoon set Yoon Seoh down on the floor. His unsteady legs hit the ground and wobbled pathetically, but Seoh still managed to steady himself and even take a few steps back.

‘…It hurts.’

The sudden cutoff of stimulation made the aroused cock ache in protest. The unresolved pleasure would not settle and was painful in its own right. His heated head wanted to curl back into Taejoon’s arms. He was certain he would not actually act on it, but the desire would be obvious. Seoh did not want Taejoon to see him like this.

Only after covering his eyes with the back of his hand and blocking his own vision did he feel a little relieved. His head was a mess from everything that had happened unexpectedly.

From why Taejoon had done that, to the stimulating pleasure he had felt. He had realized that sex without guiding pushed a person to their limit in a completely different way. It was frighteningly relentless and dizzyingly exquisite.

That made him even more afraid. He felt like he might really become a male prostitute at this rate.

Shrinking his shoulders, Seoh asked in a trembling voice,

“If y-you don’t need guiding a-anymore…”

“……”

“I should, um… head back now…”

His stammering voice was thoroughly cowed.

Caught between half-expected and half-unexpected, Song Taejoon was left speechless. He hadn’t thought Yoon Seoh would actually choose to end it like this.

Just as he was about to speak, Taejoon doubted his own eyes at what he saw in front of him.

Yoon Seoh, who hated showing his face, had covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and the palm exposed beneath it was a mess. The skin where new flesh had begun to grow was unevenly discolored, and white raised marks showed where something sharp had scratched it. It was not as bad as the wound on his nape, but he could tell at a glance that it had been inflicted around the same time.

Those traces began at the palm and continued all the way down past the wrist.

“You…”

Taejoon reached out without thinking. But sensing the movement, Seoh flinched and looked up. The moment their eyes met, he could not hide his trembling gaze and backed away first. It was enough to make anyone feel sorry for him, the way Yoon Seoh was panicking.

“S-sorry.”

He hurriedly lowered his eyes and bowed. While Taejoon hesitated, Seoh ran off in a rush toward the kitchen side like last time.