The arm that was gripping me tightly hurt. I heard Ji Gwanyeong chuckle faintly. But Choi Taehun knew, he couldn’t possibly not know, that his Esper wasn’t enjoying himself at all. He was his Esper, after all.

“Honestly, right now, I don’t need a guide like you.”

His voice, low and deep, felt like it had pierced right through my heart. Ji Gwanyeong was right. Right now, he had enough contact with me, he hadn’t exerted himself, so he wouldn’t need “Guide Choi Taehun.” I unconsciously tilted my head slightly, trying to avoid my pair, as I realized this.

But he wasn’t the kind of monster who would allow that. He remembered perfectly how I had been avoiding his gaze all day. Ji Gwanyeong noticed the faint trembling of the frail body he was holding and his eyes narrowed.

His amber eyes were filled only with me. The monster, as if subtly tempting, or perhaps warning me slightly, opened his mouth in a low voice.

“But even so, can I still roll around with you, Choi Taehun?”

I slightly hunched my shoulders at the man’s hand tracing my jawline. The man’s name, tattooed on my back, felt like it was wriggling and constricting my breath, as if it were alive. A feverish energy surged through me, as if all my attention was drawn to the Esper’s name.

“Let’s try it. I got curious too.”

***

Only now did Choi Taehun realize something new.

‘Ji Gwanyeong has been incredibly considerate of me every time we’ve had sex.’

Having lived as a healthy adult male for twenty-eight years, Taehun had never really experienced being overpowered. In fact, he had usually been on the side of power in that primal ecosystem, living a rather leisurely and carefree life. His height, reaching 180 centimeters, and his age, in his late twenties, were enough to make him a mature man.

The same went for sex.

Choi Taehun always met women who were calm and kind, just like his personality. He loved basketball, so he had always had a preference for partners with smaller, softer hands than his own, which were long and large due to his love for basketball. He had always led the relationship, holding those smaller hands, based on a carefully built-up, gentle affection. The act, based on a carefully built-up affection, felt like soft, fluffy down.

That was what sex had been like for “Choi Taehun,” not the guide.

“Ah, ugh, ugh, ah, ah, ah…”

It wasn’t like this, rough, like an animalistic mating, where he was panting, breathless, clinging to him, completely consumed by heat. Taehun moaned uncontrollably, leaning against the man who was thrusting into him, pounding his hips.

Despite their similar builds, Taehun was easily lifted like a doll and pushed against the wall. He was embarrassed to make noises during sex. He probably would never get used to moaning while being penetrated by a man’s member.

But right now, the guide didn’t have the luxury of such rational thoughts. His hole, completely slicked with gel, stretched to its limit, gripping the Esper’s member.

The sound of their sweaty bodies colliding, slick and wet, echoed. The shirt, which was still half-on, hindering his movement, was like a restraint. Taehun couldn’t hug the man’s neck, nor could he push him away, he could only collapse helplessly under the weight of the pillar that was thrusting deep inside him.

The member, which was plunging in and out like a stake, hit Choi Taehun’s prostate precisely. His vision flickered repeatedly. His body, which had already experienced complete pleasure from the man, was desperate to receive him deeper.

His legs, which couldn’t move properly, wrapped around Ji Gwanyeong’s waist, urging him on. The Esper enjoyed the lewdness.

At first, the guide, awkward with the unfamiliar position, moved back awkwardly, but he quickly heated up just from applying plenty of gel, grabbing his rear, and scratching the inner wall with his fingers.

The rest was easy.

He grabbed my legs, which were stretched out and trembling with weakness at the knees, and pushed me against the wall, filling the space. He immediately thrust deep inside, and my usually clear voice cracked with a moan. Ji Gwanyeong adjusted his grip on my thighs, which were wrapped tightly around his waist, and kissed my parted lips deeply.

His amber eyes, which always shone brightly, were glazed over with pleasure, and his flushed cheeks were a perfect shade of red. How could he be so brazen, talking about other Espers with that look on his face?

Ji Gwanyeong deliberately bit my lips a little harder. Soon, those lovely lips would be swollen and plump.

He thrust his hardened member deep inside, then slowly twisted his hips, swirling inside me. The guide tightened his grip on the inside walls, twisting his head back. The sensation of his soft, wet insides gripping my member, even though I had experienced it many times, was so pleasurable that my head buzzed.

The sounds of the piston-like thrusts, “thump, thump,” mixed with the guide’s moans, creating a lewd rhythm. Ji Gwanyeong, not even attempting to hide his excited voice, whispered in my ear.

“Other Espers? With you looking like this? That’s a funny thing to say.”

“Hic, ugh, ah, ugh, slowly, hi…!”

“I’m the one who taught you to spread your legs and get pounded from behind, ha, what kind of bastard are you trying to do this for?”

Taehun gasped for breath, trying to lift his arm to pull his shirt collar, which was awkwardly caught, out of the way. But the Esper wasn’t easy enough to give his guide that kind of leeway.

Ji Gwanyeong chuckled softly and thrust his member deep into the place where Choi Taehun felt it most. The tip of his hardened glans pressed firmly against his prostate, and the shallow thrusts he made while it was inside were less about giving pleasure and more about tormenting the inside.

Taehun gasped at the stimulation, took a deep breath, and came. White cum gushed out, splattering all over his pants and their exposed abs.

The Esper tightened his grip on the guide’s thighs, his head buzzing with pleasure. Taehun’s hips twisted as he came, the inner walls gripping his member, urging him to release.

Usually, he would gladly enjoy the afterglow with his guide, but today, he had decided to be quite spiteful a long time ago.

Ji Gwanyeong adjusted his hold on the slender, muscular body that had gone limp with release, and pulled off the shirt that was precariously hanging on the guide’s arm. Taehun, seemingly unable to even wrap his arms around the Esper’s neck, swayed helplessly, gasping for breath, “hic, hic,” with each movement of the member inside him.

“Or maybe this time, you’ll be the one doing the pounding, Choi Taehun? Yeah… what was it? You said you were getting married. Whatever, another Esper, marriage… whatever, it’s your choice.”

It was a moment of perfect incongruity between words and expression.

Even with his eyes glazed over with the heat that enveloped his entire body, he could clearly see the man’s expression, his eyebrows arched, displeasure evident in his voice. Choi Taehun, unable to resist the Esper who was lightly lifting him, slumped against him, his voice weak and barely audible.

“Gwanyeong, ssi, that’s, enough, now.”

“Choi Taehun, you’ve probably forgotten because you only get it from behind, but I’m not finished yet, so tighten up a bit more. Having all the fun by yourself?”

The guide’s neck flushed red at the blatantly lewd words. As Ji Gwanyeong said, Choi Taehun had come twice without touching himself or taking it in his mouth.

Once when the Esper teased him by poking his sensitive spot with his finger, and once when he thrust his raging member deep inside, pounding his prostate relentlessly. He had been thoroughly stimulated only from behind, moaning with a slightly hoarse voice, and reached the peak of his excitement.

The center’s training may have taught the guide how to receive a man, but it was Ji Gwanyeong who showed him the pleasure of that act, which he had initially resisted. In fact, it was unnecessary to even directly confirm whether “Ji Gwanyeong” and “Choi Taehun” could have sex.

Just as Ji Gwanyeong knew exactly where his guide was sensitive and could relentlessly torment him, Choi Taehun also knew what kind of expression his Esper had when they were together and what he liked.

The Esper, particularly sensitive in his ears and neck, would get a noticeably languid expression when his neck was gently touched and kissed during sex. It was actually quite nice to see Ji Gwanyeong, who didn’t seem very used to caressing his partners, gradually learn how to melt his partner. It was because of the satisfaction of knowing that he was the only one, a sense of possessive fulfillment.

The guide buried his head in his Esper’s shoulder, barely catching his breath, inhaling the man’s scent. The faint woody fragrance was a familiar trace of Ji Gwanyeong.

Choi Taehun, who disliked perfume, had grown to like the faint scents that emanated from Ji Gwanyeong. He enjoyed the moments when he secretly noticed him using a different fragrance. It was a privilege unique to Choi Taehun, the only one who was allowed to be close to Ji Gwanyeong.

Meanwhile, Ji Gwanyeong was slightly taken aback by Choi Taehun’s natural tendency to lean against him, as if he disliked the cool air conditioning hitting his sensitive skin, which was heated up. He thought he was the epitome of a polite gentleman, but seeing him unconsciously act spoiled like this, he was still the young master who held him in his hands.

To be more honest, the Esper was almost completely over his anger.

Ji Gwanyeong realized this about himself and inwardly cursed himself for being such a fool. He had been genuinely angry, from the moment he had said things like “Choi Taehun should just find another guide” and how convenient it would be for him. Remembering how foolish he had been while being separated from him recently due to filming made him even more irritated.

He had been unusually glued to his phone, and had missed the director’s instructions several times as he kept thinking about that neat face, crinkling its eyes in a smile, during breaks. It was the first time he had ever heard something like, “Ji Gwanyeong ssi, you don’t look well today.”

Even after arriving at the apartment, he had been preoccupied with how to cheer him up, but Choi Taehun, talking about other partners after a few numbers from the center!

He had been so angry at the man, who had never once crossed his mind to torment. That’s why he had sex with him so roughly, unlike before.

He said he didn’t need a guide, but he definitely didn’t need Choi Taehun, so he had recklessly stimulated the well-built man who had finally come to him after almost a week, roughly thrusting into him.

He might have forgotten his anger when the warm body, sighing in a whisper, pressed against his bare skin. Ji Gwanyeong lightly kissed the guide’s lips, which were slightly swollen from his biting. He couldn’t imagine giving this sexy Choi Taehun, who automatically opened his mouth and let his tongue be teased, to someone else, let alone another Esper.

That’s why the Esper, despite his anger subsiding, was determined not to let this day pass without consequence. He chuckled softly and scooped the guide into his arms. Choi Taehun, limp in his arms, looked up at his Esper with bewildered eyes, even in his dazed state. It was because Ji Gwanyeong wasn’t taking him to the bedroom, but to the middle of the living room.

The man stopped in front of the full-length mirror, the one his sister Jihyun, who cared most about her appearance among the siblings, had bought. Taehun, struggling to move his hand, which was so weak that he couldn’t even clench his fist properly, glanced at his Esper.

So, maybe it was an instinctive reaction.

A sense of a prey’s warning, a red light flashing in his head just before an unwanted situation occurred. That’s why Choi Taehun started to move his languid body, trying to get away. Ji Gwanyeong noticed this, smiled languidly, and asked.

“Why? Are you afraid I’ll do something weird?”

“No, but…”

“I don’t mind watching you wiggle your hips while you shove something into your back hole, but I’m not doing that today.”

…What do you mean, shove something in my back hole?

The guide pondered the man’s words, frowning at his flushed face, which seemed to be set on something. He missed the subtle use of the word “today” because of the intensity of the sentence. Choi Taehun, his voice hoarse, a testament to their previous intense encounter, spoke.

“Gwanyeong ssi, I really can’t take anymore, I’m sorry, can we talk about this tomorrow…”