FETCH 49

“I feel like my stomach is going to burst.”

Jaechan patted his bloated belly and flopped down onto the bed. He needed to wash up and perform the guiding they had postponed until getting to the dormitory, but he was too full to move.

Upon hearing the news that Jaechan was entering resident guiding, Han Kang had immediately suggested they have dinner out before checking in. There was no reason to refuse, and he was secretly glad for the suggestion. The two had just returned after eating until their stomachs were bursting at a restaurant town located in the city center.

Even so, they weren’t late for the check-in time. Fortunately, the other Espers seemed to be in good condition, as if they had also received proper guiding from their dedicated guides.

Jaechan dawdled on the bed and nudged Han Kang’s thigh with his foot.

“You wash first.”

When he spoke while merely glancing down, Han Kang tilted his head to the side.

“I hate it when people lie on the bed without washing up, honey.”

“Ah.”

How picky he is.

Despite saying such things, Han Kang used to flop onto the bed at Jaechan’s house without washing at all. Seeing his attitude—as if it were okay for him but not for others—Jaechan lifted his head and squinted his eyes, causing Han Kang to let out a low laugh.

“Ah, you wash first.”

As if saying “do your worst,” Jaechan spread his arms and legs wide, taking up every bit of space where Han Kang could lie down. He intended to take his medicine while Han Kang was washing. It was a pill he had to take within an hour of eating, and he couldn’t delay any longer.

However, Han Kang, having no way of knowing his inner thoughts, just stood his ground. Should I just hurry up and wash within ten minutes? It might be better for him to move quickly rather than wasting time like this.

But as he slowly started to get up, Han Kang suddenly whipped around and headed into the bathroom first. It seemed his stubbornness about who should wash first was merely an act to tease him; the behavior was mischievous as could be.

While Han Kang was away, he took his medicine and pushed the white bottle into the deepest part of his bag. He organized it carefully so the medicine wouldn’t accidentally tumble out when he pulled out clothes, and then he zipped the bag tight.

By the time he finished washing after Han Kang, Han Kang was lying on the bed with his arms open toward him. Wearing only his underwear and without a blanket, he wasn’t even thinking about covering his body.

Jaechan chuckled and threw himself down, landing squarely on top of him. As soon as their chests met, Han Kang hugged his back tightly, putting so much strength into his arms it felt like he might crush every bone in Jaechan’s body.

“Ugh, it hurts.”

When he exaggerated his pain, even furrowing his brow, Han Kang laughed, “Haha,” finding it absurd.

“What do you mean it hurts? I hugged you so gently.”

“No. My arms hurt.”

“I know that’s not true.”

Along with the tender words, his lips pressed against the nape of Jaechan’s neck. It was then that a groan, “Heuu,” escaped. The guiding waves draining out of his body were vivid. Since he had postponed the guiding all afternoon, the amount of waves leaving him was greater than usual, sending chills down his spine.

Meanwhile, Han Kang’s hand, which had been stroking his back, naturally headed downward and settled on his buttocks. As he gently kneaded his underwear-clad buttocks and explicitly poked between them, Jaechan’s body jolted with a “Hng.”

There was something eerie about the way he licked up the nape of his neck. As he unconsciously put strength into his body, Han Kang laughed softly and kneaded his buttocks again. Then, his hand suddenly invaded the inside of his drawers. At the act of him touching and squeezing bare flesh, Jaechan pointlessly put strength into his toes.

Even during this, Han Kang’s biting did not stop. He used his teeth to nibble gently before scouring over the spot, making Jaechan’s scalp tingle repeatedly.

Although he knew the soundproofing in each room was excellent, he was conscious of the people outside and couldn’t let out a proper moan. So he just groaned and whimpered. Jaechan buried his face in Han Kang’s shoulder and tried his best to stifle his voice while enduring the incoming stimulation.

Soon, a finger slid, “ssu-ook,” inside. They hadn’t shared any specific words, but Jaechan, who didn’t push him away, and Han Kang, who was pressing and expanding his inside, both revealed their blatant desire for each other through a silent agreement.

Feeling Han Kang’s fingers steadily expanding his inside, Jaechan turned his head to find his lips. As if he knew exactly what he wanted, Han Kang immediately met the turn of his head with a kiss.

At first, it was a light touch and release. But when they joined again deeply, they both pushed their tongues into each other’s mouths without knowing who started first. A wet noise rose from between their tangled tongues.

“Mmm, heuu…”

His lower belly tightened, and his legs twisted. When he twisted his hips slightly, Han Kang’s front, swollen from stimulation, brushed explicitly against his lower abdomen. At that, he squeezed his eyes shut. His insides were seething, chasing the now-familiar pleasure.

“Honey, we really seem like a married couple.”

Han Kang repeated the words he had likely said a hundred times by now. It was something he always said when they were joined like this or lying side-by-side in bed, but this time, Jaechan didn’t bother to deny it.

Jaechan smiled with a “Yeah” and hugged him tight. Wet, erotic noises soaked his ears. Had he brought the gel in the meantime? While he felt like he would go crazy at the unfamiliarity of a sound he was hearing for the first time, every time the sound of fingers mashing the lukewarm liquid as they entered and exited grew loud, he felt so embarrassed he wanted to hide in a mouse hole.

When those sensations reached a peak, his entire body naturally became tingly. Jaechan let out a heavy, hot breath, feeling his whole frame being conquered by the rapture spreading to his limbs.

Now, he gradually wanted to take his cock inside. Jaechan looked at Han Kang with eyes that were sunken and heavy with excitement. Sensing that intent, Han Kang smiled beautifully and gripped the band of his drawers, shaking it playfully.

“Honey, please take off your underwear.”

“…”

“Should I take it off for you?”

To say such a thing after already having his hands all the way inside.

Jaechan felt that the mischievous Han Kang was being heartless, so he unconsciously looked at him with narrowed eyes. It wasn’t that he couldn’t take it off himself, but with his body already tied up by Han Kang, it felt like the picture wouldn’t be very pretty if he were the one squirming to take it off.

“…You take it off.”

As soon as he spat out the embarrassed voice that wasn’t even properly audible, a “mwah” kiss landed on his chin.

“Yeah. Don’t let any other bastard take it off, honey.”

“You’re my dedicated one, so who else would take this off?”

“Exactly. Don’t create any uninteresting situations.”

“What are you talking about…”

He didn’t know what prompted the sudden, out-of-the-blue remark, but Han Kang simply grinned. Soon, with a sharp rebound, Jaechan’s body flopped backward. “Ugh!” As he let out a sudden exclamation, his head hit the plush pillow.

Han Kang, who pinned him down and climbed on top, stripped off his underwear in one go and shook his cock—which he had taken out at some point—striking the perineum with a “thack-thack” sound.

Then, at the sensation of it pushing in, “kkoo-ook,” Jaechan squeezed his eyes shut.

“Ah…”

The groan that burst out languidly was immediately smothered by Han Kang’s lips.

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Han Kang very carefully wiped down Jaechan’s exhausted, slumped body. He wiped away the semen smeared here and there with a wet towel, and rubbed for a long time at any spots where it might have dried, no matter how many times it took, so the sleeping man wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

Whenever he looked at Jaechan, who had fallen asleep exhausted from the guiding, all sorts of thoughts would rush into his head, making his heart complicated.

“I don’t know anymore, even I don’t…”

Han Kang’s gaze, as he exhaled the languid words with a sigh, landed on Jaechan’s pretty face.

Even at twenty, Jeon Jaechan was just plain pretty. There was deep concern in Han Kang’s eyes as he brushed a finger against his soft cheek.

The various types of guiding occurring within the Center still looked filthy to him. Therefore, the more he joined bodies with Jaechan, the more he felt the growing longing for him was nothing more than an instinctive movement, making him feel self-loathing.

Until now, he always had certainty in his feelings for Jeon Jaechan, but at the thought that it might not be the case, even the certainty he had held became confusing, making him angry from time to time.

Even these days, when he had become accustomed to Guide Jeon Jaechan, he occasionally missed their innocent past.

He had rebuked himself several times, telling himself that being sexually attracted was nothing more than a shallow, filthy desire of an Esper. Even when he shook his head violently to say it wasn’t so, the word “correct” that chased him even louder felt like it was disparaging him, making him feel bad.

By the time he finally gave in and performed insertion guiding after holding out and holding out, it felt as if he were finally surrendering to his instincts as an Esper. His previous convictions were shaken to their roots by a pleasure he was experiencing for the first time in his life.

He felt terrible. He had asked if it was okay to do this with him, and Jaechan had said it was. In that answer of his, there seemed to be no room for regret to intervene.

“Jaechan, don’t ever perform guiding with anyone else, okay. Only guide me.”

As long as he was part of the team guides, he had an obligation to guide team members in an emergency, but nevertheless, Han Kang decided to monopolize Jaechan’s guiding.

It was because he judged that, rather than watching him perform filthy acts at the hands of another Esper, it would be better for Jaechan to join bodies with him. That was why he requested guiding even more diligently. He held his hand even in situations where it wasn’t that necessary, and struggled alone to leave no room for him to guide anyone else.

“Keep doing it only for me. Only me.”

Han Kang, who repeated the same words, slumped down and lay next to Jaechan, tracing with his eyes the delicately placed features of his face.

Even if his feelings were nothing more than filthy lust, he rationalized that it would be better if they solidified their relationship as each other’s one and only partners.

The Jaechan he saw at the Monster Museum looked as if he were about to burst into tears at any moment. Han Kang had lost to his tears once again.

Once the desire had been unleashed, it would not subside. Whether it was a filthy desire or a pure heart that had already been swallowed whole, he did not want to let Jeon Jaechan out of his grasp.

He hoped that as time passed, this confusion crashing over him like a storm would gradually fade away.

“Honey, good night.”

Han Kang, after leaving the simple greeting, turned his gaze toward the bag where Jaechan had hidden his medicine away. The look in his eyes as he stared intently at it was cold and distant.