⚠ Content note for this chapter: explicit sexual content.
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In contrast, Yu-geon, wiping Ha-neul’s mouth with a tissue, felt his own mouth go dry.
Had the sight of Ha-neul drinking water been fuel to him? The fire inside had grown several times over. His head felt full of acrid smoke, his mind hazy.
His insides burned so much he drained the water Ha-neul had left in one go — but as he went to swallow, guilt suddenly blocked his throat.
…Isn’t this an indirect kiss? Doesn’t that make me look like a pervert?
A chill ran down his spine, then he barely pulled himself together. Noticing it was the weird thing. They were just two thirsty people sharing water — what was the big deal? He soothed himself: just swallow it like it’s nothing and get a new bottle — when he felt an intense gaze.
Ha-neul was staring straight at him.
"…?"
His heart dropped at that, and he froze — then Ha-neul’s face suddenly came close. His vision filled with Ha-neul’s pale face; their breaths mingled; their lips overlapped.
"…Mmph."
Beyond simply touching lips, Ha-neul tilted his head slightly and his lips meshed with Yu-geon’s without a gap.
The sudden softness on his lips, Ha-neul’s somehow stronger scent, his unusually hot breath — it was as if his senses, his mind, were being paralyzed. Frozen, hardly breathing, all the while the water he’d been holding in his mouth flowed steadily into Ha-neul’s mouth. And… gulp. Gulp.
He could clearly feel the overlapped lips working softly, drinking it down as it was.
The world seemed to spin. Even so, the long black lashes stretching below Ha-neul’s closed eyes, face to face with him, stayed vivid.
This was dangerous.
He keenly felt again why Yi-yeon had been wary of guiding in his lifetime.
His head said to stop this kiss and pull back, but it was as if instinct outran reason — his own body wouldn’t obey.
What stopped Yu-geon’s "instinct" was, ironically, Ha-neul.
Even after drinking all the water he’d held in his mouth, Ha-neul didn’t pull his lips away —instead, as if steeling himself for something, he tensed and pressed his lips more actively, moving his tongue — and Yu-geon’s mind snapped awake as if struck by lightning.
The moment he realized this kiss was aimed at neither thirst for water nor sexual contact, he could pull him off.
"Haa. Th-that… if you want more water, I’ll get it. Stay here."
"Guiding…."
"You didn’t… get any? Your wavelength… haa… got worse…."
Of course.
He’d only happened to have water in his mouth and drunk it first; Ha-neul’s real goal had been neither the kiss nor the water — it was guiding.
Yu-geon’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at Ha-neul. What was with this newly minted guide’s dedication to his job? Why was he so desperate to guide every time they met, in poor health and all?
"Later. I’ll get water first, so wait." "….."
He spat it out as if shaking him off and turned, but before he’d taken a full step, he was caught.
Ha-neul’s face was deeply weary. He couldn’t even hold his chin up properly. He just gazed up at Yu-geon pleadingly, his eyes alone raised, as if he couldn’t speak.
Naturally, the hand that caught him had no strength at all. "Caught" was too strong a word — "touched" was closer. He could have pulled free just by walking, but he couldn’t. Like a kitten with its scruff held by its mother, his body wouldn’t budge.
He had no choice but to speak. What came out sounded oddly defensive.
"I wasn’t lying — there were unavoidable circumstances. I’ll explain later, so for now, sleep more."
"I’ll… do it for you."
"No. I gave you the antidote, but it’ll take another half day to work properly. You need rest now, so sleep first…."
Steel-hearted, he carefully detached the hand and drew a line — let’s talk tomorrow — and tried to step back.
But his resolution proved hollow; the words wouldn’t come out properly.
"Let me… do it. I want to…"
Stubbornly repeating himself, Ha-neul lifted his head as if wringing out his last strength toward Yu-geon, squeezed his eyes shut, and parted his lips, sticking out his tongue —
and Yu-geon’s lips parted.
"…Ah." Thud. Thudthudthudthudthud.
His heart seemed to drop with a loud pounding, then started racing violently.
Did he even know what he was doing right now — how he looked to others?
Plump red lips and tongue. A small mouth, a small tongue to match. Long lashes sweeping down below closed lids; following the line naturally, a nose that looked a touch small yet straight. Hands curled like a cat’s to support his thrust-out upper body, trembling pitifully; cheeks flushed from the heat, naturally recalling the feeling of just now stroking them.
Someone pretty enough sitting expressionless and still — thrusting his face out as if begging for a kiss, what was that?
And here was a bed, it was night, and Ha-neul wore Yu-geon’s clothes instead of his torn ones. With their size difference, they hung loose — leaning out like this, the pale curve of his chest showed plainly.
He was being swayed again.
It was a trap. A fatal snare.
It felt like if he took one step here, he’d be dragged in helplessly and sink without end. He had to keep his wits. Someday he’d have to be guided by Ha-neul, but not now. He was a drugged child, and hadn’t he collapsed just today from the aftereffects of guiding Yu-geon?
If he was guided now by his "imprinted guide"… could he stop at a reasonable line?
He mustn’t do anything to be ashamed of before Yi-yeon.
Just as he steeled himself to push him away, Ha-neul’s eyelids fluttered, and he came exactly one step closer to Yu-geon. As if coaxing. His tongue stuck out a little more, licking the empty air.
"……"
Yu-geon’s body shuddered as if licked by that tongue. Though it hadn’t touched him.
Seeing him frozen stiff, hardly breathing, Ha-neul seemed to find it strange and carefully lifted his eyelids.
A gaze upright without a tremor. Yu-geon’s face filled those big, clear eyes.
So full it almost felt like an illusion — as if Yu-geon himself had become Ha-neul’s whole world.
"Ah. If… you’d rather use hands… mmph." The thread of Yu-geon’s patience, barely holding, finally snapped.
Swollen desire consumed his mind.
He wanted to fill Ha-neul with himself.
***
His body was hot.
Thanks to Jo Min-young’s proper treatment, his condition had improved — but now it was plunging to the worst again.
…No. Not that. It wasn’t that his condition was bad — his body was "strange."
He’d thought the risen temperature was a fever like body aches, but it wasn’t. Something… was different. Yi-yeon had hardly ever had a fever, but he could tell.
If it were a simple fever, there’d be no reason for one particular area to be hot. Especially below his belly…
"Hah, ngh. Ah, mmm…." What Seon Yi-yeon had first intended was clearly "guiding."
Yu-geon’s condition looked bad, and he’d thought it best to stabilize his badly scattered wavelength even a little — that since he wasn’t well, mucous-membrane guiding would bring the numbers down quickly, so it would be fine. That was how the act had begun.
But once their lips actually met, a thought came: maybe what this body wanted wasn’t guiding.
It felt too good…
Every time their breaths mingled, every time their tongues tangled, every time their lips rubbed, his body trembled and strength entered the arms around Yu-geon’s back. He had to focus more on guiding — or he’d collapse again — but his head kept going hazy and wouldn’t obey.
Was mucous-membrane guiding always this pleasant? It had been hard to breathe and he’d kept making small sounds, but not to the point of losing his senses. Today, considerate of his poor condition, there wasn’t even any overwhelming feeling… it was just that it felt too good. That was the problem.
In the end, though their lips had met for quite a while, he’d hardly done any real guiding.
He felt wronged. For all that time, Yu-geon’s wavelength hadn’t stabilized. If anything… it seemed even more unsettled.
He’d thought a little would do it….
"Haa… just a little… more…"
Thankfully, Yu-geon’s heavy body settled over him again. As their bodies pressed together as if crushing him, the dizzy Yi-yeon trembled.
It truly couldn’t be helped: Yu-geon’s body was cold, and hugging him tight and rubbing against him felt unbearably good. The painful heat drained away to the point of ecstasy, making it hard to concentrate.
Was it because he was an ice ability user, or because this body was hot and felt it relatively?
Either way, now he understood why animals rubbed their bodies on blocks of ice and played on hot summer days. The heat packed dense inside his body draining away must have felt good.
…Maybe his lot was better than those densely furred animals, at least.
He hated how the clothes blocked him, lifted and rubbed, but it was too uncomfortable, so he ended up taking them off. His top, then his bottom. He wanted to take off his underwear too, but Yu-geon stopped him, so he gave up.
Instead, he had Yu-geon take his clothes off too, so skin could touch easily. After a moment admiring the fine shape of his muscles, he hugged that body again to cool the rising heat. Then naturally Yu-geon overlapped their lips and invaded his mouth.
"Mmm…"
Relatively speaking, his mouth wasn’t much different — heat pooled there too — so the usually lukewarm saliva tasted cool and sweet as life-giving water. Enough to make him cling and suck at the tongue, smack-smack.
But satisfaction didn’t last long. No matter how he kept sucking and rubbing and hugging, the heat wouldn’t easily subside. Especially the hottest place, below his navel, which he couldn’t easily reach. His lower belly, and inside it, and—
"Here— ngh. Here…."
It was too hot to bear, but he didn’t know what to do.
How could he cool this heat? How…
"Here… it’s too hot here…" Yi-yeon pulled Yu-geon’s hand to the hottest place.
Somehow he felt Yu-geon would have the answer. He’d stayed calm about the undressing —calm enough to undress first — so he seemed to understand the situation.
"Ah…"
Sure enough, without much hesitation, a fully spread palm touched Yi-yeon’s lower belly. Pressed down hard, cold seeped in, and for just a moment a satisfied sound escaped.
But it wasn’t enough… He wanted to be touched more. Would it get better if he kept pressing? How long would he have to do this—
how?
"More… do more…"
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