DPGR 139

That day, Jiho couldn’t stop thinking about guiding beyond 100% until he and Dojin headed home from work.

‘How can I make the guiding feel natural?’

Lately, Dojin had only asked for light hand-guiding or through kisses.

It wasn’t because of any adverse reaction to guiding. He was simply so worn down, unable to sleep properly and constantly pushing his body, that he had no mental space left for anything else.

Since Dojin had explained all this in advance, Jiho understood why he avoided anything more than kisses.

‘But today, kissing won’t be enough.’

To reach 100%, or beyond, what they needed was sex.

“Guide Jiho, I need guiding.”

After returning home, Dojin washed up quickly and stepped into the bedroom.

Already washed and sitting on the bed, Jiho opened his arms to him.

“Hug me.”

At his playful request, Dojin smiled and hugged him without hesitation. Jiho, relieved by how naturally Dojin responded, pretended to act casual as he gave further instructions.

“Let’s do it on the bed today. That way we can sleep right after.”

“Are you tired?”

“Hmm, not really, but you look tired, hyung.”

“I’m fine too.”

“Still, I’d rather we do it in bed.”

Dojin tilted his head, a little confused by Jiho’s insistence.

But Jiho didn’t give him time to think further.

“Come on, come on. Lie down right here.”

When Jiho threatened not to guide him unless he followed instructions, Dojin reluctantly gave in, though he found it strange.

Thanks to that, Jiho managed to get Dojin lying in bed without much trouble.

“Hehe.”

A satisfied smile crept across his face. Dojin raised a brow and asked,

“What are you up to?”

“U-up to nothing. Okay, I’ll start the guiding now.”

Trying to hide his guilt, Jiho climbed on top of Dojin. Dojin flinched, but Jiho ignored it, pressing his body against him and leaning down.

“…Wait. Guide Jiho. This position is a little…”

“Huh?”

Jiho blinked innocently. Dojin hesitated, wondering if he was imagining things, then shook his head.

“…Never mind.”

“Okay, I’ll start now.”

Jiho wrapped his arms around Dojin’s neck and released guiding energy. The warmth flowed through their skin-on-skin contact.

Dojin’s tense muscles began to relax. Jiho seized that moment to press their lips together.

“Wait, mmph-”

Caught off guard by Jiho’s assertive kiss, Dojin froze again. Jiho bit and tugged on his lips gently, then slipped his tongue into Dojin’s mouth.

Chup-smack, smack

Eventually, Dojin had no choice but to open his mouth and accept the kiss.

Jiho recalled how Dojin used to kiss him, tracing the roof of his mouth with his tongue.

He wasn’t sure if he was doing it right, but the heat building in Dojin’s body suggested it was working.

‘Good. Let’s keep going like this.’

A low moan rumbled from deep in Dojin’s throat. Encouraged, Jiho moved his tongue more actively – rubbing against Dojin’s, nibbling his teeth, mixing their saliva to gradually increase the guiding intensity.

“Ugh, ha…”

Dojin growled as he pushed against Jiho’s shoulders.

“Wait, Guide Jiho.”

“Haa, yeah?”

“What… what exactly are you trying to do right now?”

“Guiding.”

“I mean, what kind of guiding?”

Jiho stared directly into Dojin’s face as he panted beneath him.

He was always the one pinned down before, but now that the positions were reversed, something stirred inside him.

Jiho kissed Dojin’s flushed cheeks one after another, smiling sweetly.

“Mm, I’m going to do third-stage guiding.”

“…!”

Dojin tried to sit up. He was clearly trying to shake off the little devil who had climbed on top of him.

But Jiho surged his guiding energy at that moment, and Dojin’s body melted back down with a groan.

“Urgh…!”

“We have to do it today.”

“Jiho… ugh, Guide Jiho…”

Why. Why third-stage guiding all of a sudden?

Though Dojin’s question was valid, Jiho didn’t answer.

Like Kwak Jiheon had said, they didn’t know whether this method would even work for Dojin. Jiho didn’t want to give him false hope.

If it failed, it was enough for Jiho to be disappointed alone.

‘I can handle that on my own.’

With that thought, Jiho sat up. He wiggled a bit until he was properly straddling Dojin’s hips.

Behind him, more precisely, between his cheeks, he could feel the firm shape of Dojin’s hardened arousal.

“Tonight, I’ll take the lead. You just lie there, okay?”

“But why…?”

“Because I want to.”

Giving such a shameless answer, Jiho reached under his pillow.

There, he had hidden a necktie and lube, stolen earlier from Dojin’s dressing room and drawers.

“Just a second.”

Startled by the sight of the necktie, Dojin tried to pull back, but Jiho quickly grabbed his wrists and tied them together.

Of course, for someone as highly trained as Dojin, Jiho’s knot was laughably loose.

“You can’t undo it! Just for today, I want you to listen to me. Just one day, okay?”

“But this is…”

“Mm-mm! Hyung-ah…”

“….”

“If you untie that, we’re sleeping in separate rooms for a while.”

“…!”

Adorable whining and mild threats alternated, leaving Dojin utterly disarmed.

While he froze up in confusion, Jiho took the chance to kneel up and start pulling down Dojin’s pajama pants.

“Guide Jiho…!”

“Shh, just enjoy it too, hyung.”

Enjoy it, he says. Where did he even learn to talk like that?

Dojin was at a loss for words. He couldn’t tell if this was actually happening or if he had fallen into a different kind of nightmare.

No, wait. Jiho was on top of him, taking off his clothes. Maybe this wasn’t a nightmare but rather a lucky dream.

Even as Dojin fell into confusion, Jiho kept moving.

Before he knew it, Jiho had yanked off his underwear and squeezed some gel into his small hand.

With a squelch, the clear gel pooled at Jiho’s fingertips.

Dojin’s eyes widened as he watched Jiho reach behind himself with that hand.

No way…

And yes, it was exactly that. Jiho bent forward, then started shifting his hips with a soft moan.

“Mm… it’s cold…”

At that faint moan, Dojin’s cock, trapped inside his pants, throbbed like it might rip through the fabric at any second.

Completely unaware, Jiho kept his eyes closed and continued to move his hand, letting out quiet little grunts.

“Ugh… ah…”

Soon, a slick, wet sound of friction filled the air. Dojin swallowed dryly.

His hands, tied up with a necktie, twitched.

Should I break free? No… if I do, it’s separate beds…

The look on Jiho’s face when he said they’d sleep separately was pretty serious. If Jiho said it, he’d mean it.

Dojin’s face twisted in silent agony. Jiho mumbled as he gently rocked his hips.

“Mm… just a little more… I’ve only gotten three in so far…”

Dojin’s face turned beet red. Watching this young Guide put on a masturbation show right in front of him was driving him insane.

Shit. He choked down a curse. The veins in his flushed neck bulged thickly.

His mouth was dry with impatience. Was he always this sensitive to stimulation?

A wave of self-loathing swept over him, but stronger still was the desire tugging at him from the sight in front of him.

In the end, despite refusing stage 3 Guiding so vehemently, he changed his mind without much resistance.

“I’ll untie it for you. Your hands are too small, you’ll have trouble anyway.”

“Nooo…”

“Why not? I can untie it better than you can.”

His voice was low and fast, the urgency bleeding through in every word.

“Mm, mm… no. I’m doing it today.”

Jiho, oblivious to Dojin’s internal struggle, glanced at him suspiciously and insisted. In the end, Dojin could only swallow repeatedly and start giving hoarse instructions.

“Bend your upper body more. That way the hole opens up.”

“Ugh… l-like this?”

“Good. Be careful not to hurt yourself. I think I need a better look… can you turn around?”

“Huh…?”

Jiho tilted his head in confusion.

Dojin’s sudden switch to being assertive was strange. It wasn’t unpleasant, just puzzling. Jiho wondered what had changed in his mood.

Maybe now he’s finally in the mood for sex?

That would be good for Jiho, so he decided to go along with it so Dojin wouldn’t lose the vibe.

“L-like this…?”

Jiho turned and got into position again. Dojin licked his lips as he took in the soft, plump ass poking out from under Jiho’s top.

“I can’t really see.”

“Huh?”

“Lift your shirt a bit and come up closer.”

“B-but…”

“Come on. You tied me up, so I can’t move. You’ll have to do it.”

Is that true? Since I tied him up, I have to move instead?

A question mark practically floated above Jiho’s head, but Dojin’s urging was enough to sway him.

“If you hold your shirt in your mouth, your hands will be free.”

“Mmh.”

“Good boy.”

The white pajama top was pulled up. Jiho bit down on the hem and glanced back at Dojin.

His eyes silently asked, What now? Dojin swallowed hard again.

“Now come closer.”

“…?”

Tilting his head, Jiho crawled forward. Dojin urged him on.

“Just a bit more. Closer, more…”

Is this right?

Before he knew it, Jiho had straddled Dojin’s chest, presenting his ass right in front of his face.

He realized this when Dojin’s hot breath touched his skin.

Wait, this is kind of weird…

But he was too late. Carefully keeping the necktie in place, Dojin pressed his hands firmly against Jiho’s back.

“Uuh!”

Jiho bent forward, and his hips tilted naturally.

With his legs spread and seated across Dojin’s broad chest, his butt cheeks parted, revealing a faintly pink hole.

“Mm… mmgh, hhk…!”

Dojin couldn’t hold back anymore. The Guiding he’d been feeling for a while now, and that inviting little hole right in front of him, pushed him over the edge.

Slurp

Dojin craned his neck and pressed a deep kiss to Jiho’s hole.