DPGR 140

“Ah, mmgh!”

The moment he tasted the hole, Dojin’s reason began to slip. The flush of red in front of his eyes was unbearably lewd.

He sucked on Jiho’s hole like he was kissing him, deep and wet.

With every slurping sound, Jiho shook his hips from side to side, desperate to break free.

“Hyung, ahhk!”

But Dojin didn’t let him go. Still lying on his back with Jiho straddling him, he flexed his abs and raised his upper body halfway.

“Mmgh!”

Jiho’s ass was lifted up toward the ceiling, while his face was shoved into Dojin’s crotch.

Dojin swallowed a low groan and focused even harder on savoring Jiho’s hole, more intensely than before.

With Jiho resisting less, it became easier to suck deeply on him.

Schlurp, slurp, schlick…

The hole that had once clenched tight from shame softened and quivered open. Dojin pushed his tongue into the now-melting entrance.

“Ahh, ngh!”

Moans spilled from beneath him. Tilting his head, Dojin drove his tongue in deeper, moving in a steady rhythm.

“Ugh, ah, n-no, your tongue– hyung, stop, ugh! It’s too, too dirty, please…”

Saliva dripped from Dojin’s open mouth, trickling between Jiho’s cheeks and falling in droplets over his perineum.

The sensation was so strange it made Jiho squirm and try to pull his hips away, whining as he did.

But Dojin was completely fixated on eating him out, relentless and obsessed.

Jiho warned him again to stop and lie down, but it was like Dojin didn’t hear him at all.

This isn’t going to work…! Jiho shut his eyes tight and thought.

The reason he’d laid Dojin down and gotten on top in the first place was to control the pace.

Up until now, every time they had sex, it ended with Jiho passing out. Dojin was an S-class Esper, and Jiho a fragile Guide. The difference in stamina was inevitable.

But today couldn’t be like that.

‘I have to Guide him past the limit… if I pass out first, it’ll all fall apart…’

If he wanted the sex to last, he couldn’t let himself feel too good and climax too quickly.

He became aware of how tense his cock was, like it might burst at any moment, and started thinking of a different approach.

‘Hyung’s not listening to me right now…’

Then his eyes landed on the bulging front of Dojin’s pants, swollen and tight.

“Nngh…”

Jiho bit his lip, enduring the pleasure, and reached down. Thankfully, Dojin was wearing sweatpants with an elastic waistband, so it wasn’t hard to pull them down.

But when he stripped away both the pants and underwear, Dojin’s cock sprang out and smacked him in the face.

“Ack!”

At Jiho’s sharp cry, Dojin’s movements finally stopped.

“Guide Jiho!”

Dojin hastily tried to lift Jiho by the waist.

But Jiho shoved him off and, panting angrily, grabbed his cock without hesitation.

“Jiho, wait, hngh…!”

Dojin’s penis twitched in Jiho’s soft palm, precum beading from the tip like it liked being touched.

Completely different from what Dojin had been begging for moments ago as he pleaded against Jiho’s ass.

It’s so big…

Jiho had planned to shove it into his mouth immediately to teach Dojin a lesson, but the sheer girth made him hesitate, it didn’t even fit fully in one hand.

Still, once a man draws his sword, he’s got to slice something.

Opening his mouth wide with an aang, then closing and flexing his jaw, Jiho loosened up and stared at the thick head before diving in.

“Kh…!”

A moan came from behind. Jiho opened his mouth wider, careful not to let his teeth touch, and sucked on the tip.

Once he had adjusted to the size, he opened his throat and slowly took Dojin in deeper.

“Jiho–ugh! Stop, you’ll get hurt-ah, ahhh… ngh…”

Dojin’s hips began to twitch. It was his first time in his life having someone suck him off.

If it had been anyone else, it would’ve felt uncomfortable or wrong. But it was Jiho, and that made it unbearable, pleasure tangled with guilt.

“Ah, haa… Jiho… Jiho-ah…”

This isn’t right. He should stop him. He had to.

To Dojin, Jiho was more precious than anyone in the world. He didn’t want to make someone so dear to him do something like this.

But before that rational thought could take over, instinct swallowed him whole. His hips, once slightly trembling, now moved more forcefully.

“Kh… mmgh… ngh…”

Below him, Jiho writhed. Digging his nails into Dojin’s thighs, he dragged them down, leaving scratch marks.

Even that sting registered as pleasure to Dojin.

At some point, the necktie around his wrists slipped free and fell away.

Dojin, now freed, grabbed Jiho’s ass with both hands and kneaded it greedily.

The soft flesh yielded under his grip, then spread apart. The red, glistening entrance he had drenched with spit quivered, enticing him.

He couldn’t hold back anymore.

Spreading Jiho’s ass wide, Dojin buried his tongue into the twitching hole.

He thrust in roughly, as if trying to share the pleasure burning inside him.

Unlike earlier, when he’d only licked the rim, now he pushed his tongue in all the way to the base, stuffing it into the tight, damp passage.

In that position, Dojin gently rolled his hips and moved his head back and forth.

It hadn’t been long since he started thrusting into Jiho’s mouth and hole when Jiho suddenly tensed.

“Ugh! Cough! Ah, nghhh!”

Tilting his head back, Jiho pulled Dojin’s cock from his mouth and let out a moan.

His hole clenched tight, biting down on Dojin’s tongue.

From the slick, hot sensation at his stomach, Dojin realized that Jiho had come.

At the same time, he pulled his tongue out from Jiho’s hole and shuddered as he released a thick load of semen.

“Kh…!”

The cloudy fluid splattered across Jiho’s face. Still catching his breath and limp with the afterglow, Dojin propped Jiho up.

“Guide Jiho. Are you alright?”

Supporting Jiho’s chest with one hand, he flipped him over, and there was Jiho’s face, messy and soaked with his semen.

The sight stirred Dojin’s lust again, and his cock, having just come, started to rise once more.

“Hnn, ngh… hyung…”

Jiho pouted and whimpered his name. Snapping back to himself, Dojin grabbed the blanket and quickly wiped Jiho’s face clean.

“S-sorry. Is your throat okay? Did you get hurt?”

“Hyung…”

Jiho didn’t answer the question about being hurt. Instead, he stared at one spot on the bed with clear dissatisfaction.

Following his gaze, Dojin looked over.

There, sprawled on the pristine white sheets, lay his black necktie.

“…You untied it?”

“Ah, no, that’s…”

Jiho narrowed his eyes at him.

He might’ve been a small Guide who didn’t even reach his chest, but considering the recent “separate rooms” threat, Dojin felt a little nervous.

“I didn’t untie it on purpose, it just…”

Dojin wiped a bit of cold sweat from his brow as he stammered out the half-excuse. Thankfully, Jiho gave him some leeway, chalking it up to his own clumsy knot.

“I’ll tie it again. Tighter this time.”

It was a relief that Jiho let it slide this once. But when he picked up the tie again and insisted on tying it tighter, Dojin grew suspicious.

Why was he so obsessed with tying him up all of a sudden? Did he see something weird somewhere? There’s no way he went looking up this kind of play on his own.

Most likely, someone had said something unnecessary, or Jiho had stumbled onto it while using his phone.

…I should keep an eye on his phone use.

Whatever Dojin was thinking, Jiho was busy gathering his wrists and trying to tie them again.

But it didn’t go well, he kept fumbling with the knot, tying and untying repeatedly.

While Jiho struggled with the wrist-tying, Dojin’s arousal began to calm down a little. His blurred mind slowly returned to clarity.

“Um, Guide Jiho?”

“Yes?”

“I think the Guiding is sufficient now.”

“No. Not yet.”

“…Do you have some kind of ulterior motive?”

“Ul… ulterior- no, I don’t!”

He said there wasn’t, but his voice trembled sweetly.

He probably didn’t realize it himself, but Jiho was terrible at lying.

Dojin had a feeling Jiho wouldn’t give up so easily.

Is this really about Guiding, or is the sex itself the goal?

Whichever it was, one thing was clear, he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted.

So Dojin decided to play along.

“Not like that. Put that part underneath here, twist it, and tie it down.”

And so, he ended up helping Jiho with tying him up.

Following Dojin’s instructions, Jiho moved the necktie this way and that, and this time, managed to bind him much more tightly.

“Done!”

Jiho beamed instantly. Dojin tested the restraint with a few wrist movements and gave a small nod.

“Nice. Well tied.”

Was it really appropriate to praise the Guide who just tied up his wrists? It felt a little ridiculous, but Dojin let it go.

If it comes to it, I can always break free with force.

Unaware of what Dojin was thinking, Jiho wiped the sweat from his forehead and pushed Dojin’s shoulder down with a refreshed expression.

“Then lie back down!”

“…So, you want to be on top?”

“Yes!”

“And I’m just supposed to stay still?”

“That’s right!”

What kind of new torture was this?

Dojin let out a resigned sigh. Once he lay down obediently, Jiho climbed back onto his waist.

This time, sitting face-to-face, Jiho looked down and checked between them.

“Hyung, it’s hard again?”