DPGR 44

Jiho’s thoughts veered off in a completely unexpected direction.

He thought Dojin had an oddly naïve side for someone his age.

Age doesn’t really matter when it comes to sex.

Well. It would be a problem if he was so old he couldn’t get it up.

‘Doesn’t seem like that’s the case.’

Jiho sneaked a glance between Dojin’s legs.

A noticeable bulge pressed against the fabric of his pajama pants.

Jiho hesitated for a moment, then decided to show off his “maturity.”

“Wait, what are you—”

Jiho got up on his knees and wrapped his arms around Dojin’s neck.

Then, just like that, he pressed a kiss to Dojin’s cheek.

Smooch—

The sound echoed through the room.

“……!”

Dojin froze on the spot, stunned by the sudden kiss.

His face, which had started to calm, instantly flushed all over again.

It was a reaction not unlike the one Jiho had seen at the shooting range.

It helped him understand Dojin’s behavior back then—the way he’d clammed up just because their lips brushed.

‘Guess he’s easily embarrassed.’

It was something Jiho hadn’t realized, even before the regression.

He made a mental note: despite his appearance, Dojin was pure and easily flustered.

Judging by that over-the-top reaction… he was probably still a virgin.

‘The first time’s always the hardest.’

Jiho shook off the faint, blurry memories that had started to surface, then planted another kiss on Dojin’s cheek. And another.

“A-Ah, Jiho, stop.”

Dojin reached for his shoulders, trying to hold him back.

“Mmngh!”

As soon as Jiho felt the push, he only tightened his arms around Dojin’s neck, as if to say I’m not letting go.

He took advantage of Dojin’s brief hesitation, pressing his lips one after another to his nose, his eyes, the sharp line of his jaw.

Smooch, smooch, smooch!

Like a bird pecking with its beak, Jiho peppered him with cute, fluttering kisses.

While Dojin flailed, unsure what to do with himself,

Jiho finally leaned in toward the lips he’d been aiming for all along.

Smooch—

Their lips nearly met.

Nearly.

Dojin’s hand shot up just in time to wedge itself between their mouths.

“……?”

Jiho’s eyes widened at the solid feeling against his lips.

Dojin had blocked him with a trembling hand, his face burning red.

“Please. Stop.”

“…….”

“Your joke has gone too far.”

Dojin was calling it a joke.

Or—maybe he was hoping that was all it was.

Jiho, lips still pressed to Dojin’s hand, stared into his eyes.

Dojin met his gaze for a moment before slowly looking away.

Jiho’s brow twitched.

In that brief flicker of an instant, he saw it—desire. Hesitation.

Baek Dojin wanted him.

Whether it was for guiding, or just physical pleasure—Jiho didn’t care.

‘I can give him all of it.’

If he liked it, he should say so.

If he didn’t, then he should say that too.

Why couldn’t he just be honest about what he felt?

Jiho didn’t understand—why was Dojin pretending to hate it, saying no while pushing him away, when his heart was clearly saying something else?

‘If I back off now, this’ll just keep happening.’

Even when he needed guiding, Dojin would avoid him.

He’d suffer in silence, keeping his distance.

Even with a Pair Guide.

He’d still be stuck with guiding deprivation.

And in that state,there was no way he could handle the “final dungeon” that would eventually come.

‘That can’t happen.’

All Jiho wanted was Dojin’s safety and happiness.

To make that possible, guiding had to stop being an issue.

‘He’s probably hypersensitive because he’s been deprived of proper guiding for too long.’

Suddenly, Sena’s voice echoed in his mind.

“He’ll probably get used to it with more guiding. So no matter what Captain Baek says, just keep going, okay? Like before—guide as hard as you want. Got it?”

Right.

He just had to get him used to it.

Even if that meant making him desensitized to this kind of touch.

Convincing himself that this was all for Dojin, Jiho grabbed the hand covering his mouth.

And then—

“Seo Jiho!”

—he opened his mouth and bit down.

Chup, chuu—

Jiho sucked on Dojin’s fingers.

Like he was going down on him, he drenched them in spit, bobbed his head, rubbed them with his tongue.

Dojin, flustered beyond belief, came back to his senses—just in time to try and yank his hand away.

“..…!”

Jiho pushed the energy swirling at his core into Dojin all at once.

The sudden surge caused strength to gather down below—and the half-hard bulge between Dojin’s legs twitched into full attention.

“A-Ah, wait…”

While Dojin was caught off guard, not knowing what to do, Jiho gently chewed on the fingers still in his mouth, then let them go and moved his hand aside.

He immediately brought his lips down toward Dojin’s.

Dojin barely managed to turn his head away.

“Please… really stop now.”

“Mmh…”

“I… I don’t want to do this kind of thing with you, Guide Jiho.”

His voice came out lower than usual, rough and strained.

It almost sounded like the growl of a beast.

‘This is dangerous.’

Dojin’s nerves were stretched thin.

He felt it—that he was this close to tipping over the edge.

Just a little more prodding and he’d give in, eyes closed, consequences be damned.

He’d never thought of his willpower as this weak, this fragile.

‘Fuck…’

The overwhelming guiding energy flooding into him was too sweet, too euphoric.

He was right on the verge of being consumed by it.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

His head throbbed, thoughts boiling over.

In his mind, he imagined sinking his teeth into Jiho—devouring him whole—and squeezed his eyes shut.

Unaware of what Dojin was holding back, Jiho kept crossing lines, kept provoking him.

–“Do you not like me?”

He raised his hips and climbed onto Dojin’s lap.

Unfortunately—or maybe not—Dojin’s fully hardened cock was now trapped directly beneath Jiho’s ass. Jiho could feel it, twitching hotly against him.

And he understood—this was what had poked at him earlier that dawn.

When he shifted just slightly, Dojin doubled over and grit his teeth.

“Ugh, Jiho…”

–“You don’t hate me, right?”

“…This isn’t about like or dislike…”

–“I like it.”

“…!”

–“I want to do this. I’ll make you feel good. Please trust me.”

Dojin’s eyes wavered.

He couldn’t tell if that “I like it” meant sex—or him, Baek Dojin.

He wanted it to be the latter.

“…Do you like me?”

The sudden question made Jiho’s eyes go round.

Did he like him?

If he had to say, Jiho didn’t dislike him—in fact, he liked him.

Baek Dojin was a good person.

There wasn’t a single reason to dislike him.

Of course, Dojin’s question carried far more weight than that.

But Jiho took it simply, read it at face value—“like” or “dislike”—and nodded.

–“Yeah. I like you.”

Dojin’s face turned even redder.

So red it seemed like he might actually burst.

Jiho looked like he might cry as he reached out and cupped Dojin’s cheeks in both hands.

Mouth moving slightly, he mouth:

–“Kiss me. Please kiss me.”

How could anyone resist, when something this beautiful, this lovable, clung to you so sweetly?

“…Can you promise you won’t regret this?”

Dojin’s breath was shaky.

Jiho nodded while gently stroking his fevered cheeks.

At the same time, he pushed his guiding energy in even deeper.

Dojin’s face twisted, jaw clenched.

The muscles beneath his skin bulged tight.

–“I won’t regret it.”

And just like that, the wall of logic Dojin had so carefully built crumbled all at once.

He’d lost.

No—this was a fight he’d never had a chance of winning.

“Ah…”

His vision tilted.

In a flash, Jiho’s body was pushed down flat on the bed.

Before he could react, Dojin had moved on top of him, bracing himself with one hand beside Jiho’s face.

His shadow loomed over Jiho’s body.

In the dim room, their gazes locked.

Dojin paused again at the youthful face staring up at him from so close.

So Jiho turned his head, planted a kiss on the wrist by his cheek, and mouthed:

–“Keep going.”

Dojin’s brow furrowed as he slowly leaned down.

His lips, hesitant at first, finally dropped—on Jiho’s forehead.

Then the bridge of his nose.

The corner of his eye.

His cheek.

Smooch, smooch, smooch—

Each kiss fell light as a snowflake.

Soft, weightless.

And yet Jiho smiled, small and content, reaching up to wrap his arms around Dojin’s neck.

The once-aggressive guiding energy softened.

It grew gentle, warm—like Jiho himself—and swept through the wrecked, empty places in Dojin left by long-term deprivation.

Honestly, the harsher energy was easier to endure.

Dojin held back a soft groan and turned his head.

Their noses brushed.

“…Just kissing. I’ll only kiss you.”

His voice came out low and torn, like he was promising himself more than anyone else.

Whether he’d be able to keep that promise…was another matter entirely.