IDESGI Chapter 9

Chapter 9

“Hngh!”

Ihan lunged at Yeoul, capturing his lips in a deep, desperate kiss.

He inhaled sharply, pulling in every bit of Yeoul’s breath, his soft tongue pressing down and rubbing against the inside of his mouth.

Yeoul poured his energy into him, guiding him with everything he had.

‘I have to save him.’

Even in his near-panic state, his body—so familiar with Ihan’s touch—began to heat up.

The way Ihan’s hands roamed over him, the warmth of their skin pressing together—it had been so long.

Too long.

Yeoul wanted to cry at how precious this moment felt.

He pressed his ear against Ihan’s chest, listening to the rapid pounding of his heart.

He’s alive.

Relief washed over him like waves lapping at his feet, dissolving the unrelenting anxiety that had clung to him.

But not all of it melted away.

A heavy lump of emotions sat lodged in his throat, suffocating him.

Even as his head spun and his breath came in short gasps, he couldn’t stop guiding.

Ihan noticed first.

He stroked the back of Yeoul’s head gently, steadying him, and shared his breath with him.

His warm exhale filled Yeoul’s lungs.

Ihan gave him air—Yeoul gave him energy.

Like they were exchanging the very things they needed most, they poured themselves into each other without hesitation.

But what they truly needed above all else—was simply to be in each other’s arms.

When Ihan finally pulled away, Yeoul slumped forward, resting his face against his shoulder, panting heavily.

“Haa… hngh…”

All throughout the guiding process, Yeoul’s emotions had seeped into Ihan.

Even if it was just a faint echo, anyone who felt it would understand—

Han Yeoul still loves Yoo Ihan.

The same emotions as before.

No—deeper, more desperate.

It was almost heartbreaking.

Ihan shivered, a thrill running down his spine at the intensity of it.

Even faintly feeling Yeoul’s emotions was enough to send sparks through his entire body.

He tightened his grip on the back of Yeoul’s head and sealed their lips together again, pressing in without leaving any space between them.

The sound of their tongues tangling filled the tent.

Neither of them had the presence of mind to worry about whether the sounds carried outside.

‘I won’t let him die this time.’

That was the only thought in Yeoul’s mind.

The second their lips parted for air, he immediately closed the gap again, as if unwilling to let any space exist between them.

That anxious, desperate movement—clutching onto him, refusing to let go—made Ihan’s teeth clench.

Suppressing a curse, he reached down, unbuckling his belt before shoving it into Yeoul’s hands.

“Haa… Yeoul, tie me up.”

“What?”
“I don’t think I can control myself right now. I’m afraid I might hurt you.”

An Esper’s instincts toward their Guide were already raging inside him. He wanted Han Yeoul. He wanted to devour him completely, from head to toe. Dangerous desires surged within him. At this rate, he might end up hurting Yeoul.

But Yeoul pushed the belt away, letting it fall to the floor, and pressed his lips against him again.

Shit.

Yeoul’s actions acted as a trigger. Ihan yanked Yeoul’s body toward him with force. He was so painfully hard it almost hurt.

It had been a long time since he last held Yeoul. And with his rampage levels running high, his Esper instincts were even stronger. Ihan’s patience was usually formidable when it came to Yeoul, but ironically, Yeoul was also the only one who could break it.

“Yeoul, I’m sorry.”

If it hurts, hit me.

Ihan practically ripped Yeoul’s shirt off, stripping him bare in an instant. There was no time to even move to the bed. He spread his own shirt on the floor and pushed Yeoul down onto it.

Just as he moved to grab the lube and condoms from the bedside table, Yeoul grabbed his arm.

“It’s fine. Just hurry.”

“Ha.”

He was trying—desperately—to hold on to his sanity, but Yeoul kept pushing his limits. That pale, bare body seemed to be urging him, coaxing him inside.

Fuck. Who the hell could hold back from this?

Ihan spread Yeoul’s legs and settled between them, positioning himself beneath him. As he lowered his head, Yeoul, whose mind had been hazy until now, suddenly snapped back to reality.

“W-Wait! What are you—!”

But it was already too late. Ihan gripped Yeoul’s thighs firmly and dragged his tongue over the entrance. Licking, sucking, biting—his tongue, sharp at the tip, explored inside with meticulous attention. Every time he swirled it deeper, Yeoul trembled beneath him, his body writhing.

“Hngh… Y-Yoo Ihan!”

A lewd, obscene sound filled his ears, far more explicit than before. Ihan’s tongue plunged deep, swirling inside, making it impossible for Yeoul not to feel every bit of it. His cock, which hadn’t been fully hard due to lingering nerves, now stood completely erect.

Once he was sufficiently wet, Ihan finally pulled away, licking his lips as if satisfied. Yeoul felt like he was going to die of embarrassment.

“I told you not to do that…!”

Yeoul’s teary voice was so endearing that Ihan couldn’t resist pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah, Yeoul. And you should’ve tied me up like I said.”

For someone whispering so sweetly, Ihan’s hands were anything but gentle. He shoved his index finger inside Yeoul, stretching him open. The slick, obscene sound nearly drove him insane. The wet, clenching walls sucked greedily at his finger as if trying to swallow it whole, the tight ring fluttering as it took him in bit by bit.

He wanted to thrust his cock inside—right now. He wanted to bury himself deep, to consume Yeoul entirely. A brutal, feral hunger clawed at his sanity, threatening to break him.

Maintaining self-control in front of Han Yeoul was nearly impossible.

And yet, if love meant anything at all, it was that impossibility becoming reality.

Ihan gathered every last drop of patience he had, carefully stretching Yeoul open. It had been over a month since they last had sex, despite having done it almost daily before. If he pushed in right away, Yeoul—already unbearably tight—would struggle to take his size.

If it came down to it, Yoo Ihan would rather die than hurt Yeoul.

But Yeoul had his own sense of urgency. He needed to save Ihan as soon as possible—guiding was crucial, yet here Ihan was, leisurely taking his time stretching him.

Frustrated, Yeoul wrapped his legs around Ihan’s waist and yanked him closer.

“Just put it in already!”

“In that much of a hurry? How naughty.”

In an instant, Yeoul had become the one begging for sex. Feeling utterly wronged, he shot Ihan a glare, but Ihan only chuckled before undoing his belt. His thick, rigid cock sprang free, brushing against Yeoul’s own.

The truth was, no one was more desperate than Yoo Ihan.

“Yeoul.”

Ihan pressed the head of his cock against Yeoul’s entrance, rubbing against it with slow, deliberate motions. His low, gentle voice tickled Yeoul’s ears.

“If it hurts, hit me.”

And with that whispered promise, Ihan thrust in all at once.

Yeoul’s back arched violently.

“Hngh—ah!”

“Tsk.”

Ihan clenched his jaw as the tight heat squeezed around him like a vice. Yeoul’s insides were so hot it felt like his cock might melt. Pulling out just slightly, Ihan slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt.

“Hngh—ah!”

The slick, clenching walls wrapped around him with no room to spare, sucking him in greedily.

“You’re gonna cut me off at this rate. You like it that much?”

Yeoul bit down on his lip, pouring his guiding energy into Ihan. Even in a situation where his rampage levels needed to be lowered immediately, Ihan seemed more delighted by the fact that their bodies were connected than anything else.

That hurt Yeoul more than he wanted to admit.

“Hngh… Stop talking and just—ah—just fuck me…!”

So he snapped at him, colder than he intended. Even though his own pleasure was nearly unbearable, he refused to show it.

But Ihan already knew. He always knew.

With a knowing smirk, he slammed his cock in deeper, grinding against the sweetest spot inside him.

“Hngh—ah!”

A wave of undeniable pleasure crashed over Yeoul. Ihan’s thick cock mercilessly carved through his insides, already knowing exactly where to press to make him lose control.

Hooking Yeoul’s legs over his shoulders, Ihan drove in deeper, harder.

“Tsk. Yeoul, you always jerk like crazy when I hit here.”

“Hngh— I-I don’t know!”

Yeoul gasped, trembling, but Ihan only chuckled playfully, pressing a kiss to his calf. Yet, his relentless pace never wavered. If anything, his thrusts only grew rougher, more demanding.

Pulling out slowly, Ihan dragged his cock along Yeoul’s entrance, teasing him with the swollen tip.

“Let’s start from here.”

Just when it seemed like Ihan was only teasing him, rubbing just the tip to drive him insane, he suddenly slammed in to the hilt, as if piercing straight through his core.

“Haa—ah!”

Yeoul’s fingers clawed at Ihan’s back as his body twisted from the overwhelming sensation.

Ihan smirked, his palm caressing Yeoul’s stomach. The slight bulge where his cock filled him up was unbearably obscene.

“I go in this deep, and your belly pushes out a little. That turns me on so fucking much.”

As if to prove his point, Ihan buried himself all the way in again, slamming deep with a force that sent electric pleasure shooting to the tips of Yeoul’s toes.

The pleasure was so intense he felt like he might pass out.

Yeoul clung to Ihan, struggling to stay conscious. Warm guiding energy flowed endlessly from him into Ihan, soothing the feverish heat in his mind that had been on the verge of explosion. What once burned unbearably hot gradually cooled to a gentle warmth.

As his rampage levels stabilized, Ihan pulled Yeoul into a tighter embrace. And Yeoul, still wrapped around him, refused to let go.

As if, in this moment, they were the only two people left in the world.

They held onto each other—tightly, desperately.

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“Yeoul, that was amazing.”

Ihan, his upper body bare, pressed a soft kiss to the crown of Yeoul’s head.

Without a word, Yeoul pushed him away and sat up, reaching for his discarded shirt on the floor. He buttoned it up with his back turned to Ihan.

Ihan, watching him in silence, wrapped his arms around Yeoul from behind.

“Thank you for coming, Yeoul.”

Yeoul didn’t turn around.

Then Ihan felt it—the small tremors in Yeoul’s shoulders. His breath caught as he quickly spun him around.

Yeoul was crying. Silently, without a sound.

“Yeoul… Are you crying…?”

Yeoul’s lips trembled as he finally spoke.

“Ihan.”

Yeoul’s voice was laced with sorrow. His green-tinged brown eyes, fragile like dried autumn leaves, looked as though they might crumble at any moment. Tears streamed down his cheeks, falling one by one.

“Break up with me.”

Yeoul clutched Ihan’s arms, his slender fingers trembling as he sobbed.

“Please… Let me go.”

Ihan pulled him close, wrapping him in a desperate embrace. His hand, gently stroking Yeoul’s back, was trembling just as much.

“Yeoul, don’t cry, okay? Please… don’t cry.”

“Just… break up with me…”

Yeoul wept in Ihan’s arms for a long time, his cries filled with unbearable grief.

And Ihan—his heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

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Moonlight streamed through the large window, casting long shadows across the room.

Lying on the sofa, Ihan draped an arm over his eyes and murmured softly.

“He asked me to let him go…”

Yeoul cried.

In the two years they had been together, Yeoul had never once shed tears.

Ihan once asked him about it, after watching a sad movie together.

“Yeoul, why don’t you cry?”

“Because things like that aren’t really that sad. There’s so much sadness in the world—if I cried over something like this, I’d never stop crying.”

Ihan’s chest ached at Yeoul’s calm words.

As if they were proof of all the suffering he had endured.

That day, Ihan cupped Yeoul’s soft, pale cheek and made a promise.

“Alright. Then don’t cry.”

Pulling him into a gentle embrace, Ihan whispered:

“I’ll take all your tears. I’ll make sure only laughter stays with you.”

Just smile for me.

At that, Yeoul burst into laughter and threw his arms around him.

“Idiot. Why would you take something like that? You should only take the good things.”

From that moment on, Ihan had vowed to always make Yeoul smile.

He wanted to erase all the sorrow in Yeoul’s world and leave only happiness behind.

But now, Yeoul was crying.

Because of him.

“Ha… ha.”

A hollow, mirthless laugh escaped him. His chest, already dry and aching, felt as if it were being torn into four jagged pieces.

Yeoul, if you do this to me…

“But what should I do, Yeoul?”

Through the gap in his arm, his eyes gleamed with a piercing sharpness. The depths of his gaze had darkened into something unsettling, almost terrifying.

“I can’t let you go.”

A twisted desire, too heavy for even the moonlight to illuminate, sank into the abyss.

“Now that I think about it…”

Slowly, Ihan sat up.

He had heard of it once before—an Esper with little combat value, but a rare ability to force confessions from people. Someone who worked with law enforcement, using their unique psychic talent to make criminals spill their secrets.

“If you won’t tell me, then I’ll just have to make you.”

Isn’t that right?

His low murmur echoed through the dimly lit room, sending a chill into the silence.