IDSEGI Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Returning from New York, Ihan quietly opened the hospital room door.

He had thought Yeoul would be asleep, but instead, Yeoul was sitting on the windowsill, gazing at the moon.

The soft moonlight fell over his shoulders, faintly illuminating him. Somehow, that sight looked dangerously fragile, and Ihan called his name as if to hold onto him.

“Yeoul…”

But he quickly shut his mouth.

Yeoul turned his head to look at him, his face unusually calm. Ihan knew all too well what that expression meant.

It was the look Espers often wore in front of a deadly gate—the look of someone who had resolved themselves to everything.

“Ihan, come here.”

Hearing Yeoul call to him, Ihan approached as if in a trance.

Yeoul gave a faint smile and slowly spoke.

“Starting tomorrow, guiding won’t work at all.”

He lifted his gaze to Ihan. The sorrow in his eyes was steeped in the same loneliness as the moonlight.

“Let me guide you one last time.”

Ihan couldn’t even begin to guess what was in Yeoul’s heart when he said that. While holding him, Yeoul must have been counting the days—counting down to when this would all end.

Instead of answering, Ihan gently cupped Yeoul’s cheek and kissed him. Their tongues tangled slowly, warm breaths mingling. The heat in their chests grew until it felt suffocating.

Ihan scooped Yeoul up and laid him down on the bed. Stroking his cheek, he whispered softly,

“Let’s take it slow. Like time has stopped.”

Yeoul wrapped his arms around Ihan’s neck and kissed him in return.

Ihan slipped a hand under the hospital gown, brushing along Yeoul’s ribs. He could feel every bone, and that made him ache inside.

When Ihan paused, Yeoul pulled at his neck.

“Focus on me.”

Ihan let out a small laugh and nuzzled into his shoulder.

“Bold. You’re making my heart race.”

He lowered his lips to Yeoul’s neck, leaving small, reddish marks along his skin.

Holding a button of Yeoul’s shirt in his mouth, Ihan used his tongue to undo them one by one, peeling away the clothing.

When the bare skin was exposed, he licked the warm, sweet-smelling flesh.

Finding a small nub suddenly taut, he took it lightly into his mouth, and Yeoul’s waist arched slightly.

“Hhngh…”

His tongue lingered on Yeoul’s nipple before trailing downward to take his hardened penis into his mouth. The wet sound of sucking echoed in the hospital room.

“Haaah…!”

Yeoul’s toes curled. Even as the heat pooled heavily below, he didn’t forget to send guiding energy into Ihan.

Even when he poured it in, only a handful was absorbed—but that was enough. Soon, even that wouldn’t be possible.

Maybe because it had been a long time, the urge to climax came quickly. Yeoul pushed at Ihan’s shoulder.

“Ihan, I’m about to cum… take your mouth off.”

“Do it.”

Instead, Ihan sucked harder. Yeoul twisted his body before finally spilling into the warmth of Ihan’s mouth.

Swallowing, Ihan sat up and slowly removed his shirt.

Yeoul’s eyes were drawn to the firm lines of his abs. Ihan grinned.

“Looking at me that hotly? It’s already hard to hold back.”

Had he stared too much? Feeling embarrassed, Yeoul’s cheeks reddened.

Ihan leaned in, trapping him in his arms, and whispered in his ear,

“Fuck me, Yeoul.”

His now upright penis brushed teasingly against Yeoul’s hole. He only rubbed it there for a while, making Yeoul impatient.

“Put it in now…”

Braving the embarrassment, Yeoul asked, but Ihan only smiled mischievously.

“You’re the one fucking me—if I move, that’s cheating.”

Truthfully, Ihan was just as desperate, but he wanted to touch Yeoul more, to melt him completely.

Just as Ihan was about to move his mouth lower, Yeoul suddenly climbed on top of him.

Grabbing Ihan’s hardened cock, he lowered himself onto it. When Ihan froze in surprise, Yeoul murmured quietly,

“Hhngh… you told me to fuck you.”

When those lust-filled eyes looked down at him, Ihan clenched his teeth to hold back the heat surging downward.

“Isn’t this too much? My dick’s gonna burst.”

The hole slowly swallowing him was already slick with wetness. Ihan slid a hand into the cleft of his ass.

“You went in easy—did you prep yourself?”

“…Because you didn’t come.”

“My bad. Our Yeoul was so desperate he jerked off with his ass. Right?”

Yeoul shot him a look, then took him in to the base.

He moved only slightly, up and down.

It was torture for Ihan—hot enough to drive him mad, but with such minimal movement, it was unbearable to hold back any longer.

Ihan gripped Yeoul’s hips and thrust upward. Yeoul’s waist jolted on its own.

“Hhhngh!”

Smack, smack—the sound of soft cheeks hitting against Ihan’s groin filled the air. Finding it hard to hold himself up, Yeoul clung to him. Ihan buried himself all the way into the tight hole that clamped down snugly around his dick, then drove upward.

As his penis slid in and out of the slickened passage, pre-cum made the friction hotter still.

From Yeoul’s lighter-colored shaft, more white liquid welled up and seeped out. Ihan grinned as he blocked the tip with his thick hand.

“Yeoul, how can you be cumming already? We haven’t even really started yet.”

Feeling a little petty, Yeoul clenched around him. Ihan frowned and let out a short groan.

“Kh.”

The triumphant look on Yeoul’s face was adorable. But adorable or not, he still wanted to tease him.

In an instant, Ihan flipped Yeoul beneath him. The tip pushed back into the hole, driving in until their hips met, his balls pressing against him.

When the wrinkled inner walls clung tightly, his hard shaft swelled as if it might burst. Each time the fierce penis moved inside, wet squelches rang out loudly.

Ihan gripped Yeoul’s hips and pounded rapidly. The tingling sensations coursed through Yeoul’s body, gathering in his stomach. The stretched hole pulsed and clenched, swallowing and releasing him in rhythm.

After a long bout of thrusting, Ihan finally spilled his release over Yeoul’s sweat-slicked stomach.

He rubbed the dripping cum across Yeoul’s skin like lotion before sliding his still-hard shaft back in.

Yeoul whimpered but took him eagerly. His guiding energy was draining fast, but he squeezed out every bit he could and kept sending it into Ihan.

The lukewarm guiding energy slowly cooled the feverish heat that had been building in Ihan.

His breathing eased not because of the stabilizing energy, but because of the deep satisfaction of holding Yeoul in his arms.

Wrapping his arms around Yeoul’s shoulders, Ihan called his name with a childlike plea—like a kid begging for candy, like a man begging for love.

“Yeoul, Yeoul…”

Yeoul gave him a light kiss on the lips and smiled through his sweat-dampened face.

“I love you too, Ihan.”

Ihan’s expression looked on the verge of tears as he pushed his shaft into him again.

Keeping to his promise of making love as if time had stopped, Ihan held Yeoul without pause.

“Ahhh…!”

Riding him up and down like a horse, Yeoul came again—he’d lost count of how many times. When the hole squeezed tight, Ihan soon followed, releasing thick white fluid.

As he pulled out, cum welled up and spilled from the hole. The sight was so erotic that Ihan’s shaft twitched again, still not showing signs of tiring.

Yeoul collapsed on top of him, breathless. Normally, he would have pushed against Ihan’s chest and begged him to stop, but tonight, Yeoul didn’t want to rest either.

He took the vial of medicine from the nightstand and drank it. Feeling the guiding energy return just slightly, Yeoul climbed onto Ihan again.

Cruelly, dawn was already breaking. But the two moved against each other as if the world had stopped—touching and devouring each other as the sun rose, fell, and finally gave way to the moon again.

On and on.

When the clock passed midnight, even the faint traces of guiding energy stopped reaching Ihan.

The match rate had finally fallen below 10%.

Now, no matter how much medicine Yeoul drank, he would no longer be able to guide Ihan. At a single-digit match rate, guiding was impossible by any means.

9.98%.

By just 0.02%, Yeoul had lost the ability to guide Ihan.

Yeoul swallowed his tears. He tried to force a smile, but the corners of his mouth refused to move. Ihan held him tightly and whispered gently,

“I don’t love you because of guiding, Yeoul.”

Ihan began moving his penis slowly inside him again. Even without guiding, his touch remained tender.

Yeoul finally leaned into Ihan’s chest and wept quietly. He took him in again, soaking in the constant murmurs that told him over and over, without change, that Ihan loved him.