PV Ch.7 Part 2

Won Seongwoo’s chest heaved with each ragged breath, his powerful frame still trembling from the exertion of the fight. He glared at Song Jaeho, his eyes burning with a restrained fury, his body held captive by Song Jaeho’s telekinetic grip. 

“Won Seongwoo, are you going to be a good boy and let me Guide you today?” Bomin asked, stepping out from behind the café and kneeling down in front of him. 

Won Seongwoo’s gaze shifted to Bomin, the murderous intent in his eyes softening slightly. Bomin smiled, a playful, almost teasing gesture that made Song Jaeho’s blood run cold. 

“Lee Bomin, are you insane? You? Guiding him?” 

Song Jaeho pulled Bomin to his feet, his voice laced with panic. The memory of Bomin collapsing in his arms was still fresh in his mind, the fear of a visceral ache in his chest. 

“It’ll be fine, just this once. He won’t let anyone else Guide him, what else can I do?” Bomin said, his tone nonchalant, as if they were discussing the weather, not a potentially life-threatening situation. 

“That’s not even…! ”

Song Jaeho ran a hand through his hair, his frustration mounting. Bomin’s casual dismissal of the risks involved, his flippant attitude towards the very real danger of Magic Shock, made his blood boil. 

“I’m against it too. Just knock him out and hook him up to a machine, why risk your own well-being?” Yoon Bisam interjected, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze cold. 

A miniature blizzard swirled in his hand, a testament to his power, a silent threat aimed at Won Seongwoo. 

“Look at you all, acting so differently,” Han Biseong commented, his voice laced with amusement. 

He stood back, his arms crossed, his eyes gleaming with a predatory interest as he observed the unfolding drama. 

“Won Seongwoo, are you going to let me Guide you today?” Bomin repeated, his gaze unwavering as he met Won Seongwoo’s.

Won Seongwoo, still bound by Song Jaeho’s power, simply looked at him, his expression unreadable. 

“…Yes.” 

Bomin’s heart skipped a beat. It was like looking at a caged wolf, its wildness barely contained. He’d half-expected a snarl, a threat, a reminder of the time Won Seongwoo had bitten him after a single kiss. But instead, he got… compliance? 

Whether it was the high volatility level or something else entirely, there was a definite heat in Won Seongwoo’s gaze, a flicker of something that resembled… anticipation? 

“Song Jaeho, release him.” 

“Lee Bomin…!” 

“Now.”

Bomin’s feelings for the Espers were, in a way, all the same. He enjoyed their company, their attention, but he wasn’t truly invested in any of them. He was comfortable with Song Jaeho, sure, but only because they were the same age, their interactions less formal. But his intention to sleep with all of them, to experience everything this world had to offer, remained unchanged. 

And Won Seongwoo… well, he was still uncharted territory. The memory of that wolf d*ck picture flashed through Bomin’s mind, his cheeks flushing with a heat that had nothing to do with Magic. 

Beast Espers only revealed their full beast forms during s*x with someone they loved, someone they trusted completely. 

Bomin would happily play the role of lover, if it meant getting a taste of that wolf d*ck. The thought alone was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He pressed Song Jaeho, his impatience growing with each passing second. 

“If you don’t release him, I won’t have s*x with you for a while,” he threatened, his voice low and dangerous. 

Song Jaeho glared at him, his eyes flashing with anger, but Bomin didn’t back down. 

“Song Jaeho.”

He said Song Jaeho’s name again, his voice firm, and the telekinetic hold on his arm finally released. At the same time, Won Seongwoo was freed. Bomin rubbed his arm, the circulation slowly returning, and offered Won Seongwoo his hand. 

“Let’s go. It’s Guiding time.” 

Won Seongwoo stared at his outstretched hand for a moment before scooping him up, tossing him over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing. 

“Hey, what are you…! ”

The world flipped upside down, and Bomin yelped in surprise, his fists pounding against Won Seongwoo’s back and thighs. It was like hitting a brick wall, his attacks doing little more than bruising his own knuckles. 

The sounds of the café, the shouts and crashes, faded as Won Seongwoo carried him away, his stride long and powerful. 

The door to Won Seongwoo’s apartment slammed open, the sound echoing through the empty space. Bomin didn’t even get a chance to look around before he was tossed onto the bed, his back hitting the hard surface with a thud. 

“Why is this bed so hard…?” he grumbled, rubbing his sore back. 

There was no mattress, just a slab of polished stone, cold and unforgiving. A single pillow, equally hard, rested against the headboard. 

“Wait, are you at level three?” he asked, his eyes widening as he noticed the light on Won Seongwoo’s wristband. 

Espers’ volatility levels were monitored using a five-level system. The color of the light on their black wristbands indicated the severity of their condition. 

Won Seongwoo’s was glowing yellow. He was at level three, just one level away from being confined to an isolation facility, a prison-like cell designed to contain volatile Espers. 

Most Espers kept their volatility levels between one and two. Won Seongwoo’s condition was, to put it mildly, critical. 

It suddenly made sense – the way he’d sought Bomin out, despite his aversion to Guiding. He hated being restrained, being controlled. Being locked up in an isolation cell must have been his worst nightmare. 

“Wait a second.”

Won Seongwoo was clearly in a hurry, his movements frantic as he shrugged out of his pants and pushed Bomin onto the bed. Bomin shoved him back, his hand pressing against Won Seongwoo’s chest, his fingers recoiling at the heat radiating from his skin. 

“Why? You said you were in a hurry.”

Won Seongwoo’s eyes, usually cold and calculating, were clouded with a feverish intensity. High volatility levels caused physical discomfort, and in Won Seongwoo’s case, it manifested as a burning heat that seemed to consume him from the inside out. 

Bomin would have happily taken him, Magic Shock be damned, but the risk was too great. 

“You know my compatibility rate dropped, right? If we do this, if I Guide you… I might pass out. And if my heart stops, you need to get me to the Treatment Center. Immediately. Can you promise me that?” 

It was a serious question, a matter of life and death. The idea of having sex with Won Seongwoo, of risking his life for a taste of that forbidden pleasure, was thrilling, sure. But dying from a heart attack during s*x? Not on his bucket list. 

“Fine, just spread your legs,” Won Seongwoo growled, his impatience growing. 

Typical Won Seongwoo, always so charming. 

At least he wasn’t forcing himself on Bomin, not yet. He was clearly in pain, his brow furrowed, his hand flexing around his c*ck, but he was waiting, allowing Bomin to make the first move. 

Bomin slowly peeled off his clothes, Won Seongwoo’s gaze following his every movement. 

“Don’t you have any lube? You’re… kind of big to go in dry,” Bomin said, eyeing Won Seongwoo’s impressive erection with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. 

He’d been thoroughly used by Yoon Bisam earlier, so he was probably stretched enough to accommodate Won Seongwoo without too much pain. But still… lube would be nice. 

“No.” 

“Then c*m on your hand. At least give me that.” 

Won Seongwoo sighed, his gaze sweeping over Bomin’s naked form before he reached for his c*ck, his grip firm. It was a c*ck that would require two hands to handle properly, and Bomin watched, mesmerized, as Won Seongwoo began to stroke himself, his movements rough and impatient. 

Bomin, eager to help things along, licked his fingers and began to tease his own n*pples, his other hand gently stroking his c*ck, which was already showing signs of life. 

All the Espers were well-built, but Won Seongwoo had a raw, animalistic quality that the others lacked. His chest was broad, his muscles thick and powerful, his hands calloused. 

Bomin’s body responded quickly, his c*ck hardening, his breath hitching as he pinched his own n*pples, seeking friction. 

“Haa…“

He bit his lip, his eyes feasting on Won Seongwoo’s form. The dim lighting in the room cast shadows on his silver-gray hair and eyes, making him look even more dangerous, more alluring. 

Bomin, his gaze locked on Won Seongwoo’s, pressed his thumb against his sensitive slit. His back arched, his hips lifting off the bed, his body instinctively seeking the friction it craved. His entrance, already stretched and sensitive from his earlier encounter with Yoon Bisam, twitched with anticipation. 

Won Seongwoo groaned, his eyes darkening, his throat working as he watched Bomin’s body writhe beneath his touch. 

“Khh…”

A thick rope of c*m spilled from Won Seongwoo’s c*ck, coating his fingers. He plunged two fingers into Bomin, his touch rough but not unkind. 

Bomin’s brow furrowed as he adjusted to the intrusion, the feeling of fullness, of being stretched open. The initial discomfort was always the worst, a necessary hurdle to overcome before the pleasure could take over. 

Won Seongwoo’s fingers were thick, calloused. Even with just two inside him, Bomin felt full, his entrance stretching and contorting as Won Seongwoo explored him, his touch both possessive and curious. 

“That’s enough,” Bomin said, his voice breathy. 

Won Seongwoo withdrew his hand, his gaze lingering on Bomin’s entrance. His c*ck, hot and hard, pressed against Bomin, teasing his opening. He thrust forward slightly, testing the waters, and Bomin’s hips bucked instinctively. 

It felt like being branded, the heat of Won Seongwoo’s c*ck searing against his sensitive flesh. 

“Hurry…” Bomin urged, his legs wrapping around Won Seongwoo’s waist. 

He was grateful for the food Song Jaeho had forced him to eat, grateful for the energy it had given him. 

Won Seongwoo groaned, his c*ck aligning perfectly with Bomin’s entrance, and he thrust forward. The preparation had been woefully inadequate, and Bomin cried out, the feeling of being stretched open intense, almost painful. 

“Nnggh…”

He could feel the hard surface of the bed against the back of his head, a stark contrast to the luxurious softness he was used to. Tears streamed down his face, tracing a path through the sweat that clung to his skin. 

“Relax,” Won Seongwoo growled, his voice strained.

“Wait… hng… wait…” Bomin gasped, his voice barely a whisper. 

Won Seongwoo was struggling too, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Bomin’s entrance was clenching around him, a vise-like grip that must have been agonizing, even for someone with Won Seongwoo’s stamina. His voice, usually so rough, so arrogant, had dropped to a low growl, almost animalistic.

But relaxing his muscles was not entirely within Bomin’s control. His hand trembled as he touched his limp d*ck, forced to take care of himself since the guy on top of him clearly didn’t know the first thing about foreplay.

Seizing the moment Bomin’s erection softened, Seongwoo slowly pushed his way inside, parting the tight walls.

His insides, stretched by Seongwoo’s c*ck, initially screamed in pain before finally accommodating the rough, uneven surface.

“Haa…”

Hot breath fanned over Bomin’s head. He opened his eyes and looked up at Won Seongwoo, whose chest rose and fell noticeably with each breath. Won Seongwoo was holding still, as if giving Bomin time to adjust. 

Bomin brought his hands up to touch the broad chest. It felt just as solid as he’d imagined. 

Just like his body, Won Seongwoo’s c*ck radiated heat, making Bomin feel like he was wrapped in a warm blanket. A silly thought crossed his mind: with this d*ck, he could spend all night naked, even in the dead of winter.

“You can move now.”