TG Ch 9 Part 6

“When you like someone… everyone makes mistakes.”

It was a pathetic confession, no matter how you looked at it. Was there anything more pitiful than an ordinary person clinging to an ability user?

Even so, Sijin hoped that his desire not to see Jeong Taeyul in pain and Jeong Taeyul’s desire not to hurt him were the same.

Then, he heard a low curse.

“Fuck.”

Suddenly, Sijin’s arm was grabbed roughly.

Surprised, Sijin’s eyes widened as he looked up. He saw Jeong Taeyul gripping him, his jaw clenched tightly.

“Why do you keep driving me crazy?”

At the same time, Jeong Taeyul lunged at him.

By the time Sijin came to his senses, he was struggling to cope with the onslaught of kisses. His eyelids fluttered from the forceful kiss.

“Jeong, Tae, yul, gasp…”

Even breathing was difficult, but Jeong Taeyul didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath. His glasses, knocked askew by Jeong Taeyul’s nose, fell to the floor with a thud.

‘I can’t… feel my strength…’

Ah, it was happening again. The more Sijin kissed him, the weaker he felt. His hand, gripping Jeong Taeyul’s chest, slipped, and his legs, losing strength, threatened to give way.

Sijin collapsed against him, his body giving way. Jeong Taeyul slipped his thigh between Sijin’s legs to support him.

“Ah…! Gasp…”

Sijin let out a weak moan at the blatant stimulation. Jeong Taeyul’s hard, muscular thigh pressed against his groin. He could feel the familiar, thick column that had tormented him before pressing against him.

“Jeong Taeyul, wait, please…”

Sijin pleaded. But Jeong Taeyul, as if unwilling to let him go even for a moment, was relentless. He nipped at Sijin’s slender neck and wrapped his arms around his narrow waist, pushing him towards the bed.

Even as he was being pushed back onto the bed, Sijin was overwhelmed by the kiss. He gasped for breath and pushed against Jeong Taeyul’s chest, but it was useless. He was, after all, a special agent with at least 20 kg more muscle mass than him.

Laid down on the bed, Sijin managed to grip his rock-hard shoulders.

“N-No… No…”

Sijin, clinging to the last vestiges of his rationality, shook his head weakly.

He couldn’t heal him in his current state.

“You need… an Esper right now…”

“I don’t need one.”

Jeong Taeyul muttered roughly.

“You’re the only one who can calm me down anyway.”

At his sharp words, Sijin’s arms, which had been pushing him away, lost their strength. Those words sounded like permission for this transgression.

He easily overpowered Sijin’s hands and pulled open his thin shirt, ripping the buttons off in his haste. With a single tug, Sijin’s full chest was exposed.

Jeong Taeyul placed his large hand over Sijin’s heart and gazed down at his exposed body with hungry eyes.

“Haa, ha…”

Sijin, tense like a trapped animal, took shallow breaths. Jeong Taeyul stared, unable to tear his eyes away.

His gaze lingered on Sijin’s slender shoulders, full chest, and narrow waist. Sijin clutched his shirt to his chest at the blatant stare, but Jeong Taeyul simply ripped it away completely, as if removing an obstacle.

Jeong Taeyul sat up and unbuckled Sijin’s pants. As he reached for his underwear, Sijin hurriedly covered himself and said, “I’ll… I’ll do it…”

“Move your hands.”

Jeong Taeyul didn’t yield. His intense gaze was unwavering. Sijin tried to sit up to remove his pants himself, but Jeong Taeyul grabbed the back of his knees and pulled him back down.

Naturally, Sijin lay on the bed, looking up at him.

His broad, muscular shoulders formed sharp angles, and his impressive torso was covered in lean, functional muscle. As Jeong Taeyul instinctively positioned himself over Sijin, his abdominal muscles flexed. Sijin bit his lip, feeling the thick bulge beneath the fabric of his pants.

Sijin was quickly stripped bare.

Jeong Taeyul seemed to be overly aroused. Sijin cautiously looked up at him and said, “Slowly… slowly…”

Even though he meant to soothe him, Jeong Taeyul’s breathing deepened, as if he were losing control.

“Jeong Taeyul…”

“Yes.”

“Are you, ah…!”

Jeong Taeyul suddenly grabbed Sijin’s wrist and turned him over. He latched onto Sijin’s small n*pple and sucked hard.

“Haa, ah…“

Sijin moaned, writhing slightly. Jeong Taeyul checked his reaction, then gently circled his hardened n*pple with his tongue. Sijin’s eyes teared up, and his breathing deepened.

Jeong Taeyul quickly grabbed lube and condoms from the bedside drawer. They were standard supplies in the guiding rooms.

He coated his fingers generously with lube and slowly pushed them into Sijin’s entrance. Sijin let out a breathy moan. Even though the touch was clumsy, his thick fingers were incredibly stimulating.

“Ah, ah. Haa…“

“Does it hurt?”

“I don’t, know. Slowly…”

Sijin said, his body twitching.

Jeong Taeyul carefully observed him, gradually finding the spot that made him most sensitive and rubbing it gently. Sijin clutched his firm arm and gasped at the stimulating touch. Jeong Taeyul stared, mesmerized.

A languid, sensual feeling spread through Sijin’s body. Even with two fingers pushing inside him, it felt much easier.

“Ah… Haa… Jeong, Tae, yul…”

Sijin called out his name, his cheeks flushed. Even though the touch was hasty, it had been so long that every sensation felt heightened.

“Is this… your first time?”

Sijin already knew it was his first time. His lack of control was evident.

Sijin remembered that ability users with open attitudes towards s*x received extensive s*x education. Perhaps that was why Jeong Taeyul’s approach was careful and textbook.

Jeong Taeyul slowly removed his fingers. Sijin, his eyes closed, felt a pang of disappointment.

“Ah, ah…“

“So what if it’s my first time.”

Jeong Taeyul pressed himself against Sijin. He rubbed his erect c*ck, still covered by his pants, against Sijin’s exposed thighs.

“Are you going to teach me?”

“Haa, y-yes…”

Sijin’s eyelids fluttered at the sensual friction. He desperately wanted Jeong Taeyul to embrace him with his heated body, but a sliver of remaining rationality, coupled with the guilt of being the older one, held him back. 

With flushed cheeks, Sijin murmured softly, “But, ah, isn’t it… a waste…”

Jeong Taeyul answered firmly, as if it were absurd, “It’s not a waste.”

“Then, why…”

Sijin’s hand trembled as he reached down. Jeong Taeyul, pressed against him, leaned into him. Sijin gripped his firm waist, and sliding his hand lower, he felt the tip of his thick, hard c*ck beneath the fabric. Even that light touch made Jeong Taeyul’s breathing hitch, and he ran a hand through his hair.

Remembering that Jeong Taeyul disliked skinship, Sijin asked cautiously, “Why haven’t you… haa, done this before?”

Before he could answer, Jeong Taeyul placed the condom next to Sijin’s waist.

Then, he pulled down his pants and pulled out his c*ck. Freed from the confines of his pants, his hard c*ck sprang free, standing proudly against his abdomen.

Holding the condom, Jeong Taeyul aimed his thick c*ck between Sijin’s thighs and said, “Because I wanted to fuck only one person.”

“……”

His voice was low and husky. A shiver ran down Sijin’s spine.

Sijin’s eyes trembled as he saw his c*ck for the first time. He had anticipated its size, but seeing it in person, it was much thicker than he’d imagined. Sijin’s eyes widened in apprehension. Veins stood out on the shaft like tendons, and its thickness seemed comparable to his wrist. His hard c*ck, pressed against his lower abdomen, leaked prec*m.

Could he take it?

Sijin, now harboring a different kind of worry, cautiously reached out and wrapped his hand around the thick shaft. The c*ck twitched in his hand as if it were alive. It was so thick that even with his hand wrapped around it, his thumb and middle finger couldn’t meet.

Then, Jeong Taeyul completely engulfed Sijin’s hand with his own.

“Haa. Fuck…”

He suddenly started pumping Sijin’s hand up and down, as if mast*rbating. Sijin, startled by the obscene gesture, looked up at him with wide, trembling eyes. Jeong Taeyul was mast*rbating while staring directly down at him. His sharp eyes, set in his handsome features, looked as hungry as if he were already fucking Sijin.

Sijin bit his lip, watching the c*ck bobbing in his hand. He didn’t know what to do with the obscene sight, but a flicker of anticipation made his toes curl.

Jeong Taeyul spoke, his voice like a command, “Keep touching it.”

He hurriedly tore open the condom packet. His hands were shaking so much that he ripped the condom, and he cursed under his breath before tearing open another one.

Sijin tried to tell him to slow down, but the words wouldn’t come out. He saw Jeong Taeyul’s sculpted torso and impatient expression above his thick, erect c*ck.

Sijin, staring at him with trembling eyes, murmured, “Jeong Taeyul…”

“Yes.”

“…Hurry… Haa, ah…!”

At his urging, Jeong Taeyul hastily spread Sijin’s pale thighs. He quickly rolled the condom down to the base and aligned his thick tip with Sijin’s wet, twitching entrance. He pushed down, his weight adding to the pressure, and the thick head slipped halfway inside.