Taming the Obsessive Attachment

Up until just moments ago, he had seemed so cold and composed, as if he were ready to storm into the gate and slaughter every last creature. But now, he looked young and fresh-faced, just like any other man his age. He even seemed a bit like a large dog caught in an awkward situation. Kwon Jae-jin could almost see the transparent ears and tail twitching anxiously as Seo Eui-woo fidgeted, unsure of what to do with his hands hovering over Jae-jin’s hair and hips.

How can a person be both a smug little brat and a puppy at the same time? Kwon Jae-jin found himself marveling at the paradox as he patiently waited for Seo Eui-woo to calm down. Sure, there were times when he was a real son of a bitch, but still… well, anyway…

“It’s done now. Jae-jin, close your eyes.”

Kwon Jae-jin did as Seo Eui-woo instructed, shutting his eyes. He didn’t need to see to know what was about to happen.

Seo Eui-woo reached out, placing his fingers against Jae-jin’s forehead. Immediately, a massive surge of supernatural energy swirled around those fingertips, spiraling inward toward a single point. The last time this happened, it had felt like his entire body was being drained of blood, his skin peeling inside out. He had thought of it as a twisted, sinister power—yet at the same time, it was so awe-inspiringly grand that it had left him utterly mesmerized.

But this time, it wasn’t quite as overwhelming.

Was Seo Eui-woo holding back for his sake? Was he being considerate? It seemed like he was adjusting his power, dialing it down just a little.

“I might make a mistake, so I’m just going to skim over the surface lightly.”

His fingertips made contact.

A cold shiver spread outward from the center of Jae-jin’s forehead, rippling through his entire body in concentric waves.

He could feel Seo Eui-woo’s presence burrowing deep into his consciousness.

He was inside. Inside of him, deep within…

Seo Eui-woo was always piercing into him, wasn’t he? That absurd thought struck him out of nowhere. His mouth, his ass—he had been stretched open in every way possible. And now, even his brain…

‘Do whatever you want. Have at it.’

Let my boy do whatever the fuck he wants. Goddamn…

As Jae-jin relaxed and surrendered his mind, the resistance faded. It felt just like sinking into deep water—where struggling would only pull him under faster, but surrendering to the current would let him float and survive. Letting Seo Eui-woo take everything from him was oddly comforting.

“Hoo…”

And then, Seo Eui-woo withdrew. Jae-jin could feel his presence slowly receding, the foreign consciousness that had burrowed into his mind pulling away. The compressed energy dissipated, the abnormal melting back into the ordinary.

“It’s over, Jae-jin.”

Seo Eui-woo looked slightly dazed.

His thick, dark brows furrowed as if he were still mulling something over, but after staring intently at Kwon Jae-jin for a moment, his expression gradually softened.

Seo Eui-woo’s delicate eyes curved gracefully.

With a sweet smile, he softened his expression, looking completely at ease.

“I’ll free your arms first. And down there, too.”

The moment he spoke, the cuffs binding Jae-jin’s wrists clicked open. He had unlocked them without a key, likely using telekinesis. But as for below, he used his hands.

With extreme caution, Seo Eui-woo gently spread Jae-jin’s legs, treating him as if he were a fragile bubble that might burst at the slightest touch.

He must have felt guilty for ramming the catheter in so roughly earlier in his excitement. Though, to be fair, that had been more because Jae-jin had thrashed around trying to get the gag off rather than Seo Eui-woo actually being reckless.

“Nh…”

“Does it hurt?”

Seo Eui-woo peeled off the tape that had been securing the tube in place, and Jae-jin’s lower abdomen tensed in response. Seeing him flinch, Seo Eui-woo immediately snapped his head up.

He still had no clue how pain registered for regular people. He had no real sense of how much pressure would make Jae-jin wince, what level of discomfort was tolerable—it was all too different from what an Awakened like him would consider normal.

“I-It’s fine. Just pull it out.”

Jae-jin ran his fingers over the red marks left on his wrists. It was better to just grit his teeth and get it over with quickly. His insides already had a dull ache, and judging by the way things felt, he’d probably be pissing blood tomorrow. No, wait—if Seo Eui-woo had any conscience at all, he’d at least toss him a healing factor, right…?

“I’ll be gentle. I’m sorry.”

A large, thick-knuckled hand carefully wrapped around Jae-jin’s length. Seo Eui-woo steadied the limp shaft, pressing his thumb lightly against the skin near the tip, pulling it taut ever so slightly.

Even that minimal touch was enough to send a strange sensation through Jae-jin, making his brows knit together.

With Seo Eui-woo gripping him like that, the silicone tube lodged inside his urethra became painfully evident. Normally, he wouldn’t even be aware of his urethra, but now, it felt stuffed, stretched tight.

When Seo Eui-woo began slowly pulling the catheter out, the tender mucous lining dragged against it, sending an odd, stinging sensation up his spine.

“Hngh…”

So this was what he meant by being gentle. Seo Eui-woo’s movements were excruciatingly slow—so slow that Jae-jin couldn’t even tell whether the tube was going in or coming out.

With his eyes squeezed shut, he curled his toes. The backs of his knees tingled.

“Jae-jin. Jae-jin.”

“What… Why are you calling me now?”

“Cover your face. Your expression is… too…”

“…What?”

“No, never mind. Forget it.”

The catheter felt endless, as if no matter how much Seo Eui-woo pulled, it would never come out completely. He exhaled softly, his breath brushing against Jae-jin’s chilled lower body, making the heat contrast all the more noticeable.

Jae-jin barely held himself back from snapping his legs shut.

But his patience paid off—the rounded tip of the catheter finally slipped free.

He was alive. Jae-jin let out a relieved sigh.

The opening of his urethra was red and raw, the surrounding flesh slightly swollen, but it was bearable. A mild stinging at most.

And then, suddenly—something soft and hot pressed against him down there.

“……!”

Seo Eui-woo, bent over, licked the swollen, narrow slit.

That massive, beast-like body was crouched between Jae-jin’s legs, his tongue flicking over the small, inflamed wound.

His freshly abused urethral opening was stimulated all over again, heat flaring at the wet touch.

“You crazy—what the fuck are you doing?!”

Startled, Kwon Jae-jin shoved Seo Eui-woo’s head back with full force. He hadn’t even thought to hold back—he had just slammed his palm into him with all his strength.

“Ah.”

“Why the hell would you—”

Seo Eui-woo murmured dreamily, unfazed by the blow.

“I don’t know. Why would I…? I just… wanted to lick it.”

“…What?”

“Am I not allowed?”

“No, you’re fucking not. Get away.”

Jae-jin yanked his legs up, pressing his knees tightly together. He smoothed out his disheveled hair, which, unlike Seo Eui-woo’s wavy locks, was straight and easily tamed.

“If it’s guiding you need, I’ll do it tomorrow. But today, no way.”

“No, this isn’t because of guiding.”

“What the hell are you on about now?”

“Jae-jin, you’re red down there… It looked like something I just had to lick…”

“What the fuck.”

“Am I not allowed? Does it hurt?”

Pain wasn’t the fucking issue here.

Seo Eui-woo had seen Jae-jin’s memories. Even if he had only skimmed the surface, he must have seen them. That meant he knew they had been in a relationship. And yet, even after confirming that, he could still say shit like this—like he was actually, seriously thinking about licking his dick hole in this situation?!

For real?!

Jae-jin grabbed Seo Eui-woo’s face with both hands, cupping his cheeks. As always, that ridiculously good-looking face fit perfectly in his grasp.

“Oi. Seo Eui-woo.”

He could feel the warmth against his palms. His own body temperature must have dropped quite a bit.

Out of habit, he ran his thumb over the bridge of Seo Eui-woo’s straight nose. Right now, it was smooth, but just moments ago, it had been furrowed deeply several times.

He traced the sharp ridge of his nose, slowly and deliberately.

After stroking it a few more times, he let his thumb rest just above Seo Eui-woo’s lips, pressing down slightly.

Jae-jin pressed firmly against the seam of Seo Eui-woo’s well-shaped lips, parting them with steady pressure. Seo Eui-woo obediently opened his mouth, following Jae-jin’s silent command without hesitation.

Every time their bodies made contact, a shudder of pleasure seemed to shoot through Seo Eui-woo, his gray eyes flickering with raw desire.

“There are better things to lick.”

Jae-jin tilted his head slightly.

Aligning their lips, he kissed him—plain and simple.

At first, his eyes remained open, but as their tongues intertwined, he let his eyelids fall shut, surrendering to the sensation.

“Mmm…”

The soft press of Seo Eui-woo’s tongue sent a pleasant thrill down his spine.

Jae-jin mimicked him, sucking lightly on his tongue. A wet, embarrassingly loud squelch filled the air. He had no idea how Seo Eui-woo did this kind of thing so naturally all the time.

Emboldened, Jae-jin slid his arms around Seo Eui-woo’s back. His fingers brushed against the torn gaps in his combat suit, meeting bare, solid flesh beneath.

Without thinking, he let his hand roam over the pale, smooth skin—and that was all it took. Seo Eui-woo tensed, his control snapping in an instant.

As if the kiss had been a trigger, the restraint he had been holding onto unraveled completely.

Seo Eui-woo practically lifted Jae-jin off the bed, pulling him into an overpowering embrace, devouring his lips with urgent hunger.

As always, he was desperate, his tongue greedily mapping out Jae-jin’s mouth. He kissed with an almost reckless abandon, exploring and tasting every inch, lost in the heady mix of pleasure and longing.

“Ngh, mm… ah…!”

Jae-jin arched backward under the force of the onslaught, his shoulder hitting the headboard with a dull thud.

He tried to pull back slightly for air, but there was nowhere to retreat.

Even when he turned his head, Seo Eui-woo immediately followed, sealing off any chance of escape, closing in on every gap.

Just as he thought he might suffocate, Jae-jin shoved at him.

But Seo Eui-woo was so consumed by the kiss that he couldn’t even tell whether Jae-jin was pushing him away or pulling him closer—he just kept sucking on his tongue, oblivious.