How About I Guide Myself Right Into Your Heart? || Joongdok - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

The door was heavy, much sturdier than his own office's, and he was especially careful to close it quietly. With a deep breath, Dokja tried to calm his nerves and focus on the task at hand.
When he looked upon the room, he noted the dim light of the space, illuminated by the faint light that was allowed through the thick blinds he could make out on the other wall. As his eyes adjusted, Dokja suddenly went deathly still once he could outline the figure of Yoo Joonghyuk sitting unmoving at the edge of the bed.
Dokja made a tentative step in the dark space towards the other, noting how much bigger this guiding space was compared to his own. Though, the hefty door and reinforced walls made Dokja think of a containment cell more than a safe space for guiding.
"Esper Yoo?" His voice felt too quiet in the space, as if the air was absorbing the sounds that left his mouth. Even his footsteps hardly made a sound, the click of dress shoes barely echoing off the walls.
He had fully expected the other to be sleeping or passed out like last time, and it was unsettling seeing him sitting tranquil on the side of the bed.
A little closer, Dokja could see that the other had his eyes closed, but a faint glow underneath the eyelids told the Guide that this was undoubtedly an Esper on the verge of a rampage.
The Esper sat still, hands clutched at sheets on either side of him, looking too calm for the situation he was in.
It was a bit unnerving, and Dokja wondered how far along into chaos the other was.
He took the last few steps towards Joonghyuk, shrugging off his dark brown blazer so that there would be a thinner layer of fabric for guiding. He threw it off to the side, the sound muffled in the strange space. Dokja stood in front of him and looked down slightly to peer at the blank face of the Esper.
With an analyzing hand, Dokja placed his palm on the other's shoulder. He opened his imaginary drain a bit, only to assess the situation. After building some tolerance the past few months, Dokja wasn't as worried about guiding the other. If he had been in the same situation as a new employee, he would have quit on the spot.
The energy that left the Esper was volatile and hot, spilling out into Dokja's skin and warming as Dokja's body tried to diffuse it safely. Dokja shuddered at the differential in temperature between his cold hand and the hard plane of Joonghyuk's shoulder.
It wasn't too bad, and Dokja was sure he could get the other to a point where he would be safe. Dokja removed his hand to press the button the manager had told him to press for the green light.
As his hand left the shoulder, he noted a twitch in the other's eyebrow. With a keen eye on the Esper, Dokja's movements were slow as he discarded the device to the pile where his jacket was on the floor. He moved carefully, as if fast movements would set the other off.
Slow and steady, Dokja.
This was a dangerous situation for the both of them, and many employee lives were on the line if an S-class Esper was to continue into his rampage. The team had sedated him coming out of the dungeon, and Dokja didn't have long before the other came off the drugs.
Now getting used to the space, Dokja could feel the electrifying energy field that remained in the room. There was a faint energy emanating still from the other, despite being heavily sedated, and Dokja could only wonder the carnage the other had been doing in the dungeon before being brought here.
The control the other man had was something to be in awe of and Dokja had to wonder if the other was partially conscious considering he was sitting up straight in front of him.
"Joonghyuk?" The other's eyebrows twitch again, dark eyelashes fluttering slightly at the voice. Dokja fought the urge to smooth the thick eyebrows that were furrowing at the center. Dokja spoke in warning in case the other truly was aware of him being there.
"Joonghyuk, I'm going to guide you now." He spoke flatly, bringing his hand up to rest on either side of the Esper's face and angling the head upwards to face him better.
The other's eyes remained closed and pensive, and Dokja could feel his jaw tense underneath the cool fingers as Dokja began guiding through the contact.
Dokja considered something for a moment before ultimately leaning in to press his lips against the other's.
Unlike the time at the cave, it didn't take much coaxing for the Esper to ease up after initially tensing at the gesture. He continued to press into the other's mouth, leading him along with the guiding, and sliding his tongue across the roof of the man's mouth.
The angle was odd, with Dokja leaned over as to not encroach onto the Esper's space too much, but the awkward slouch to avoid slotting himself in between the other's legs was getting to be tough on his back.
Feeling the strain, Dokja ended up pulling back to straighten out his spine with a grimace. This is what he gets for reading webcomics all day on his phone: a weak lower back. He noted the glinting eyes ahead of him, the intense eyes now open and looking up at him.
Dokja couldn't fully comprehend the expression on the Esper's face, but he knew his assignment: he needed to guide the other until those eyes no longer shone gold. Only then could he rest assured the other was at an acceptable level to be reintegrated into the company building.
Though the Esper and him hadn't settled on what level guiding was appropriate, Dokja hadn't been met with any complaint letters thus far. Looking at the aloof, yet undeniably structured face in front of him, he didn't particularly mind testing the waters again.
He somehow trusted the other to not take it too far, a trust he built through countless rejections from the other during guiding sessions. It was actually better guiding an Esper who wanted nothing to do with you.
Taking a step to the side, Dokja avoided standing inappropriately in between the other's legs, opting to tilt the Esper's head to the side instead before leaning in a second time.
With the press of lips, and a surge of energy in, Dokja saw a slight dull in the other's gleaming eyes, but the glow returned not even a moment later.
This was going to take a while, wasn't it?
Dokja already had an idea of how this would go: he would guide Esper Yoo until he passed out, wake up with an intense headache, and be transferred a hefty bonus his next paycheck.
He allowed more energy to flow into his body for dissipation with a hard suck on the other's tongue.
Feeling generally okay with the guiding thus far, Dokja had the thought to pace himself. As he tried to pull back, he felt a warm hand reach up quickly to cup the back of his head and prevent him from straightening up.
He had gotten a chance to experience the bad habits of the Esper during the dungeon raid, and had expected the pushy actions eventually into guiding. The good-looking mug made up for it.
Dokja allowed himself to be held in place as the other lead the contact. He could feel the heat from Joonghyuk's mouth as well as the large hand entangled in his hair, and the pulsing of excess energy from the Esper was a constant, manageable stream.
It was going well until he felt another arm wrap his side, beginning to tug him closer yet to the sitting man.
With two hands on hard shoulders, Dokja pushed firmly. When that didn't yield any result, Dokja yanked the dark, wavy hair back with a harsh grip. He heard a sharp inhale from the other, and peered at the man, face still devoid of expressions despite probably missing a few strands of hair.
"Hey," the other's eyes locked with Dokja's more keenly, "don't push it." recalling the last time Joonghyuk was about to rampage." The other only stared back. "Okay, Esper Yoo?"
He felt a minuscule nod from the other through the tight grip he had on his hair. Dokja smiled and loosened the hold, smoothing down the hair he had mussed.
As soon as he had, the other pulled him down onto the bed beside him, wrestling him down flat on the smooth sheets.
"Hey! You bast—MMPH!" With legs pinned on either side of the other, Dokja struggled to get out from under the weight of the Esper, and Joonghyuk was quick to seal their lips together once more. Looking up, he swore he saw a self-approving look fleet across the man's face.
What a little shit. To think he has been slowly starting to enjoy the other's presence.
The darkly clad Esper was eager in his pursuit of relief, and Dokja was set on controlling the pace of the guiding. At least one of them should be in their right mind. If Dokja let his mindfulness slip, he doesn't doubt the other would use the opportunity to take over the guiding entirely.
Sliding an arm underneath Dokja's back, Yoo Joonghyuk arched the guide just enough to seam their two bodies together, earning a hum of displeasure from Dokja. The larger man then opted to bury his face into the junction of the guide's shoulder and neck, breathing hot air onto his skin.
This predicament was unwanted, but not surprising. Dokja had been able to experience what he believed was just the tip of the iceberg of the Esper's bad guiding habits:
Leaving upset at sessions, wanting Dokja to allot all his time to Joonghyuk, and pushing his boundaries in guiding– the Esper didn't have a great track record from what Dokja could tell.
But, still, it was nice to know the other was opening up to him in his own, asocial way.
Awkwardly, Dokja brings a hand up to pat the dark hair tickling his neck.
"There, there."
At this, two golden eyes lifted incredulously to make contact with Dokja's dark ones.
Kim Dokja was quick to place his hand firmly and pull Joonghyuk down to rest his head on his shoulder once again.
"Just keep guiding."
The man just grunted at that, voice muffled from how Dokja was smothering him.
Might as well enjoy this clingy side of him. There would be plenty of embarrassing ammunition to remind Esper Yoo of once he was returned to a stable point.
The two remained quiet there, tightly held together as Dokja used all his presence of mind to ensure the guiding remained steady and secure. The tether they had was an unstable one, and even if Joonghyuk was too far gone to remember this, Dokja was not.
Feeling heat swell and crash between them, Dokja slowed the guiding a notch more. The energy was already zapping within his body warmly, and he needed to give it time to be dissipated naturally.
Guide Dokja was brought out of his keen concentration by a stray hand flitting underneath his buttoned top.
"Joonghyuk," It was a warning.
All Dokja got in response was another vacant glance of golden eyes, slightly dimmed, but no doubt blazing strongly yet.
He tried to wriggle his own arms free from how they were restricted in the hold, but Joonghyuk only pressed him harder into the sheets, locking their lips once more. The Esper took initiative immediately to shove his tongue into Dokja's mouth, stopping any voiced complaints.
The lithe guide just sighed inwardly, already knowing he was no match if the Esper chose to pursue higher contact guiding any further. He just hoped the sober Joonghyuk–who would be disgusted by the proximity–was somewhere in there, itching to break free at any moment and draw a close to this session.
Instead, Dokja was lifted briefly to allow for the Esper to run two scalding hands across his bare back, causing Dokja to yell out at the surprising temperature change.
With the opportunity, he raised his arms to put some distance between them, glaring up at the Esper.
His glare was replaced by worry when he heard a slight ripping sound– the sound of his office shirt being strained against its stitching by two rough hands. He needed to take action if he wanted to see the light of day again.
"Wait! Joonghyuk, wait," the imploring voice cut the quiet space, getting the Esper to stop in his tracks.
With the other's attention, Dokja cleared his throat.
"I, err. . ." He hadn't thought the other would be this fervently focused on his words, but the other silently paused and gave all his regard as Dokja spoke up. "I'll remove my shirt myself." His throat felt dry all of a sudden. "And, do not rip my clothes." He added quickly after, not trusting the forgone Esper's mental state in the upcoming session.
Surprisingly, The Esper released the tight hold he had, and Dokja could finally sit up freely, stretching his arms and legs out that had been pinned uncomfortably by Joonghyuk's weight.
Ahem.
Dokja was stalling. His slim fingers trailing the buttoned hem of his pristine white shirt, his blazer long discarded at the floor beside the bed.
He peered up at the Esper who only stared back, eyes narrowed.
With a sigh, Dokja began making work of his dress shirt, until it sat open at the front, exposing his pale chest. Joonghyuk tugged harshly on the hem of the white shirt, as if telling him to quicken up.
Raising his hands in feigned surrender, Dokja's eyes twitched at the demanding glare. But, he removed the article nonetheless.
With arms crossed, he sat looking back at the Esper. Skin to skin was a much more effective way to guide, but it didn't work one-sidedly.
"Are you going to remove your top as well, Esper Yoo?" He saw the man's eyebrow quiver. "Don't misunderstand," Dokja continued, "I can't be the only one shirtless for this guiding to work." The man said nothing before he grabbed the hem of his top, removing it in one single sweep upwards.
Unabashedly, Dokja may have been staring a little too long at the toned chest. He missed the long hair that used to cover his gaze.
It was a mistake cutting it, Dokja mused.
With no chance to dwell on this any further, he could make out Joonghyuk moving closer to him on the bed. In a passing thought, Dokja had the inkling to escape again, as if he were prey locked in a hungry animal's cage. Dokja jolted in shock when a hot mouth pressed against his neck, leaving a heated trail as it went down to his chest.
Warm hands began unbuttoning his dress pants and Dokja couldn't help but bring his hands up to stop the actions.
"Hey," his mouth felt dry, "go slow."
"Dokja," Joonghyuk grumbled out, tilting his head up to lock eyes, looking almost pleading. Dokja gulped at the soft eyed expressions, not used to seeing such an expression on the handsome face.
"Bear with it."
The illusion was broken instantly.
This motherfuc–
Dokja yelped as his dark pants were tugged off along with his briefs, the action pulling his entire body along with it down the bed and closer to Joonghyuk who wasted no time prowling over to press Dokja down with his sturdy weight.
With his arms pinned awkwardly between their bodies, Dokja took solace in the gap it created from the Esper's burning energy. It didn't do much else though, considering how difficult it was to move in this position. And now that he lacked even the thinnest layer of cloth to shield his bare skin from the intensity of guiding, Dokja dryly gulped at the outlook of the night.
It wasn't looking good.
The smooth fibre of Joonghyuk's pants was pressing against Dokja's legs, and his hyper-awareness of the sensation compared to the heated contact of their warm torsos was making his ears burn.
"Joonghyuk, give me some space." Dokja sputtered out, needing more than a fist's worth of distance from the Esper he was stuck guiding.
The feverish man just grunted in what Dokja could tell was displeasure, before ignoring the Guide's words and pulling him tighter to a point it was almost crushing.
Guiding continued with all the mental clarity Dokja could muster. His head was ringing and he could feel his throat heating up where Joonghyuk leaned down to nuzzle his nose and cheek. He felt frozen in concentration and feverish hysteria, the two not reaching a comfortable balance in his mind.
It was an affliction– a part of being a guide. It was natural to get carried away in the moments of closeness and the energy that guiding brought with it. It was something Dokja was well aware of from all those moments walking past other session rooms, and the faint reminder of it with the bed that decorated a corner of his own guiding office.
At least, that's how Dokja is trying to justify his hard-on in the close proximity with the Esper that has been nothing but a headache since being assigned to each other.
Dokja's lips stretched wide in a weary grimace, opting to stare up at the ceiling for a moment. He hoped the other wouldn't notice his predicament while he willed his un-welcomed thoughts away.
It was wishful thinking, and when Joonghyuk ground his hips down into Dokja, he couldn't help the low, muffled groan that left his gritted teeth.
Embarrassed, he avoided the snap upwards of Joonghyuk's head, and instead turned his head to the side.
"Just ignore me, Joonghyuk. Let's focus on guiding." If Joonghyuk was a reasonable person, he would understand that Dokja didn't want his issue acknowledged, and would look past the situation to focus on stabilizing from his rampage.
Dokja almost forgot how unreasonable the other had been since day one.
Instead, the broad Esper pushed his own straining bulge against Dokja's, peering down to no doubt catch Dokja making a fool of himself. Knowing this, Dokja bit his lips closed, only allowing a small grunt to leave at the action.
A rough hand came up to turn Dokja's head straight, and he was met with a demanding kiss, a consistent barrage of angled presses causing their sensitive parts to grind against eachother.
It was getting harder to prevent noises from leaving his mouth, and a low noise from the Esper caused Dokja to twitch in surprise. He almost didn't feel the press of strong fingers at his entrance, circling the ring of muscle.
Almost.
"Hey!" Dokja jolted in the grasp, trying to crane out of the tight hold he was in and the discomfort his lower hole was feeling at the foreign feeling.
Golden eyes looked at him inquisitively.
Gosh, Dokja thought in anger, a face like that should be illegal. He felt like he was making all the wrong decisions today. Looking at the other, knowing well the turmoil of energy under the surface of the other's tanned skin, he couldn't bring it in himself to deny the other relief from the suffering that came with being an Esper in this world.
That, and Dokja's manhood was thrumming with heat at the surprise pressure at his hole.
He had to hold himself together. This wasn't an area he was well-versed in. Sure, he had done some guiding in the past that might have been the heat of the moment, but he had learned quickly that it wasn't something he was equipped to handle and not be mortified about in his post-guiding clarity.
But, the soft eyes above him, peering down amidst that familiar face, Dokja felt his resolve slipping.
He had walked into this room with the intention to prevent a rampage, and he supposed he was willing to go further than he initially thought.
"Joonghyuk," The other blinked, "I need you to listen very carefully."
He saw a flicker of something across the other's expression, but couldn't pinpoint what it was. He decided it meant that Joonghyuk was listening somewhere deep, deep, deep down.
"I need to prepare if you want higher-level guidance." He could have sworn the other perked up in focus at this. "If I get hurt, I'm never guiding you again." This time, Joonghyuk let Dokja push him away. The thinner man sat up and looked around the room to try and pinpoint what he was looking for.
His eyes had adjusted well to the dim light of the room, and he could see a table off to the side of the bed with a drawer that he hoped contained what he was looking for.
With another push, he was surprised how easily Joonghyuk moved aside as Dokja made his way to the table to retrieve the item he needed.
A bunch of pervs, Dokja scowled, finding exactly what he suspected would be in the drawer. What did he expect in an emergency guiding facility?
The bottle of lube was clear, and Dokja inspected it in curiosity as he made his way back to the bed. Once he was within arms reach, he was pulled onto it with a speed he was sure gave him whiplash.