That's fine, Hye-jin's just going to cling to him for a while, thanks. He can do whatever he wants.

He sucks. He sucks he sucks he sucks. He's awful. He hates himself. Hates hates hates. Hates himself, hates his backlash, hates it hates it hates it.

"Ah, ah, h-how are you—feeling," he manages to get out despite the physiological response he hates hates hates. "I'm s-sorry. I t-took so l-long."

"Mm-mm. You came." ... Then she pauses and gives a little snort. "To get me, I mean. Thanks. I feel warm."

He does, too. In a completely, completely different way.

They might die here.

He's never felt this nice hugging someone before. Not even with Kang Jaeha.

They're probably going to die here.

He can't let go of the hug.

They're going to die here.

...he's still hard.

Even with full body touch, the amount of backlash they've both racked up...

(The way she's still accumulating more by setting everything that dares come too close to them very extremely on fire...)

They might die here even now that they're together.

As they are, anyway.

"... Don't think we can stick to just snuggles," she murmurs. She makes another (tiny) mote of fire and pulls back to look at his face.

Yeah.

So she kisses him.

fuck

He comes again, from the kiss, and he kisses back, and then he's gone. There's no more Lee Tae-gun. There isn't a person in there anymore. There's only need, five years of accumulated need and over three months of potentiated want, and—

—and suddenly he's on top of her, pressing her against the ground, kissing her and moaning desperately, thinking about all of the times she smiled at him and he wanted to kiss her, all of the times she smirked at him and he wanted to kiss her, all of the times she said something smart and he wanted to kiss her, all of the times she was competent and terrifying and he wanted to kiss her. They're a blur in his head, and the only two words he can breathe out when he's coming up for breath are please and Hye-jin.

Don't worry, she's there. She is not at the same level of out-of-her-mind horny as he is, but - she's in that general neighborhood, somewhere. He is the only warm thing in a world that feels cold cold cold, and he dived into magic lava after her even though that was insane, and she should be dead and she doesn't know how she's alive, and he's in her arms and wants her with an intensity that is both hot and frightening, and he's been so sweet and cute and such a lovely competent partner and it feels incorrect that she would have given this to Hideyoshi and not Tae-gun.

(Also, she's still racking up more backlash, because she wants this dungeon dead, and even now is putting in effort to make that happen. She has discovered that her power makes this thing hurt, and actually being eaten by a dragon pissed her off, so. Fuck you, dungeon, eat fire.)

She's also fuzzy headed and tired and emotionally exhausted and she just, just wants everything else to go away for a little while. Does this make sense as a thing to want while she's also causing fiery destruction around them? Possibly not, but everybody here is in life threatening backlash. Those looking for rational thinking will have to look elsewhere for a while.

So. Really the practical thing to do is to open her legs and squirm into position and - no please required, the answer is yes.

He can't see the fiery destruction she's wreaking, because they're still in darkness, and it's far outside. He doesn't even know it's happening, and the part of him that isn't completely gone is alarmed that her backlash is still increasing but with the way she's moving and positioning herself under him all parts of him are in agreement on what to do next. One of his hands is behind her head, fingers intertwined with her hair and pulling her in, but the other quickly reaches down so that he can adjust himself properly, press his tip against her entrance and—

—push—

Whimper.

But it's definitely a whimper of need and desire, and even if it weren't, her legs are now around him and she's moving against him in a decidedly helpful way and compatible esper sex is amazing why weren't they doing this before!

Tae-gun—or whatever's currently possessing his body—has no idea.

He doesn't come a third time as soon as he enters her, specifically because he already came twice. Not that it would matter that much, because in this state while fucking her he just is not going to go down in the foreseeable future. Nor is he going to want to, because it's the other thoughts that are dominating his mind now: all of the times he's wanted her, the times he's imagined her naked and pleading (he can't see her body right now) (he can feel it) (but he wants to see) (he can imagine it) (and he's sure he'll be able to see it in the future), all of the times he's pictured her whimpering like this—it's so cute and so sexy, it's somehow simultaneously exactly and not at all what he'd expected, it makes him giggle and moan to hear her voice like that—and all of the times she's smirked and he's wanted to get her mouth doing something else instead, wanted to fuck her silly, fuck her nonverbal.

He's getting that now. Not all of it—there's still so much he's imagined, so much he wants to go through—but he's inside her, and he's moving almost on instinct, and his tongue is inside her and his cock is inside her and he's got her in a vine grip to never let go. "Hye-jin... Kim Hye-jin... You're so hot, I want you so much, I've wanted you for so long—"

Yeah, she's super nonverbal, and her tongue is kind of busy doing other things right now, but she does hum with pleasure at his words. She is so happy for him to continue, and will make soft little encouraging sounds and - squeeze him in time with - oh huh she can also time the fiery destruction she's committing outside to slightly up the backlash relief on his end. Nice. Clearly this means she's winning at sex. But maybe there are new and exciting ways to win at sex, why doesn't she try and find out empirically.

... They're going to be here a while. Nothing is in any position to interrupt them, least of all themselves.

It'll take him coming inside her twice before he has enough possession to think of doing anything other than this, before it occurs to him that there's more to sex than kissing and licking and pumping—that he can use his hands more places, squeeze and pinch and grab and rub, that he can use his mouth more places, kiss and bite and suck and, and, and he wants to see, he wants to see her and he has no idea how to see her and he wants to beg to see her face and it feels mortifying but for some reason feeling mortified is turning him on even more and—

"Hye-jin, Hye-jin, Hye-jin," he says her name over and over like a prayer, like a pious man worshipping at the altar of his goddess beseeching for her favour. "I want to see you. Please let me see you."

Mmmmm okay this is a service she can provide, here is a little light. New way to win at sex! See your partner! Amazing. They have the technology. Well, the magic.

"Hi," she murmurs inanely, beaming at him.

"Hi."

Giggle! Kiss.

"I'm burning the dungeon down," she informs him, when she comes up for air.

...oh, that'll explain why her backlash has been flipflopping so much. 

"That's so hot."

"Please don't let me interrupt you," he says, using this newly available light to better explore her and find more places for his mouth and hands to pleasure. He wants to taste her—all of her.

That's going to make it very hard to continue burning the dungeon down, but she likes a challenge!

You know what else she likes? Him. She likes him. She'll tell him so with nibbles. And kisses. And carefully timed accumulation of backlash. And...

Suffice to say, she's happy to experiment, and is downright playful.

If you're insane, and can either tank absurd amounts of backlash or burn it all off by fucking someone you have off-the-charts compatibility with on the go, there's really very little upper bound to how powerful you can get. Such an insane person could, perhaps, completely outburn a volcanic dungeon, in increasingly wide circles from the single point they're at. They could reach really, really far. 

As far as the dungeon's core, which has always been hiding in the lava, as pretty much everyone knew it would be. It wasn't worth planning for, you see, because if it's in lava, there's nothing anyone could do until and unless someone manifested powers that would allow them to survive swimming in lava for an extended period of time while being assailed from all sides by monsters. It wasn't worth planning for, so all plans rested on the assumption that it wasn't true, in case it wasn't. 

What is currently happening is strictly more absurd than a lava swimming power, but the dungeon core gets destroyed just as much. 

And the entire place trembles.

—oh that was hot, how'd he move to feel like that? He wants to try to make it happen again.