Song Yi Han | Solo Leveling - Wallpapers

The sterile, utilitarian scent of the guild hall offices usually clung to Song Yi Han, a constant reminder of the late nights and endless paperwork. But tonight, the air was thick with something else entirely—a potent, sweet perfume that clung to the very fabric of his uniform. He shifted in his seat, the crisp fabric of his own well-tailored pants suddenly feeling too constricting. Across the polished mahogany desk, bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp, sat Sung Jin Woo. His aura, usually a barely contained storm of power, was muted, softened by the intimate quiet of their private meeting room.

Yi Han’s gaze drifted, tracing the sharp, elegant line of Jin Woo’s jaw. He’d always admired Jin Woo’s stoic demeanor, the way he carried the weight of the world with such quiet strength. But tonight, something was different. The usual professional distance was gone, replaced by a palpable, almost electric tension that hummed between them. Jin Woo’s dark eyes met his, and Yi Han’s breath hitched. There was an unspoken question in those depths, a vulnerability that made Yi Han’s heart beat a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

He remembered the day Jin Woo had returned from that fateful raid, the quiet exhaustion etched onto his features, the subtle yet undeniable shift in his presence. It was then, in the hushed awe of his recovered strength, that Yi Han had begun to see him not just as a comrade, but as something… more. The admiration had blossomed into a yearning, a silent, persistent ache that had been growing for months. He’d pushed it down, burying it under layers of duty and professionalism, convincing himself it was an inappropriate distraction. But tonight, the pretense felt impossibly thin.

Jin Woo finally broke the silence, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Yi Han’s very bones. “Yi Han-ssi,” he began, his gaze never leaving Yi Han’s face. “You’ve been working incredibly hard. The reports… they’re impeccable as always.” A faint, almost shy smile touched his lips, a rare sight that sent a jolt of warmth through Yi Han.

Yi Han swallowed, trying to regain his composure. “It’s my duty, Jin Woo-ssi. Someone has to keep the records straight.” He couldn’t meet Jin Woo’s gaze for too long, his own eyes skittering away to the intricate patterns of the desk. He fiddled with the cuff of his shirt, his fingers suddenly clumsy.

Jin Woo leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. The dim light caught the subtle sheen of sweat on his brow, a testament to the intense training he endured daily. “But you do more than just your duty, Yi Han-ssi. You anticipate. You support. You… you make it all easier.” He paused, his voice dropping to an even softer register. “And I… I’ve been wanting to thank you. Properly.”

The unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Thank him? Properly? Yi Han’s mind raced, trying to decipher the subtle nuances of Jin Woo’s expression. Was this the prelude to a promotion? A commendation? Or was it something far more intimate, something that mirrored the way his own heart had been pounding in his chest for so long?

“There’s no need for thanks, Jin Woo-ssi,” Yi Han managed, his voice a little strained. “We’re a team. We look out for each other.” He could feel Jin Woo’s intense gaze boring into him, and the feeling was intoxicating. He wanted to confess, to lay bare the messy tangle of emotions that had been plaguing him, but the fear of rejection, of misunderstanding, held him captive.

Jin Woo chuckled, a soft, husky sound. “A team, yes. But tonight, Yi Han-ssi, I don’t feel like just a team leader. I feel… like just Sung Jin Woo.” He extended a hand, his fingers hovering just above the surface of the desk. “And I’ve been thinking about you. A lot.”

That was it. The dam of Yi Han’s carefully constructed reserve finally broke. He felt a blush creep up his neck, his ears growing hot. He looked at Jin Woo’s outstretched hand, so strong, so capable, and an irresistible urge to take it, to bridge the small distance between them, washed over him. He slowly, tentatively, reached out and placed his own hand over Jin Woo’s. The contact was electric. Jin Woo’s fingers closed around his, a gentle but firm grip that sent shivers down Yi Han’s spine.

“I… I’ve been thinking about you too, Jin Woo-ssi,” Yi Han whispered, his voice barely audible. The confession, so simple yet so loaded, hung between them like a delicate, shimmering veil. He dared to look up, meeting Jin Woo’s gaze directly. The intensity in Jin Woo’s eyes was no longer a question, but a declaration. A silent, passionate promise.

Jin Woo squeezed his hand, his thumb stroking the back of Yi Han’s. “Good,” he breathed, his voice laced with a raw emotion that made Yi Han’s knees feel weak. He slowly, deliberately, pulled Yi Han’s hand towards him, drawing him closer across the desk. Yi Han obliged, his heart hammering against his ribs. The scent of Jin Woo’s subtle, masculine musk mingled with the lingering perfume, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled Yi Han’s senses.

“You’re so… beautiful when you blush, Yi Han-ssi,” Jin Woo murmured, his eyes tracing the flushed curve of Yi Han’s cheek. He released Yi Han’s hand and reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of Yi Han’s jaw, then slowly, deliberately, moving down to cup his chin. Yi Han leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment of pure bliss. The world outside the dimly lit office ceased to exist. There was only Jin Woo, his touch, his scent, his overwhelming presence.

Jin Woo leaned closer, his breath ghosting over Yi Han’s lips. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he confessed, his voice a low, husky whisper. Yi Han opened his eyes, his own desire mirroring the longing he saw in Jin Woo’s. He didn’t need words. He tilted his head up, offering himself, a silent invitation.

And then, Jin Woo’s lips met his. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration, a seeking of reassurance. But as Yi Han responded, his own pent-up emotions bursting forth, the kiss deepened, becoming a passionate, hungry exchange. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled, and the office dissolved into a swirling vortex of sensation. Yi Han felt Jin Woo’s hand slide from his jaw to the back of his neck, pulling him closer still, deepening the embrace until they were pressed against each other, the thin fabric of their uniforms offering little barrier to the heat that radiated between them.

Yi Han broke away for a moment, gasping for air, his lips tingling, his body thrumming with an unfamiliar excitement. He looked at Jin Woo, whose own eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving. “Jin Woo-ssi…” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I… I can’t…”

Jin Woo smiled, a slow, knowing smile. “It’s alright, Yi Han-ssi. Let it happen.” He gently cupped Yi Han’s face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear of overwhelming emotion. “Tonight, we let go.” He then leaned in and captured Yi Han’s lips again, this time with an urgency that left Yi Han breathless and wanting more. The kiss was a promise of things to come, a preamble to an unfolding intimacy that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

As the kiss continued, Jin Woo’s hands began to explore, his touch growing bolder. He gently guided Yi Han’s hands to his own waist, urging him to hold on. Yi Han’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of Jin Woo’s uniform, driven by an instinct he’d never known he possessed. Jin Woo’s own hands were busy as well, tracing the curve of Yi Han’s back, his touch igniting sparks along Yi Han’s skin. The professional barrier between them was crumbling with every touch, every sigh, every desperate whisper.

“You wear this uniform so well, Yi Han-ssi,” Jin Woo murmured against Yi Han’s lips, his voice thick with desire. “But I want to see you out of it.” His hands moved lower, finding the edge of Yi Han’s crisp shirt. Yi Han’s heart pounded. He was usually so meticulous, so proper, but now, the thought of shedding his uniform, of exposing himself to Jin Woo, sent a thrill of anticipation through him.

He nodded, a shy but eager assent. With trembling fingers, Jin Woo began to unbutton Yi Han’s shirt, each undone button revealing a glimpse of smooth, pale skin beneath. Yi Han watched, mesmerized, as Jin Woo’s dark eyes drank in the sight. The air grew even thicker, charged with a potent mixture of anticipation and raw lust. When the last button was undone, Jin Woo gently pulled the fabric apart, revealing Yi Han’s chest. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of Yi Han’s collarbone, then moving lower, his touch eliciting a soft moan from Yi Han’s lips.

“So beautiful,” Jin Woo breathed, his gaze filled with adoration. He then moved his hands to Yi Han’s pants, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Yi Han’s breath hitched. He knew what was coming, and the thought made him tremble with a delicious mix of fear and excitement. Jin Woo’s touch was deliberate, exploring, igniting every nerve ending. He unfastened Yi Han’s belt, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin of Yi Han’s hipbone, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

Then, Jin Woo’s gaze fell upon the hem of Yi Han’s skirt, a simple yet elegant piece of office attire. His eyes, however, saw not just fabric, but a tantalizing barrier that needed to be breached. A playful, almost mischievous glint appeared in his dark eyes. He gently tugged at the fabric, his fingers finding the smooth, cool material of Yi Han’s stockings. Yi Han’s eyes widened, a blush spreading across his entire face. He’d never imagined this, never dared to dream of it, but the thought of Jin Woo’s hands on him, beneath his skirt, was overwhelmingly arousing.

“May I?” Jin Woo’s voice was a low, seductive whisper, his gaze locked on Yi Han’s. Yi Han could only manage a choked nod, his throat too tight with anticipation. With a slow, deliberate grace, Jin Woo’s fingers began to work their way up the length of Yi Han’s skirt. The fabric rustled softly, a sound that seemed amplified in the quiet office. He paused at the hem, his fingertips just grazing the smooth silk of Yi Han’s underwear. Yi Han’s body tensed, every inch of him humming with anticipation.

Jin Woo’s gaze met Yi Han’s, a silent question, a challenge. Yi Han’s breath hitched as Jin Woo’s fingers, ever so gently, began to slide beneath the waistband of his underwear. The sensation was electrifying. The cool, smooth fabric against his heated skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. Jin Woo’s touch was deliberate, tantalizing, each movement building the tension to an unbearable peak. Yi Han’s fingers clenched, his nails digging into the soft leather of Jin Woo’s desk chair. He could feel Jin Woo’s eyes on him, watching his every reaction, and it only made him want more.

“You’re so… exquisite, Yi Han-ssi,” Jin Woo murmured, his voice raspy with desire. He continued his slow, torturous exploration, his fingers sliding further, teasing the sensitive flesh within. Yi Han let out a soft, involuntary groan, his head falling back against the chair. He felt Jin Woo’s thumb brush against his most sensitive point, and he cried out, a choked, desperate sound. Jin Woo’s lips parted from Yi Han’s, and he leaned closer, his gaze intent on Yi Han’s flushed face. He then lowered his head, his dark hair brushing against Yi Han’s cheek, and his lips found the sensitive skin of Yi Han’s neck. Yi Han’s body arched instinctively, craving more, needing more.

Jin Woo’s kisses grew bolder, more passionate, his tongue tracing the line of Yi Han’s jaw, then dipping lower, to the pulse fluttering wildly in his throat. Yi Han’s hands moved, finding Jin Woo’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the taut muscle beneath his uniform. He wanted to pull Jin Woo closer, to engulf him, to lose himself in this overwhelming wave of sensation.

“Please,” Yi Han whispered, his voice raw. “Jin Woo-ssi…” The plea was for more, for everything. Jin Woo’s lips moved from Yi Han’s neck, and Yi Han felt a strange pressure against his front. He opened his eyes and gasped. Jin Woo had unbuttoned his own pants, and his hard, throbbing member was pressing against Yi Han’s already aching erection through their layers of fabric. The friction was intense, unbearable. Yi Han’s hips instinctively began to move, grinding against Jin Woo’s arousal.

Jin Woo’s breath hitched. “Yi Han-ssi,” he growled, his voice thick with unfulfilled desire. He gently guided Yi Han’s hand, his own hand still intimately tangled with Yi Han’s at the front of his pants, towards the straining bulge. Yi Han’s fingers brushed against Jin Woo’s erection, the sheer size and hardness of it sending a jolt of pure desire through him. He felt Jin Woo’s fingers tremble slightly as Yi Han’s own hand hesitantly, then with increasing confidence, began to stroke the thick shaft. The sensation was incredible, almost overwhelming. He could feel the heat radiating from Jin Woo’s body, the rough texture of his skin, the veins that throbbed beneath the surface.

Jin Woo let out a groan, his head thrown back as Yi Han’s unskilled but eager ministrations worked their magic. “Ah… Yi Han-ssi… you’re… you’re incredible,” he gasped, his body tensing with each stroke. Yi Han, emboldened by Jin Woo’s reaction, continued his exploration, his movements becoming more fluid, more confident. He cupped Jin Woo’s balls, his touch eliciting a low groan of pleasure. He squeezed gently, then released, watching as Jin Woo’s pupils dilated with intensity.

“I want to taste you, Yi Han-ssi,” Jin Woo suddenly whispered, his voice strained. He gently pushed Yi Han back into the chair, his gaze never leaving Yi Han’s face. He then slowly, deliberately, unbuckled Yi Han’s belt. The sound of the buckle releasing seemed deafening. Yi Han’s heart pounded as Jin Woo’s fingers found the top button of his skirt. He hesitated for a moment, then with a slow, sensual movement, began to unfasten it. The fabric of the skirt loosened, and Jin Woo’s fingers slid beneath the hem, finding the delicate lace of Yi Han’s underwear. Yi Han whimpered, his body arching again. Jin Woo’s touch was heavenly, sending waves of pleasure through him. He felt Jin Woo’s thumb brush against his clit, and he cried out, his body convulsive.

Jin Woo’s lips found Yi Han’s again, his kisses deepening, becoming more demanding. His hand continued its ministrations, his fingers working their magic beneath the lace. Yi Han felt himself building towards a climax, his body writhing with pleasure. He moaned Jin Woo’s name, his voice a desperate plea. Jin Woo’s grip tightened, his thumb pressing harder, and Yi Han cried out as he finally surrendered to the overwhelming wave of pleasure. His body convulsed, his vision blurring as a cascade of intense orgasmic sensations washed over him. He clung to Jin Woo, gasping for breath, his mind blissfully blank.

Jin Woo held him close, murmuring soft words of comfort and praise against his ear. When Yi Han’s trembling subsided, he felt Jin Woo’s lips move lower, towards his rapidly throbbing member. He opened his eyes, his vision still a little hazy, and saw Jin Woo’s dark, earnest gaze fixed on him. Jin Woo then lowered his head, his tongue flicking out, and touched the very tip of Yi Han’s erection. A gasp escaped Yi Han’s lips. Jin Woo’s mouth was warm and wet, and he began to suck, gently at first, then with increasing intensity. Yi Han’s hands clenched, his nails digging into Jin Woo’s dark hair. The sensation was almost too much to bear. Jin Woo’s tongue swirled around his head, his lips creating a vacuum that drew Yi Han’s erection deeper into his mouth. Yi Han cried out, his hips bucking against Jin Woo’s mouth, wanting more, needing to be filled.

“Ah… Jin Woo-ssi…” he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure. Jin Woo’s pace quickened, his tongue now working him with an expert hand. Yi Han felt himself building again, this time with a ferocity he’d never known. He thrust his hips forward, begging for more. Jin Woo’s jaw worked rhythmically, his throat expanding as Yi Han’s erection slid deeper into his mouth. Finally, with a choked cry, Yi Han exploded, his semen gushing into Jin Woo’s mouth, a hot, sweet torrent. He felt Jin Woo swallow, a low groan of satisfaction rumbling in his chest.

When Yi Han’s tremors finally subsided, he felt Jin Woo pull away, his lips glistening. Jin Woo looked at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of passion and tenderness. “You are truly magnificent, Yi Han-ssi,” he whispered, his voice husky. He then reached for his own discarded pants, his movements still slightly clumsy with desire. He pulled them back on, his erection still straining against the fabric. He then turned his attention back to Yi Han, his gaze lingering on Yi Han’s disheveled state. He gently reached out, his fingers brushing away a stray strand of hair from Yi Han’s flushed cheek.

“I want to return the favor,” Jin Woo murmured, his eyes filled with a burning desire. He then stood and moved to stand in front of Yi Han, his dark eyes scanning the younger man’s face with an intense, possessive gaze. He slowly, deliberately, unbuttoned Yi Han’s skirt, his fingers lingering on the warm skin beneath. Yi Han’s breath hitched as Jin Woo’s hands found the delicate lace of his underwear. He felt Jin Woo’s fingers slide beneath the fabric, teasing and caressing his swollen cock. Yi Han moaned, his hips arching in response. Jin Woo’s thumb brushed against his glans, and Yi Han cried out, his body tensing.

“You’re so ready for me, Yi Han-ssi,” Jin Woo whispered, his voice a low growl. He then reached for his own pants again, his movements deliberate and full of anticipation. He quickly removed them, revealing his fully erect member, thick and hard. Yi Han stared, his breath catching in his throat. It was magnificent. Jin Woo then reached for Yi Han’s skirt, and with a slow, sensual pull, drew it up. Yi Han’s underwear was immediately exposed, a thin, lacy barrier to the raw desire that pulsed between them. Jin Woo’s eyes locked with Yi Han’s, a silent question in their depths. Yi Han nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. Jin Woo’s fingers found the edge of Yi Han’s underwear, and with a slow, deliberate motion, began to slide them down. The lace parted, revealing Yi Han’s flushed cock, already slick with pre-cum. Jin Woo’s eyes darkened with desire.

“You’re beautiful,” Jin Woo breathed, his gaze fixed on Yi Han’s erection. He then lowered his head, his lips finding the throbbing head of Yi Han’s cock. Yi Han gasped as Jin Woo’s mouth closed around him, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Jin Woo’s suction was intense, drawing Yi Han’s erection deeper into his mouth. Yi Han’s fingers clenched, his nails digging into Jin Woo’s dark hair. He cried out, his hips bucking against Jin Woo’s mouth, wanting more, needing to be filled. Jin Woo’s pace quickened, his tongue working him with an expert hand. Yi Han felt himself building again, this time with a ferocity he’d never known. He thrust his hips forward, begging for more. Jin Woo’s jaw worked rhythmically, his throat expanding as Yi Han’s erection slid deeper into his mouth. Finally, with a choked cry, Yi Han exploded, his semen gushing into Jin Woo’s mouth, a hot, sweet torrent. He felt Jin Woo swallow, a low groan of satisfaction rumbling in his chest.

When Yi Han’s tremors finally subsided, he felt Jin Woo pull away, his lips glistening. Jin Woo looked at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of passion and tenderness. “You are truly magnificent, Yi Han-ssi,” he whispered, his voice husky. He then reached for his own discarded pants, his movements still slightly clumsy with desire. He pulled them back on, his erection still straining against the fabric. He then turned his attention back to Yi Han, his gaze lingering on Yi Han’s disheveled state. He gently reached out, his fingers brushing away a stray strand of hair from Yi Han’s flushed cheek.

“I want to make love to you, Yi Han-ssi,” Jin Woo murmured, his voice laced with a profound sincerity that melted Yi Han’s remaining reservations. He reached out, his hands gently cupping Yi Han’s face. “I want to feel you inside me.” Yi Han’s heart leaped. He had never imagined such a request, never dared to dream of it, but the idea of Jin Woo filling him, claiming him, was overwhelmingly arousing. He nodded, his throat too tight for words.

Jin Woo smiled, a slow, triumphant smile that sent a shiver of anticipation through Yi Han. He then gently guided Yi Han to lie back on the plush leather of his executive chair, the coolness a stark contrast to the heat that had engulfed them. With painstaking care, Jin Woo’s fingers began to unbutton Yi Han’s skirt, each movement deliberate and sensual. The fabric parted, revealing the smooth expanse of Yi Han’s thighs, clad only in delicate lace underwear. Jin Woo’s gaze lingered, his eyes burning with an unspoken hunger. He then reached for his own pants, his movements swift and decisive, discarding them to reveal his magnificent, throbbing erection, thick and hard, a testament to his powerful desire. He knelt before Yi Han, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of reverence and raw lust. He gently parted Yi Han’s legs, his fingers tracing the curve of his inner thighs. Yi Han’s breath hitched as Jin Woo’s touch grew bolder, his fingers sliding beneath the delicate lace of Yi Han’s underwear. Yi Han moaned, his body arching instinctively, his erection throbbing against Jin Woo’s tentative exploration.

“So ready for me,” Jin Woo whispered, his voice a low growl. He then leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive flesh of Yi Han’s cock. Yi Han gasped, his fingers clenching as Jin Woo’s mouth enveloped him, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Jin Woo’s suction was intense, drawing Yi Han’s erection deeper into his mouth. Yi Han’s hands clenched, his nails digging into Jin Woo’s dark hair. He cried out, his hips bucking against Jin Woo’s mouth, wanting more, needing to be filled. Jin Woo’s pace quickened, his tongue working him with an expert hand. Yi Han felt himself building again, this time with a ferocity he’d never known. He thrust his hips forward, begging for more. Jin Woo’s jaw worked rhythmically, his throat expanding as Yi Han’s erection slid deeper into his mouth. Finally, with a choked cry, Yi Han exploded, his semen gushing into Jin Woo’s mouth, a hot, sweet torrent. He felt Jin Woo swallow, a low groan of satisfaction rumbling in his chest.

When Yi Han’s tremors finally subsided, he felt Jin Woo pull away, his lips glistening. Jin Woo looked at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of passion and tenderness. “You are truly magnificent, Yi Han-ssi,” he whispered, his voice husky. He then gently rose and positioned himself between Yi Han’s legs, his dark eyes fixed on Yi Han’s flushed face. He reached down, his fingers gently parting Yi Han’s trembling thighs. Yi Han could feel Jin Woo’s hardness pressing against him, a burning promise of what was to come. Jin Woo then carefully, deliberately, began to guide his erection towards Yi Han’s waiting asshole. Yi Han whimpered, his body tensing with anticipation. He felt the tip of Jin Woo’s cock press against him, a hot, insistent pressure. Jin Woo’s eyes met his, and Yi Han nodded, a silent plea for him to continue. With a slow, agonizingly deliberate push, Jin Woo began to enter him. Yi Han cried out, his body clenching around Jin Woo’s thick shaft. The sensation was intense, a burning fullness that was both painful and incredibly pleasurable. Jin Woo paused, murmuring words of reassurance against Yi Han’s lips. He then began to move, slowly at first, his hips grinding against Yi Han’s, pushing deeper with each thrust. Yi Han’s moans filled the office, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. He wrapped his legs around Jin Woo’s waist, pulling him closer, urging him on. The pace quickened, Jin Woo’s thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. Yi Han’s body arched, his pleasure building with each agonizingly delicious penetration. He could feel Jin Woo’s rhythm, his power, his raw desire, and he met it with his own, their bodies moving in a primal dance of lust. “Ah… Jin Woo-ssi…” he panted, his voice hoarse with ecstasy. “Don’t stop…”

Jin Woo growled, his eyes dark with passion. “Never,” he vowed, his thrusts deepening, driving them both closer to the precipice. Yi Han felt himself losing control, his body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. He could feel Jin Woo’s climax building, his own body responding in kind. With a final, powerful thrust, Jin Woo buried himself deep within Yi Han, his body tensing as he let out a guttural roar. Yi Han cried out, his own orgasm erupting in a blinding flash of pleasure, his semen gushing out to meet Jin Woo’s, a perfect, messy creampie that sealed their passionate encounter. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, lost in the aftershocks of their shared ecstasy. In the quiet of the office, amidst the discarded uniforms and the lingering scent of their lovemaking, they found a new intimacy, a bond forged in passion and desire, a secret shared between them, a testament to the extraordinary bond they had found within the Solo Leveling universe, a bond that transcended mere duty and embraced the deepest of human connections.