Intermittent moans leaked through their interlocked lips. The kiss that came back instead of an answer was completely different from before. The shift brought by “last time” tore off the man’s mask. Leaning into the forearm wrapped around his back, Leonardo embraced Hugo’s broad shoulders.
With one hand, he grasped the back of the man’s hot neck and tilted his head diagonally. Before he could even register the tremble of his tense lips, a scorching trail began to tease Leonardo’s delicate mucous membrane.
After lingering along the line of his lips and finishing its exploration, a tongue suddenly pushed in. Unlike before, when it had gently soothed and pushed in with breaths, it was extremely skilled—and aggressive.
“Mmm...!”
Along with his quickening heartbeat, his body trembled, deep with joy and bewilderment. Leonardo curled the fingertips resting on Hugo’s shoulders. He reflexively pulled his neck back, but the hand gripping his chin tilted his head and firmly pressed their lips together. His mouth, crushed by the strong hold, helplessly opened.
As he looked up with furrowed brows, the man’s long tongue mercilessly burrowed into the secret gap.
“Mmph, hah...”
Though he had been the one to rush in first... Leonardo was both surprised and delighted by His Excellency’s unexpected side. The man, who had seemed like a symbol of abstinence, was densely and thickly exploring him like a snake. As if releasing everything he’d been holding back at once, his probing force was fierce and sticky at the same time.
The cold man’s boiling gaze not only made his spine shiver, but also left him feeling his breath cut off. It was different from the jewel-like eyes he had seen through the bubbles underwater. It wasn’t the refreshing sky, either. Today, it was an abyss with unknowable depth.
Leonardo floundered in that abyss, unable to see an inch ahead. Each time, the brushing of their noses and foreheads spread a tingling sensation, like needles pricking. Having his heart connected to an adult much older than him, and engraving each other, brought forth an indescribable sense of fulfillment.
And it was the same for Hugo. The thought that he had been drawn to a fearless young man was momentary, as he felt a heartbeat more vivid than his own from the chest pressed against him.
There was a time when he had turned over the bedding again and again to find the artery, afraid that this heartbeat might stop, but now it revealed a presence more intense than anything in the world—as if there was no need for that anymore.
Even in a situation where he had lost his composure, Hugo was deeply immersed in the person in front of him. He newly realized that this hot, pulsating, young and healthy body was clinging to him, wanting him.
As if to reciprocate, he swam through the narrow mouth to find the hidden impudence. He captured even the breath trying to escape, violating it between their lips.
His downcast blue eyes, even in the midst of thirst, stared at the tightly interlocked golden eyelashes. The more intimately he rummaged, the more faithfully the eyelids reacted, darkly staining his inner thoughts. He had no intention of hiding it.
His large upper body pressed down on the supple body and sucked on the lower lip. He persistently rubbed the soft flesh beyond the protruding canines, using even the root of his tongue.
“Hah, mmph, ah...”
“Haa...”
The tongue, heated by passion, slowly slipped out. As they enjoyed the play while tightly joined without a gap, a sweet taste bloomed on the sensitized tongue. With the urge to swallow everything, Hugo unknowingly sucked at the tender mucous membrane, almost sadistically.
Leonardo, whose nose was numbed by the adult’s scent, shuddered his shoulders as the sensual, pure sound stimulated his ears.
Obscene sounds—unbelievable to have been created by the ascetic man and himself—leaked out. As if imagining something, the heartbeats tangled in their touching chests had somehow matched the rhythm of their bodies.
Each time he accepted the descending breath, his upper body kept being pushed back.
‘Heavy...’
He didn’t know how many times he had already stepped back. When he finally staggered and misstepped, Hugo crushed him in an embrace, then repeatedly loosened his strength.
While gripping the back of his head, he ran his rough hand through his hair, then descended as if swimming and gently kneaded his neck.
Leonardo, gasping for the breath trapped in him, turned his head as if asking for a gap to make his intention known.
“Haa, wai-”
Wondering if he had pushed too hard, Hugo stopped and separated their bent lips. Saliva stretched long, and Leonardo, whose face had turned red in the meantime, spoke while panting in Hugo’s arms:
“You can, ah, hold me tightly.”
“...What?”
“On purpose... ha, you don’t have to be gentle.”
He took breaths in between and tugged at Hugo’s forearm, pressing his flushed face against it. It was because the man’s hand, which alternated between good and evil unlike his ruthless lips, still seemed unable to grasp how to proceed.
As if saying it was okay to reveal a little more desire—to continue—Leonardo, head lowered, licked Hugo’s mouth, glistening with his own saliva.
The cool gaze stared blankly at the beauty’s urging lick. At that moment, Hugo felt as if something inside him had snapped.
“Mmph...!”
Unable to bring himself to grab his hair, he gripped the white neck so tightly it left marks. As if everything until now had been foreplay, he poured in his parched desire and led their entangled legs with force.
Leonardo, whose feet were slightly lifted, was carried to the waiting room wall by Hugo. Hugo, who made him lean back a bit roughly, took the warm hands resting on his shoulders and wrapped them around his own neck.
“You’ve finally—”
The blue eyes that had been like the sea rippled like lava. The low-flowing voice scratched his throat as if angry, reciting:
“...You’ve finally broken me.”
“Ngh, mmm...”
In Hugo’s view, the golden eyes were soaked in ecstasy. While cupping his cheek and crushing his eyelids, he bit and sucked at his already swollen lips.
He gripped the beauty he couldn’t bring himself to break in both hands and collided messily, from the tip of his nose to his chin. Saliva leaked out with squelching sounds, but he didn’t care.
Leonardo caressed the temples of the man whose blood vessels stood out, hot like his own. Even though he felt like he would suffocate to death, he cracked his eyes open and yearned for that mouth that, unbelievably, seemed to be his.
In this moment, he soothed the desire of His Excellency, who knew nothing but himself, with his tongue—then firmly bit his lower lip and grinned.
As air brushed through his teeth, Hugo’s eyelids, which had been immersed, reacted.
“It’s not, mmm, that I broke you.”
“You’re weak to me.”
“...”
As he spoke, Leonardo sucked in Hugo’s lips that had slipped out again. He mumbled sensually, then slipped away again, tickling with the tip of his tongue.
“I didn’t do anything.”
He knew the impudent mouth’s words and actions didn’t match, but this time it was severe. Hugo thought so.
‘This is serious.’
The curved eye-smile was wicked. He wanted to kiss those eyes right away and wet them with tears or saliva. Unnatural blood rushed to his upright face at the ignoble thoughts.
Leonardo’s touch settled on those flushed cheeks. Then he pulled him in and pressed his swollen lips against him as if telling him to admit it. Hugo, who followed where Leonardo led, slowly closed his eyes in the ripe kiss. Soon, he laughed quietly—haha.
Seeing him melt helplessly, he couldn’t deny that he was weak. Instead, he pressed their lower bodies together and gripped the small, sweaty chin.
“Yes, let’s see how weak I am.”
He pressed his cheeks hollow to make his mouth open, then whispered with his eyes as if telling him to stick out his tongue. Leonardo’s chin, excited, trembled slightly—just enough for Hugo to feel. The naughty lips that only chose provocations quivered eagerly, as if enjoying the gaze.
The red tongue that flashed momentarily stole his consciousness. Hugo gave up on patience and pushed in his own breath.
The sticky secret talk disguised as a farewell climaxed next to a corner invisible from the end of the long corridor.
Beside the golden hair that had spilled down the wall, the back of the man’s hand, veins prominent, braced against it. The stone wall that absorbed the suppressed instinct was crushed in Hugo’s grip, drawing a precarious crack.
Below that, Leonardo, head sharply bent, took a brief breath, pretending to be in pain.
“Ah, my... my neck hurts.”
“It hurts?”
Hugo followed his face as it tried to avoid him and deeply kissed the corners of his ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) mouth and cheeks. Then, as if he might run away from the arms trapping him, he wrapped his hands around and twisted Leonardo’s thighs with both hands.
Leonardo, who hadn’t been prepared for that, startled and jumped.
“Wha-what?”
Hugo lifted him up and slightly loosened his strength, then interlocked his fingers under his waist and supported his firm yet soft buttocks. Leonardo naturally ended up wrapping his legs around Hugo’s waist. He clung like a cicada to an old tree, embracing the other’s neck to keep his balance.
The old tree was so large and solid it didn’t shake, but it was his first time, so the distance from the ground felt dizzying for no reason.
Then his back touched the wall, risen even higher. As his posture stabilized roughly, Leonardo placed his hands on those broad shoulders and blankly looked down at Hugo.
“What is this?”
The blue eyes, now lowered in height, curved gently toward him. The firm abdomen pressed between his legs and kindly asked:
“How is it—does it not hurt like this?”
