By Zephyria “How is it, doesn’t it hurt like this?”
“……”
Leonardo, speechless, moved his lips. It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt, but his head was all white… no, all black.
Did he really not know where he was touching now? Or did he know, but was doing this on purpose?
It felt like all the blood in his body was rushing to one place where their bodies were touching. Moreover, every time the other person exhaled, his abdomen contracted and expanded repeatedly. The subtle movement that tickled between his thighs spread a strange heat to his lower abdomen, beyond the unfamiliarity he had felt when he first rode a horse.
As Leonardo only opened his mouth without answering, Hugo, who had no intention of listening in the first place, leaned forward and brought his face closer. His terrified hands did his best to block the approaching chest and shameless lips.
“W-wait! This position is weird―.”
“What’s weird?”
“T-that, ah, don’t. Put me down.”
Leonardo struggled on top of Hugo, unable to put strength into his thighs or release it. Being suspended in the air, stuck between the wall and the man, stimulated his sensitive areas the more he moved. That place often made decisions on its own without agreement, so he couldn’t even struggle too much this time for fear that it would easily inflate his expectations.
The large hands supporting his bottom were also very distracting. Unlike a little while ago when he was acting relaxed, Leonardo’s neck and ears turned bright red as if they would burst.
With the ripe skin and earlobes in front of him, his blue eyes shone faintly. The way he was struggling after provoking him first was quite cute.
But at the same time, it was also stimulating enough to make him want to bite down and burst the flesh. Hugo didn’t want to let him go like this, so he decided to use a slightly underhanded trick.
“You said you’d give me a gift.”
“…Wh―.”
Leonardo, who was about to retort, stopped. Hugo’s lips, pressed down by his rude hand, made a sticky waterway along the furrows of his palm.
Leonardo, whose eyes were red, trembled with his hands covering his face. Through the gaps in his spread fingers, bestial eyes flashed towards him.
“You said you’d repay me. Then, you have to pay the price.”
A strange sound leaked out sporadically in the gaps of his breath. Like in a humid cave, the man’s voice vibrated in his hot hands.
Whether it was shock or acceptance, the resisting palms lost their strength and slid down. Leonardo felt a chilling thrill run down his spine, chewed on the inside of his cheek, and muttered curses inwardly.
‘…Crazy bastard.’
His beautiful brow, leaning against the wall, was crumpled with excitement. He glared at the blue eyes and lips drenched in lust, then hugged his lithe waist with his trembling legs as if to put pressure on him.
His palm, wet with saliva, groped at one of the man’s cheeks, which was particularly swollen.
“You… you’re like a really bad old man.”
His thick, handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly. Soon, they relaxed and he chuckled.
“Well, you’re not wrong.”
Hugo tilted his head against the hot, damp palm that had covered his cheek. Then, he sucked on the plump skin connected to his thumb, making a sound.
“You know what I want. So hurry up and give it to me.”
Unlike his childishly pleading words, his angry breath was far from pure. Leonardo’s mind became dazed as if he had been hypnotized by the longing-filled shadows in his eyes.
Hugo Agrizendro was caressing his palm and begging for affection. Moreover, the object of his affection was himself, who had always been treated like a child.
He could have done it first, but he was waiting patiently for a reward from a lower position, saying that he would follow his choice.
“You told me… not to be curious about adults’ stories.”
However, Leonardo, who had hidden his flushed inner thoughts, rubbed his fingers thickly around his lips.
“You always treat me like a child, so how would I know?”
His arrogantly lowered eyes seemed to indicate that he would decide whether to bestow upon him depending on his answer. The quick-witted guy was pretending not to know, especially at times like this. Hugo narrowed his brow with impatience.
He stared intently at him, then leaned in and whispered the secret that only his Emperor wanted at this moment.
“I don’t kiss kids.”
Leonardo’s chest swelled and then sank.
‘I’m going crazy.’
Even words that weren’t a big deal sounded excessively lewd and lovely when heard from this mouth.
Leonardo grabbed Hugo’s cheeks and couldn’t hold back this time, pouring out his impulse first. He sighed, wondering if a man’s face could be this sexy. Hugo’s lips, which had fully accepted his embrace, soon parted softly.
A tongue stained with greed crawled out and greeted the innocent lust that was swept away by a single word. Leonardo bit Hugo’s welcome between his teeth and shook him from side to side without hurting him.
“Ugh, ugh―.”
“Hmm….”
Like a beast trying to cut off its prey’s breath, he raised his teeth and scratched until his mucous membranes stung. Sordid labial sounds and two low moans intersected. The humming-like voices that couldn’t even become lyrics were more melodious than any symphony to Hugo’s ears.
They played each other as instruments, following the conductor called instinct. He stretched his neck straight in accordance with the direction and fully accepted the bite of the young lion.
Occasionally, he tilted his head to adjust the angle so that they could be more deeply intertwined. At the same time, he patted his bottom gently with his hand as if telling him not to get indigestion and to eat slowly.
However, he was also a beast consumed by desire, so his hand, which had lost its ego, would occasionally grab his buttocks tightly on its own. Whenever the thick palm revealed its presence from below, Leonardo, startled, released the tongue he had been biting and raised his head.
“Haa, ha….”
His rough breath scattered towards the ceiling of the waiting room. The blond hair, wet with heat, clung to his skin and shone with a sensual color.
Hugo stared silently up at the other’s face, which had been dyed sensually.
“…Leo.”
He rolled the sweet name on the tip of his tongue and leaned his scattered forehead against his shoulder.
As he closed his eyes tightly, he felt the throbbing of his pounding heart on his flushed cheeks. Hugo buried his face in the fabric of his clothes, which were filled with the scent of sunlight, and murmured quietly.
“Are you really going?”
At that moment, the shoulders that had been rising and falling regularly stopped abruptly. The breath that had been exhaling evenly also became discordant, like a cacophony.
Hugo, who fully felt the agitation, opened his eyes halfway and raised his head. His lips were directed towards the area around Leonardo’s chin, which he couldn’t reach.
For some reason, he felt that if he kissed him now, there would be no turning back, so Leonardo turned his head away, avoiding the approaching lips.
The relentless shaking of his head revealed his ripe Adam’s apple and choker starkly. Hugo bit the reddish nape of his neck slightly, as if trying to make a scratch near the black shackle.
“Ah…!”
Leonardo’s eyes sparked and his body twitched greatly. Hugo didn’t care and continued to torment his delicate skin, sucking on it. As if to leave an indelible mark, he left a mark deeper than the Leash.
“Haa, don’t―. I… put me down.”
Red and blue welts and flushed pleas bloomed like flowers everywhere he passed.
“If you tell me one of your secrets, I’ll put you down.”
Leonardo, who had been shrinking his neck and avoiding him, lowered his eyes slightly. Dewy eyelashes hung like beads over his Gold Eyes.
“……”
However, his teary eyes, which were moist with lust, were soon filled with embarrassment.
It was as if he was saying that he would give up his lips, but not his secrets, so Hugo eventually smiled bitterly.
“…Okay. Don’t, then.”
He blocked the wicked lips that didn’t speak with his own lips. So that he could never use them for other purposes, he stirred the oar of longing and diligently trained him to only kiss him.
Occasionally, a moan escaped from the gap in Leonardo’s parted lips. It wasn’t intentional. It was because of the weight that suppressed his whole body and the tongue of another that now roamed his mouth as if it were his own.
Unlike himself, the skillful tip of the tongue, which scratched at his nerves without even raising a single one, was the only god and destroyer who ruined his world.
If he stretched out one arm to the side, he would see the sunset light pouring in, and beyond it, there would be a line of guards waiting for His Excellency’s orders. But with less than 100m left, he was coveting their lord, and their lord was coveting him.
“Ugh, ah….”
Leonardo was swept away by an inexplicable sense of depravity. Was it because the panting that didn’t seem to belong to each other echoed in the vast waiting room? Or was it because he harbored unspeakable inner thoughts towards the upright other and hugged his neck, begging for affection?
Either way, his thoughts couldn’t continue for long.
He was only doing his best to hide the lewd secrets that were about to leak out from the dense kiss in each other’s arms.