By Zephyria The hesitant voice was wet as if soaked in water. As the last chime passed, Hugo’s mind went blank for a moment.
It was such a bewitching remark that he forgot what he originally wanted to hear. It was unlikely, but it sounded almost pleading.
Was he telling him to stop? Or to do more?
Whatever Leonardo’s intention was, Hugo gave more weight to the latter. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to embrace his neck from this angle, look up with a mournful face, and mention his birthday.
“…Ha.”
As the echoes spreading through the stadium faded, his neat lips hardened before helplessly melting.
There was nothing more uncomfortable than receiving congratulations from others on a false day. It had been over 10 years since he had been living under the guise of a Duke, so he was used to it now. His innate nature was to distance himself from what was false and to value what was true and good. Therefore, the past days when he hid his identity in front of everyone made him endlessly tormented and isolated.
But was it because the person conveying the congratulations shared the same pain as him, or because he was enduring even greater pain than him? Hugo felt that he couldn’t be proud in front of Leonardo, who didn’t know that he was from Bermuda, but at the same time, he felt that the message of congratulations he gave was like a divine revelation to absolve the sins of his false life.
Even if it was just a self-serving interpretation, he wanted to believe it at this moment.
Hugo leaned his head on Leonardo’s head as if collapsing. He shared the warm heat and body temperature and hugged Leonardo tightly in that state.
“…?”
A crack appeared in his beautiful eyebrows, and his sunken eyelids trembled finely. Leonardo, who had been watching the subtle emotional changes, gasped at the sudden pressure on his chest. He almost made a sound, but he didn’t let it out. It was the first time, except when he was caught while running away from the peninsula. Being restrained in his arms with such force.
The Legion Commander generally adjusted his strength because he was worried that his shoulders would hurt, so his actions of hugging him as if he would crush his ribs were quite embarrassing, to put it mildly.
“…What’s wrong?”
He asked in a muffled voice because his chest and neck were being pressed down. After a moment, a low laugh echoed in his ear. Leonardo, who had been wondering, glanced sideways. But since he had his chin on the other’s shoulder, he couldn’t see his face. But at least he knew that the man was happy.
‘Is he that happy that I congratulated him?’
He must have heard it so much that his ears were worn out, but if he reacted like this, he could tell him all day long.
Leonardo awkwardly hugged Hugo in his arms before intertwining his hands in the neatly arranged hair behind his neck. As he indulged in the sensation like flowing water, the golden eyebrows, which had been strained, loosened. His body, which had been drooping like a wet stuffed animal, was wrapped around his solid upper body.
But soon, his spine tensed as he felt his hands stroking from his back to his buttocks. The sweat on his forehead soaked his temples and flowed down.
He tried to twist his waist to avoid it naturally, but it seemed like an impatient gesture, so he stopped.
In that instant, the thigh that was still between his legs fell slightly before sticking to him again in a dull manner.
Hot breath flowed into his ear.
“You’re hard.”
His wriggling body stopped.
“……”
Then, the breath he was exhaling trembled finely. Leonardo couldn’t bring himself to lift his head, even though it was hidden in the darkness.
Like a butterfly caught in a trap, he only repeated the act of slightly moving his wing tips. The hand that had been caressing the man’s neck acted stiffly as if trying to hide his agitation. But the moment his lips touched his earlobe, he reflexively clenched his fingertips.
“Shall I help you?”
“Ah…”
He didn’t know he would mention it so directly, or that he would come so close. Leonardo shrank his neck and shoulders, avoiding the caressing whisper.
Instead, he felt his own, which was clinging to him, helplessly raising its head. Leonardo bit his lip and furrowed his brow. It was all because of that compound. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be reacting so faithfully just by hearing a single word, like this, like this…
“…Are you crazy? Right now―”
Leonardo tried hard to keep his mind. But the answer that came back was absurd.
“I received congratulations, so I want to return the favor. It’s because of me that you’re like this.”
His words pretended to be perfectly normal, but his true intentions were not. Leonardo moved his lips as if he was dumbfounded.
“…This isn’t your private room, either.”
“Does that mean it’s okay if it’s a private room?”
“That’s not what I mean, hng…”
Hugo’s inner lips slowly bit and released his flushed earlobe. That small act alone made Leonardo’s spine flinch.
Moisture seeped into his skin. Like a hot tropical night.
Hugo noticed that the sound of his suppressed breathing was different from before. He also knew that his body was getting uncontrollably hot, and that a good scent was emanating from it in the meantime.
He wanted to smell it a little deeper, so he buried his lips and nose in his neck and asked.
“Leo, have you forgotten who owns this territory?”
The eyelashes, tangled with water droplets, trembled finely. Hugo couldn’t resist and bit his ripe neck once more. He suddenly wondered how high his temperature could rise, but it was probably because he had other intentions besides pure curiosity.
“With my will alone, any place on this land can become a private space. Your Duke is more convenient than you think.”
Each time his voice scattered, the sensation of his lips fluttering was terribly stimulating. Leonardo, who had been holding the back of Hugo’s head, leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling, letting out a heavy sigh. At the same time, he tightened his stomach as he felt his hands groping from his pelvis to his lower abdomen.
As all sorts of pressure gathered there and hardened, Hugo moderately separated his touching chest. Then, he tilted his head slightly and looked at his flushed face.
“It seems like it will be difficult for you if you go out in this state.”
It was the utmost kindness to brush back his fallen hair with his lips. Leonardo closed and opened his eyes tightly. Then, the eyes he met, lifting his twitching chin, were terribly glistening for someone who was worried about him. So it was dangerous to believe his words, which were coaxing him as if to “make him comfortable,” at face value. But…
‘My body is strange.’
He could clearly feel that his condition was different from usual. Even if it was the touch of the man’s hand that he had been drawing for months, it was unlike him to react so faithfully.
‘Does that flower or whatever have an aphrodisiac effect?’
Leonardo couldn’t guess how flushed his face, hidden in the deep darkness, would be. So he tried to narrow his eyes sharply and pretend to be relaxed. But contrary to his will, his breathing became increasingly rough, and even the act of biting his lips to endure it looked seductive.
The space between his excited thighs couldn’t push away the man’s intrusion at all. His golden eyes, soaked in ecstasy, gradually distorted.
Hugo, who had been persistently staring at that figure, slowly moved his hand to the center. Leonardo’s buckle slowly loosened, and their eyes met squarely. As if telling him to speak if he didn’t like it.
Leonardo licked his lip that he had been biting. He knew that it would look that way, even though that wasn’t his intention.
He grabbed the Duke’s forearm and pulled him towards him. Soon, he whispered in a wet voice.
“Finish it quickly.”
“Ah, eugh…”
Unlike his appearance of leading the way with composure, Leonardo bit Hugo’s lips like a gag to suppress the flowing voice. Hugo’s hand, which willingly offered his tongue even to the lion’s bite, had already grabbed the clear outline over his damp underwear. He was a Water Mage, so he couldn’t not know the situation in damp places, but it was true that he was a little surprised that it was wetter than he had thought.
‘Is he originally a watery type?’
Or is it because he’s in his prime?
Either way, he was happy. He wanted to ask the reason directly, but he decided to refrain from it because it would look like a dirty old man’s entertainment. Instead, Hugo carefully caressed the flesh that was blatantly visible over the wet surface as if handling glass.
“Hng… eugh…”
Leonardo shook his waist as if urging him on. Hugo gradually began to apply pressure.
A moan that couldn’t be buried leaked through his lips. His experienced grip intuitively grabbed the testicles under the most solid-looking pillar. He slowly massaged them several times as they were. Each time he gave strength, the soft flesh swelled and drooped between his fingers.
It felt more like an act to fulfill his own desires than to help.
Before he could catch up with the heat, cool fingers wrapped around a sensitive spot.
Leonardo, struggling against the unfamiliar sensation, felt the blood rush to his groin, causing him to groan again. The center, heated by the blood flow, made the temperature difference with the other person even more stark. The foreign sensation between his legs caused the veins on the back of his hand, which was clutching the Legion Commander’s collar, to bulge. The pillar swelling in size also became more prominent.
Hugo’s palm lingered there as if trying to imprint his fingerprints. His actions were leisurely, oblivious to the other person’s impatience. Frustrated, Leonardo grabbed his wrist and tried to shake it himself.
“Hah, hurry up—.”
“Rushing will only cause injury.”
Hugo lightly dismissed the reaction. Instead, he intently stared at the other person as if savoring the moment. His eyes, devoid of any hint of a smile, seemed to be those of a person obsessed with exploration, despite his pretense of composure.
Under that gaze, Leonardo felt naked even though he was clearly wearing clothes.
It would be a lie to say that he had never masturbated while thinking of this man. But the fact that the object of his fantasies was now unbuckling his pants and putting his hand directly inside was another matter entirely. The overwhelming excitement made his insides churn.
How did this happen? His mind was muddled, but he couldn’t delve too deeply into it. His nerves were being sharply scratched by the gentle stroking of his shaft, so there was no way he could think properly.
Honestly, it felt unreal, but the man’s eyes, scrutinizing his every expression, reminded him that it was not a dream. Just then, a large palm slipped deep inside his now-transparent underwear.
“Agh…!”
His thighs reflexively tightened at the sensation of bare skin. The large hand spread its palm wide and used the back of its hand to pull down the underwear that had served its purpose.
As the damp piece of fabric fell away, his shaft, soaked in pre-cum, sprang out with vigor. The tautly swollen glans trembled within Hugo’s palm before they had even made contact.
At the teasing sensation, his blue eyes darkened.