By Zephyria 
The blue irises surged over him like a tidal wave. A short, moist kiss heralded its arrival, and then it crashed down. Even after His Grace lowered himself and knelt before him, Leonardo struggled to emerge from the waves.
He only came to his senses belatedly when a lukewarm palm gripped his thigh.
‘…!’
Against an irresistible force, his legs were spread nearly 90 degrees. As the cool air invaded the pooled heat, his hands shot out first, embarrassingly so.
“W-wait a moment!”
He had lost count of how many times he’d cried ‘wait a moment’ today. Instead of pressing down the lifted robe, he cupped His Grace’s cheeks with both hands. The man’s eyes, captivated by lust, looked up at him.
With a confused expression, Leonardo stammered out a question.
“Have you… done this before?”
It was merely a perfunctory option he’d thrown in. He had absolutely no intention of receiving service from the Duke today, of all days.
But Hugo showed no sign of panic. He stared directly at Leonardo’s flushed face, which had grown hot in an instant, and suppressed a laugh that seemed ready to burst forth. Soon, he wedged himself firmly into the space between Leonardo’s legs. A towel spread out like a carpet made kneeling somewhat bearable.
Tilting his chin up, he pressed his lips against the tied waistband.
“No.”
Leonardo instinctively pulled his lower body back. ‘No?’ But Hugo’s hand, gripping his calf, pulled him forward instead. ‘Mhm.’
A meaningless struggle ensued. Wet skin rubbed against the table surface, producing an embarrassing friction sound. Thud, squeak, creak. As if the gripped tabletop might shatter, Leonardo asked, his arms trembling uncontrollably.
“You’ve never done it, but you’re going to do it now?”
“Yes. Come to think of it, I should ask for your understanding. Since it’s my first time.”
First time. No incantation was as effective as that word. Stunned, Leonardo was soon helplessly pulled along by the man’s strength. When his hips caught on the edge of the table, the resulting posture—though unintended—seemed to thrust his pelvis forward. As if begging to be sucked.
“Please be honest with your feedback. Tell me what feels good, and it’ll be even better.”
Hugo chuckled softly and pressed his lips against the inside of Leonardo’s thigh with a touch. A shiver of excitement shot straight up Leonardo’s spine. It sounded less like a request for understanding and more like a student ready to learn, asking for a little cooperation.
A tightening sensation gathered below his navel, filling him with arousal. From around that time, Leonardo felt a languid relaxation spread through his lower body. Though veins might bulge at his temples, he spread his loosened hip joints even wider. Gold Eyes, soaked in heated pleasure, looked down, pretending composure.
Below them, a hot, deep, and obscene valley had formed.
Drawn by the dizzying sight, Hugo took the dangling robe tie in his teeth.
“Good boy.”
He pulled his neck back, slowly tightening the tie. The loose knot came undone easily. The hem of the robe swept over the widely spread thighs.
Soon, the piece of Yeomin Cheon fabric below his solar plexus parted weakly to the sides.
“…….”
“…….”
For a moment, both were silent. Like the quiet before pulling a trigger, only heated breaths swirled in the air.
Each time, Leonardo’s chest rose and fell irregularly. The tendons in Hugo’s focused jaw also stood out.
His pupils remained slightly dilated.
‘Quite….’
Whatever he was imagining, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed sharply.
‘A splendid view.’
It felt somewhat vulgar to say out loud, so he only rolled the sweet words on his tongue. However, his blue eyes, clouded with lust, only deepened.
Over the stark white full nudity, cold lighting and gazes flowed down like honey. Light penetrated the shadowed areas, adding depth and contrast. Colors and forms were revealed even more starkly. Transparent skin, tiny scars, moist droplets. Pink nipples, stiffly erect under an unfamiliar gaze.
The tightly flushed erection, pitifully so, resembled a dainty fruit. He wanted to slip it between his fingers, claim it, roll it on his tongue. He must have seen it before, but it had never left such a lascivious impression as today.
“Why… are you looking like that.”
Feeling violated by that persistent gaze, Leonardo murmured in a strained voice.
Hugo reflexively rolled his eyes. The beauty crowned with laurels frowned and glanced sideways. As if embarrassed, the rims of his eyes were already turning red. Hugo murmured absentmindedly.
“I was thinking of sucking something other than your face.”
“What?”
As if asking about something he shouldn’t have heard, a low laugh escaped Hugo’s teeth.
“Last time, you said it would wear out and disappear.”
“Fuck… You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
“What?”
“No, that, ha….”
Leonardo, bracing himself with one hand behind him, tightly closed and opened his eyes. Hesitating, he then placed his other hand on His Grace’s head. With that disgustingly innocent face, there was nothing he wouldn’t say. He’d intended to be considerate since it was his first time, but he was worried he might not be able to control himself.
Biting his lip, Leonardo sighed in frustration, throwing a pointless glance.
“Fine, do you know how to do it?”
Hugo’s eyes narrowed. He knew that wondering about his partner’s past in such a situation was as foolish as anything, but this greenhorn was being excessively natural. As if he were very familiar with it.
Feeling unreasonably peevish, Hugo replied coolly.
“Roughly.”
“Then hurry up.”
“That’s up to the one providing the service.”
“Huh?”
Leonardo, about to retort as if taken aback, suddenly drew in a sharp breath. The man’s hand, which had reached out unnoticed, stroked from his collarbone and flicked a nipple with his thumb. Then, as if by mistake, it traveled down along his ribs. It was surely intentional. Leonardo, biting his lip hard, deliberately spread his hunched shoulders wider.
Hugo, immersing himself in the rolling droplets, explored the nude form, sculptural like a master’s artwork, as if swimming through it.
The intermittently twitching abdominal muscles, the boundary where they connected to the broad thighs. The ilium, somewhat distant from feminine fullness, protruded and receded. The lines there were unfamiliar yet pleasing to the eye. Next, the shadow of the sunken pubic bone drew an elegant curve, narrowing to a single point. Above the scrotum, crushed and spread against the tabletop, the tautly erect penis already stood proudly at the center.
In his life, excluding his own—no, even including it… this was the first time he had seen a man’s penis this close. Last time, he had only touched it with his hands, like a tactile game in the dark.
Honestly, he hadn’t even considered putting this in his mouth, so it was true he felt a physiological aversion at first sight.
But if he had known it looked like this…
“…I should have turned on the light back then.”
“Ugh.”
Leonardo let out a pained sound, his eyelids fluttering finely. His Grace’s cool breath had wrapped around the stiff penis. Even before any touch, the ripe, flesh-colored pillar trembled slightly. As if anticipating the coming pleasure, thick blood vessels were visible. At the cleft tip of the glans, pushed free of the foreskin, cowper’s fluid had formed a round bead. As if about to flow.
Seeing this, Hugo delayed no longer.
He lifted one of Leonardo’s legs and draped it over his shoulder. Reaching out, he grabbed one soft buttock and buried his nose and lips in the damp thigh.
“Ah…! Hng, mhm, wait a moment….”
A sharp voice immediately burst forth. The muscles beside his leg tensed up, splitting with force. Pleasure-filled wrinkles distorted the corners of his golden eyes.
Hugo, inhaling the fragrant scent of skin, gradually slid inward. Wrapping his right hand around the shaft, the frantic waist shook threateningly. The large hand soothed it, stroking up and down gently. In response, the adductor muscles trembled violently, and the tightening thighs buried the man’s breath in a secret place.
Hugo, feeling the sensation fully against his cheek, tilted his head as if resting it. Probing the unknown, he pressed his face into the groin and licked up stickily from the base.
“Kgh, ughk, ah—.”
At the slow, vulgar movement, like a snake, Leonardo, who had been panting, roughly scratched his neck. Guttural sounds were squeezed out from within. Lost heat and pleasure mingled with moans, dripping from the corners of his lips.
The broadly spread tongue soon enveloped the sticky scrotum. He swallowed it with his entire lips, rolled it with his tongue, buried his nose, and took a deep breath. It was the scent from the deepest place, thick with carnal desire. Hugo sucked on the thin skin membrane with a wet sound.
“Hh, ah, ah, don’t—.”
As he did, he lifted his gaze from the inside of the trembling thigh. The beauty, with neck and ears crimson, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, flinched his entire body as if a touch would make him flee. It was a sight that stimulated sadism, so he decided to be a little bolder.
Though prettily shaped, compared to his face, the penis seemed ferocious. He lightly kissed its side as he moved up. The temperature against his lips changed as he went. He thought the testicles would be the hottest, but the area near the head was already boiling as if ready for ejaculation.
Judging from data accumulated previously… was this the weak spot?
“Ah, no…! There, mhm….”
Hugo, sharpening his tongue tip, scraped under the glans cap as if digging. Leonardo, nearly convulsing, arched his back and threw his head back. His rapid breathing caused his abdomen to heave sharply.
As his heaving chest faced the ceiling, his erect nipples and the chin that had struck them were alternately swallowed by light and shadow. To Hugo’s eyes, they seemed to twitch on their own.
Extremely erotic, enough to be the victim of his next masturbation.
He tasted it slowly, as if licking the underside of a spoon. Whether because the flesh itself was tender, a sweet scent vibrated. Hugo, tickling the glans, buried his lips in the soft flesh and muttered.
“Do you like it here?”