By Zephyria 
“Ah—!”
At that moment, a sharp moan escaped Leonardo’s lips.
His eyebrows furrowed, and he flinched his fingertips like a cat caught doing something naughty. The precarious touch flickered over his abdomen because Hugo’s lips had suddenly tightened.
Saliva continued to flow, seeping past the tight corners of his mouth, and the man’s throat convulsed as he tried to swallow. The pressure inside his mouth increased accordingly. The glans, which had been twitching, relentlessly rubbed against the mucous membrane.
“Hng, aahk….”
A sensual sigh escaped Leonardo’s lips. His golden eyelashes fluttered faintly from the intense stimulation.
He curled his arched back forward. Burying his hands in the Duke’s waistband, he rubbed his buttocks back and forth.
“Here… ngh, since when was it like this?”
His lips, which had been playing alone, parted to ask a heated question. He was asking while pretending not to know, even though he did. He had thought it wouldn’t be proper, but it was true he was surprised that the inside of the pants was wetter than expected.
However, the voice feigning composure to ask the question was even more saturated than the lower half he was rummaging through. Even so, Leonardo acted mischievously on purpose, wanting to see the noble Duke’s embarrassed expression.
“Did you get wet… while sucking mine?”
Just uttering it was thrilling. He traced a circle with his fingertips just below the man’s navel, at the dantian, while glancing sideways down at the crevice of his own groin.
It was a sight rarely seen. The man, with bulging veins at his temples and jawline, wore a strained expression as he held the penis fully in his mouth. Earlier, only his nape and earlobes had been prominent, but now his entire face was flushed red. Like a bashful bride.
“Slp… mm….”
Whether trying to swallow or wanting to retort, the chin and tongue pressed beneath the cock kept moving up and down. However, the hand left free only clenched as if to spank his buttocks, not pushing him away.
That fragile teasing was utterly delightful.
Leonardo, whose under-eyes flushed red in response, unknowingly stirred his hips, occasionally shaking them fiercely. Each time, a strained moan erupted from below.
“Kgh, hhk….”
“Ah… you, you’re really the best.”
The fleshy mass moving in and out between his lips had little exposed length left. With each step back to advance two steps forward, the pillar stirring inside the hot cavern pulled out a thin thread.
The glans repeatedly pressed into and released from the panting throat. After subtly moving his buttocks, he pushed in deeply, and the root narrowing from the groin disappeared without a trace, leaving only about two fingers’ length visible.
Seeing this, Leonardo fell into the illusion that, although their origins might differ, he and the Duke were quite well-matched.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t fit so seamlessly—like a mold taken to be sucked into that clumsy mouth—the junction between his own penis and the concave lips wouldn’t interlock so perfectly.
“Haa… ngh, hng….”
A pleasant delusion formed. Leonardo, who had been exhaling, curled the corners of his mouth into a smirk. With his hand, he carefully wiped the sweat from the other’s forehead. Just as he had done, he traced the eye area with his thumb and rubbed the heated eyelids.
Suddenly, he felt a moist dampness seep through his fingerprints. Expectantly, he stared down, but unfortunately, no tears had formed.
‘I want to make him cry.’
He thought he would have some leeway after taking a step back, but that was a huge miscalculation.
Looking at the face losing its innocence, Leonardo felt a tingling in his lower abdomen. Thinking he might end up enjoying it alone again, he stopped shaking his lower half and decided to hasten his exploration.
“I… I want to touch you… is that okay?”
There was no answer in return. With a gag in place, only affirmative silence was possible now.
Having had no intention of listening from the start, he shoved his hand straight into the Duke’s pants.
“…!”
At that moment, Hugo’s chest, which had been pressed down, heaved. The hand on his waist also rose and firmly gripped his shoulder.
The price of the invasion was the capture of his left shoulder.
“Ugh.”
From the considerable grip strength, Leonardo’s eyes scrunched up sharply.
Then, the excellent gentleman hesitated and soon released his grip, withdrawing his hand. As if explaining he hadn’t meant to hurt, he only patted the twisted waist and firm flesh of the buttocks affectionately.
Even with that brat’s cock buried in his throat and bloodshot eyes, having the composure to be considerate in this situation was admirable and touching.
To reciprocate, Leonardo undid a couple of buttons on the uniform pants to create some space. As if waiting, the outline pushing against the front flap swelled as if about to burst. His golden eyes widened slightly.
Since the pants were white, and he had matched his underwear accordingly, a pristine white pair of drawers—something unimaginable on a grown man—made an appearance. However, the white fabric, thoroughly soaked with pre-cum, barely contained the menacingly bulging penis.
The erect shaft, prominent veins, and even the shape of the pressed glans at the tip were starkly revealed through the tent.
“…….”
Leonardo’s heart rate suddenly skyrocketed at the sight. If there were degrees of arousal, this was the peak. Swallowing hard from the fresh desire to explore sexuality and the intense immersion, he couldn’t contain his curiosity.
Unable to resist his curiosity, he reached his hand further down. Even a distance less than a handspan felt like an eternity at this moment. Groping just below the button, what filled his palm was… damp, sticky, thick body hair.
‘Huh?’
It was quite luxuriant, forming a veritable forest.
He recalled the Duke’s bluish stubble that appeared when he couldn’t shave for a day or two on the peninsula. Judging by that dark trace and his elegant eyebrows, he had expected there to be plenty of hair everywhere. But actually touching it, he somewhat understood why he had been so perversely interested earlier.
‘Was he surprised because it was different from his own?’
Moreover, the body hair tangling around his fingers was dense yet neat.
Rolling only his eyes, Leonardo asked.
“You… tidy up here too?”
“…….”
He knew it wasn’t the case, but he narrowed his eyes. He wanted to tease him, saying even his hair grew just like his own.
However, when a cold, sidelong glance returned, he didn’t continue and buried the thought. Since he wasn’t immune to mockery, if he showed his hand completely, contempt might flash in those eyes. That would hurt his feelings a lot.
Postponing the playfulness, he slid along the wavelike texture toward the center. His skin was seething hot enough to forget the significant temperature difference between them. Unaware that his own tongue tip was flickering as if wanting to taste, Leonardo slowly swept over the voluminous groin pillar.
“Kgh, hhk….”
As he carefully wrapped his stiff fingers around the base, the Duke’s breath, pressed between his thighs, quickened erratically. The man, struggling with his blocked throat, kept letting out scratchy breaths. Leonardo stroked the man’s hollowed cheek. Yet, inwardly, he hid his surprised heart once more.
‘The thickness….’
The volume filling his palm was thicker than imagined, as if gripping a solid wooden club.
Simultaneously, his lower abdomen and chest heaved slowly like an excited stallion. The rhythmic movement, as if continuing an instinctive thrusting, felt like it would melt his brain. The experience of controlling this man—a symbol of abstinence—with a single gesture was stimulating enough to be etched into his bones.
Leonardo, straddling him, felt Hugo’s breathing gradually quicken. At the same time, the penis he had pushed into his mouth was scratched by tiny protrusions, overwhelmed by the surging panic.
Since his previous climax had been quite quick, he worried the Duke might misunderstand him as premature. Of course, the elegant man would only skillfully cover it up with a kiss, not bringing it up openly.
Anyway, if he came now, he might be convinced it was premature this time.
But now, it seemed it wouldn’t matter. Because the Duke would reach climax too, sent off by him.
“Hoo….”
Taking a labored deep breath, Leonardo pushed the fabric of the drawers downward. At that moment, the dark shadow spilled out as if bursting forth. The problem was that it kept revealing itself endlessly, to a disconcerting degree.
A chill spread throughout his body along his spine. The reddish, heavy form soon raised its head threateningly before his eyes. Soaked in an unknown fluid and wriggling, it seemed like an entirely different creature. At that stark sight, Leonardo’s thoughts froze for a moment.
His irregular breathing stopped too. Faced with a menacingly large organ, completely different from his face, the desire to take it into his mouth withered away.
Just as he couldn’t muster the courage under considerable pressure, his field of vision tilted halfway.
Thud!
The scene of them tangling in an instant was dizzying. Just as he had pounced on the other, a sudden, ferocious force pressed down on his body.
Before he knew it, lying on the floor, he blinked his rabbit-like eyes, pinned under a shadow. The man, backlit, placed a hand beside his disheveled blond hair.
At the lips that had been sucking him just moments ago, saliva mixed and formed iridescent beads. As that obscene part moved, a sticky droplet plop, fell.
The fluid, holding residual heat, landed under Leonardo’s eye and trickled down his cheek.
“I…, hah.”
Hugo, who had been scattering suppressed breaths in small bursts, stole the trail with his fingertips and asked.
“Curious about how to do it?”