By Zephyria 
A ticklish breath settled on his face. Leonardo closed and opened his eyes, following the touch that brushed his cheek.
The gaze of the man facing him was distinctly different from before. The sharp intelligence that had gleamed like a gem was gone, replaced only by an expanding gloominess in the black pupils. Because of that, his irises had taken on a hue like the indigo sky they had seen together at dawn.
The prey that had hidden within that darkness was now looking down at him as the hunter.
‘…Are you curious?’
Of course I am.
But he couldn’t predict at all how far this situation would go. Perhaps because of that, an answer didn’t come easily to the question. Moreover, recalling the shape of the penis that had stood erect before his eyes just a moment ago… for some reason, he felt embarrassed to look at his face.
Leonardo subtly averted his gaze within the arms that held him captive and answered.
“Yeah.”
…Yeah? The golden eyebrows, which had asked the question, lifted in surprise. It was because such an utterly instinct-driven answer had come out, leaving even himself dumbfounded.
Just then, the long finger that had been stroking his cheek cupped the side of his face fully. A cold energy he hadn’t felt until now lingered on his skin.
“Then you should follow my lead.”
It was a voice that sounded affectionate yet coercive. Hugo stroked his cheek with his palm, turning the averted Gold Eyes back towards him. Soon after, the wet lips slowly descended. The corners of his mouth were swollen and glossy, as if they had been overworked.
His neat appearance was gone, replaced only by traces of lust messily imprinted. Leonardo, who glanced at him briefly, wrapped one arm around the neck of the man approaching to exact the price for causing this.
“What are you going to do from now on?”
He closed his eyes just like that and slightly parted his lips.
“…Mmm.”
He thought the tongue would push in right away, but it pressed firmly around the corner of his lips before pulling away. After that, it covered his lips again, thoroughly sweeping over his teeth and palate. It searched for the hidden tongue, ravaging the gaps in the mucous membrane to the point of soreness, then traveled up the opposite cheek and kissed him, chok, chok.
Breath reached under his eyes, his temples, and the center of his forehead in turn. Leonardo, melting under the gradual affectionate assault, fluttered his eyelids and asked.
“…Are you going to tell me? How to do it?”
In lieu of an answer, Hugo brushed the hair that had flowed under the Laurel Tree with his lips. So deeply engrossed, he ultimately didn’t open his mouth, but instead, the temperature around them gradually began to drop. Steam, blooming from the clash with the heat, faintly filled the space between the two.
‘…!’
Leonardo’s shoulders trembled slightly. Goosebumps rose on his forearms, making his skin bumpy, but he didn’t show it. However, there was another reason the hair all over his body stood on end.
It was because a heavy mass of flesh was rubbing against his lower body, where excitement still pooled.
Startled, Leonardo half-lifted his neck and stared at the narrow gap between Hugo and himself. Seeing that reaction, Hugo, who had tilted his head, asked curiously.
“Why?”
Beyond the firm chest and the hem of the shirt that had come untucked. Between the fully unzipped pants fly, a club-like object was hanging.
As Leonardo blankly stared at the swaying shadow, Hugo tilted his head, licked his red lips, and whispered.
“You asked me to show you.”
It was somewhat disconcerting that the person who had acted as if it were absolutely impossible was now being so bold.
Curving forward, it was lifted tautly upward, making its size and weight seem irrelevant. Placed between their navels, it displayed its majesty, and kept pushing out a whitish fluid, jilgeum jilgeum.
“Ah… uh.”
Leonardo couldn’t form a coherent answer. He just rolled his eyes before lowering his gaze again. Just then, a drop of cowper’s fluid that had beaded on the reddish glans plopped down.
The opaque liquid disappeared into the groove of Leonardo’s sunken abs below. Then, sliding along his sleek side, it pooled on the floor.
As his lower abdomen, marked by the trail, convulsed with an indescribable sensation, Leonardo swallowed the words that were about to burst out.
‘No, what is this, it’s not even the World Tree…’
Conscious of the gaze, the head of His Highness’s cock raised its tip even higher. Seeing that embarrassing sight, Leonardo’s words rapidly decreased as if he were being reserved. Hugo, observing his expression, furrowed his brow and asked again.
“Don’t you like it?”
“Huh? No, that’s not it—.”
Where would there be room to talk about liking or disliking when looking at an ideal physique? As the two cock pillars, precariously crossed, shimmered, their shapes were clearly contrasted. Leonardo, now objectively realizing His Highness’s size, was seized by a strange feeling.
‘It’s not like I’m considered small anywhere either…’
With the addition of the presence of pubic hair and the heaviness of the testicles, it somehow seemed there was even a difference in maturity. It was distinctly different from what he had vaguely guessed from the outline under the clothes. The color was so deep it seemed dark red, and the roots of the blood vessels visible under the skin were much more complex than his own.
Moreover, contrary to the expectation that it would be straight like his own, the pillar connecting below the blunt glans was thicker than the tip.
If that were thrust somewhere, it was clear it would hook onto the inner walls like a grappling hook and drag the flesh inside out. Since things have come to this, maybe it would be better if I were the one penetrating other holes….
In the moment of tension from the excessive obscenity, Hugo lowered his body and approached.
“Huh, ah—.”
“If you stare like that, mmm, it’s hard to hold back.”
After that, no time was given for calm appreciation. Because a slimy tongue had burrowed into the earhole revealed below the tie pin.
“Right now… are you, ugh, holding back?”
“Mmm, maybe.”
The taut tension snapped like a violin string, vibrating with excitement. Along with it, the sturdy lower body also came down, pressing warmly against the erect penis. The two penises attached diagonally right below the navel twitched and pulsed fiercely on Leonardo’s abdomen.
“Ah, ughn….”
“Haa… hmm….”
A cold palm dug into the curve below his waist, supporting under his tailbone and yanking him towards itself. Then, the two attached penises, as if trying to overpower each other, tumbled over each other’s upright heads. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say his heart was there. The sensation of the most vulnerable parts rubbing against each other made Leonardo’s adductor muscles thump. Moreover, the sound of His Highness’s flowing moans embedded in his eardrums even scratched at the suppressed pleasure.
“Leo, relax.”
“Ah, wait—. Here…”
As the substantial weight pressed down from above and below, Leonardo instinctively pulled his waist back. Mmm—. Haa… huk. Between the intertwining low and mid-low tones, lewd friction sounds jjilggeoked, threatening to echo outside the locker room.
Staring at the ceiling where light seeped through over His Highness’s shoulder, Leonardo, with a flushed face, was engulfed by a strange sense of betrayal.
‘Is it okay to do this here?’
It was a thought that always came when entangled with this man, but today it was especially strong. Perhaps because his own image, breaking promises and engrossed in lustful affairs, felt filthy, like an animal committing a taboo.
Even if he felt sorry for his teammates, he had no intention of stopping.
Then, another presence was felt outside the door.
Click-clack, click-clack—
It seemed another participant who had finished the match had pulled the handle. A small crack appeared in the world of the two engrossed men. Startled, Leonardo lifted his head, and the cold energy Hugo had been gathering all along scattered in all directions.
The cold energy mixed with Magic Power spread widely inside the locker room, erecting a sturdy barrier that no one could breach. It was a desire not to be disturbed, but Leonardo lying underneath was also swept up in it.
“Ugh…”
Feeling as if he had been driven naked into the harsh winter, Leonardo let his squirming body go limp. As his skin stung and his limbs curled up, Hugo, who had paused, asked him.
“Cold?”
“…Yeah.”
As soon as he finished answering, his lying body was pulled upward in an instant. Hugo wrapped his arms around his lower back, sat him up, and then took Leonardo’s wrist, leading him. Bare feet followed tap-tap behind the footprints left by black shoes.
As Leonardo straightened his disheveled robe, he asked urgently.
“Wh, where are we going?”
Instead of answering, Hugo chak pulled aside the curtain. Then, a partitioned shower stall with water still pooled on the floor appeared. As he looked on bewilderedly, since it was the one he had used, Leonardo was pushed against the shower stall wall.
Just as his back hit the hard tile with an ugh sound—
Squeak, swaaah—
Suddenly, water poured from above his head. Caught off guard by the unexpected situation, Leonardo froze in shock. With nowhere to retreat in the shower stall, he instinctively pressed his heels and back tightly against the wall.
The water pressure wasn’t that strong, but his hair that had just been drying, the bathrobe, and his cold, frozen skin were enveloped by the flowing water and gradually melted. The water was warm, not too hot, nor lukewarm. With water streams wetting his face, Leonardo couldn’t even open his eyes properly but somehow stared straight ahead.
Beyond the water falling like a downpour, the Ice Reaper who had pushed him in took a step closer.
He wrapped an arm around Leonardo’s waist, pulled his buttocks, and pressed their lower bodies together.
“How is it, not cold anymore?”
Leonardo lifted his eyelashes pressed down by the water flow and took in the sight of the smiling man.
The gentle water stream tousled the navy blue hair, covering his forehead, and thoroughly soaked even the white shirt. The thin, white fabric clung to his skin, gradually revealing the angry muscles underneath. Faint steam drifted in the air, clearly illuminating the prominent contours.
Even the firmly erect nipples on the firm chest and the dark areolae.
‘Fuck…’
It was a sight more obscene than being naked.
At that sight, the pupils within the Gold Eyes dilated slightly. His Adam’s apple bobbed urgently, and hot blood rushed to his crumpled lower body.