98 – Cypress Mosaic

“I’ll ​have ​one ​more ​glass.”

“Are you aware ​that ​your ​cheeks ​are ​already burning?”

He felt the ​man’s ​gaze on his ​left cheek. Imagining ​his ​skin ​flushed ​redder ​than ​usual, Elian rubbed ​his ​cheek ​with the back ​of his hand.

“Only my ​face is ​getting red. ​I’m not ​drunk.”

However, Lorenz ​did ​not ​let go of ​his wrist.

“Is ​it truly impossible for ​you to do this ​sober?”

“……”

“Is that why?”

“……”

His tone ​was blunt. ​But ​it [visit our site]was different [stolen content]from being angry. ​Elian unconsciously looked back ​at ​him ​beside ​him.

Unlike ​usual, wet hair ​covered his ​forehead, ​his pale skin ​looked ​as if it had just ​been washed ​with ​water, and his ​dark ​lips ​appeared ​moister ​than usual. ​And ​his green ​eyes seemed to be trembling, as if ​shattering into small ​pieces.

Elian couldn’t understand ​why he looked so ​hurt. They ​weren’t lovers, nor ​were ​they even in ​a relationship where ​they harbored ​mutual ​affection. So, ​even ​if he ​needed ​the influence ​of ​alcohol ​to perform a ​Pheromone ​Exchange, it ​wasn’t ​as ​if ​he were committing a discourtesy toward him.

Sigh.

Lorenz was the first to avert his gaze. He let out a heavy sigh, as if trying to expel the heat filling his chest, and ruffled his wet hair. Then, he took the bottle away from Elian.

“Fine. I’ll pour it for you.”

He filled the glass only about one-fifth of the way. When Elian looked at him resentfully at the stingy amount, Lorenz shook the bottle.

“There isn’t much left. You’ve drunk almost all of it.”

“Then just give me the rest…”

Lorenz grabbed the slender wrist offering the glass and pushed it back toward Elian.

“Do you want to drink more? Then you can drink it if I feed it to you with my mouth.”

“……”

The atmosphere didn’t suggest he would back down. Whenever Lucas was stubborn, Lorenz dealt with him sternly and decisively, and this was exactly that expression. It revealed a firm will that he would not compromise any further.

In truth, he had already exceeded his alcohol tolerance. It was only that he didn’t feel the effects much due to his tension.

He emptied the drink Lorenz had poured. Setting the glass down, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. While he was staring intently at the empty glass, Lorenz’s hand gently gripped his lower jaw and turned it.

“……”

Whether he felt awkward or nervous, Lorenz seemed no different than usual. At least, that was how it appeared to Elian. Without a hint of hesitation, he immediately tilted his face and leaned in.

Elian squeezed his eyes shut and unconsciously tried to turn his head away. The hand holding his jaw tightened, restraining him. His face crumpled instinctively, like a patient sitting in a dentist’s chair. He gripped the fabric of his pajamas tightly around his thighs.

He braced himself for their lips to overlap, but instead, he heard a sigh. At the ticklish breath touching the tip of his nose, the philtrum, and his lips, Elian opened his eyes slightly.

Lorenz’s face, with a frown between his brows, was right in front of him.

“Didn’t we both agree to this?”

“……”

“Stop making a face like some miserable bride sold for money.”

He clicked his tongue and let go of Elian’s jaw.

“It’s not… exactly like that. I just… I’m awkward because I don’t know what to do. I’m nervous, too.”

“Shall I turn off all the lights?”

Elian took a deep breath and nodded.

“I think that would be better.”

Lorenz stood up, turned off several lamp lights, and returned. The interior, which hadn’t been very bright to begin with, became even darker. Only the faint moonlight leaked through a gap in the partially drawn curtains. It was a scene that reminded him of the cabin where he had spent his Heat.

Fidgeting with his posture, Elian chewed on his lip.

Returning to sit beside him, Lorenz this time turned his body completely toward Elian. Then, he whispered in a low voice, as if sharing a secret.

“Imagine you’re an actor.”

“……”

“Both you and I are actors filming a romance movie. And it just so happens that today is stolen contentthe unauthorized copyday we film the Read on Read BL Novelskiss scene. That’s all it is.”

As he looked into those transparent green eyes and listened to that voice, he felt his heart begin to settle.

“What actor would perceive filming a kiss scene as a sexual act? Well, of course, there might be some guys like that… but if there are, those guys are perverts.”

At the unexpected joke, a chuckle escaped before he could stop it. Lorenz was also smiling as he looked at him. Thanks to that, some of the tension seemed to ease.

In the dim darkness, only his two eyes sparkled, reflecting the moonlight. The pair of emeralds were so transparent that it felt as if his inner thoughts were visible, as if he were hiding nothing from him.

“I think… that’s a good idea.”

“Hmm?”

“Thinking of ourselves as actors.”

Nodding, Elian steadied himself. He felt ready now. As he swallowed hard, Lorenz’s hand once again lightly gripped and lifted his lower jaw.

This time, he didn’t close his eyes.

He looked straight at the face approaching him.

But for some reason, it was now Lorenz who hesitated.

His gaze, which had been looking down at Elian’s lips, slowly traveled up past the cheeks—flushed red from the wine—to his eyes. His gaze was slow and persistent, as if he were trying to carve every corner of Elian’s face into his retina.

To think he would actually wish for their lips to overlap quickly.

To mask the awkwardness, Elian spoke the thought he had been having for a while.

“With your hair down, you look like a different person.”

At a distance so close that they could see nothing but each other’s faces, their eyes met.

“Then that’s lucky for you.”

Before he could ask what that meant, their lips touched. As if to signal that the stalling ended here.

The first sensation was cold.

He first felt a damp, chilly energy. Then came the sense of volume. His neck recoiled at the feeling of soft flesh touching and pressing slightly against each other. Elian naturally closed his eyes. And he repeated to himself.

This is not a kiss.

This is not a kiss.

Since it wasn’t a kiss for exchanging emotion and affection, acts of rubbing lips or drawing in heat were unnecessary.

Lorenz did not rush, slowly sliding his tongue inside. Despite his hesitation, Elian opened his lips to accept him.

While he simply kept his lips parted awkwardly, Lorenz began to slowly stir inside his mouth. However, he did not stimulate the mucous membrane more than necessary. He didn’t lick the lips, press them, or rub his tongue. Like a doctor trying to collect epithelial cells with a cotton swab, his tongue swept the inside of the cheek with restrained movements.

However, as the time he lingered in his mouth grew longer, Elian could feel their saliva mixing.

No matter how politely he moved, it was ultimately the act of putting a tongue into another person’s mouth. His tongue could never be a cell-collection swab.

By the time holding his jaw open became slightly burdensome, the tongue slowly withdrew. Because the speed of retreat was so slow and cautious, the movement stimulating the lips as it brushed past felt even more vivid.

When his mouth was finally empty, Elian let out a long breath. As if he had been holding it the entire time the other was inside.

“Now you try. Just like I did.”

Lorenz’s voice was cautious, as if handling something fragile. Elian’s voice grew small in response.

“Please… close your eyes.”

Though he shrugged with a short sigh, Lorenz closed his eyes without [stolen content]a word. unauthorized copyIt would have been easier if he were wearing stolen contenta top… but there was nowhere to put his hands on that firm upper body, where all the bare skin was exposed.

He leaned his upper body forward, bracing himself on the sofa. He first pressed their lips together and then pushed the tip of his tongue out slightly. At that, Lorenz immediately and smoothly parted his lips. As Elian hesitantly moved further inside, at some point, Lorenz gently took his tongue into his own and sucked it.

“Mmm…!”

An unfamiliar sensation enveloped Elian.

The act of putting one’s tongue into another’s mouth was an encounter with another small world.

The temperature and humidity were completely different from when the tongue was in his own mouth. The viscosity of the saliva enveloping the tongue was different too. Trying his best not to be conscious of the fact that he was putting his tongue in the other’s mouth, and being careful not to touch the other’s tongue as much as possible, he swept the inside of the cheek. The size of the mouth and the thickness of the cheeks were entirely different from his own. Because of each of these differences, he couldn’t help but be conscious of the situation.

Lorenz, who had been quietly surrendering himself to Elian’s movements, slowly increased the pressure inside his mouth.

“Mm…”

He trapped Elian’s tongue between his own and the roof of his mouth, applying steady pressure. As if trying to squeeze out the sweet nectar filling the wet flesh.

Yet, he remained cautious. He sucked the tongue slowly, carefully observing Elian’s reaction. So that Elian wouldn’t be startled and flee after a hasty advance.

Gulp, gulp.

A tongue larger and thicker than Elian’s moved flexibly like a wave, taking in the saliva.

“Ugh… mm.”

A pained groan began to leak from the back of Elian’s throat.

It could no longer be called a dry movement. Tongue and tongue were completely pressed together, and every time his tongue twitched, an erotic friction occurred.