By Zephyria 
I forced strength into my eyes, which were trying to close on their own. Gasping for breath, I burned into my vision every detail of how those fingers moved, how much strength he used to grip mine.
Is this how he touches himself when he’s alone? It was slow and cautious, as if he were playing a game, but his grip was stronger than I expected.
As he slowly squeezed upwards and then dragged downwards, the head of my penis, red from stimulation, twitched. The stark contrast with his white fingers was a shock every time I opened and closed my eyes.
I hadn’t felt such intense pleasure since regaining my sanity. That was the same as saying it was the first time I’d ever experienced it. But the Aska in my imagination was far more stimulating than the pleasure my body felt.
Did he really touch himself while thinking of me? How would Aska touch me in his mind? What would he say? How far would we go?
My blood vessels dilated, and the blood flow quickened. My brain kept sending danger signals as it was being crushed, but I had no intention of stopping. I didn’t want to.
The penis in Aska’s hand was now as big as it could possibly get. Something kept coming out of the tip, and his long fingers were already soaked.
I could feel my eyeballs getting hotter and wetter. Thanks to that, my eyes didn’t sting even though I kept them open. I felt the urge to ejaculate building, but I held on as much as possible because that would mean the end of the act.
But the moment Aska’s hand, which had been moving slowly and monotonously, paused and his thumb rubbed my glans, I almost came.
“……!”
Startled, I jerked my shoulders and lifted my head abruptly. Aska’s eyes were shining brightly, like a poacher observing an animal in a cage with interest.
“Why aren’t you making any noise?”
Then he asked in a slightly excited voice, as if whispering. Another crisis came with his low, husky voice, but I managed to endure it this time as well.
“Did you make loud noises when you touched yourself alone? While thinking of me?”
“…….”
I didn’t mean to smile, but the corners of my mouth lifted without me realizing it as I spoke. Perhaps because of my expression, or simply out of embarrassment, Aska’s face, which had been so relaxed, hardened again.
“Why do you always answer a question with a question?”
“You touched yourself like this while thinking of me? Always doing it a bit leisurely like this…….”
Then Aska raised his hand and covered my mouth. I tried to move my lips, but it was hard to speak because he was pressing down so hard.
“Just shut up.”
“…….”
The stern way he frowned and spoke resolutely made my lower abdomen throb again. Oh, something……. This is pretty good too? But unable to resist the urge to provoke him, I forced my tongue out between my lips.
When I poked his palm with my tongue, Aska finally took his hand off my mouth with an annoyed expression. He looked somehow resentful, so I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I told you not to talk.”
“I didn’t say anything just now? And if you didn’t want me to talk, you could have kept blocking me.”
“You kept poking me with your tongue.”
“Why? Is my tongue a knife? If you get poked by a tongue…….”
Again, I was cut off mid-sentence. This time it wasn’t a hand, but Aska’s lips. The hand that had stopped for a moment also started moving again. He was gripping harder than before, so I was a little worried.
I knew in my head that I should stop teasing him, but I couldn’t help but be sarcastic again.
“Does a hole get poked if you get poked by a tongue? Why, when it doesn’t even hurt?”
As I mumbled as if to myself with our lips touching, Aska bit my lower lip and released it, as if annoyed. It didn’t hurt at all, so I almost came.
“It tickles.”
“Are you ticklish?”
I asked, placing both hands on Aska’s waist and gently stroking it.
“Not really. You’re probably more ticklish. You tensed up every time I touched your ears.”
“I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. And then you pretended to be nonchalant every time.”
“You’re the one pretending to be nonchalant.”
“No, I’m not.”
I liked being pressed so close together in the wide space, as if trapped in a small box. I liked whispering as if we were telling secrets when no one could hear us. I loved bickering over trivial things.
“Aska.”
When I called his name, he looked at me and listened to my words. Watching him focus solely on me so obediently made something in my chest, which I couldn’t quite put my finger on, surge violently.
“Do whatever you want. You don’t have to go slow, just touch me however you want.”
When I kissed his red eyes, I could feel his long eyelashes fluttering.
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“It doesn’t matter if it hurts. And why would it hurt when you’re just fondling me?”
“It hurts even if it gets a little bigger for me.”
Hearing him mutter, the scene naturally came to my mind. Him holding his enlarged member, sniffling because it hurt, and thinking of me…….
“Ha.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face in Aska’s neck. This was really the limit now. Maybe it was just my imagination, but his skin felt wetter than before. As I rubbed my lips against his soft skin, Aska asked as if seeking permission.
“Can I really do whatever I want?”
“Don’t ask me every little thing, just do it.”
He was slipping while touching me, and it was obvious that he was clumsy, so how much could he really do even if he tried? And seeing as I liked it when Aska covered my mouth, I thought it would be okay if he went a little too far.
On the contrary, I was even a little excited, wondering what he was going to do.
“Really?”
I nodded at his question as if to confirm again. I pushed back his fallen hair and was about to kiss his brow bone when Aska’s hand, which was holding mine, lost its strength.
Before I could wonder, Aska’s face suddenly dropped downwards. As I lowered my head along with him, I saw him opening his mouth. His red tongue, slightly protruding, was wet and heading towards my hardened penis.
“……?”
I was blank, unable to grasp the situation, and only belatedly realized what he was trying to do.
“Wait a minute…….”
I was horrified and tried to stop him, but it was already all the way inside his mouth. The warm, moist, and soft mucous membrane gently constricted, and I couldn’t say anything more.
“Ah……!”
Even when it hurt so much that it was hard to stay conscious, I had never made such a loud noise, but a groan burst out before I could even recognize it.
I grabbed the head that was wiggling between my legs and tried to pull it off, but it wouldn’t come off. In the end, I tried pulling his hair hard and pushing him away without letting him ejaculate, but it was all in vain.
“Okay, just a minute. I got it, ugh!”
I said urgently in a fluster, opening and closing my eyes, and when I came to my senses, I was lying on the sink counter. I was bewildered and looked at the bathroom ceiling, my head filled with question marks.
But I couldn’t think for long.
“Ugh……. A little, ah!”
There was no other way to describe it except as gluttonous. I barely endured it when he squeezed it tightly and slowly with his clumsy hands, but now I could no longer endure it with my own will.
Like a glass bottle that cracks and eventually bursts when filled with water, my whole body tensed up and stiffened in an instant. I thought I had released all the accumulated heat, but when he sucked hard again, it welled up and came out again. This was repeated several times, and the sensation of ejaculation continued endlessly.
My vision seemed to be turning upside down, and when I closed my eyes, light kept flashing in the darkness. I had reached a point where nothing more could come out, and I was in a state where I was slightly confused as to whether I was feeling good or suffering.
Then, I heard a gulping sound near my muffled ears. I propped myself up on the table with my elbows and barely raised my upper body. Aska’s mouth, which had spat out what he had been holding, was tightly closed, and only his cheeks were bulging.
“…….”
“…….”
I gasped for breath and asked in a fluster.
“Did you eat it?”
Aska, looking at me with a reddish, flushed face, nodded lightly. Then he moved his Adam’s apple again and swallowed once more.
“Spit it out.”
Before I could think, my mouth moved first. Aska supported his wet, messy hand below and moved his chin. A cloudy liquid dripped from his parted mouth, following the tip of his tongue, onto his palm.
Aska, looking at the liquid pooling in his palm, raised his gaze to look at me. The color, which had been undulating like dense fog, darkened to a dark red.
Aska was still looking at me as he smeared the palm of his hand, filled with semen, several times on my crotch, then lowered his head again.
All of his movements were so natural that I couldn’t say anything until then. But soon, I couldn’t help but come to my senses because of the pain I felt on the inside of my thigh.
Aska, putting the skin smeared with semen into his mouth and baring his teeth, started sucking again, making a smacking sound. White and red mixed and flowed along the corners of his mouth.
“What are you doing?”
The throbbing was getting worse and worse, so I finally grabbed Aska’s hair and forcibly pulled him away. Aska, who resisted until the end because he didn’t want to fall off, frowned as he parted his lips.
Then he muttered softly.
“Together…….”
At that moment, heat rushed to my lower body again. I didn’t know if it was because the place that had been bitten so hard that it was bleeding hurt, or because of that face looking at me, all dirty.
Aska’s breathing, which had been muttering something, gradually became rougher. Unable to speak properly, Aska lowered his head again and buried his face between my legs. Every time his urgent breaths, exhaling and inhaling, tickled my skin, I got goosebumps and my hair stood on end.
Aska pressed down hard on the thigh with the round bite mark with his hand, forcibly squeezing out the blood, and looked up at me.
“Can I eat more?”
“…….”
It was a question, but looking at his face, it was no different from a notification. I was dumbfounded, but I nodded for now because I felt like I would die if I got stabbed by his eyes.