By Zephyria Ruben, seeing my gaze fall between his legs, shook his head and cupped my cheeks, pulling them up, up. Thinking he wanted a kiss, I obediently kissed him a couple of times, but when I tried to look again, the child urged me on with an impatient voice.
“⋯Like, this. Do it like this.”
“⋯Yes?”
“Don’t look, ⋯. You look at it, like that⋯.”
“⋯Ah.”
My face flushed hot, as if I’d been struck by a heatwave. I realized I had done something wicked to the shy child. After a moment of looking at each other, flustered, I kissed him a few more times before carefully moving my trembling hand to Ruben’s legs.
Ruben’s plump, well-formed genitals brushed against my fingertips and the back of my hand a few times. Not knowing how much or where to pour, I tilted the holy oil bottle until it was overflowing. I gently traced the area above the tightly closed, secret opening with my fingertip. Damp, hot, and slippery, perhaps from the generous amount of holy oil.
The tense child took a sharp breath. Ruben’s vulva, tightly closed, couldn’t even swallow half of my index fingertip. Touching it, I found it even more unbelievable. How could one swallow a man’s genitals into such a narrow place?
What if he gets hurt? Frightened, I slowly massaged only the surrounding area.
“⋯Why, whyyy.”
“⋯Mm.”
“Why, hic, only there, outside⋯. Hic, Mikaa⋯.”
Lured by the sweet sound, I pushed my fingertip back into the narrow opening. Ruben, who had been impatient, swallowed another cry, hic, and arched his back. Beyond the narrowest entrance, once my finger was in up to the first knuckle, there was more room inside.
As if it was destined to open for my hand, Ruben nibbled at my fingertip.
Ruben could no longer look at me directly. He panted, rubbing the back of his head against the seat until his chin lifted. I bit his jutting jawline once, then lowered my head.
Burying my nose in his chest, which I had been coveting, I pressed my lips against it. Ruben willingly offered me his chest. I pressed my tongue against his taut nipple, then swallowed it into my mouth. How could a man’s breast be this sweet? After sucking deeply, I set my teeth and gnawed at it with my front teeth, and Ruben let out another cry.
“Haaap⋯. Ah, hic⋯.”
“⋯Does it hurt?”
“No, hic, no. Keep going⋯. Keep doing it⋯.”
My anus, having swallowed my index finger whole, tightened around it. With every gentle scrape against my inner wall, the child whimpered and kicked the sheet with his heels. His white body twisted, and the sight was so ecstatic it blinded me. Greedily, I opened the gap wider and pushed my middle finger in as well.
“Ah.”
“Still?”
“No, no, no, it doesn’t hurt⋯. Mika, your name. Say, hic, say my name.”
“Yes, Ruben. ⋯Ruben⋯.”
How could it not hurt? I knew Ruben’s patience well. Yet, the present moment, where my greed was opening the child’s body, was unbearably sweet, even infuriating.
Ruben’s thighs, spread wide, trembled. I spread holy oil meticulously on the inner walls with both fingers deep inside, then came back out and slowly stroked and pressed the widened entrance with my thumb. With such unhurried movements, Ruben’s body gradually opened.
My hands, which had held a sword for a long time, were thick and calloused with prominent knuckles. It took quite a while for my second finger to go in, but my third finger was swallowed quickly. Each time I thrust my hands deep, mimicking the act, the space between my thumb and ring finger bumped against the child’s more secret anus.
“Ruben, ⋯is this okay? Is this okay, nic.”
“Hic, uh, yes, it’s, hic, it’s okay. I⋯.”
Even with just this much opened, you act like you’re going to bite off my fingers. What’s okay? I moved my hands a little faster.
Ruben’s hands were always cold. I had lived without knowing that his body held such a hot and lustful place. With a sniffle, the sound of holy oil and lubricant mixing came from the opened cavity.
Ruben and I both had keen hearing. The child shifted, about to urge me again.
“Mika, I, hic, stop, stop that⋯. Ah!”
At the sudden, sharp moan, both the child and I froze.
The confusion was brief. As I pressed my middle finger, second knuckle, against the plump inner wall, Ruben clutched his toes and covered his mouth with both hands. Ruben’s stiffly erect genitals trembled, pointing towards the sky.
Is it right for human skin to melt this much?
“⋯Yes, stop. What⋯ shall we do.”
“No, ah, no. Wait, wait a moment, Mi, hic, Mika. There, stop! Stop pressing. Ah.”
“⋯Mm.”
“Rub, hic, hng, don’t rub, it’s not that. Ah, I, I don’t want it⋯. Together, hic, you too, ah, me.”
“Yes.”
The child’s vulva opened and closed, biting my fingers. When it opened to swallow, there was a little more space, and when it tightened, the sensation of the inner wall sticking to my hand was extraordinary. The thought of thrusting my own into it made my breath catch.
I must not be rough. I lowered my gaze and took a deep breath. Ruben looked at me through his fingers covering his face. Tears finally dripped from the child’s wet eyes, but a thrilling premonition urged me on, and I didn’t stop for a moment.
Does it feel that good to cry?
With each repeated press and stroke, Ruben writhed. As the child exhaled suppressed breaths, arching his back and pushing against my thighs with his bare feet, I finally pulled my fingers out. Ruben, who had been restless, let out a cry, hic, and sank onto the bed.
As I learned from books, I brought a pillow and placed it behind Ruben’s lower back. The child looked up at me with sulky eyes, which was so lovely that I kissed him again. Ruben opened his mouth without hesitation for a moment, just as he always had in our many previous encounters.
My lower body touched Ruben’s vulva. The tense opening tightened once more, then parted with an impatient flutter. Without haste, I hooked Ruben’s legs around my waist.
The first few times, I slipped at the entrance.
It was partly because my lower body was naturally thicker than my fingers, but it was more because Ruben trembled and squirmed with impatience every time I stroked him. With my thick tip pressing down as if to crush the narrow entrance, Ruben trembled and tried to spread his legs wider. His pebble-like knees swayed before my eyes.
“⋯Ah. Ah⋯.”
“⋯Does it hurt?”
“Hic, no⋯. Ah. Ugh⋯.”
The fluttering vulva finally swallowed what I had greedily desired. Even though I had only managed to swallow the thickest part of the tip, I paused, thinking I might ejaculate just like this. Ruben, thinking I was being considerate, took shallow breaths and tapped my back with his heels hooked over my shoulders.
“⋯More?”
“Ugh, hic, stop, stop asking⋯.”
“But, Ruben.”
“I’m, hic, I’m waiting⋯.”
As I swayed my hips like that, the reason I had been desperately holding onto flew away uncontrollably.
I gripped Ruben’s white, slender waist with both hands. His narrow pelvis fit perfectly under my hands. Meeting his eyes, heated with tension and anticipation, I buried my genitals deep into the narrow, hot, soft, yielding opening.
Simultaneously, a clear liquid, lighter than before, spurted from the tip of Ruben’s penis.
He clenched his teeth so hard that not a single sound escaped. But the inner walls, biting and chewing my genitals, trembled and clung tightly, letting me know his body had opened with joy. There was no reason to hesitate any longer. I pulled back halfway, then thrust deep again.
Ruben writhed silently.
How could I have known that becoming one was like this?
With each thrust, Ruben’s fingertips dug into my shoulders. His buttocks, shaking with each movement, were hollowed by tension. The sweet scent of grass from our bodies mingled. Ruben’s mouth, as he shook his head, couldn’t close, revealing his bright red inner flesh. A few times I licked his parted lips, and a few more times I sucked the tip of his protruding tongue.
The thoroughly wet inner walls grew hotter the more we rubbed. With each grind of our bodies, liquid dripped from the tip of Ruben’s genitals. The sight of him, glistening and wet with arousal even in places not touched by holy oil, was so beautiful.
“Ah, hic, ah, Mi, Mikaa. Mika⋯. Wait, just a moment. I just, just came⋯.”
“⋯I like it, I like it⋯.”
“⋯Hic, eugh⋯. Ugh, me too⋯. Ah. Ah, no, hic. Inside⋯!”
I nibbled and licked Ruben’s earlobe. There was a small mole behind Ruben’s left ear. As I licked and bit it, the child trembled again and wrapped his legs around my waist. With that, I ejaculated my second load inside Ruben’s body. Despite it being the second time, my erection didn’t subside, so I thrust back in immediately without a moment’s pause.
Ruben’s vulva, mixed with holy oil, lubricant, and my semen, only knew how to swallow, not spit out. When I pulled my genitals back, he whimpered in protest and clung to me, and when I thrust deep, he gladly opened to let me in.
No matter where I touched, licked, or sucked, the heat didn’t subside.
When the child waved his hand, I grabbed his wrist and rubbed my lips against his fingertips and palm. When the child panted and writhed, I pressed my face against his chest, nipping, licking, and sucking, leaving red marks.
Ruben’s white chest turned red with heat, and with a few red marks scattered on top, I couldn’t help but grip it with my hands. His firm chest was crushed between my fingers, and he shyly revealed his nipples, which had become plumper than before. When I squeezed and rubbed the reddened tips, Ruben sobbed and twisted his hips again.
Ruben, who had initially tried hard to suppress his cries, let out uninhibited moans when he bit my fingers. Occasionally, my fingertips would sting from the child’s bites, but both Ruben and I knew very well that it only added to the heat.
Ruben didn’t hesitate to hurt me. As if telling me to do the same.
Fearlessly.
“Hwak, ah, ah! Uh, hic, no, ah. Ahh⋯! Again, again⋯.”
“Ruben, it’s okay, it’s okay. Uh? Look, here⋯.”
“Hic, don’t look, don’t look. Ah, ah, hak⋯!”
As two strong men tangled and fucked, the pillow initially placed underneath easily tore open at the seams.
I roughly tossed the torn pillow to the side of the bed. Because of that, there was nothing to support Ruben’s hips, so I held the child with both hands and moved him. As a result, Ruben’s vulva, which had swallowed my genitals, was clearly visible below my gaze, and Ruben, unable to bear it, squirmed in embarrassment.
However, I found the sight of the child’s once-narrow opening, now wide open and thoroughly wet with lubricant, to be quite pleasing. The vulva, with a delicate color resembling its owner’s nipples, was clearly visible, reddened by friction due to its sparse hair.
To soothe Ruben, who was gasping, ashamed of expelling semen, I kissed him a few times, and enjoying the tightly constricting inner walls, I swallowed hot breaths. When Ruben ejaculated, his inner walls clung tightly, constricting my genitals so much that they ached, and I thought, this is a big problem because I like it too.
“Ah, again⋯.”
“Ugh, yes! Ah⋯. Ah⋯.”
The child tapped my shoulder. Without hesitation, I gripped Ruben’s penis, which was now ejaculating a thinner semen, and moved it up and down. The child cried again and arched his back.
If this is the kind of crying, I would be happy to make Ruben cry for a thousand years. A dirty desire reared its head again.