By Zephyria Lips met lips again. This time, however, they were pressed firmly, unlike last time when they had only touched lightly, just the surface of the lips.
The scent of midnight that Hugh brought with him was the scent of the wind. A faint minty smell wafted through it. He must have brushed his teeth. Where did he wash up?
And then Hugh pulled back again. It was my turn now. He didn’t let go. I immediately opened my mouth and plunged into Hugh’s. I licked his surprised tongue tip, and placed my thick tongue over his thinner one, rubbing it.
The sound of my heart pounding loudly echoed nearby. My chest, pressed against his, my hands gripping my shoulders, even my waist held tightly in my hands, all trembled. But he didn’t hit me or push me away. I felt at ease and slowly savored his thoroughly wet mouth.
It was softer than candy, and wetter, making it slippery. I regretted that my tongue wasn’t long enough to taste it to my heart’s content. I tilted my head slightly, and he made a soft sound of exertion. So this time, I brought Hugh’s tongue into my mouth. I sucked it, making wet sounds.
Every time our tongue tips brushed, Hugh’s shoulders jumped. Even though our chests were pressed together and rubbing, which was hot enough, his nipples hardened.
Should I try to lick deeper this time? As I pushed my tongue into Hugh’s mouth again, he gently tapped my shoulder and pushed me away.
Our lips parted. Hugh, panting, and I, panting, looked at each other.
Hugh was completely red. It was strange that we, who could run for two hours without getting out of breath, were panting so much just from kissing on the bed. Yet, I liked it. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to kiss Hugh again. I opened my mouth and licked Hugh’s lips once more.
Hugh didn’t open his mouth right away.
“Mmm…”
“…Why?”
“Too, chew, too… That, don’t push it in. I can’t, I can’t breathe.”
“Okay. I will.”
“…”
“And, what else?”
“…What else…”
Hugh’s hand slid from my shoulder to my forearm. The hand that had been holding just above my elbow moved to my chest. I was impatient, but all of Hugh’s movements were so slow that I felt suffocated. Hugh, slowly rubbing my chest, let out a small smile.
Beautiful.
“…You, right now.”
“Yeah.”
“Your heart is beating like crazy.”
“Mine?”
That was it. No wonder my head was spinning and my eyes felt hot. The pounding of my heart was loud. I blinked and lowered my head again, pressing my lips against Hugh’s. This time, Hugh opened his mouth.
Vincent was right. Rubbing the mucous membrane felt good.
I couldn’t think of any other way to describe this sensation besides “good.” It was soft and smooth, slippery and sticky. It was hot and warm, and throbbed.
We shared each other’s saliva a few more times. We bit our lips and tongues gently, just enough not to hurt.
It feels good.
“Hic, mmm… Stop, stop. Hey, chew…”
“Mmmph.”
“Mmmph, what’s that. Wait, ha, wait a minute, breathe. Let’s breathe.”
“…Yeah.”
I grew more and more restless. I was thirsty again. I wanted to drink Hugh. I regretted the days I had lived without knowing there was such sweet semen in his mouth.
Hugh’s face, which had pushed me away, was flushed with a smile. His face was bright red, his eyes shining as if he were looking at something incredibly beautiful, and he looked up at me and chuckled.
Then he threw off his shirt.
“Hey. Let’s do it.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, what’s that. Fuck, you know what I’m suggesting.”
“Anything is fine.”
I followed Hugh and took off my shirt, throwing it onto the floor beside the bed. Hugh laughed out loud this time. “Crazy, fuck, so much,” he kept saying. Then he sat up completely on the bed and placed his hand on my thigh, over my pants.
“…Hic.”
“Hic, you’re doing that. You crazy bastard… When did you get so hard?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yeah, you… What would you know.”
Hugh’s crotch was also bulging as he spoke. I decided to act cute.
Hugh liked it when I blinked and looked at him several times. I blinked my eyes, and meekly clasped my hands in front of me. Then Hugh grinned, showing his teeth, and said “Ah, shit,” clenching and unclenching his hands, wiggling them up and down. Ah. He was indeed happy.
“Yeah, I don’t know. You tell me.”
“…I have to. Where else would you learn something like this, fuck. It’s only me.”
“Yeah.”
Hugh adjusted his position while sitting facing me. Then, he finally placed his legs over my thighs. I thought he might wrap his legs around my waist like this, but he first freed my genitals, which were pressed tightly in my pants.
It was the first time I had seen my penis so hard.
Even to me, who didn’t think anything looked gross, it looked a bit unappealing. It was bright red, large, and bumpy, with a wet, glistening tip. It looked like an Orc’s or Ogre’s penis.
Hugh’s gaze slowly swept over mine. Not just his gaze, but his thin fingers traced my penis from bottom to top.
Clear fluid leaked from the aroused tip, its foreskin pulled back.
“…”
Hugh swallowed.
Is he okay? Is this how it is for everyone? I wondered. I want to see too. I fumbled with Hugh’s pants and pulled out what was inside. And I was surprised.
Hugh’s genitals were also surprisingly swollen. But unlike mine, they were quite pretty. Like the rest of his skin, the skin there was thin and pale, so his veins showed through, looking like leaf veins up close. The root and tip were a bit thin, but the shaft was plump and soft.
Mine was dark red, but Hugh’s was pink. Either way, it looked prettier.
What do I do now?
As I waited patiently, the tip of Hugh’s penis touched mine.
“…Gently, hold it. Together.”
“Yeah.”
His voice was deep. I leaned in to kiss him again, wanting to kiss him, but Hugh turned his head to the side, avoiding my lips. Instead, he kissed my cheeks and chin, making a purring sound as he inhaled.
“No, chew… Learn by watching properly. We’re not going to do this just once.”
“Yeah.”
That was true. I gently held both Hugh’s and my genitals together. My palm felt hot, and my lower abdomen tingled. It felt similar to when we were cramped in that narrow cave with Hugh before. My penis wasn’t this hard then, but it felt similar.
I held both penises, and Hugh placed his hand over mine. Hugh let out another hot breath, and our gazes fell downwards. Hugh’s hand moved slowly up and down. My hand followed. Soon, Hugh’s less moist genitals became wet and sticky, and the sound of our two penises rubbing together filled the air.
Hugh no longer guided my hand. He gripped my shoulders, panting and thrusting his hips. He rubbed mine and his against each other inside the opening my hand had created.
I licked and sucked the prominent Adam’s apple on his dry neck. I liked hearing Hugh’s laughter nearby.
I kissed the hollow of his collarbone below his slender neck. Hugh stroked my hair. I bit down on his chest, which was pushed forward. Hugh pushed my shoulder and shook his head.
I bit down again. My palm became damp. Hugh pulled my head into his embrace. So I bit and licked his light-colored nipples until they turned red…
I ejaculated a large amount of semen onto Hugh’s flat belly button. The pleasure brought on by the continuous friction was immense. Seeing me collapse, panting, Hugh smiled with a very full face. “Do it again, again.” I obeyed. My hand, roughly stroking my recently ejaculated penis, hurt, and felt good. I quickly got hard again and received much praise.
We played with our hands until the sheets were soaked and damp with sweat and semen, losing track of time.
Moonlight streamed deeply through the wide-open window. Hugh, who had opened the terrace window because the smell in the room was too strong, sat in my arms, wrapped in a blanket. Even though my body was cooling down, Hugh’s whole body was warm from me constantly holding and caressing him.
Hugh, who had been gently stroking my arm wrapped around his waist, leaned his head against my shoulder. Then he rubbed his head against mine. He was like a cat. Very cute and a little rough. I kissed the crown of his head, and Hugh laughed again.
“What is it?”
“I like it.”
“…Yeah. I like it too.”
“I love you.”
“…I love you too.”
“This time, is it the same ‘I love you’?”
“…Yeah.”
“I didn’t know I could lick inside your mouth. It feels good now that I’ve tried it.”
“…Yeah, fuck, I was too scared… I should have just gone for it.”
“Yeah. Teach me again.”
Hugh’s shoulders trembled slightly. No, his whole body trembled as he laughed. When Hugh laughed, my belly felt full. From below my neck to below my navel, it swelled up as if I had swallowed a large piece of meat.
Hugh’s slender fingers, resting on my arm, covered my hand, and his fingers intertwined with mine. I loved Hugh, who fit perfectly into my arms, so, so, so much.
Hugh slowly caressed each of my fingers one by one. It was a little ticklish, and very fun.
Then, Hugh clasped my fourth finger and said.
“Elvin.”
“Yeah.”
“Fifth seed of the steadfast water flower.”
The Barshal Tribe language that came from Hugh’s mouth was more enchanting than any lullaby sung by Undines. I replied with another “Yeah.” My heart was pounding very fast again. Hugh pressed his shoulder blades against my pounding chest and laughed again.
“Marry me.”
“Okay.”
“…Why so quick with the answer.”
“Marry me.”
Hugh threw his head back. His large, round eyes looking up at me were filled with laughter. I kissed Hugh’s forehead, the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his eyes. Hugh twisted his upper body and kissed my lips again, like a stamp.
Our kiss was no longer breathless. It was simply sweet. When the long kiss ended, Hugh whispered.
“…I’ve already asked Duke Widrow to officiate.”
“Huh?”
“Well, neither you nor I are the type to gather people and throw parties. It feels unnecessarily awkward. I just wanted to do it simply… just for the form. Because, this is… the place where you and I have been the longest.”
“I like it.”
“Yeah, what’s not to like about you…”
And now I know I have to express my feelings clearly in words.
“No, it’s good to marry you. Hugh Benson. I love you.”
“…”
Hugh remained silent for a long time. But before falling asleep, he answered, “Me too.”