BMD 412

“Ugh, ah—.”

His flat lower abdomen rose and fell rapidly, as if mirroring his panting breath. In front of it, the blunt glans, seeming even more hurried, traced a suggestive path. Swaying leisurely with the recoil, it settled into the gap of the grasping palm.

As a cool sensation touched his sensitive skin, Leonardo’s back arched sharply for a moment. He almost let out a shrill cry, but he bit his lip and covered it with the back of his hand.

It was a part of him that no one but himself had touched recently. But then white, clean fingers dug in and played with him in a surprisingly lewd manner, considering their appearance. As soon as he accepted the stimulation from another person, they lightly grasped and released the glans, from which fluid was already oozing. As if to check how wet he was.

The thin, cloudy fluid smeared on the hand of His Excellency stretched out long. His lowered gaze briefly rose to meet his eyes. Leonardo swallowed hard as his hair stood on end.

The man’s dark gaze blatantly alternated between his palm and his eyes. Crazy bastard, he couldn’t bring himself to say it and turned his head away.

Chapped skin was visible below his chin, and there were shiny teeth marks on his throbbing Adam’s apple. It wasn’t for the person who left the marks to say, but whether it was emotion, pain, or pleasure, he probably hadn’t broken the habit of biting when trying to endure something. Hugo stroked the other’s bitten lip with his left thumb.

“Don’t bite.”

Even as he said that, he stroked the soft and delicate glans with his right thumb.

“Hah, ugh….”

An unusual frown appeared on Leonardo’s brow. At the same time, his distinct abs squeezed his lower abdomen. Below the curve that had swollen painfully as he became erect, a cool touch persistently rubbed a sensitive spot. How could someone who knew so much do this? He was the one who told him to hurry up, but he didn’t expect him to target his weak spot right away.

“Wait, there, ah—.”

A dark, beast-like growl was mixed in with Leonardo’s moans. As the heat he emitted rose, beads of sweat gradually began to form on Hugo’s forehead as well. The palm that had been steadily pressing on the slippery shaft now moved slowly up and down. It dawdled frustratingly, then flicked hard once in a while. The unpredictable handjob grabbed his pleasure by the hair and shook it.

Leonardo was helplessly dragged along by the skillful ejaculation guidance.

He couldn’t tell him to go slower, so he gripped his wrist as if he would break it. But the man’s hand didn’t stop, so he ended up shaking along with him.

“Heuh, ungh….”

A voice that Leonardo had never heard before flowed out of him, even though he hadn’t been properly touched. Hugo felt like it was a great loss that he couldn’t see his face at that moment.

“Should I turn on the light, Leo?”

“…Ugh, what?”

“I want to see you properly.”

What? He couldn’t ask back. If the subject was his face, it was a sweet whisper. But then his base handjob squeezed the shaft from the base of his scrotum and pulled it up.

It felt like a noose was squeezing out the pre-cum and scraping the inside. Leonardo tore at Hugo’s cuff as much as the spreading pleasure allowed. He almost answered “Me too,” but then he remembered his state, covered in Plarinus fluid and not properly washed.

The Legion Commander he had encountered outside looked so neat and handsome that it was etched in his mind. In contrast, he had been fighting for hours, falling into the water, sweating… He didn’t want to show him his disheveled, perverted self, panting and blushing. Leonardo shook his head.

“No, I don’t want to.”

It was a firmness that left no room for persuasion. The faint light that had been spreading behind Hugo disappeared with regret. A small Light Ball had been on standby to light up at any time, even without permission. But Leonardo, who had quickly wrapped his arms around his neck, waved his hand and quickly extinguished it.

Leonardo, who was breathing roughly, instead lowered his reddened eyes. His gaze landed on the man’s member, which revealed a clear curve even in the darkness.

Since the only light was coming from his waist, his lower body, where the light was seeping in, would be more expressive than his face.

The size of it, proportional to the size of his hands and feet, was already quite prominent. It was difficult to tell whether he was excited or not. He had often seen the outline that could not be hidden by the wrinkles of his pants when he was with Bando or in his private room.

But it was different now. The heavy form that had been lying diagonally was gradually hardening and pushing the front of his uniform pants from the inside. The fabric, unable to withstand the thickness, was stretched taut. Just looking at it, his imagination created a precarious shape.

The heat beyond the fabric, which had swollen without room to hide, was transmitted to his thighs. Leonardo, now certain, reached out without hesitation.

“I want to touch you too.”

As he grabbed the thick shaft over his clothes, the volume that filled his hand was beyond his imagination. However, Hugo groaned, “Ugh,” at the sudden, inconsiderate touch. His eyes also narrowed slightly. At the same time, his grip, which had been controlling himself, faltered for a moment.

Leonardo was the one who had acted impulsively, but he was also the one who twisted his waist.

“Ah—!”

“Shh.”

The short, sharp voice was quite sharp. Hugo soothed the trembling other person and kissed him. Below, he soothed his genitals, which had become so sticky that they would soak his own hands.

He felt sorry for gripping it so hard, so he gently teased the split end of the glans. Then he arched his back as if he was impatient. His energy was as fierce as the pulse throbbing in his neck.

Hugo decided to calm him down appropriately, lest he be infected by that energy. He pulled out his tongue and stirred the narrow mouth. He thoroughly examined his teeth, palate, and under his tongue, as if trying to extinguish the burning fire. But Leonardo, while intertwining his tongue, busily groped His Excellency’s lower body with his blurred gaze and one hand.

Since his mind was elsewhere, saliva flowed down his chin. How could he miss the shadow rising below his snow-white uniform? The hand that fearlessly reached out gnawed at Hugo’s buckle, trying to undo it.

Hugo, who had been wiping the wet chin with the root of his tongue, looked down with a chilly gaze. Veins gradually bulged on his temples. Soon, he stopped the puppy’s provocation.

“Stop. Turn around.”

“Ah—, why?”

Leonardo resisted, but Hugo grabbed his wrist and turned him around, leaning him against the door. He pressed his arms behind his back against the door as if binding a criminal. He put his boot inside his ankle to spread his legs shoulder-width apart. He wrapped his right arm around his waist and hugged him from behind. He made him push his pelvis back, and his wet hand naturally dug into the groin he had been caressing.

“Hiss—.”

As the broad upper body covered him from behind, Leonardo trembled lightly with excitement.

“…Ah.”

It was a position that was easy to subdue. No, it seemed he had already been subdued. The man, who had bitten his earlobe over his shoulder, whispered sweetly.

“It’s my first time doing it for someone else, so this position is comfortable.”

It was his first time doing it for someone else? At that false word, Leonardo found himself melting away. Soon, he obediently leaned his head against the door and forcibly pulled the arm that was attached to his back. He buried his lips in his forearm. With his other hand, he grabbed the man’s forearm that had crossed his pubic bone. Whether His Excellency’s excuse was true or not, the hand movements and strength were different from before.

“Ugh, ungh, ugh, ah—.”

Muscles stood out on his forehead, which was revealed between his golden hair. Unbearable moans flowed from his lips. Bumpy curves appeared on his round, smooth skin. The sound of skin rubbing against skin echoed in the quiet room each time his skin rubbed against his. Golden eyelashes, denying that this humid sound was really coming from his lower body, fluttered.

However, the man’s hand, which had found a more familiar position, gradually increased its speed. Unlike before, when he had been cautious, he urged him on smoothly and cruelly, like a jockey driving a horse.

Leonardo, unable to cope with the pleasure that tingled to the ends of his limbs, complained with his teeth clenched.

“Hah, it’s unfair—.”

“What again.”

“No, why, only me… ugh….”

His fiercely erect member was clearly touching his buttocks and lower back. It was clear that he was as excited as he was, but he didn’t know why he wouldn’t let him touch it. Leonardo’s hand struggled to reach over and groped for Hugo’s center. Hugo, realizing his intentions, breathed out and recited.

“You told me to finish quickly.”

It’ll be dangerous if I join in.

Hugo unceremoniously bit Leonardo’s sweaty nape. Like an animal hunted by a predator, Leonardo let out a heartbreaking sigh. His tattered neck repeatedly swelled and contracted, trying to escape the choker’s restraint.

He asked with a childishness born of injustice.

“Do you, ah, do you masturbate like this too?”

One of Hugo’s eyebrows rose.

“What?”

“Do you do it alone… like this?”

“Hah, curious?”

“Heuh, ungh….”

“I’ll tell you later.”

The tip of his tongue, which had promised that, dug into his ear and shredded his nerves with small bumps.

His waist swayed in response, giving him the feeling of being penetrated. His erector spinae rippled. The heat that had been tightening his lower abdomen gradually gathered in one place, following the rhythm of the up-and-down movements.

Leonardo felt the urge to urinate.

Thud, thud, thud. The driving touch was unusual. He skillfully led him to climax as if he knew the fastest way.

Leonardo’s hands, stretched out in front and behind, grabbed Hugo’s clothes. He pulled him toward him and turned his head to the side.

As he made a sound and reached out his tongue as if begging, straight lips approached and blocked him on their own.

The sparks that had been flying in his head all turned white and flickered out. The tips of his toes, which had barely been balancing in his shoes, curled up tightly. His glans, already covered in bodily fluids, throbbed painfully.

Just as his elegant eyebrows were about to be completely distorted, his reddened genitals vibrated in his large hand.