By Zephyria “Squad A, start from that end. Squad B, patrol and subdue any suspicious individuals. I’ll start checking from here.”
“Yes, understood.”
“It’ll only make things harder for us if rumors spread, so search thoroughly. Let’s try to finish within 20 minutes. Move out.”
“Yes!”
As the leader gestured for them to move, his subordinates scattered in an orderly fashion.
The squad member, who was left alone, took the master key he had received from the headquarters management office earlier and approached a nearby door. There were two holes in the doorknob. He inserted the key into each one, one above the other, and turned them clockwise and counterclockwise, respectively.
Click, as the lock was released, the door opened on its own without the need to grab the handle.
Creak—
The interior, with the lights off, was quiet. The squad member carefully shone a flashlight into the dark interior.
A sofa and table, and documents covering one side of the wall. There was no sign of anyone inside. He took a few steps inside and checked under the table, then opened the steel cabinet.
The inside of the cabinet was covered in dust, as if it had not been touched for a long time. The squad member, who had carefully searched, judged that there was nothing suspicious and came out.
After closing and locking the door, he moved to the door next to it. Busy footsteps echoed in the hallway.
The verification work proceeded smoothly.
“Haa… ha, ah….”
Leonardo’s lips, pressed against the door, were distorted unsightly. His glistening lower face was constantly exhaling moans. Following his breath, a humid picture spread across the thick door.
A drop of water that had formed on the surface rolled down. The vertically connected trajectory met the highly viscous liquid at the bottom. White marks splattered everywhere, leaving a sticky afterglow as they flowed down to the floor.
At his feet, the traces of passion were blatantly pooled. It was a fairly large area.
At the same time, the ejaculate that had not yet been completed welled up from the tip of his glans. His two legs, barely standing while holding onto the door frame, trembled finely, unable to overcome the deep afterglow.
Hugo hugged that stimulating gesture and felt it with his whole body.
The trembling of his shoulder blades tickling his chest, the convulsions on the back of his thighs sharing the pleasure. The hot and heartbreaking sighs that were painful just to hear. And everything was vivid, including the strange sensation wriggling in his hand.
Hugo concentrated on the density and strong smell of the moisture that covered even the back of his hand, even though he couldn’t see it. He intuitively knew that it had been quite a while since he had ejaculated.
He had been wriggling and acting sensitively as soon as he was touched, so he thought he was naturally sensitive. Whatever the reason, he was glad that he was able to feel it well even with the clumsy touch of an old man.
He buried his lips in Leonardo’s cheek, which was as moist as his crotch. Then, he gently applied pressure to his hand as if he was trying to help him urinate in order to help him to the end. Then, Leonardo sobbed and moaned, pulling his buttocks back and rubbing them together as if they would interlock.
It didn’t seem intentional, but it was difficult. Just as he was about to pull back slightly, fearing that things would get out of hand.
“Heu…euh.”
The thing in his hand pulsed. To be exact, he could feel the flow of blood. Just when he was confused whether it was his own pulse, the genitals, which had become as hot as if they would burn, gradually began to swell in his hand.
“…….”
Hugo’s eyes narrowed.
It seemed that he had underestimated the vigor of a 20-year-old.
“Not enough?”
He asked just in case. Then, his neck, as ripe as his genitals, swayed steeply, even from behind.
But the panting breaths sounded precarious compared to his excited appearance. The body he was hugging heaved slowly, like a lion that had finished hunting.
It hadn’t been long since the end of the match, so he was probably quite tired, apart from his sexual desire, now that he was in a state of tension and had just reached his climax.
Just then, he could hear the sound of people moving in a group in the nearby hallway. Hugo, who had been watching the situation in his arms, glanced around. In order to avoid the difficult situation, he first conjured water in his left hand.
He neatly wiped away the semen scattered on the door and floor with a stream of water. Then, just as he was about to remove his hand from Leonardo’s lower body to clean up the mess.
A boiling hand reached out and grabbed his wrist as he tried to pull it out.
“…Don’t take it out.”
The temperature was so high that he was startled for a moment. After a moment of bewilderment, Leonardo, who had been leaning his head against the door, slowly lifted his lowered head. Soon, he turned around unsteadily. The soles of his shoes were smeared with moisture, but he didn’t care.
His half-open eyes looked up drowsily.
His lower abdomen, smeared with semen, twitched, repeating contraction and relaxation. Occasionally, the beads of sweat that had formed slipped and disappeared into the dark trajectory that led from his pubic bone.
At that terribly suggestive sight, Hugo paused for a moment and followed Leonardo’s lead.
“Don’t take it out?”
“Yeah….”
Leonardo placed his hand over Hugo’s damp hand. Then, he pressed the man’s grasped hand down onto his erect penis, as if telling him to hold it properly.
“Ah… ugh, ugh…”
The man’s hand, naturally having a lower body temperature, felt chillingly cold against the flushed skin, sending shivers down the spine. That temperature difference couldn’t be narrowed even if the God of Ice intentionally tried to. Rather, it allowed him to feel every subtle movement, tremor, and even desire in the palm of his hand. Thanks to that, his sensitive cock head throbbed intensely, as if about to burst.
Leonardo had realized long ago that he wasn’t in his right mind, but he couldn’t bear the itchiness pooling in his lower abdomen. He wanted to ejaculate until his nerve endings were worn and frayed. He also wanted to shatter the face of the man who was pretending to be the only rational one.
He decided to blame all of this on some unknown compound.
Leonardo, breathing heavily, used his trembling hands to bend Hugo’s fingertips. He wrapped the long fingers around the stiffening shaft once more, folding each knuckle to make them round.
Lukewarm warmth, the smooth skin of a nobleman unlike a man’s, and the broad palm smeared with his own semen.
All of that stirred Leonardo’s senses, creating a chilling thrill that spread throughout his body.
He licked his lips, wiped his mouth, and moved closer to Hugo. Soon, he licked his closed lips, craving affection. He eagerly melted the stiff mouth and hands that didn’t understand his intentions.
The flesh, bulging and uneven where the lines of his palm folded, was very soft, unlike his own calloused hands. He rubbed his palm against his glans, which was already aching at the mere scent of Your Grace. The squelching sound made it seem like a rather vulgar hole.
Leonardo moved his hips, thrusting into that hole. He explored Your Grace’s lips, staring straight into his blue eyes.
“Hmm, uh…”
The golden glint flickering in the darkness shone faintly, like a beast of prey eyeing its target. A moan, as if savoring the moment, escaped through his teeth, teasing his tongue. He was busy satisfying his own lust, his face contorted as if he were about to devour him.
Hugo simply watched the scene unfold. However, unlike his calm exterior, he was a little confused inside.
The flesh throbbing in his palm felt different from the one that had been trembling so adorably a moment ago. The provocative eyes meeting his made him realize that he was being thoroughly objectified as a target of lust.
‘Ha.’
Hugo’s inner self scoffed. In that instant, an impudent hand reached for his bulging lower body once more.
It gripped and shook his belt buckle and zipper as if trying to tear them off with force. His lower body was pulled along for a moment, so there was no need to express his firm will in words.
It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t affected. However, it was the first time a man had used him as a hole to thrust into, so he hesitated for a moment, wondering how to accept this.
He had tried to help, but instead, he was being used as a masturbatory tool. The dignity of a Duke, which he had maintained throughout his life, showed a sense of humiliation. Was this what they meant by feeling strange?
However, his masculinity, which had always been dominant, made light of the challenge and suggested that he should enjoy the fellow’s audacity for a moment. But he had no intention of being played with as he pleased.
Instinct rode a precarious line, causing Hugo’s Adam’s apple to bob. The blue glint in his eyes narrowed. Hugo, who had taken his lips away first, snatched Leonardo’s bold wrist.
He pinned it next to the disheveled blonde hair, restraining him tightly.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
His voice and gaze were deliberately cold. But that, in turn, sharply scratched Leonardo’s spine. As he thrust against the squelching sensation, Leonardo bit his own lip to fill the emptiness in his mouth.
At the same time, he pulled out his captured hand and wrapped it around the man’s neck. He wrapped one leg around the back of the firmly standing man’s leg.
“You said you’d help.”
As he pressed his body close, almost clinging to him, their Achilles tendons made a languid contact. Their messily wet genitals also pressed against each other.
He deliberately buried his face in Hugo’s neck and whispered softly with a playful voice.
“Squeeze a little tighter.”