By Zephyria Leonardo slowly scanned the jewel-like blue eyes and well-defined lips with his eyes.
The laughter that had been subtly spreading between the two of them until just now had disappeared without a trace. Only the late afternoon sunlight flowed down the man’s profile and deep eyes.
When the light that reflected in the color of his eyes shone down, the contrast between the transparent iris and the dark pupils under the protruding brow bones became particularly intense. Like encountering a wolf with beautiful and chilling eyes after wandering through the snowy fields for a long time.
His low breathing, which he usually couldn’t hear well, became much clearer at this distance. He didn’t know yet whether it was because he was conscious of it or because his heart was moved.
After hesitating for a moment at the suddenly recaptured atmosphere, Leonardo instinctively tilted his neck. He lifted his chin slightly, lowered his eyelids halfway, and fixed his gaze on the other man’s lips.
He wondered for a moment if someone walking down the street would look up at the abandoned clock tower, but it was only for a moment.
He was robbed of his consciousness by the approaching scent, and he was about to throw caution to the wind, when.
“Hmm.”
A short nasal sound flowed from Leonardo’s closed lips. It was because Hugo’s lips, which he thought would go straight ahead and interlock, suddenly touched his forehead first. The cool hand that came along with it gently brushed his hair behind his ear. He hadn’t expected it, but it was like Hugo’s way of emphasizing procedure, saying that there was an order to things.
The fine hairs on his body stood on end strangely following where his hand touched. Then, a cool breath brushed his eyebrows and slowly came down to the area around his eyes.
He realized anew that his face had so much sensitivity when the man’s lips touched his eyelids.
Leonardo, twitching his eyes at the moist sound, turned his body completely and leaned his back against the metal-shaped leaves. As the two pairs of feet that had been facing the outside became entangled, his lower body also stuck together softly.
He gradually forgot that the back of his back was a cliff because of the firm arms that hugged his waist deeply and the affection that landed with a peck, peck. Leonardo, who had his arms on the railing, slightly raised his tiptoes so that Hugo, who was violating his eyelashes, would not notice.
His private parts, which had been subtly misaligned due to the height difference, brushed against each other. A thrilling excitement flowed down his spine for a moment. The hem of the cloak tucked into his side fell powerlessly to his feet. However, Leonardo only bit his lips, from which rough breaths were escaping, and did not show it.
He wouldn’t hang on unsightly this time, nor would he wriggle his waist first. No matter how the start was, he had been secretly offended by the overly gentlemanly rejection he had suffered at the villa before.
If he wanted to go beyond this, wouldn’t it be balanced if he begged this time?
It might be a meaningless battle of nerves to the Duke, who was much older, but it was a very important matter to me. Of course, I never begged either.
Leonardo’s arm, containing such intention, only supported his body leaning against the railing, and dropped the end of his bent wrist.
He didn’t caress my broad back, nor did he wrap his arms around my neck. I quietly accepted his flirtatious advances, which were intense unlike his impression, and nonchalantly tossed a remark to the man who drew a trajectory on my temple as I turned my head.
“You really like my face, don’t you.”
Hugo, upon hearing that, briefly recoiled his head. His engrossed eyes were chilling. Leonardo, who looked up at him as if looking down with an arrogant pose, added with a raised corner of his lips.
“You kiss it so much, it’ll wear away.”
The deliberately emphasized specific word was blatant. As if proving that it wasn’t wrong, my moist eyes were now glistening with saliva. Instead of answering, Hugo reached out and rubbed my peach-colored eyes with his thumb.
I was just regretting that I couldn’t slowly savor it with time and effort earlier because it was a street where people might come and go at any moment. But isn’t it different now? Pretending to fall for the provocation that wanted to gain the upper hand, I brought my lips to the temple again, where I had been lingering for the last time.
I engaged in persistent caresses as if continuing a severed pulse. As his breath spread to my ear, Leonardo, who frowned, shrugged his shoulders and cowered his neck.
“…Is it your taste?”
“It’s presumptuous to even discuss taste.”
The voice vibrating in my ear was humid. It was incomparably more stimulating than the cheap amphetamine we used to roll around with on the battlefield. The addictiveness was also much stronger. As my nerves were aroused, Leonardo’s tiptoes, which had been holding on, trembled. The metal buckles of the belts matched at the waist scraped against each other, suggesting a rougher breathing.
Leonardo, who let out a hot sigh, stared at the bell hanging over his thick shoulders.
‘I shouldn’t get excited first.’
The bell that announced midnight that day had already rung 12 times in his mind.
Contrary to his determination, his eyes, which were being loved so much, turned red like twilight beyond peach. Whether it was that my face was hard to discuss as a taste, or whether it was the slow and deep caresses that melted me. I asked with the former in mind, but either way was fine.
His lips, which bit and lingered on my earlobe, slid down my jawline and settled on the tip of my chin. As Leonardo slowly lowered his chin, which had been raised, our indecent lower lips met.
We rubbed our noses together, which had been rubbed together. Hugo, trying to soothe the urging, tilted his head and completely covered Leonardo’s lips with his own. His back, hanging on the railing, was flexibly bent backward as much as the force pressing down.
A chilling breeze brushed against my neck, and my body trembled slightly, but Leonardo couldn’t tell whether it was from the cold or from pleasure. He simply closed his eyes and enjoyed this moment as if he were standing in the middle of the sky.
Sometimes, when it comes to kissing, they say the bell rings, or it feels like walking on clouds. There were times when I thought such expressions were exaggerated, but when I finally reached this moment with the person I wanted, it wasn’t wrong at all. There must be a reason why it’s used as an idiom.
Leonardo’s right hand, which had been stiff, lost control and moved as it pleased. It went up the Duke’s arm and intertwined his fingers unreservedly in the back of his head. He twisted the soft hair with his index finger.
It was just when he was about to push his tongue in as deeply as his probing hand.
Pee- Pee-
The cry of a raptor echoed briefly twice in the sky. My attention was briefly drawn to that side, but I had heard it to the point of being sick of it in the desert. Leonardo ignored it appropriately.
But the Duke’s hand, which had been wrapped around the back of my waist, slipped out, and suddenly grabbed both of Leonardo’s shoulders and slowly lowered his upper body.
“…?”
Leonardo, with saliva dripping from the corners of his lips, looked up at Hugo with eyes that were about to fall into a daze.
Hugo, smiling, soothed his regretful tongue with a few bird kisses. He conjured water from his hands and neatly tidied up his face. Soon after, he stretched his arm out over the railing. A shadow that looked like a dot in the distance crossed the sky and descended near the clock tower.
As Leonardo narrowed his brows at the sudden gust of wind and turned his head, a white-tailed eagle was flapping its wings right behind him. Hugo received the basket that the eagle’s feet were clutching. Soon, the freed eagle gently sat on the railing.
“You must be hungry, shall we have a simple snack?”
One of the halves of the lid of the rattan picnic basket was open, and milk and orange juice were in glass bottles that had come out. Judging from the moisture on the surface of the bright yellow juice bottle, it seemed that fresh products had just been procured.
“You haven’t eaten yet, have you?”
“…Huh?”
Leonardo couldn’t answer properly because of the embarrassment. I haven’t eaten yet, but… he just stared blankly at the other person with eyes that said, ‘In this situation?’ But Hugo, on the other hand, touched Leonardo’s cheeks and neck with affectionate hands, bent down and picked up the hem of the cloak that had fallen at his feet instead. Then, after tidying up the things in his hands, he walked leisurely to the back.
The place he was heading to was a place that was hidden from view by the iron gate and structure leading to the stairs. Only then did an old two-seater sofa that had been carelessly left come into view.
Leonardo, who was staring with absurd eyes, pursed his lips and bit them.
‘That damn meal.’
I’m grateful that he’s taking care of me, but I want something else first… Ha. I suppressed the agonizing outcry.
He closed his eyes tightly and sighed.
Yeah, there are a lot of eyes watching outside. How easy is it to have a secret talk with a Duke of a country? I have to be careful.
The Gold Eyes, who had made himself understand that way, glared at the blue Divine Beast sitting on the railing.
“Are you really a Divine Beast?”
Made with the owner’s Magic Power, it can’t even get the timing right, it’s disqualified as a Divine Beast.
The Divine Beast, who was elegantly grooming its feathers, distanced itself with two feet, aware of the stinging gaze. Soon, it returned to formless Magic Power and scattered.
Leonardo ruffled his hair and headed to Hugo, following the summoned Magic Power. He didn’t see the faint smile spreading on his lips.
Leonardo, who was munching on a croissant sandwich filled with filling, wrapped the already warmed milk bottle with his palm. After raising the temperature to almost boiling, he poured it into the wooden cup next to him. As he gulped it down, the savory scent of goat’s milk spread in his mouth.
It seemed that he was hungry, and once he felt full, he didn’t feel good, but moderately drowsy.
Hugo finished the croissant in just three bites, and asked Leonardo, who was now picking up a baguette, nonchalantly.
“…You must have been very hungry. Does it suit your taste?”
“Yeah, it’s delicious. But I wasn’t that hungry.”
At the firm statement, Hugo paused for a moment and opened his mouth.
“Shall I tell them to bring more if you need it?”
“There’s still a lot left, isn’t there?”
“It’s good to have a lot.”
He didn’t add that he was so combative that the food would run out quickly.
The two were sitting side by side on the sofa with the Legion Commander’s pure white cloak spread out. In front of them was a non-melting tea table made of ice. The cloak that Leonardo had been wearing was used as a table cloth to block the cold.
Somehow, the desolate corner space on top of the tower had been transformed into a terrace with an atmosphere. The sofa was a bit cramped for two adult men to sit on, but the seating comfort was honestly better than expected.
At first, I thought it was a sofa that the bell ringer, who manually rang the bell when the clock tower was still standing, had brought to take a rest. Because on the outside, it looked faded and had a lot of traces of time.
But at this point, I had doubts that even that was part of the Duke’s plan. Like him and my thighs that were about to stick together on the seat that was sunken because of the weight.
“Aren’t you eating?”
Leonardo, who licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, turned his head and asked.
Hugo, who had been staring intently at the white cream still remaining on his lip line, belatedly met his eyes. He was going to wipe it off, but he decided to leave it alone because it was worth seeing in many ways. It would be nice to enjoy it together as a dessert later.
“I’m fine, so eat slowly. Don’t get indigestion. More than that….”
Hugo, who was about to slowly bring up the main point, saved his words for a moment. He usually doesn’t hesitate to say what he needs to say, but he hesitated at the end of his lips, worried that it might spoil the atmosphere, unlike his heart.
Looking at the clear face that was looking at him with an expression that didn’t know anything, the topic of the story that he had organized countless times in his head didn’t come to mind.
Where should I start? Would it be better to eat everything before I really get indigestion and talk? A heavy agony flashed through his mind.