By Zephyria 
Leonardo’s flushed neck was thick with bulging veins. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Grabbing his own bangs, he shook his head frantically, overwhelmed by the maddening sensation.
“Don’t talk while you’re doing that!”
The outburst, held back until it finally exploded, was breathless. Mixed with panting, the reproach held no threat for the listener. Rather, Hugo, who seemed to disregard the situation, let out a low chuckle at the desperate voice.
“You seem to like it.”
“Ah, seriously—.”
The calmly pitched voice persistently tormented the watchtower rising from the valley’s crevice. Using even the root of his tongue, he traced the edge of the rounded roof. Yet, as if intentional, he did not pry open the split crevice. It was as if he were heating it until it ripened further, intending to savor it later.
At this malicious behavior, Leonardo’s fine brow furrowed deeply. The damp mucous membrane squirmed, brushing against the glans cap—this felt like constantly tickling a sensitive spot with a feather. Moreover, wasn’t it cheating to not properly take it in but to lick it with his tongue? It wasn’t service; it was pure torture.
“Huh, ugh….”
The swollen, hypersensitive tip throbbed painfully. Leonardo, his eyes rimmed red, gasped for air and desperately pressed his buttocks against the tabletop. Though his eyelashes fluttered, he cast his gaze into the distance. He wanted to thrust wildly as he pleased, but fearing he might injure His Excellency’s mouth in his first experience, he suppressed the desire.
However, the scene in the opposite mirror paralyzed his reason.
His own face, clearly flushed with excitement. That disgraceful expression made his brow furrow briefly, but then His Excellency’s back, positioned between his spread legs, captured his gaze.
Dressed only in a pristine white shirt, without jacket or vest, made his shoulders, vast as an ocean, appear even broader. The mirror was too small to capture his entire body, but imagination filled in the rest. The thought of that broad back, the narrow waist and buttocks beneath it, and the polished shoes kneeling….
‘Fuck, I’m going crazy.’
The winged imagination soon transformed into delusion. He wanted to tear off the annoying fabric and strip him bare right in front of him. The vision of the Duke’s naked body, which would be unbearably alluring, flickered in his mind. With every twitch of his cheek, the fabric crumpled in his hand, and beneath it, the man’s substantial muscles surged like angry waves.
That wild-horse-like movement further stoked Leonardo’s seething desire.
Should he just act as he pleases? Isn’t it this person’s role, not mine, to act like a gentleman? As he pondered, His Excellency’s engrossed nape and ear came into view.
They were red. So red they looked a completely different color from his own leg draped over the shoulder.
Discovering this secret side of the cold man, a sense of climax surged from that alone.
“Ugh… ah….”
Leonardo exhaled a hot breath and pushed his fingers into His Excellency’s hair buried in his crotch. Then, fearing he might unknowingly grab it, he slid them down to his nape. Placing his hand there, pressing gently on the back of his head, he lifted his hips. He suddenly found himself in the disgraceful position of raising his head and rubbing his penis against the other’s face, but he had to do it.
Then, the pressed lips touched the glans’ slit, which had been evading them all along.
“Leo, hmm…. I’ve been curious about something.”
Leonardo’s pupils dilated instantly. The sensation of something prying into his flesh made his irregular breathing stop. The smooth flesh was intently rubbing around the urethral opening.
“Hhuuk, ah, don’t talk… ah—.”
The penis, entangled in the voice, couldn’t distinguish between caress and whisper. The man’s pronunciation, licking and scraping the tip with his tongue out, was terribly lewd. Even though he hadn’t permitted the question, the other continued.
“Did you remove your pubic hair on purpose?”
Fearing a strange moan might escape, Leonardo couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth. He merely covered his mouth with the back of his hand, clutching the hem of his robe’s sleeve and his fist together.
‘Is he insane?’
Hearing such words in that refined tone made him feel the gaze focused on his center as if it were tangible. His cock, swelling uncontrollably as if it had exhibitionist tendencies, was in no position to criticize.
“Why… are you asking that?”
Hugo, waiting for an answer, licked the pale fluid in the crimson cleft. He thought it would be fishy, but it was thinner than semen and less repulsive than expected. The problem was that it kept oozing out no matter how much he stole.
“When else would I ask?”
The squirming gesture shook his lower body, causing the glans, unable to find the opening, to wander around his lips and the bridge of his nose. Leonardo, clenching his curled toes, barely managed to stammer through the opened words.
“Just… hfft… do it properly.”
Pressed by the pillar rubbing against him, Hugo twisted one corner of his mouth. Then he muttered as if finding it absurd.
“I’m doing fine on my own.”
“No, not like this, ah….”
Each time he spoke, the sensation of the glans being smeared grated on his nerves. He was so frustrated he wanted to shove it into his mouth and thrust his hips right then.
“Ah, ugh.”
A whining sound escaped from between Leonardo’s teeth. To Hugo, it just sounded cute. Had a laugh leaked out unknowingly? The groaning beast swept his own eyes with his palm and finally grabbed a handful of hair. Pulling the bowed head back, facing him, he growled out.
“Put it in, hurry.”
It seemed he had reached his limit. Hugo, frowning at the unfamiliar sensation of his scalp being pulled, let out a short chuckle.
“What manners.”
“Exactly, who told you to act like that?”
“You should ask, ‘Please put it in.'”
“You do it first, ah….”
You said you’d do it first, the unfinished retort faded under the lights. Because His Excellency, tilting his neck as if for a kiss, neatly pressed his lips against the twitching penis.
Rubbing slowly with his lips, the clear precum flowed thickly, gradually turning cloudy. Smearing the slippery fluid with his tongue, he coated the entire head of the cock.
Unidentifiable substances, whether saliva or turbid fluid, mixed and served as lubricant. Having finished preparations, Hugo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he lifted his eyelids. Then, his eyes met Leonardo’s, who was scowling and panting heavily.
In this moment, both stared intently, trying to imprint each other’s expressions in memory. Hugo simply opened his jaw and slowly took in the erect tip from the beginning.
“Ahhuuk, kheut—.”
Veins of endurance bulged on Leonardo’s forehead and lower abdomen. His finely trembling waist twisted. From the head, the shaft was sucked into the smooth, soft inner flesh, the delicate yet plump mucous membrane. Only half was in, but Leonardo already fell into the illusion that it had been pushed in to the root.
Because the pleasure rising up his spine was prickling his nerves beyond expectation.
‘It’s hot.’
His Excellency’s mouth was like boiling water. The soft tongue and the ridged palate interlocking on both sides made his mind fly away. It felt like he would come as soon as it went in. It was only because he had taken all the medicine earlier; if there hadn’t been something like a Stabilizer, he definitely would have ejaculated.
Due to the raised goosebumps, the color of his erect nipples deepened. The swollen sense of arousal, top and bottom, throbbed as if about to burst.
Perhaps feeling a slight nausea from the fullness filling his mouth, Hugo’s handsome eyebrows contorted.
He held half the penis in his mouth and caught his breath for a moment. The faint soap scent from just after washing was now gone. Only the damp body odor and the lewd smell mixed with excitement lingered in his nose.
As a low breath touched the shaft, Leonardo, still panting, squeezed out non-existent composure to admire Hugo’s face.
One cheek of His Excellency, penetrated for the first time by him, was bulging.
‘Fucking beautiful.’
Thinking it was a face only he knew made it seem unbearable. He was about to thrust into the damp mouth with his glans and then push it all the way up when—
“Ah…!”
Sluurp—with the sound, a strong suction began to pull in the entire penis. It was a completely different shock from being strangled with a tie. A sensation of being pulled out brought even fear.
“Ugh, ugh, wait—.”
But Leonardo soon realized it was an unbearable pleasure.
Lewd wet sounds embedded themselves in his ears. He had no sense of reality whether that sound truly came from those noble lips. His Excellence played the role of a vulgar hole so well one might wonder where he learned it.
Only the occasional scrape of a canine tooth against his glans and the clumsy pressure reminded him this was his first time.
Unknowingly, the hand that had slid down was fondling the soggy scrotum. Squeezing and releasing repeatedly, the control of strength was rougher than before.
“G-gently! If you keep doing that….”
There was simply no middle ground. The too-rapid pleasure surged, building tension in his prostate and urethral opening. Feeling a tickling in his gut, Leonardo instinctively knew ejaculation was imminent.
“Huk. I’m, I’m going to come.”
Whether feigning clumsiness or determined, the lack of rhythm made it utterly unpredictable. Yet, that was far more stimulating than any smooth technique.
As the crude, fierce pressure inside the mouth mercilessly violated his arousal, Leonardo, thinking this wouldn’t do, braced against the other’s cheek and shoulder and pushed him back.
But somehow, the solid upper body wouldn’t budge at all. Leonardo’s complexion gradually turned pale.