By Zephyria 
But somehow, the solid upper body wouldn’t budge at all. Leonardo’s complexion gradually turned pale.
Growing impatient, he pulled back his instep and struck the flank with his heel, sending a signal. However, it seemed to have the opposite effect of spurring on a steed, as His Excellency’s movements only grew faster.
The pressure inside his mouth grew uncontrollably intense, and the mucous membrane enveloping the pillar, as well as the teasing hand, grew hot and feverish.
“Hah, ah, stop—!”
“Ugh, hmm….”
A feverish plea and an insistent nasal sound tangled together like a chord. Each time the back of his head was pounded up and down, a thump, thump sound echoed.
“Huh, ugh, I said I’m coming….”
Clearly, he was the one being impaled, yet it was his lower body that writhed as if being thrust into. As the urge to expel reached its limit, Leonardo’s tightly shut eyes saw sparks fly. Whether it was due to the overhead lighting or the heat ignited in his lower abdomen, he couldn’t tell. Saliva, not quite tidy, flowed between his clenched teeth.
Feeling as if his very reason might be sucked away next, Leonardo mustered his final desperate effort. Stretching out a trembling hand, he pushed against the deeply sunken eyes, causing Hugo’s jaw to lift halfway. And in that moment, a searing, agonizing heat erupted from Leonardo’s mouth.
“Ugh, no, don’t…!”
His vision flashed white. It was because his even teeth scraped against the slit of the glans. Hugo’s face, which had been constricting his throat, was pushed back by the forceful gesture.
The taut, swollen penis pried its way out from between his lips and was violently thrust outwards.
“Huek, keut, ugh…!”
A groan that scraped his throat welled up intensely. Simultaneously, a viscous, milky-white turbid fluid gushed up in thick clumps through the narrow opening. The ejaculate spurted out like a bursting dam. Swept up in the uncontrollable pleasure, Leonardo shuddered as if electrocuted from his scalp to his extremities.
A breathless panting that seemed about to break continued, and his damp, strand-by-strand golden hair bent back along with his neck.
“Hahuk… ah….”
His unfocused pupils shook sharply. It was as if his mind had been pierced by formless needles. It was incomparable even to solitary masturbation.
While he trembled within the flooding pleasure, the glans, which had been pushed back along His Excellency’s lip line, reached the area around the firm jaw and continued to relentlessly push out semen. The trembling, ultimate pleasure was transmitted intact along Hugo’s cheek.
Hugo, who was catching his breath, stared at the drenched flesh with a face as disheveled as his ragged breathing.
He wiped from his saliva-smeared lips—hard to distinguish—down to his chin with his hand. Then, that familiar sticky residue clung to his fingers, stretching out thinly. The thick fluid, holding a full measure of pooled heat, slid down along his neck.
It thoroughly soaked the collar of his shirt just like that, and dripped plop, plop onto his chest and the thighs he was kneeling on, marking its territory as if it were its own.
A murmur escaped, unclear whether it was a sigh or a lament.
“…Leo.”
He had wanted to swallow it at least once to ensure he would never forget this moment, but how strong it was. He had forgotten that in a crisis, this guy becomes even stronger than him. Clicking his tongue in regret, Hugo licked the pale fluid smeared on his own thumb with the tip of his tongue.
Soon, his eyebrows twitched slightly. It wasn’t particularly tasty.
‘Much thinner than before.’
He shifted his gaze to stare at the naked figure panting before him.
As blood rushed to his once pale skin, a flush spread, dyeing his entire body red. The thighs, which because of him couldn’t fully close, rested on his forearms, trembling incessantly.
It seemed his dazed mind was belatedly returning. Leonardo, perhaps embarrassed by his own face captured in disarray, covered his eyes with his palms. His toes curled as his collapsed body on the table shuddered. He shivered for a while amidst the wreckage of passion.
The posture looked quite uncomfortable, so Hugo carefully lowered Leonardo’s legs from his shoulders. Then, he also straightened his bent knees and rose from his spot.
“Leo, look here.”
“Ugh… huh….”
Viewed from above, the pitiful trembling was even more stark. The thoroughly ripened flesh was the same. Unable to restrain his impulse, Hugo spread his palm and slowly swept it down over Leonardo’s nipple. Applying pressure with his index and middle fingers, he traced the nub, and the sweat-dampened skin texture wrapped around him warmly.
“Ugh.”
Leonardo, not yet accustomed to the now-cooled touch, convulsed finely. A reflexive moan escaped his lips. As he withdrew the hand covering his vision to grasp the situation, blue eyes cast a shadow over the damp golden ones before him.
As if it were the natural course of action, Hugo bent his waist. Soon, he delved into the gap between the lips that had been wantonly parted and were various shades of color.
“Ugh… hmm.”
“Hmm….”
It was an affectionate and skilled kiss, unbelievable coming from the mouth that had been acting so violently just moments before. Without realizing it, Leonardo surrendered his body to the oncoming wave. The palm cradling the golden back of his head lifted him from the surface of the mirror that might shatter at any moment.
It was because the eerie pleasure mingled with Magic Power, generating static electricity in the air. The tingling sensation on his skin sometimes interrupted the engrossing kiss. But thanks to it, he could indirectly feel his partner’s climax, and Hugo found that somewhat agreeable.
Following the path he made with his tongue, Leonardo clung to the firm forearm.
Embracing his neck, he let the residual heat subside in the cool embrace. Instead of asking why he did it, he interrogated with the mucous membranes and lips pressed together. Reproach for being flustered, censure for not being pushed away. And affection that had grown one step closer seeped out from within the playful gaps of their union.
“Haa….”
As the surging afterglow subsided, it was Leonardo who first parted his lips. Letting out a deep breath, he rubbed His Excellency’s chin, where opaque semen flowed, with his hand. But that alone was woefully insufficient.
While kissing, their lower abdomens had rubbed against each other, so a fishy heat had been smeared onto each other’s bodies. Leonardo, looking down at his own chest soiled with his semen, asked with a quite embarrassed expression.
“Who kisses someone right after giving a blowjob?”
As a sulky gaze looked up at him, Hugo pressed his breath down upon it again. Leonardo tightly shut his eyelids, then opened them again as the other withdrew.
Hugo wrapped his arm around his back and sat him back up. Then, leaning his face close, he habitually fiddled with his own tie and spoke.
“Don’t you usually do it like this?”
“Usually not.”
“Then learn it again. From now on, I’ll be doing it like this.”
Hearing the brazen answer, Leonardo gaped his mouth and then let out a breathless laugh as if exasperated.
‘He just does whatever he wants.’
His neatly swept-back hair was disheveled, and his shirt and pants were smeared with the semen he himself had spilled, yet he acted like some stubborn professor from a prestigious academy, instilling his own firmness.
But that wasn’t unpleasant. It wasn’t bad to become a student and learn this man’s preferences.
With drowsy eyes, Leonardo tried to sweep back his hair, but paused upon realizing the presence of the tie pin caught on his fingertips. Then Hugo, reaching out his hand, gripped his wrist and pulled it down as if telling him to leave it be. This must also be his preference. He had just decided to humor him appropriately when…
“But, Leonardo.”
Hugo, who had been straightening the semen-stained shirt collar, gave up upon seeing the amount and asked.
“The semen was thinner than last time… did you take care of it yourself by any chance?”
At the completely unexpected question, the lowered golden eyelashes shot sharply upward. The look in his eyes, expressing absurdity, was already asking if he had heard correctly. Although they were already at a stage where they had shown each other every unsightly thing, he could never get used to facing such questions.
It was only natural his face flushed with embarrassment. Leonardo asked back in a confused tone.
“What kind of question is that…?”
Where did such a thought come from with that face? More importantly, how on earth did he know it was thinner than last time?
As he reacted with a feeling somewhere between awkwardness and shock, Hugo, wearing a rather serious face, asked again.
“There’s a lot I haven’t heard, but I’d like an answer this time.”
“…You, really. Are you doing this on purpose from the start?”
At the stammered follow-up question, Hugo, bracing himself with his hands, cupped Leonardo’s cheek. He licked along the glossy lip line a couple of times with the tip of his tongue and then continued.
“What were you thinking about while doing it?”
Leonardo blinked vacantly, then glanced down furtively. Come to think of it, the man’s unsubsided excitement was still visible.
For a moment, all sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind. Coincidentally, Leonardo’s penis, which had gone limp, raised its head again.
Raising his eyelids once more, he tilted his head slightly. Biting the man’s lower lip with his own, he murmured softly.
“Curious?”