By Zephyria 
“Ah, I should have gone first there. I changed positions for nothing.”
“It’s already in the past, forget it. Besides, it was a game we couldn’t win from the start.”
“Isn’t it a relief it ended quickly? In the earlier matches, the unlucky bastards all had fractures. But we’re all fine, aren’t we?”
“Right. It’s a relief we didn’t run into Asher. And there’s the Losers’ Revival Match anyway.”
The participants who had finished their match were bustling through the corridor. Having gone through quite an ordeal, they all looked disheveled. They trudged towards the men’s shower room, reviewing the details of their past match as they walked. With each step, muddy footprints were stamped side by side in the same direction.
“But since Ryan or Asher probably won’t be in the next match, maybe losing was actually better?”
“That’s a bit…”
“Ugh… I’ll definitely win next time.”
“Hey, what’s this?”
Upon reaching the shower room door, they stopped short upon seeing the ‘Under Repair’ sign. It was the place Ero had entered earlier and then rushed out of in a panic. However, the fence blocking the entrance that he had borrowed before leaving had disappeared after he returned the items to the supply room.
“‘Under Repair’?”
One participant muttered irritably, pointlessly tugging on the handle.
“Who does repairs during a match? This kind of thing should be taken care of beforehand.”
“Exactly. There’s probably a shower room on the other side too, right? Let’s go there.”
“I saw it was packed with people earlier. Should we ask an official when this one will be usable?”
Click, click. The participant, still lingering, tried turning the handle, confirmed it wouldn’t open, and withdrew his hand.
“Oh, right. It’s locked now.”
“Let’s go.”
“Damn, I don’t want to run into the guys we just fought.”
The four of them passed by the shower room and disappeared around the corner at the far end of the corridor. The sounds of their conversation gradually faded away.
Around that time, a heavy, dull thud echoed from inside the door. It was subtle enough not to be heard outside, but it was a considerable commotion, enough to make the ‘Under Repair’ sign rattle.
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“…What are you doing?”
Hugo was lying on the floor of the powder room. More precisely, he had been semi-forced down. Squinting slightly from the light shining down from above, he blocked the glare with his palm.
Soon after, the figure looming over him snatched his wrist and pressed it firmly to the floor. The hand supporting the back of his head, careful until the very end lest he get hurt, gently lowered his head to the floor.
The intentions of the two hands were distinctly different, but one thing was certain: both were tinged with desire. Eventually, a towel that had been lying around was pulled over and placed like a cushion behind his neck, completing what now seemed like a plausible bedroom.
“You said you were curious.”
Leonardo, looking down from above, leaned forward, blocking the light. Thanks to this, Hugo’s view was filled with the sight of Gold Eyes, with a halo of light behind him, bending seductively. Beneath the golden hair threatening to spill over, red lips traced a parabola, flicking a tongue. Like a beast savoring its appetite with prey before it.
And that prey seemed to be himself.
“……”
Hugo, lying with his legs stretched out, simply stared blankly at Leonardo. He had lost his sense of reality.
When the sound of someone turning the doorknob came from outside, Leonardo, as usual, stared intently in one direction. But shortly after, once it was clear the door was locked, his actions suddenly became bolder. As soon as the presence faded, he lunged at him, instantly toppling him backward.
Losing his balance was momentary. But it seemed the lion’s hunt was sufficient with just that moment. Thanks to a consideration that wasn’t quite consideration, his head didn’t hit the floor, but being toppled without warning at this age was no small shock. Hugo, whose mind had momentarily gone hazy, looked at the other with blurred eyes. Then, the audacious beauty dared to place the nobleman at his feet and began crawling over his body.
Tracing the strange curves of the wet shirt, he slowly approached the face.
Since assassination wasn’t the goal, he didn’t strangle him from the neck. However, he grabbed the loosened tie as if teasing it, twisting it around his fingers.
Having let his long robe, like formal attire, hang down, he finally sat atop his solar plexus, reigning with an arrogant posture like an Emperor.
“You were the one who said you were curious first. About what I’m thinking while doing this.”
It was a first for one of the Empire’s only two Dukes. Being the object of sexual desire and being pounced on by someone, lying exposed in a public space with a wet towel as a pillow.
And the perpetrator responsible for it all, shoving his half-erect penis against his chest.
“Like this. On top of you.”
Leonardo rocked his lower body gently against Hugo’s chest as if riding him. The veined penis, swollen with blood, slid in and out between the valley formed by the substantial pectoral muscles.
Hugo, pulling his other hand over, covered his forehead in great distress. Then, rubbing his disheveled eyes, he let out a sigh.
“If I get curious twice… I’m in big trouble.”
“You know once isn’t enough for me. So you handle it.”
When Hugo spread his fingers and peered through the gap as if observing, Leonardo smiled brightly and pushed his face forward. Then, rubbing his cheek against the back of his hand, he buried his nose and lips there. Making kissing sounds, he sometimes blew hot breath into the crevice. Unlike his wild preferences, the actions he occasionally showed were as mischievous as an untainted boy.
Moreover, the face before him was truly the epitome of a beautiful, charming beauty. Enough to make one want to endure all the disrespect he committed under the pretext of affection.
“Handle it.”
Hugo recited in a hollow voice, like a lament. Since they were his own words, he couldn’t easily refute them. His dignity and authority were being chipped away once again. He feared that if he went along with the lewd beast’s messy play, all the pretense he had desperately held onto would be stripped away.
In the end, perhaps not the Duke of Agrizendro, but only a wretched man would remain here.
A greedy, foolish man who wants to possess someone much younger and more attractive than himself as if they were his own.
Lost in such thoughts, Hugo blinked slowly. Leonardo, grabbing his wrist, removed the shy palm covering his face. Beneath the now firm jawline, the recovered penis was swelling in size.
Leonardo used the hem of his robe, barely hanging on his arms, to somewhat wipe away the semen tangled on his lower body. Placing his palm beside His Excellency’s head, he aimed the tip of the pillar, restless for him, with his other hand.
The glans, having darkened to a vivid pink, was rubbed against His Excellency’s lips. Prying open the saliva-glistening lips, the friction between the pre-cum and the mucosa made sticky, squelching sounds. Even if their purposes were set differently when humans were originally created, at this moment of contact, they weren’t so different. Leonardo persistently heated the entrance so the inexperienced hole wouldn’t hurt.
The gaze looking down was strange yet affectionate.
“You stay still. I’ll take care of it myself.”
A rather affectionate voice, as if intending to lead, settled above Hugo’s eyes. Though it didn’t seem like something someone rubbing their scrotum against the forcibly crushed tie should say. Leonardo was gradually captivated by that silky sensation.
He voluntarily surrendered to the restraint that, every time he resolved things alone over the past few days, bound his excitement and plunged him into self-loathing.
Would this man know about the times he went into heat just seeing the navy blue tie, as if possessed? Today was finally the time to wash away the sense of humiliation with the desire for conquest.
Leonardo, his breathing disrupted by anticipation, commanded with half-lidded eyes.
“Ugh… Open your mouth, lift your head.”
“…Why lift my head?”
Hugo, who had been watching him moan, asked in a suppressed voice. Leonardo gently explained while stroking His Excellency’s handsome forehead and temples.
“That way, haa… it goes in deep.”
“……”
“That’s how it was in my imagination.”
Perhaps sensing his discomfort, Leonardo, with a flushed face, whispered and then grinned. It was one of the few answers that came back immediately among numerous questions, but Hugo wasn’t very pleased.
He stared fixedly at the willful beast acting up, then obediently opened his mouth. Lifting his chin slightly, he took a deep breath. This way, it seemed it would open wide enough to embrace that lewd weapon.
He was at least satisfied that the person who had assisted in his masturbation in his imagination was himself. Hugo raised the arm he had let drop to the floor and began caressing Leonardo’s waist and buttocks lingeringly.
Meanwhile, the tip, growing hotter by the moment, pushed into the gap between his lips. It was soft but relentless. Just when he thought this much would be enough, the fleshy mass sliding over his tongue pressed firmly against his uvula. A choked sound escaped Hugo’s throat, caught off guard.
A sense of pressure filled him as the movement teased the narrow opening, as if it would go much deeper. His thick neck, subjected to the sudden penetration, heaved, repeatedly contracting and relaxing.
“…Relax.”
Good boy. Leonardo soothed His Excellency in a low voice, continuously stroking his cheek.
Yet, he subtly leaned his upper body back. Where his hand, reaching behind, groped was his taut abdomen, squirming as much as his neck.
As he fondled the shirt soiled with stickiness, he slipped his hand into the gap of the uniform pants to find the hem. Lifting just the thin fabric, he delved inside.
…But what’s this? A heat as hot and damp as that one seeped profusely between his fingers.