By Zephyria 
In the past, he would have felt grateful yet resentful. Grateful for how terribly His Excellency worried about his health.
But this time, he didn’t find the consideration of promising a next time disappointing.
Perhaps it was because the actions that followed were no different from penetration.
“Nng, ah—!”
A stifled moan burst from Leonardo, who was pressed tightly against the wall. Hot breaths clung in strands to the tiles, which were already saturated with moisture. Along with it, the sound of wet slapping echoed continuously between their two pairs of thighs.
Slap, slap, slap. The tempo grew faster. Eventually, it turned into a thudding sound, bluntly pounding against the flesh.
“Ugh, sl-slow, slowly—.”
The breath flowing between their teeth grew shorter and more fragmented. As the sudden, violent movements repeated, Leonardo’s voice, barely managing to break through, trembled finely as if vibrating. It was because the lower body of the man pressed tightly behind him had increased its speed like a horse being whipped.
This wasn’t in the expectations. Unlike the clumsy fellatio, the experienced movement of the hips left Leonardo bewildered.
Hugo’s thighs, which looked twice as thick, were fully pumped, engaging in a regular back-and-forth motion. The act felt as if he were trying to brand Leonardo’s buttocks. As he moved back and forth between the legs, his heavy scrotum relentlessly slapped against the thighs, and the white buttocks and dark groin were stained reddish, as if they had been struck.
“Ah-ugh, Hugo—.”
“Haa… ha. Leo, kgh….”
It was a sight easily misunderstood, but their names lingered on the tips of their tongues. Wet flesh clung to each other viscously.
Every time, a suppressed moan leaked from the mouth of His Excellency, who was gasping for air. He would push forward with force, but whenever the waist in his arms seemed about to collapse, he would adjust the speed and rub slowly. That explicit movement became a sharp needle, shredding Leonardo’s pleasure.
“Nng, ugh, hng….”
The low, vulgar whispering seemed to penetrate the gaps between the flesh and crush his very brain. Driven to the brink of surrender by the leisurely movements, Leonardo swayed helplessly, occasionally knocking his forehead against the tile. However, he felt no pain.
“Rather, hng, just… do it quickly.”
“Haa, ha… quickly?”
Unable to watch any longer, Hugo gasped for air and personally cupped his forehead. Conversely, he slowed the movement of his hips even further.
“A moment ago, hu… you told me to go slowly.”
“Nooo—, ah….”
“Doing that won’t make it end any faster.”
Of course, he didn’t stop completely. Gripping the narrow pelvis, Hugo continuously cleared a path back and forth so that the shape of his penis remained vividly imprinted. At the same time, with a mere gesture, he gathered the streams of water falling like rain from the overhead nozzle.
He shaped the water into an air pocket and created a plush water cushion, wedging it into the gap so that Leonardo’s forehead wouldn’t touch the wall.
“Ugh… ugh.”
“Lean your head. Don’t hit the wall.”
With every thrust, the splashing ripples spread vividly over the water. Thanks to this, some of the impact Leonardo was enduring was absorbed, but since he could no longer brace himself against the wall, he had no place to support his body.
As the continuous pressure made him feel as if his feet were lifting, Leonardo reached out with trembling hands to fumble for the faucet connected to the brass pipe. However, even that frail gesture was soon caught by the man.
“Ah—.”
“Give your hands to me.”
Hugo bent Leonardo’s two arms back carefully so as not to hurt him and gripped his wrists with one hand. His left shoulder felt stiff for a moment, but Leonardo only furrowed his brows slightly and didn’t let it show. It was because the voice of the other, calling his name without context, paralyzed his body like the roar of a mountain tiger.
“Haa… Leo.”
The low bass penetrated Leonardo’s ear canal, vibrating finely in a different sense. His Excellency’s voice, trembling with excitement, pulled at his pulsating eardrums. Leonardo responded only with a sobbing moan, his shoulders flinching.
Then, Hugo’s other free hand raised its index finger and circled Leonardo’s erect nipple.
“Ah-ng…!”
Because his shoulders were folded back, pushing his chest forward, there was no way to avoid the touch. Every time the pink protrusion, tangled with water droplets, was scratched by the fingerprint, it ripened like a soft fruit.
Despite the clearly intentional hand movements, Leonardo could not budge.
“Ah, don’t… touch me, like that….”
He could have pulled his arms away if he wanted to, but he simply complied with the torment, his abdomen heaving steeply. His pitifully trembling eyelashes sparkled, wet with water. Convinced that he didn’t dislike it, Hugo’s gestures soon became bolder.
Long, white fingers flicked and ravaged the heated nipple before pinching it tightly between his fingers. He also pushed up the heavy mass of flesh beneath the dangling penis. In that moment, Leonardo’s eyes crumpled violently, as if merging with the sensation of pleasure.
“Ah-huugh—!”
From the tip of the glans, which had swollen and was shaking up and down, a small amount of cloudy fluid spurted out. The sticky residual heat flowed viscously down the tiles. It then pooled abundantly at their feet, dirtying their soles before being swept away by the water.
Hugo’s gaze as he watched this became strange.
In the past, he would have held his tongue, but having come this far, he wondered what the point of restraint was.
“…Leo.”
Hugo, who had been descending step by step while wearing the mask of a Duke, finally reached the peak of that fall.
“Do you feel it through your chest too?”
“Ah, you, stop saying things like….”
Leonardo couldn’t bring himself to tell him to stop asking. Because he was the one getting excited, as if in heat, at that explicit question. Furthermore, His Excellency’s index finger and thumb gripped the sharpened nipple and twisted it slightly, as if to verify the truth.
Hic, Leonardo, who had been twisting his captured wrists and shoulders, flinched and shook his head.
“Do, don’t do it.”
Watching the reaction, Hugo caressed the earlobe with a sinister gaze and wore a faint smirk. Whether he wore high-quality fabrics or luxury shoes, it no longer mattered. The sight of him being played with like the mating of beasts, drenched in a young and seductive body, meant that no dignity could be found in him anymore.
“It seems you like it here, too.”
Yet, he welcomed that sense of liberation. Hugo simply enjoyed it purely, as if he had discovered an unknown spot, and pressed his lips sequentially to Leonardo’s gasping neck and jawline.
He licked the skin, which tasted sweet from the moisture, before finally sinking his teeth into the mottled bruises.
“Ah…!”
This time, he might actually hurt him. As he chewed firmly to leave a mark, Leonardo’s pupils dilated fully. Saliva flowed from his parted lips, but neither of them had time to care. With his chin lifted and his waist arched back, Leonardo barely survived on feverish breaths, like a wild beast bitten in its vital spot.
Meanwhile, the flesh rubbed together with a squelching sound, and the semen friction between the thighs created a whitish foam. Strong forearms wrapped around his waist and chest, and His Excellency’s unyielding pillar thrust vigorously from below. Because of this, Leonardo’s two feet lifted and occasionally flailed in the air.
It felt like performing a precarious acrobatic act with a rope tied in knots at regular intervals threaded through his crotch. Every time he barely took a step on tiptoe, a heavy weight struck his buttocks with a thud. He was urged to walk faster, and whenever he slowed down, the rope was pulled tighter.
His Excellency, thrusting as if he could create a hole where none existed, gripped the nerves and thoroughly flaunted his masculinity.
“Hmm… mmm.”
“Ah, please… hng, stop—.”
A blunt knot brushed the perineum with a tingling sensation, then split the scrotum and scraped the shaft. Every time, Leonardo bit his lip hard to hold back the leaking moans. Then, something pushed its way through his lips. The identity of the damp, navy blue piece of cloth was something that could not be ignored.
The object that had been tightly knotted around His Excellency’s neck was now a gag, filling his mouth in a handful.
“I told you not to bite.”
Following that, Hugo tightened his grip on the tip of Leonardo’s glans, which had become plump as if about to burst. Startled, Leonardo looked down to see His Excellency’s hand, as wet as a stream of water, gripping his penis.
Soon, he rubbed the quivering urethral opening with his thumb and whispered while holding the nape of his neck.
“This time, ngh, we should go together….”
Transparent streams of water wrapped around his calves, which kept trying to spread, fixing his legs in place. Between the tightly pressed thighs, Hugo relentlessly rubbed his penis, which was filling with the urge to ejaculate.
They say nothing is as stimulating as pure devotion. A profoundly devoted statement, which he never imagined hearing from this man, stained his spine with a chill. The humiliation of being bound by that precarious sensation soon spread into a sweet helplessness. Leonardo was thoroughly conquered within the lewd temptation.
“Ah-hu, ugh, nng, ngh—.”
The eyes of the gagged Leonardo gradually looked upward. His Adam’s apple bobbed, his cheeks bulged from holding the tie, and his lower abdomen, tightened by heat, swelled steeply.
“Kgh… hng.”
His Excellency’s breath, having reached its limit, also crashed against his ear like a wave. The two of them eventually synchronized the rhythm of their bodies. His vision began to flicker white.
“Hng…!”
The moment an intense tremor piercing through the spine spread to the tips of the toes, ejaculate carrying a fishy body scent erupted violently from both holes. Beyond the glans that pulsed and poured out in surges, white semen, mixed so thoroughly that it was impossible to tell whose was whose, was displayed vividly against the dark tile wall.