By Zephyria 
I was slightly wronged, but of course, I had no intention of refusing.
“Why?”
Still, I didn’t want to show it so easily, so I hesitated and asked.
“Why do you want to see it bigger? Whether it gets bigger or not, it’s going to look pretty much the same anyway. And you’ve seen yours, haven’t you? You’ve gotten bigger too, haven’t you?”
Aska nodded slightly at my question. Seeing that made the corners of my mouth lift on their own. I chuckled and reached out, slowly touching Aska’s thigh.
“When?”
It wasn’t bare skin, but even touching him through his clothes, I felt my fingers burning up.
Just as I was about to slip my hand deeper between his legs, Aska grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t touch there.”
“Why? You said it’s okay as long as you don’t look?”
He was fine with me touching his chest, so why couldn’t I touch between his legs?
“Below is not ready yet.”
It was hard to press him when he was blushing and stammering. Actually, I could have just touched him if I wanted to, but I didn’t want to.
I suddenly imagined Aska crying and begging me to please die. If he begged with his face flushed, his eyes full of tears, and his voice trembling?
‘Please die for me…’
“Here is okay.”
Aska grabbed my wrist and placed it on his waist.
I stared at my hand on his waist, pondered for a moment, and then closed my eyes.
“Honestly, dying is out of the question.”
“What?”
“Instead of dying, I think I can do anything else for you…”
“What are you saying?”
Aska asked back in a puzzled voice as I spouted nonsense. I opened my eyes and looked at Aska again. Even his bewildered expression was so unbearably cute.
“Who’s dying?”
“If you die, I can’t see you again.”
“What are you talking about? Why are you dying?”
Aska’s eyebrows furrowed more and more. Then, the face in my imagination also changed from a pleading expression to a serious one.
‘Die for me.’
Ah… Whether he begged or spoke firmly, it was just as bad for my heart.
I sighed, squeezing Aska’s waist with my hand. Then, I put my forehead on his shoulder and rubbed against him.
“No, why are you suddenly talking about dying?”
Aska grabbed my shoulders and forced me to lift my head. I didn’t want to tell him about the fantasy I had been having secretly, so I made something up.
“It’s just because you asked me to…”
“Asked you to? Asked you to do what?”
When I tilted my head to the side, his long hair slid down my shoulder.
“You begged me not to touch you down there.”
“…”
He had said that just a moment ago, but he looked like he didn’t understand.
“Why are you dying, you?”
Then he asked again as if he hadn’t heard the previous words. I figured he would keep asking this if I didn’t tell him, so I had no choice but to tell him the truth.
“I imagined you asking me to die for you, but I don’t think I can do that. Instead, if you ask me for something else, I’ll do it.”
“I would say that to you?”
“You can imagine it, can’t you?”
“Why are you imagining such nonsense?”
Aska muttered with a dumbfounded expression. I found that funny, so I stared at him for a moment before sticking out my tongue and licking his furrowed brow. The skin that touched my tongue was warm like freshly baked white bread, without any of its usual coolness.
“I won’t tell you to die.”
“I know.”
“But why are you thinking about that?”
Every time his gruff voice, whispering softly, brushed against my eardrum, I got goosebumps.
“Just know that you’re so out of your mind that I would seriously consider even such a ridiculous request.”
The more goosebumps I got, the bigger my already erect penis became. It was so painful now that it was hard to stand up straight.
I kissed his brow, eyes, and the shell of his ear, then buried my nose in the soft skin behind his ear and took a deep breath.
“When did you get hard?”
I didn’t want to lift my face, but I was so curious about what kind of expression he would make. When I lifted my head, sure enough, he was troubled again. Is it okay to ask me to show him, but this is embarrassing? I couldn’t figure out the standard.
“Why do you keep asking me things like that?”
“You won’t let me touch or see, and you won’t even answer these questions?”
At my grumbling, Aska finally mumbled with a reluctant expression.
“I lay down in bed…”
“What bed?”
“The bed we used to sleep in together.”
Was he talking about that Greenhouse? Or another room? Aska parted his lips and continued.
“Anyway, when I lay down, when I smelled you on the blanket or pillow… and when you bit my skin… and when you touched my ear…”
“…”
It was a detailed answer for someone who had been grumbling. I didn’t expect him to answer in such detail, so my mouth dropped open without me realizing it. I asked cautiously with a shocked face.
“So? Did I touch you every time that happened?”
“No.”
“Why? Why didn’t I touch you?”
“I don’t know, how would I know? You didn’t really like that kind of thing.”
I couldn’t understand at all. Was I a celibate? Was I blind? Or was I perhaps impotent? Judging by how normal I am now, there probably wasn’t a problem with my function back then either.
“Wow… you were quite the guy in many ways… So you touched yourself?”
“Sometimes I did, and sometimes I just washed with cold water…”
“What were you thinking about when you touched yourself?”
Aska, who had been answering haltingly, finally reached his limit and glared at me with his eyes raised. Before I could burst out laughing, my mouth was blocked.
He was sulking, so he was rougher than usual. There was a lot of strength in the arms around my waist, and the kiss was so intense that our teeth bumped.
The soft stuff was good too, of course, but I liked this better, so I couldn’t help but chuckle. When he kept feeling the vibrations, Aska finally took his lips away.
Perhaps because the act was rushed and intense, his lips were glistening with saliva. I lightly licked his wet, red, swollen lips and stirred Aska’s nerves again.
“Touch mine. Like when you touched yourself while thinking of me.”
“…”
He didn’t deny that he had been thinking of me, but he didn’t admit it either. But judging by his expression, it was certain.
For a moment, as we hugged and rubbed our bodies together, the string loosely tied around my waist came undone, and my gown opened. Aska looked at me with eyes that seemed full of anger, then lowered his gaze.
The movement of his eyeballs was so blatant that I felt a surge of emotion, and pre-cum flowed from the tip of my throbbing erection. I barely swallowed the groan that was about to come out.
Aska asked with tearful eyes, as if reproaching me.
“Why are you so wet when I haven’t even touched you?”
“Because you keep acting so cute…”
“Don’t say I’m cute. I don’t like that.”
“Because you’re so pretty…”
I changed my words as he wanted, but his narrowed brow didn’t relax.
Aska, like I had done a moment ago, touched my thigh and then slipped his hand deeper between my legs.
I could see his long, delicate fingers groping the inside of my thigh below my erect penis. The blue veins on the back of his snow-white hand, the knuckles that stood out every time he bent his fingers, and the slow movement of his wrist were so erotic and obscene.
The sensation on my skin was one thing, but the visual stimulation was too intense. I was already feeling the urge to ejaculate without him even touching me.
Then, as his hand brushed lightly against the head, my shoulders reflexively hunched. A beat later, a wave of pleasure washed over me, mixed with a burning sensation. I frowned deeply and closed my eyes. Fortunately, I calmed down a little in a short time, and as soon as I opened my eyes, our eyes met.
I couldn’t help but be flustered by the way he was looking at me, as if he was observing me. Because his expression, which had been gruff until just now, had brightened as if he had won a bet.
“What kind of…”
I was about to ask what kind of expression he was making, but without warning, my center was grabbed, and my back arched forward. A sigh-like groan escaped my lips.
Aska grabbed my shoulders and forced me to straighten my back. The first thing I saw was Aska’s hand holding my hard penis firmly. Slippery liquid flowed between his fingers.
Every time he held it tightly and moved it slowly up and down, there was a squelching sound. The thought that I had dirtied that white hand made the heat rush to the top of my head.