By Zephyria Given the place, we promised to proceed without fully undressing.
It’s strange, isn’t it? It was just yesterday that I was playing with Ruben in my arms as if it were forever, yet with every button I undid on my shirt, my breath hitched and my hands froze.
Upon the pale skin that was gradually revealed, the marks I had left waited patiently. Like footprints etched onto snow, meant to lure a lost traveler and guide them to the right path.
Losing myself in the sight, unable to contain my overflowing heart, I pressed my lips to his prominent collarbone. I nibbled with my lips and gnawed gently with my teeth. The gods must have sculpted Ruben from sugar. How could human skin be this sweet?
Moving a little lower, I buried my nose and lips into his plump chest and inhaled. The scent that permeated deep into my lungs, below my sternum, made my vision spin.
It was then that Ruben, who had been waiting for me to drink him in to my heart’s content, cupped my cheeks and pulled me up.
Our eyes met again, a smile bloomed, and we found each other’s lips. A soft peck, a cute sound as they met, then a deep, moistening, trivial play that left me utterly yearning. I searched for his tongue, which yielded so reluctantly, delving into the deep cavern.
I slowly traced and tapped his hard, slightly cool palate with my tongue. Our tongues tangled stickily. With every brush of our intimate flesh, Ruben’s tensed body flinched. Unable to resist his lust, Ruben’s knees, which had been tightly shut, were clasped by my hands and spread apart.
As I burrowed between his parted legs, Ruben’s hands slid from my shoulders down my arms, nails extended.
Melted like ripe rice cake with a single kiss, Ruben could not sit up. Panting, exhaling hot breaths, Ruben’s disheveled clothes were no different from being naked. As I slowly brushed over his swollen genitals through his clothes, Ruben writhed, letting out a sound of complaint.
Every patch of skin I touched felt so hot, so burning, I thought I would be scalded.
“Hick! T-talk…”
“You want me to talk before I touch?”
“…Hng, yes.”
“Then, what about now? May I touch?”
Thwack. A punch to my forearm made me laugh.
Seeing his cute, sulky expression when he realized I was teasing him made me sigh. I knew well that Ruben only showed such a spectrum of faces to me. His lips, pursed adorably, were utterly charming. I kissed his moist lips a few more times, begging for forgiveness. Then Ruben grabbed my collar and pulled me closer.
Pressing his lips onto mine as if to leave a stamp, Ruben whispered a command.
“Talk… but don’t ask for permission.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I won’t either.”
Right.
I belonged to Ruben. It was natural for him to open me up and mold me as he pleased. Who asks permission from their hand to put a jade ring on it? And since Ruben was mine, my person, no further permission was needed to ignite passion in his body.
Yes, let’s do that. I whispered with a smile and kissed him deeply once more.
As a way to pull his pants back up whenever needed, I only pulled Ruben’s undergarments and trousers down to his knees. Between his near-black brown trousers and his cream-puff-like beige shirt, Ruben’s pale skin appeared exceptionally white and flushed, looking luscious.
It was an irresistible impulse that the bridal attire Ruben had worn before came to mind. If he had been wearing a skirt, I could have easily lifted it up and left my marks on his knees and thighs as I pleased. Unaware that I was touching him while having such thoughts, Ruben shyly placed his genitals in my hand.
I stroked without hesitation.
“…Eut, ah. A little, a little more gently, gently.”
“……”
“Mika, ah…”
It’s truly strange. I haven’t touched my own much, yet Ruben’s, no matter how hard it stood, only looked beautiful. Each time I pressed or squeezed the tender skin with its firm core, Ruben would writhe and grip my shoulder, his body trembling.
Because he was only half-dressed, Ruben’s lower legs were bound. This prevented him from riding me to his heart’s content, or from running far away. His genitals, glistening with lubricant, became more accustomed to my touch the more I handled them. As my hands grew wetter, Ruben’s white thighs trembled and spread wider.
It wasn’t long before a cry escaped Ruben’s lips as he nibbled at my ear. The child, restless, arched his back and let out gasping, breathless sounds, digging his nails into my shoulder.
He arbitrarily pounded his hips against mine, rubbing his buttocks on my thighs, then took a deep breath, puffing out his chest, and when he could bear it no longer, he grabbed my neck and pulled me close. The rustling of clothes against our pressed chests tickled my ears.
What should I call this feeling of joy growing as Ruben suffers?
“Down, hng, I want to go down…”
“…No.”
“Whyyy, ah. Hng, no, I don’t want to. If we go like this, you…”
“I’m happy just like this.”
“Noooo…”
He would cry if I pushed further.
I had already made Ruben cry several times before. Frightened, I gently withdrew my hands. I didn’t take my eyes off Ruben’s genitals, which were bright red and dripping, twitching on their own.
Then Ruben covered both my eyes and mouth with his hands. I knew well that he meant for me not to see or to speak. I nibbled his hand that was covering my mouth and licked it broadly.
“Ruben.”
“…Haa… Haa… Just, just a moment.”
“Yes. I understand…”
But there was something Ruben didn’t know. Would covering my eyes with hands prevent me from knowing a body so close? His body, heated with arousal, panted in my embrace. After kissing his palms several times, I readily accepted his fingers as he pushed them into my mouth.
I rubbed the round fingertips with my tongue, and gently bit and pushed them into my mouth, not painfully. I accepted his hand as it roamed inside my mouth like a piston. Ruben, as he often did with his tongue, pressed and rubbed the tender skin inside my cheeks or under my tongue, reveling in his own ecstasy.
Then he pulled that hand out and drew a line downwards.
His saliva-drenched hand traced my chin, then slid down my neck. He still covered my eyes with one hand. Ruben’s gaze shifted lower. He idly clutched the collar of my shirt before calmly unbuttoning it, one by one.
It was then.
Clatter. The carriage shook gently up and down.
No matter how fine the carriage, it was unavoidable when passing over unpaved dirt roads. It was only because they had attached several large and small wheels to distribute the weight that it could travel so smoothly. Due to the soundproofing magic, the coachman’s apologies to Ikyun could be heard from afar.
Realizing belatedly that there was still a perfectly fine person sitting beside me, my body flushed with heat.
But Ruben didn’t stop. The child’s hands fumbled over my chest, lingered on my Dantian, and finally, he pulled out the garment he had been half-sitting on. Like he had done to me, he stroked his stiffly erect genitals from bottom to top, then traced the glans with his fingertips.
“…Hut…”
“…Eung…”
As I took a sharp, tense breath, Ruben, who had been watching the scene, let out a sly smile.
What’s so funny? I weakly shook my head and let my hands fall from my eyes. My vision cleared to see Ruben, his face flushed with shyness, up close. Unable to hide my overflowing heart, I parted my lips, and a tender kiss was immediately returned.
Then he pressed his lower thighs against me and rubbed.
“Now, I want to put it in now…”
“It will be difficult right away, won’t it?”
“…Yes.”
I cupped his small buttocks with my hands.
My hand slid down from his tailbone, along his buttock cleft. Ruben allowed me to touch his vulva at will. He kept biting his lower lip, so I licked over it, and he stopped. The opening below kept clenching and biting my index finger, swallowing it halfway.
It was unbelievable that the opening, which had been wide and melting on the bed just the other day, was now so shyly closed. But even just touching the entrance brought pleasure, so I gently pressed and rubbed the soft surrounding area. Ruben panted shallowly, burying his head in my neck and trembling his shoulders.
“The holy oil… Where is it?”
“Ah, in the bag…”
“The bag?”
Ruben’s head shot up.
Our eyes met, his flushed and mine heated. The beast reflected in his dark pupils was also a dazed face. It was no wonder; when we had filled the opening between his legs with cushions for a comfortable ride, hadn’t we taken all the bags out?
Was it on the carriage, or in another carriage? In this state, I couldn’t ask them to bring out all the bags to search for holy oil. Meanwhile, Ruben’s narrow opening continued to nibble and bite my index finger. As Ruben, with a crestfallen face, writhed, that thought suddenly struck me.
“…There is holy oil, but…”
“Hng, yes, eung…?”
Using my Chi, I rummaged through the crumpled shirt on the side. Seeing the bottle roll out of my pocket, Ruben’s face turned crimson. His eyes widened, his mouth gaped, and his tightly clenched fist was wet.
We both felt awkward. Swallowing my ragged breaths, I whispered pleadingly.
“…Will this not do?”
“…Ah.”
It was a stick, exactly the same type Ruben had gifted me to use comfortably, made of jade that could roll on the skin to spread the holy oil.