By Zephyria Ruben, sensing my gaze, flustered, covered his swollen lower body with his hand. Though the child’s hand wasn’t small, there was no way it could be fully covered with just that gesture. The sight of the child, his face flushed crimson, mouth agape and unable to speak, was so enchanting it took my breath away.
I continued, biting the thin skin on the child’s instep a couple more times. At that, Ruben’s sharp eyes became moist. The sight of his toes, like nails hammered into the outer knuckle of his thumb, curling inward made my stomach clench again. Ruben clenched his jaw and looked at me, agitated.
“⋯What is it⋯?”
“What do you mean, ‘what is it’.”
“No, no⋯. Why, why are you starting with my feet?”
He speaks so innocently. He doesn’t know how much I’ve coveted this. I laughed, then bit his instep once more, and the child writhed, twisting his body and trying to escape my grasp. Reluctantly, I almost tightened my grip, but I let go willingly.
“Then, where should I start?”
“⋯.”
Did I ask something difficult?
After a long moment of shyness, the child sat upright on the bed and offered his neck to me.
“Start here⋯ please.”
“Yes. Let’s do that.”
I untied the ribbon around Ruben’s neck. As the lace slid down my hand with a soft rustle, the child’s crimson-flushed neckline was revealed. Both Ruben and I were already breathless. When was the last time I couldn’t control my own breathing? I gazed at Ruben’s Adam’s apple, which bobbed whenever he grew restless, then lowered my head again.
I licked over his plump Adam’s apple. A ‘slurp’ and a ‘hic’ sound came together.
“⋯Were you surprised?”
“⋯No, no⋯. This⋯ is good.”
He said it was good. I bit him a couple more times, unbuttoning Ruben’s shirt one by one. His hands, warm to the point of being hot, gripped my shoulders tightly. Whenever my rough fingertips brushed against the child’s smooth skin, my Dantian felt a tingling sensation.
When I finally unbuttoned all the buttons, the parted fabric revealed what was underneath.
Ah.
Ruben, seeing where my gaze landed, shyly pulled at the hem of his shirt to cover his chest. This time, I couldn’t laugh. I lowered my head slightly and pressed my lips to Ruben’s collarbone, his plump upper chest, kissing him as if to lick him. Tracing the line below his chest, I parted the shirt with my fingertips.
The stiffly erect nipple caught on my fingertip. The sight I had remembered even from afar unfolded before my eyes. The child’s nipples, like their owner, were shy and pale. As I brushed against the swollen tips, the child’s body trembled again.
“⋯Is it ticklish?”
I whispered in a small voice, and the child shook his head. Then he whimpered sadly.
“No, no⋯. It’s not that⋯.”
“Not that?”
“⋯I haven’t done anything⋯. ⋯It feels like it, Mika⋯. Hurry, hurry up.”
“With what.”
The sulking child suddenly pulled me into an embrace, rubbing his cheek and the bridge of his nose against my crown, acting spoiled. Even though I knew he was trying to hide his face, the soft, plush sensation against my cheek and face made me speechless.
The child mumbled on, still in that position. The thumping of his heart and his voice, clear even without being spoken aloud, were very close.
“⋯Take it off, Mika. I want to see you too.”
Who could refuse such a command?
I released the child and straightened my back. Kneeling between his spread thighs, I first unfastened the cuffs hanging from my wrists and placed them on the bedside.
It took a long time to unbutton Ruben’s shirt, but taking off my own clothes was quick. My white jacket and shirt were laid out together, and I carefully placed my loosened belt on top. Ruben’s dark gaze flickered between my chest and below my navel, then paused hesitantly.
“⋯Why are you looking like that?”
“No, it’s just⋯.”
“I’m embarrassed.”
“⋯Can’t you look?”
“⋯No. Look. It’s Ruben’s now.”
I took off my pants first, then my underwear. Though I did this often during baths, my face felt hot. My lower body, already swollen and wet at the tip, stood stiffly above my navel.
We were silent for a moment.
My hair was like this from birth, so there was nothing to be ashamed of, but the pubic hair below my navel, matching my hair color, felt somehow embarrassing. Unable to express my shyness, I covered my lower body with my hand. Then, Ruben, who had been staring intently at my lower half, smiled faintly, his eyes crinkling, and pulled his chin back. He then impulsively reached out, and I grabbed his wrist in surprise.
“You said it was mine.”
“⋯Thinking about it⋯.”
“⋯Thinking about it, it’s not?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
I swallowed.
“⋯I want to see too.”
“⋯.”
Ruben, hearing my request, fumbled with the waistband of his pants. Pulling up his outer and inner garments together, his dark pubic hair was soon revealed before my eyes. Lust surged, and I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again.
Perhaps it was the dark color of the bedding. Ruben shone white, like a freshly polished pearl.
The color of every part was pale, making only his genitals stand out in red against his white body. I placed my hands on his knees, which were closing shyly, and spread them apart. Then, instead of covering his lower body, he covered his face. His face was flushed crimson, and his thighs were tensed, creating hollows within them from his restless agitation.
I already knew what to do next from books.
I slowly crawled closer, pressing my body against his. At that moment, the child’s buttocks rested lightly on my firm thighs. Then I realized. Every inch of Ruben’s skin was soft, as if it would melt. What if the child dissolved in my arms?
We took a moment to catch our breath. Then Ruben removed his hands from his face and placed them around my neck. His voice, still trembling, reached my ears.
“First, huu, first⋯. You do it.”
“⋯Yes.”
I gathered Ruben’s lower body and my genitals together in my hand. Holding them tightly, I sought Ruben’s lips.
The two genitals, slick with pre-ejaculate, wet and dampened the inside of my grip with every rub. Soon, a squelching sound came from below. I licked and sucked Ruben’s parted mouth. As Ruben, pinned beneath my heavy body, thrust his hips with agitation, sweet moans escaped his lips.
“Hhht⋯.”
Ruben gasped when the two shafts rubbed together, and
“Ah, aht. J-just a moment.”
He exhaled when I rubbed the soft tip with my thumb.
Ruben shook his head a few times, but I didn’t back down. I didn’t have the luxury. With each thrust, Ruben’s legs spread, tightened, and spread again in a frenzy.
Occasionally, the child’s soft heels tapped against my lower back. Taking it as encouragement, I quickened my pace.
“Hhuk, hhuu, ah, ah, Mika, Mika⋯.”
“⋯Yes, Ruben.”
When he called me, I answered, and when his lips parted, I kissed him. Even after licking and licking the tip of Ruben’s tongue, I was still thirsty. I delved into his mouth, drawing out and swallowing the sweet nectar, and the child moaned, melting, arching his back.
Fearing he might be uncomfortable, I supported the back of his waist with my free hand. Then Ruben placed one hand on the bed and began to thrust himself. With each rub of the two joined shafts, the inside of my grip became sticky and wet, melting moistly.
Then, at some point, I knew without being told. Fearing I might bite Ruben, I quickly pulled my head back. Instead of seeking my lips, Ruben gripped my shoulder and thrust more, allowing the glans to slide into my palm.
“⋯Ah!”
There could be no sweeter sound in this world.
The first ejaculation happened at almost the same moment. Both of our semen fell, intertwined, on Ruben’s dark pubic hair and his well-trained abdominal muscles. Some of it even splashed onto my chest as I bent over.
It was a magnificent sight. The child was half-dazed, panting. The front of his shirt, loosely draped, gaped open, revealing his pale skin flushed a deep red.
We looked at each other for a moment, then shared a silent laugh. We exchanged a couple of light kisses, barely touching our lips. At the end of it, Ruben, who had been quiet all along, carefully reached out his hand.
“⋯Ugh.”
“⋯Does it hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
My lower body, having just ejaculated, pulsed and swelled again in Ruben’s palm.
I was the kind of person who wouldn’t even flinch if a knife were plunged into my stomach. Yet, with the child’s cautious touch, I kept letting out involuntary sounds.
Ruben slowly stroked my genitals upward twice. The child proudly clenched and unclenched his hand a few times. Now, like my own hand, Ruben’s right hand was sticky and wet.
What a sight this was. The boy who was so particular about cleanliness was now playing with his bodily fluids, looking innocently out of place, which I found incredibly amusing. I tried not to make a sound, but I couldn’t stop the laughter that burst out. Ruben pretended to be sulky and tapped my shoulder a couple of times with his fist. Even though the blows were not painful at all, I cried out ‘ouch’ and flinched my shoulder. Ruben, his face flushed red, laughed along with me.
Seeing Ruben’s innocent smile, so unlike the man who had just engaged in such lewd thrusting, my desire surged again. I cleared my throat a couple of times, trying to regain my composure.
“Then, may I use the holy oil now?”
Ruben’s laughter stopped.
Without Ruben’s permission, the drawer of the nightstand slid open. Inside the neatly wiped drawer, there were few items to begin with. Five holy oil bottles, each about half the size of my hand, and three Clean Artifacts and three Recovery Artifacts each.
I poured the holy oil onto my palm, already slick with lubricant. The holy oil bottle, prepared for lustful acts, had a loose cap that could be opened with one hand. Tilting it slightly, my palm, deeply cupped, filled with the slippery liquid.
It had a familiar scent. I deeply inhaled the scent of wild flowers that spread generously on the bed. It was the scent of Silver Lace. Did Ruben choose this holy oil today as well? Ruben, who had been watching my actions with bated breath, opened his knees again.
This time, to offer me a deeper part of himself.