SWY 86

Sharhan’s and Lestel’s lips met. As he kissed him, Lestel rubbed Sharhan’s slowly swelling member. He licked Sharhan’s slightly plump lower lip with his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth and gently bit it.

“Haa…”

Sharhan let out a short moan. His whole body flushed with heat, not just from the deepening kiss, but from the rising pleasure below. Lestel wrapped one arm tightly around his waist to keep him from slipping and focused wholly on the kiss. Lestel’s cock, which had been hardening for a while now, was fully erect and pressing insistently against Sharhan’s ass.

Lestel felt a powerful urge to pry open that tightly sealed entrance and ram himself in all the way, right now. But he barely held himself back. Sharhan’s reluctance toward penetration still lingered in his mind.

‘It wasn’t easy yesterday.’

Even Lestel had struggled with how tight it was, so the pain Sharhan must’ve felt would’ve been much worse. Still, Lestel liked even the almost bone-breaking tightness.

Wasn’t this the body he had always dreamed of? The moment he had first slipped inside Sharhan came back to him, and the urgency he had barely been suppressing surged up again. Lestel kissed Sharhan’s tongue even more fervently.

“Ha, haa… I, I think I’m gonna come.”

When Lestel finally pulled his lips away after a long, heated kiss, Sharhan gasped and glanced downward. Clear fluid shimmered at the tip of his erect member. Lestel hadn’t stopped stimulating him even while they kissed.

He wrapped his palm around the shaft and stroked it up and down, kneading the balls as well. When Lestel raked his perineum with his nails, Sharhan nearly lost it. Sharhan’s cock, already overwhelmed with stimulation, trembled as if ready to burst.

Lestel bit Sharhan’s earlobe lightly and murmured in a husky voice.

“Honey, let’s go to bed.”

Sharhan, sensing disaster if they continued in the bathtub, quickly nodded. The moment they stood, both their erect cocks stood upright and completely exposed.

Swallowing hard, Sharhan stared at Lestel’s fully erect cock, the veins visibly bulging. A strange sensation prickled deep in his gut. He could feel a twitch between his cheeks. He had definitely thought he never wanted to do penetration again, not after how painful and uncomfortable it had been.

And he didn’t particularly want it now either. But the sight of Lestel’s arousal made his mouth go dry and the backs of his knees tingle with a strange anticipation he didn’t understand.

As Sharhan licked his oddly parched lips, Lestel returned with a towel and began drying his wet body.

“You don’t have to dry me.”

“You’ll catch a cold.”

The heat had masked it, but the bathwater warmed by the thermal stone had already turned cool. Lestel gave himself a quick rubdown and took Sharhan by the hand, practically dragging him to the bedroom.

The moment he laid Sharhan down on the bed, Lestel reached for the oil bottle. As soon as he opened the cap, a familiar scent spread gently through the air. He turned Sharhan over and lifted his hips.

Then, without hesitation, he poured the oil between Sharhan’s cheeks. The slick, cold oil soaked Sharhan’s entrance and dripped onto the sheets. Some of it ran down his thighs as well.

Sharhan flinched at the slippery sensation and furrowed his brow. Just then, Lestel’s fingers touched his entrance and pushed inside without resistance. Perhaps thanks to the oil, Sharhan’s rear accepted one finger easily.

Lestel pulled the finger out, dragging the oil with him, then pushed it back in. He twisted his finger, rubbing thoroughly along the inner walls, spreading the oil as deeply and evenly as he could. Soon, not just the rim but even the depths of Sharhan’s insides were slick with oil.

“Hng…”

Before long, Lestel added a second finger. Even that went in smoothly. The two oil-slick fingers slid deep inside without causing much pain. There was only a slight sense of intrusion.

Lestel added fingers one by one, gradually and carefully stretching Sharhan’s rear. Though he was dying to rush in, he grit his teeth and focused solely on widening the passage. Finally, when he carefully pushed in three fingers pressed together.

“Ahk!”

Sharhan’s hips jerked. It wasn’t quite pleasure, more like a pained groan.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little… uncomfortable… haah…”

Lestel gently rubbed Sharhan’s raised buttocks. Just feeling the soft, firm flesh was enough to imagine how tight and suffocating it would be inside. Once again, he barely restrained the urge to thrust in.

Taking a short breath, Lestel pushed two fingers back in and twisted them around. He slid them deep, curved them to scrape the inner walls, then rubbed hard with the pads of his fingertips.

As the inner tension gradually loosened, Sharhan’s moans grew louder. Seizing the moment, Lestel slipped in a third finger. This time, Sharhan accepted it without a hint of pain, thanks to the thorough prep.

“Ahh… haah…”

With three fingers moving inside him, Lestel tried desperately to find the right spot. He’d failed yesterday, but he couldn’t afford to fail again. He had studied, imagined it, over and over, all to avoid looking inexperienced when having sex with Sharhan.

‘They say it definitely exists.’

The location might vary, but everyone supposedly had it. Touch it, and any man would instantly get hard and feel intense pleasure.

As his fingers searched the sticky inner membrane.

“Ah, hahk!”

The moan was different this time. Lestel’s eyes lit up as he asked eagerly.

“Honey, did you feel that?”

“….”

But Sharhan, his face buried in the pillow, didn’t respond, as if holding back his moans. When Lestel lifted his head, he saw his red ears. He was embarrassed. With his pale skin, even a little blush stood out, and Lestel found that unbearably cute and sexy.

“Honey, it’s here, right?”

When Lestel pressed that spot again, Sharhan’s hips bucked violently.

“Ah, ahhk! Don’t, don’t press it, you crazy bastard!”

The sudden, overwhelming pleasure that clenched his lower belly made Sharhan yell out as he looked back.

“Why won’t you answer me?”

Lestel’s face twisted with mischief, feeling both relief and pride at finally finding the spot. He kissed Sharhan’s crown and teased the area relentlessly. When he raked his nail over it, Sharhan couldn’t take it anymore and cried out.

“Ah! Ahh! Hff, hngh!”

A sob slipped into his moans. Sharhan bit his lips hard and buried his face in the pillow again.

“Let me see your face.”

“No.”

“Shan, honey. Why won’t you show me? Are you embarrassed? Don’t tell me you’re shy.”

What, like he should be proud of moaning while getting his ass fingered?

Sharhan grumbled silently and finally yelled.

“I said I don’t want to, you bastard!”

Lestel chuckled, thinking how Sharhan now looked like an angry kitten with even the back of his neck flushed red. But he didn’t say it aloud. Things were too delicate now, if he pushed Sharhan too far, he might storm off mid-sex.

Instead, he pulled his fingers out, flipped Sharhan over by the waist, and, before the startled Sharhan could react, shoved his fingers right back in. It had been hard to find the spot the first time, but now that he remembered it, he hit it immediately, and Sharhan’s hips trembled.

“Honey, why are you shaking your hips like that? Trying to drive me crazy?”

“I’m not–ah, ahhk!”

“See? You’re doing it again.”

“You keep touching it… fuck… stop–ahh! What is this… it’s weird.”

No matter how hard he tried not to, Sharhan’s hips kept jerking on their own. A dizzying fear crept in as he felt himself losing control over his body. He had only heard about how overwhelming this pleasure could be—now he felt like he might lose his mind.

The tingling pleasure that scraped at his nerves made him cry out helplessly, and the pressure of impending climax throbbed through his legs. Tears welled in his eyes.

It was too strange… but not unpleasant. The electrifying pleasure he was feeling for the first time was frightening, but also wonderful. Lestel licked Sharhan’s flushed eyes and kept thrusting his fingers deep inside.

“Honey, does it feel good?”

“Haah, hahk! Y, yes…”

Sharhan didn’t even know what he was saying anymore—he just answered on instinct. When Lestel smiled in satisfaction and pressed hard against the spot with his nail, the overwhelming pleasure made Sharhan come. Thick semen splattered across his chest and abdomen.

“Now it’s my turn, right?”

Lestel, still panting, slid an arm under Sharhan’s right knee and lifted his leg. One leg floated in the air, exposing the wide, twitching entrance. Something hot and thick touched it. The moment he realized it was Lestel’s tip, Sharhan’s eyes widened.