MTM 107

“Hah, ugh…! Nng….”

Harto let out a ragged breath. He felt ashamed of the moans slipping out of his mouth against his will, but he couldn’t control his trembling respiration. Perhaps it was because Zed’s hand, currently holding his penis, was so large and hot.

Zed gently wrapped his hand around Harto’s length, claiming he would teach him how to touch someone in the way humans did. At first, Harto was so tense that his heart raced at the mere contact, but his body gradually relaxed thanks to Zed’s low voice and soothing touch.

‘Zed… am I… am I doing this right…?’

‘Yes, you’re doing great. I think you’re a very fast learner, Harto.‘

‘Really…?’

The praise made Harto’s confidence skyrocket. He moved his hand just as Zed had taught him. Zed’s thick cock was difficult to hold in one hand and it slipped out of grasp, but they continued to stroke each other up and down for quite some time. When Zed whispered that he should use his wrist as well, Harto adjusted his movements.

“Li-like this? Ugh… Ah!”

As soon as Harto asked while rubbing the palm of his hand against his thick, hard penis, Zed stimulated Harto’s in the exact same way. The sensation was so intense he groaned. When Harto tried to pull his parted legs together, Zed smiled and slowly stroked the rigid pillar.

Squelch. The sound of wet friction filled the room. Transparent pre-cum leaked from the tips of their lengths, making their palms slick, while the tips of their penises turned a deep red from the rising heat.

“It… it got all bumpy….”

Harto mumbled, his face red. Thick veins stood out like tree roots across the surface of Zed’s cock. Every time Harto traced those ridges with his fingers, a low groan broke from Zed’s throat.

A frown, slightly parted lips, and eyes that had lost their usual coldness. Harto’s heart hammered at the sight of Zed’s uncharacteristic, disheveled appearance. It seemed his touch made Zed feel good, so he began to work even more earnestly.

“Ugh, Harto…. It hurts if you squeeze it that hard.”

“Hah! I-I’m sorry…!”

Perhaps his eagerness had made him apply too much pressure. Harto started to pull his hand away in surprise, but Zed suddenly caught his wrist.

“Don’t let go.”

“O-oh… yes….”

Harto carefully took hold of Zed’s member once more. He could feel a massive, heavy pulse inside his damp palm. It was incredible. The more he touched it, the more it expanded until the volume was incomparable to before. To call it large wasn’t enough. It was colossal.

“…Harto, you seem sensitive here, don’t you?”

Just then, Zed’s lips brushed against his ear as he asked the suggestive question.

“Wh-where…?”

“Right here.”

“Hng-ah…!”

Zed’s thumb persistently rubbed the small indentation right below the pink head. In an instant, a jolt of electricity surged from deep within his lower abdomen to the top of his skull. The fine hairs on his body stood on end, and he felt a dizzying sensation as if he might lose control of his bladder at any moment.

“Hgh, Ze-Zed…!”

“Yes, Harto.”

Zed smiled and kissed Harto’s burning cheek. At the same time, he rapidly stroked up the swollen, heat-flushed tip with his hand.

“It’s, it’s strange… Ah! I, something is… Nng, ah! Haah!”

He reached his limit. He couldn’t endure it any longer. His knees buckled and his toes curled. Harto’s grip on Zed’s cock loosened as he let go, and he grabbed Zed’s collar instead.

“……!”

Immediately after, his vision flickered white and black stars seemed to spill out before him. Harto’s body tightened with his mouth wide open. He shuddered as he began to climax. Pale semen spurted from the tip of his trembling penis. A considerable amount of fluid continued to flow out after that.

He swayed.

Zed caught his body with his strong arms and held him close.

“Haa, Harto….”

Zed called his name with a low sigh, but Harto heard nothing, his mind blank and submerged in pleasure.

“The look on your face when you come… it’s beautiful.”

Zed watched Harto’s face during the climax without blinking. He whispered as he looked at him with an enchanted gaze, he wanted to engrave the sight into his mind.

“Hee… nng… hah, hah….”

A moment later, Harto finally snapped out of the afterglow of his climax. He panted while tears rolled down his face. His skin was stained as red as a ripe fruit. Zed squeezed the semen in his palm, enjoying the sticky texture. His eyes sparkled as he watched the thick fluid stretch between his fingers.

“You came a lot. Did it feel good?”

Zed asked with a hint of laughter and gently stroked the soft, spent member.

“Ah, n-no… don’t….”

Since he had just finished, even a light touch brought a wave of overstimulating sensation that made him recoil.

“Nng, hgh! Ah… ah! Zed, stop, please stop…!”

The hand continued its work to wring out every last drop, and the thinned semen continued to wet Zed’s palm.

“Ugh, nng… h-hic, you’re mean….”

Despite his pleas, Zed mischievously teased him until Harto finally began to cry from the frustration. With the tip of his nose turned red, he sent a resentful look toward Zed.

“I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t want it to end yet.”

Zed apologized and kissed Harto’s teary eyes. He used the tip of his tongue to lick and suck away the teardrops clinging to his lashes. He thought that even his tears tasted sweet.

“Ah, what about Zed…?”

Harto realized too late that he had let go of Zed’s cock. He tried to lower his head to start again, but Zed gently restrained him.

“I’m fine.”

After he said that, Zed swallowed Harto’s lips. Hot tongue invaded the defenselessly parted mouth, and Harto closed his eyes.

“Hgh, Harto… Haa, Harto…”

“Nng, mm… Mnh…”

Zed took his time to indulge in every corner of Harto’s mouth. Meanwhile, he moved his hand, slick with Harto’s semen, to pleasure himself. Schlick, schlick. The lewd, squelching sound of the fluids mixing grew faster, and then Zed abruptly pulled his lips away.

“Hgh, agh…!”

Zed frowned and finally released the heat he had been holding back. Hot semen poured out in waves over the inside of Harto’s white thighs. The amount was overwhelming, far more than what Harto had produced.

“Wh-what…? My… hgh, my thighs are wet. Did Zed… do this…?”

“Yes…”

When Harto asked while blinking his languid eyes, Zed honestly admitted it and pulled back.

Harto finally looked down. The insides of his thighs were a complete mess, covered in pale fluid.

“Oh, so much came out. It’s so sticky…”

“…”

Harto carefully toyed with the white fluid on his thighs. He didn’t think it was dirty or unpleasant. Rather, he was satisfied that Zed’s mark was still on his body.

“Oh…?”

He naturally turned his gaze elsewhere. Even though he had just come, Zed’s cock still held its head high, looking as angry and rigid as ever.

Swish.

Perhaps he noticed that stare, because Zed quickly covered his lower body with his trousers.

“Harto, more importantly…”

Zed thoroughly cleaned Harto with a towel from the bedside table. He then picked the man up, moved him to a clean part of the sheets, and covered him with a blanket. He patted Harto’s chest as if he were soothing a child to sleep and whispered.

“I’m the one who taught you this.”

“Huh? Yes…”

Between the alcohol and the post-climax lethargy, Harto’s eyelids soon became heavy.

“Harto.”

“…Mmm?”

Just as his eyes were closing, Zed called to him. Chu, chu. He rubbed his lips against Harto’s cheek and whispered again.

“You mustn’t teach this to anyone else. Not Allen, not Leon. Do you understand?”

“.….”

“Harto?”

“Yes…”

Harto closed his eyes and mumbled in his sleep, reacting to the pestering touch.

“Harto…”

Zed let out a low sigh as he watched Harto fall into a sound sleep. He felt a desperate urge to shake him awake just to confirm he understood, but he couldn’t bring himself to wake the man resting so peacefully.

He simply engraved the sight of Harto’s defenseless, relaxed face into his mind.

‘We’ll never be apart again. Never…’

Zed repeated that oath like a mantra in his heart and pulled Harto into his arms. For now, his warmth, something he had craved so much but could never fully enjoy until now, was enough.