MTM 129

As the rough water surged, their bodies intertwined seamlessly. Startled, Harto recoiled, but Zed wrapped his arms around his waist. Harto surrendered and relaxed his body. He then wrapped his arms around Zed’s neck. Body temperatures hotter than the hot spring water were transmitted to each other.

“Hah…! Ze-Zed… ugh….”

A kiss so intense it felt suffocating continued until Harto pulled his lips away. Zed, also breathing heavily, stared at Harto and said.

“…We can’t do this here.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zed scooped Harto up from the water. The moment they stepped out, the cold night air hit their wet skin. Harto let out a small gasp and shivered. Zed pulled him even tighter and hurried into the room.

Thump.

Zed lowered Harto onto the plush bed and wiped the remaining moisture from Harto’s body with a towel. Lying on the snow-white sheets, Harto’s entire body was flushed like a ripe fruit from the spring’s heat and shame. Zed climbed over him and asked with a serious expression.

“Harto, do you like me?”

Harto was momentarily flustered by the unexpected question.

“I… I did it because I like you… the kiss… I mean….”

Harto stuttered, pouting his lips as if he felt wronged. Perhaps he found Zed cold for not knowing his feelings, as tears welled up in his eyes.

“… Why don’t you know….”

“I know. I know, but… I wanted to hear it directly from you.”

Zed couldn’t resist how lovely Harto was, he showered kisses on Harto’s forehead, the bridge of his nose, and his neck. Red marks bloomed wherever his lips touched. The sensation made Harto flinch and tremble.

“Harto.”

Zed hugged Harto through the towel and whispered in his ear.

“Can I teach you… more things than what I taught you last time?”

Thump-thump.

Harto heard the sound of his heart, which felt like it might explode. Though he was embarrassed, he didn’t look away and stared into Zed’s golden eyes. Then, he gave a small nod.

“Yes…. Teach… teach me everything, Zed.”

***

Chu, chu, chu.

The sound of friction echoed in the quiet room. A scent wafted from Harto’s skin, the smooth fragrance of the hot spring water he’d just been in, mixed with the soft scent unique to him.

Zed rubbed his nose against Harto’s glowing white skin and gave him small kisses, trying to fully feel that pleasant warmth.

Harto, who’d been groaning and exhaling short breaths under Zed, eventually pressed his lips against Zed’s solid forearm.

“Ho… how do you leave a mark?”

Harto asked as he looked down at the red traces engraved on his body. Zed laughed and whispered in his ear.

“Just put your lips against the skin, suck slightly, and let go. Want to try?”

Harto nodded, then took Zed’s arm in his mouth. When he pulled his lips away, a vivid pink mark appeared on Zed’s firm muscle.

“…Oh.”

His blue eyes sparkled. Perhaps he found it fun, because Harto started leaving marks not just on his forearm, but on Zed’s chest, below his collarbone, and even on his neck.

Then, Harto’s finger brushed Zed’s Adam’s apple.

“Why there?”

When Zed asked curiously, Harto whispered while staring at the protruding Adam’s apple moving up and down.

“Here, it’s… erotic.”

“Erotic?”

“Yes… it’s pretty….”

After saying that, Harto pressed his lips to Zed’s Adam’s apple and pulled away. But this time, he didn’t leave a mark. Zed looked disappointed.

“Why? Leave one here too.”

“But… if I leave one here, won’t other people see it? I want to be the only one who sees this….”

“…….”

It felt like Zed’s patience ran out at Harto’s unexpected and pure possessiveness. He pushed Harto back down onto the bed and kissed him like a hungry beast. Harto was surprise at first, but then he wrapped his arms around Zed’s neck and clumsily responded to his kiss.

The fact that Harto wanted him just as much as he wanted Harto made Zed thrilled. After sharing an intense, sweet kiss, he moved down to Harto’s neck, chest, and side, branding him with red marks.

“Wh-why there… ah!”

Harto had endured well while other spots were being licked, but when Zed sucked around his navel, he squirmed and curled up. Zed seized his waist so Harto couldn’t escape and left plenty of marks in that area. When he finally looked up, Harto’s face was beet red and he was shedding tears.

“Did you cry because it felt good?”

“Hng, I… I don’t know….”

“It couldn’t have hurt, right? Look at this. It’s crying here too. I guess it feels good.”

“Hnd…!”

Zed teased Harto in a low voice and took Harto’s semi-erect member, which was leaking thin fluid, into his mouth. Harto’s waist jolted and he grabbed Zed’s hair.

“Ze, Zed… eungh…!”

His eyes went wide as Zed swallowed him all the way to the base. Zed carefully sucked the hardened tip and used his soft tongue to lick the sensitive spots. In an instant, Harto’s vision blurred and his whole body felt like it was on fire. His mind went blank to the point where he couldn’t think of anything besides the sensation below.

“Hng…! I… I can’t! Hng, hah…!”

He felt like he was going to climax even though Zed had only sucked a few times.

“Ha… you can’t? What can’t you do?”

“Ah, ah! It’s, it’s coming… ah! Zed-ngh…!”

Harto screamed Zed’s name and climaxed. His pale legs twitched before falling limp over Zed’s shoulders. Zed slowly raised his head and gulped down the semen in his mouth.

“Hng… why, why… did you….”

“I was curious what it tasted like.”

Zed smiled brightly, seemingly satisfied with the tasting. Harto lowered his head, feeling embarrassed. However, his gaze landed on Zed’s own member, which was just as hard as his own had been. Harto mustered up his courage.

“I… I want to, too….”

“Next time. Right now, more than that….”

Zed kissed his cheek, then returned after taking a small glass bottle of scented oil from the nightstand drawer.

He spread Harto’s closed legs. Even though he’d just came, Harto’s penis was still standing tall. Zed was happy that Harto’s desire was the same as his.

“Are you going to use… that?”

When Harto asked while looking at the oil in Zed’s hand, the latter nodded and leaned down.

“Are you scared?”

“I’m… I’m not scared…. That’s not why I asked. And… they said you do this if you like someone.”

Harto’s confession was so lovely that Zed chuckled and kissed his cheeks and lips repeatedly. He relaxed Harto’s tension by stroking his back and poured the oil between his legs. The oil, which warmed up in response to body temperature, covered his smooth skin.

“It feels strange….”

“I feel the same way….”

Zed’s eyes met Harto’s. Golden eyes filled with warmth gazed back at him. It was Harto’s first time sharing such intimate moment with another person, but he wasn’t afraid. He believed it would be fine if it was Zed and no one else. Even if Zed’s presence right in front of him was so overwhelming that it was hard to look at him properly.

Zed gently held Harto’s member with his oil-covered fingers. Then, he slowly moved down without rushing. He rubbed the perineum, which was as plump as Harto’s cheeks, with his thumb, and slowly pushed one finger inside.

“Ugh….”

“Shh, it’s okay.”

Zed kissed the startled Harto and helped him relax. A lewd, squelching sound echoed from below as his finger moved. Harto closed his eyes, his ears turned red with embarrassment.

“Harto, open your eyes. Hm? I want to see you.”

When Harto lifted his trembling eyelids, he saw Zed’s anxious yet excited face staring at him. Harto finally felt relieved when he was certain they felt the same way.

“Zed… hng, is it hard for you?”

“Ugh…. Actually, I want to go inside you quickly….”

“……!”

A shiver ran down Harto’s spine. Unable to hold back, he cupped Zed’s cheeks and kissed him.

“You… hng, you can do it… now….”

“But….”

“Quickly, I want… put Zed’s in….”

Zed furrowed his brows and placed a pillow under Harto’s waist. As his lower body was lifted high, Harto’s most private area was completely exposed. He felt Zed staring there and his face flushed hot, but Harto just waited while trembling.

Zed let out a deep breath and ran a hand down his own fully erect member. The shaft was already messy and slick with pre-cum. Zed looked at Harto’s entrance, which he’d moistened again. The hole, tinted light pink and wet, was so small that he wondered if it could fully accept him.

“Zed….”

Harto reached out toward the hesitating Zed. The latter interlaced their fingers, aligned himself with Harto’s entrance, and slowly pushed his hips in.

“…Ah!”

A short groan escaped Harto’s mouth.

“Ugh, Harto… you have to relax more.”

Harto tried to follow Zed’s words, but the overwhelming foreign sensation made his body tense. As they stalled for a while, Harto asked cautiously.

“Zed… should we change positions? Ser told me….”

“Harto.”

Zed’s gaze turned icy in an instant. He gently grabbed Harto’s chin to make him look at him.

“You shouldn’t say another man’s name while we’re in bed.”