SWY 41

Even though his consciousness hadn’t fully returned, Sharhan sensed something was off. Slowly, he opened his eyes. But his vision was blurry, and his mind felt foggy. It was as if all five senses had shut down. He blinked a few times, waiting for sensation to return.

The first to come back was touch.

‘W-wait a second… is someone holding me right now?’

And that someone was undoubtedly Lestel. It was ridiculous, but it felt familiar. The embrace was unmistakably his. Most shocking of all, they were both completely naked.

Lestel’s flat, firm chest was pressed against his back, and something hot and heavy was lodged firmly against his ass with an overwhelming presence.

‘What the… why are we naked? Fuck, why the hell is this crazy bastard Lestel clinging to me completely naked? That thing pressing against my ass… is that a dick? Why does it feel so damn big? And so hot!’

The thing pressing into his rear, Lestel’s cock, was getting harder. It was as if all of Lestel’s body heat was concentrating in his groin. Sharhan felt overwhelmed as every nerve in his body lit up where they touched.

It gave him chills, yet strangely, his breathing quickened. Absurdly, Sharhan’s own cock was also starting to harden. It wasn’t his first erection, but the feeling of it growing again felt oddly new and strange.

As Lestel’s stiffening cock pulsed against him, the stimulation seemed to rouse Sharhan’s body in turn, and the sensation was freakishly intense. His brain screamed at him to get away, but his body wouldn’t move.

‘Shit, why the hell am I getting hard?’

His mouth was dry and his breathing grew shallow, like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

“Honey, are you… sexually frustrated?”

Lestel’s whispered into his ear, instantly noticing that Sharhan had regained consciousness. The warm, damp breath against his eardrum sent a shiver down his spine. Sharhan clenched his growing erection, wondering if he should just keep pretending to be asleep.

But of course, Lestel wasn’t going to fall for that. With a low hum, he reached forward and grabbed Sharhan’s cock. His large, cool hand gripped the hypersensitive length, and Sharhan’s brain blanked, his body responded with an involuntary moan.

“Haah…”

No one was more shocked by that sound than Sharhan himself. He froze for a second, then shot upright as if he’d been launched. His face flushed a deep red, like someone had poured boiling blood over it.

Still too weak to properly sit up, he wobbled and cursed himself inwardly with all the rage he had.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck! Have you lost your mind, Sharhan Kaios?!’

Getting hard just from touching Lestel was insane enough, but to moan? He wanted to knock Lestel out and erase his memory on the spot. But no matter how much he wanted to, he didn’t have the strength to lift a hand.

‘What the fuck is wrong with my body?’

Even breathing felt like a chore. He was dizzy. Lestel, carefully watching Sharhan pretend to be okay, only got more mischievous.

“Honey, you’re hard. You were unconscious for days, and the first thing you do when you wake up is pitch a tent? You really are sexually frustrated, huh?”

Sharhan’s erection, fully exposed, pointed straight up.

“T-this is…”

“Seeing that thing standing tall means you survived the worst. That’s a relief. And wow, you’re really healthy, huh?”

Lestel’s smooth teasing was just a mask. Inside, he was deeply relieved.

‘I was so scared he wouldn’t wake up. I thought he might die.’

As Lestel let go of that fear, Sharhan scrambled to cover his groin with both hands, trying to salvage the situation.

“This is… I mean… it’s because I’m sick.”

Did you seriously just say that?

He cringed at his own excuse. Lestel’s eyes curved with amusement. Sharhan turned his gaze away and flexed his thighs, trying to hide the bulge. Not that it helped.

‘Am I actually that pent-up?’

He remembered how even seductive, naked fairies swinging their hips in front of him used to bore him. That felt like ages ago.

Whatever the reason, it was clear his body had become ridiculously sensitive. That’s the only reason he could be getting hard from Lestel. Maybe it was just because he hadn’t had sex. Or maybe he really was just sick.

The absurd excuse started to sound more convincing the more he thought about it. He was sick, so his body became sensitive. And because he was sensitive, he got hard from Lestel’s touch.

‘My body really is messed up. Getting hard just from touching Lestel? My senses must be all out of whack.’

Hadn’t Lestel said he’d been unconscious for days? That would explain why he felt so weak. His last memory was feeling awful and sensing something was seriously wrong. He must’ve been delirious ever since.

His legs trembled just from standing, and the dizziness was bad enough that collapsing again wouldn’t be surprising. And yet, his dick still stood up like a soldier.

‘I guess people really do get horny when they’re near death. It’s probably some survival instinct, like animals trying to breed before they die.’

While Sharhan was crafting nonsense theories in his head, Lestel spoke again, grinning.

“Aww, so our honey gets hard when he’s sick.”

“Yeah. That’s how I am. N-now, where are my clothes?”

Panicking, Sharhan looked around and found his clothes next to his foot. He quickly grabbed his pants and struggled to pull them on. The stubborn erection made the front tight and uncomfortable.

“Aww, I didn’t know you had such a unique trait. I thought it was me making you hard. What a misunderstanding.”

“Don’t misunderstand! And would you please put on some clothes too?! Also, why are you hard… Fuck, why is it that big?”

Hunched over from the discomfort in his groin, Sharhan happened to glance at Lestel’s crotch, and nearly choked.

Between his legs hung something massive, far too large to be called merely “big.” He never wanted to admit it, but Lestel had always looked big under his clothes. Seeing it in person, it exceeded expectations.

“Told you I was big.”

The line about it being the size of a forearm wasn’t an exaggeration. Lestel grinned smugly, and Sharhan scowled. It pissed him off, how not only was the guy tall, his dick was enormous too. It made him feel like less of a man.

“What the hell. Since when did it get that huge?”

He used to be smaller than me in everything, height, dick, everything.

“Honey. You grinding your ass against me earlier got me hard. And now you’re staring at me with those hungry eyes? Come on, you’re making it worse. I was barely holding back, you know.”

Lestel’s cock, which had already seemed fully erect, twitched again and grew even thicker. Sharhan looked away with a flustered cough.

When he peeked back, Lestel was pulling on his pants. The enormous shaft disappeared into his trousers, but even like that, it was still clearly huge.

‘Fucking hell. That’s freakishly huge. And why the hell is his dick good-looking too?’

It was disgusting how big it was, but considering the size, shape, and color, Lestel had a beautiful dick. Even when they were younger, Sharhan had thought it was kind of cute when it popped out like a finger.

Sure, it started as a rivalry thing, but he’d also gone around pulling Lestel’s pants down just to get a look.

“But seriously. I’m supposedly sensitive because I’m sick, what about you? Why are you hard? Are you pent-up?”

“Yeah.”

“…What?”

“I’m sexually frustrated.”

Sharhan blinked, stunned by the shameless confession, then scoffed with exaggerated sarcasm.

“Oh right, didn’t you say you’ve used your dick countless times before? Guess all that action stopped lately and it’s building up.”

“Exactly. I’m supposed to use it often, but it’s been a while. Of course I’m pent-up. Isn’t that true for you too? You said you were fooling around front and back, right? Bet you’re backed up too.”

“O-of course I am. I used to fuck around all the time, but lately I haven’t done anything. It’s been driving me crazy down there. I thought it was just from being sick, but turns out it was from being deprived.”

Sharhan, a virgin who’d never even kissed anyone, bluffed with all the swagger he could muster. Same as always, he just couldn’t stand the idea of losing to Lestel.

“Perfect, then.”

Lestel grinned as he walked over.

“What is?”

“How about we take care of our pent-up needs together, like a couple of filthy sluts?”

“…A-are you out of your mind?!”

Sharhan froze in place, utterly stunned by the unexpected proposition.

“I’m completely sane.”

“You want you and me to fuck? Kaios and Ailun?”

“What’s that got to do with it? What, you think I’m proposing to you? I’m not talking marriage. Just sex.”

“I never said anything about marriage, fuck! Still, you expect me to want to fuck you? You think you’d get horny for me? After all the years we spent bickering and fighting?”

“Well, I clearly am horny for you. That’s why I’m hard, isn’t it? You’re hard too. Still up, by the way.”

It was true, his pants were still tight. Whatever the excuse, the result was clear. His dick, which had never once stood up for another man, had risen because of Lestel.

“T-this… But wait, have you seriously slept with guys too?”

“Yeah. Don’t you know guys make better sex partners? You said you’ve been with men too, didn’t you?”

“Y-yeah, of course! I’m a mercenary, of course I know that! Guys are way better than girls as partners. No strings attached. Just pleasure.”

Sharhan snorted, puffing up with false bravado, but inside, he felt bitter.

‘This bastard. So he’s slept with guys too, not just girls? What the hell’s he been doing while I wasn’t around?’

He felt oddly upset. His chest tightened with a sudden surge of emotion. He wanted to ask how many people Lestel had slept with like it was nothing. Just as he clenched his fists–

“See? It’s perfect. In a world like this, finding a sex partner is hard. Why not just screw each other? It’s easy and convenient. Don’t you think?”

“C-convenient…”

“You know… even back when we were young, your nipples and your dick were really pretty. They still are. Even better than I imagined.”

Sharhan didn’t hear the rest, but what he did hear was enough to make his head spin.

Wait–what is pretty again?

“This guy is seriously insane.”

“I already told you, I’m completely sane. Except for the part where I’m losing my mind wanting to fuck you.”