SWY 54

Startled by Lestel’s sudden action, Sharhan froze in place for a moment before he began to struggle. But the more he tried to escape, the harder Lestel pinned him down. The grip was so tight it hurt.

“Are you insane?! Fuck, let go of me!”

Sharhan, furious, tried to shove Lestel’s hand away, but it was no use.

“Shan, honey. You didn’t sleep with that Ras guy, did you?”

“You crazy bastard! I said let go! If you let go now, I swear, I won’t kill you.”

That was a lie. The moment Lestel let go, Sharhan was going to punch him right in the face. No matter how good-looking that face was, this time he couldn’t let it slide. He was going to bruise up that perfect face good.

“Answer me first.”

“I didn’t! I never slept with Ras!”

“Really?”

“I said I didn’t! Me, fuck Ras? Just thinking about it makes me want to puke. So let go, damn it! It hurts, you fucker!”

Only after he finally let out a pained groan did Lestel’s grip on Sharhan’s cock loosen. A sharp throb pulsed through his lower half.

‘Fuck, that hurts. It hurts, but… it’s weird.’

Lestel had grabbed and squeezed that sensitive spot so tightly it definitely hurt, made everything throb. But pain wasn’t all there was. A prickling jolt ran up his spine, and his cock started to stiffen halfway. Feeling himself get hard, Sharhan cursed Lestel in his head.

‘What the hell is wrong with this lunatic? Why the sudden freak-out? Fuck, I’m hard again. It’s already been annoying enough lately, getting hard at the drop of a hat.’

Getting erections these days wasn’t exactly rare. It happened often when he kissed Lestel, and every time it did, he’d curse him silently and force it down. It left a bitter aftertaste, but at least it would go away.

This time, though, it felt different. His body was trembling, and the blood rushing between his legs wouldn’t stop. He had a bad feeling this one wasn’t going down easily. Even though Lestel had taken his hand off, his damn cock was still swelling up, growing bit by bit on its own.

‘Stop growing. Go down, damn it. You’re seriously getting hard just because Lestel touched you? Where’s your pride?’

He scolded his own dick in his head, but of course it didn’t do a thing. These days, the most disobedient part of his body was his cock.

He was just thinking he might need to splash himself with cold water or at least wash his face, when Lestel’s hand suddenly slipped inside his pants. Sharhan froze without making a sound.

‘Th-this crazy bastard! D-did he just grab my cock?!’

His mind went blank, and the next second, heat flooded from the back of his neck all the way up. Maybe because Lestel’s hand was so cool against him, his thighs tensed up on their own. His heart pounded like mad. At the same time, his cock hardened fully in an instant.

“Honey, you’re fully hard.”

Lestel whispered into Sharhan’s ear. His breath was warm and moist, brushing over his eardrum and making it hard to breathe.

“…”

Sharhan couldn’t bring himself to answer. If he opened his mouth now, he was afraid something strange would come out.

“I’m hard too.”

The bulge rubbing slowly against Sharhan’s ass was stiff with arousal. Lestel’s erection strained so large and hot beneath his clothes it felt like it could tear through.

As Sharhan felt Lestel’s rising body heat wrapped around him, he couldn’t help but gasp for breath. Through their pressed-together backs, he could feel Lestel’s heartbeat racing just as fast as his own.

“Haah! What are you, what are you doing…”

“I’m touching your dick, what else.”

“Why the hell are you touching it?! D-don’t do something you’ll regret, g-get off!”

“Something I’ll regret? Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you? Did you forget I said I wanted to fuck you? How many times do I have to tell you for you to believe I’m serious?”

“Haa, haah!”

Lestel stroked Sharhan’s cock as he spoke. He gripped the shaft and rubbed along it, then used his fingernail to scrape lightly at the slit on the tip. With his other hand, he slipped under Sharhan’s shirt and traced the muscles of his abdomen.

Sharhan couldn’t think straight as he was touched in places no one but himself had ever touched. Pleasure surged through him so fast his breath turned sticky. Moans spilled out on their own.

“You’d never sleep with me unless I did this, right? No one knows you better than I do. And yet after just three years apart, you come back and say things I don’t know, worry about names I’ve never heard? I should’ve followed you from the Academy instead of waiting around.”

What the hell was he saying? The pleasure rising in Sharhan’s body made his mind go hazy, so he couldn’t catch everything. But he heard the part about “things I don’t know” clearly. So that’s why his expression had looked off earlier, his conversation with Abel must’ve gotten under Lestel’s skin.

“And what about you?!”

Sharhan had his own things to say. Lestel had changed plenty over the past three years too.

“What about me?”

“In the three years we were apart… hngh… you’ve got your share of things I don’t know too. Sometimes you feel so unfamiliar… aah! Fuck, the Lestel I knew wasn’t someone who’d do shit like this… ah, aaah!”

Lestel suddenly sat up and yanked Sharhan’s pants down. His fully erect cock popped out, twitching in the open. Clear fluid had already gathered at the tip, making it gleam, anyone could see just how turned on he was. Lestel swallowed hard when he saw it.

“I just hid it well. But truth is, I’ve always been a lunatic who wanted to do this kind of thing.”

Muttering quietly, Lestel pushed Sharhan’s shirt up. His perked nipples were exposed. Even his nipples were pretty, a light pink that stood out starkly against his pale skin, making them look all the more obscene.

“What? Say that louder–haah!”

Lestel flicked one nipple with his finger and lowered his head. Then he took Sharhan’s stiff cock into his mouth without hesitation. Sharhan’s eyes went wide as he grabbed a fistful of Lestel’s hair.

“L-Lestel!”

“Why are you calling me, honey?”

Lestel briefly lifted his head, then used his fingernail to scratch the now-wet and glistening tip of Sharhan’s cock. The spike of pleasure that shot through him erased even the thought of resisting.

“D-Don’t… do that. Hngh…!”

His desperate plea, squeezed out with the last of his reason, naturally had no weight.

“Honey, be quiet. Derry might hear from outside.”

Sharhan turned pale and clamped both hands over his mouth. Pleased, Lestel smirked and lowered his head again, taking Sharhan’s cock into his mouth once more. His cock, hot and fully erect, slid all the way in down to the base.

Lestel’s mouth was tight, wet, and warm. He sucked hard on the head jabbing his throat, all while roaming his hands over Sharhan’s bare skin. Overwhelming pleasure crashed over him, the kind he never imagined. Sharhan’s thighs tensed.

“Hngh, ngh!”

No matter how much he tried to muffle it, he couldn’t suppress the moans entirely. Whimpers spilled from his throat, soaked with sensation. The pleasure filled his entire body, swallowing his reason. Lestel sometimes licked along the shaft, other times deep-throated and pulled back, bobbing his head with obscene sounds.

Sharhan couldn’t believe what was happening, Lestel, between his spread legs, sucking his cock. Something he’d never imagined was actually happening.

His mind blanked out, a tingle ran down his spine. All he could do was moan as his body surrendered to the rising pleasure. Reason had long since fled.

Without realizing, Sharhan raised his legs and wrapped them around Lestel’s neck, gripping his shoulders. Feeling Sharhan’s frantic reaction, Lestel chuckled deep in his throat and sucked him down even harder. Sharhan’s body began to tremble with the oncoming climax.

“I-I’m gonna come…”

Feeling it build, Sharhan tried to push Lestel’s shoulders away. But Lestel only sucked deeper, tightening his throat around the head. The slick lining clung tightly, squeezing with force, sending waves of climax up through Sharhan’s spine until his hips shook uncontrollably. The intensity was dizzying, foreign and overwhelming. Tears welled in his eyes.

“A-Aah! D-Don’t lick there!”

Lestel lapped at the tip of Sharhan’s cock, then cupped his tongue and pressed into it. That was the final blow. Sharhan’s whole body convulsed as he came, thick semen erupting with a strong scent. Half of it spilled into Lestel’s mouth, the rest trailing down his chin to the floor.

Even after ejaculating, Sharhan couldn’t gather his thoughts. He stared blankly at the ceiling, panting hard. He’d never had sex before, but he’d masturbated plenty.

Of course, this wasn’t his first time coming either. But the exhaustion that flooded him, like all strength had left his body with the orgasm, was new. Along with it came a warm, fuzzy sense of satisfaction that made him not want to move a single finger.

“Honey, it’s my turn now, isn’t it?”