SWY 55

At the sound of that voice, Sharhan finally snapped out of it and lifted his head. Lestel was slowly raising his upper body. The moment he clearly saw the cloudy semen smeared on Lestel’s chin and lower lip, Sharhan flushed red.

Seeing that made the reality hit him, he’d come in Lestel’s mouth. His ears burned red as the heat climbed all the way up. His heart raced wildly, whether from embarrassment, shame, or something else he couldn’t name.

Once fully upright, Lestel slowly extended his red tongue and licked his lower lip. The semen disappeared into his mouth, and then Sharhan saw his throat move with a gulp. Holding his breath, he stared as his own cum vanished down Lestel’s throat. A tingle ran down the back of his neck, and once again he felt the blood rushing between his legs.

‘Fuck, are my eyes broken or something? Lestel looks… sexy?’

Sharhan swore at himself internally, but his eyes remained locked on Lestel’s face as if hypnotized. That slightly flushed look, probably from arousal, made him seem incredibly lewd. His green eyes were darker than usual, and his silver hair, still damp from being washed and not fully dried, clung to his face annoyingly. As he swept it back, his hand looked especially big.

‘That hand touched my cock.’

Sharhan bit his lip at the thought.

“If I asked you to suck me the way I just did, you might get all shy and bite it, so I’ll settle for your hand today.”

Muttering nonsense with a hot exhale, Lestel took Sharhan’s hand and guided it down to his crotch. Sharhan flinched when his fingers touched Lestel’s cock and tried to pull away, but it was no use. Lestel gripped his wrist tightly, making it impossible to escape. His cock, now forced into Sharhan’s hand, was burning hot.

“Honey, wrap your palm around my dick and stroke it.”

Sharhan slowly curled his awkwardly open hand. As his fingers closed, they formed a loose grip around Lestel’s cock. It was so engorged from arousal that it didn’t even fit fully in one hand.

As he looked down, he saw it standing tall, reaching nearly to Lestel’s abdomen. The color was a dark red, almost blackish, and the fully flared mushroom-shaped head looked brutal. Even when he’d glimpsed it before at the old ruins, it had seemed massive, but now, seeing it up close and erect, the pressure it radiated was beyond imagination.

“Honey, you need to move your hand.”

Lestel’s breath was hot as he spoke. Sharhan, like he was in a trance, began to move his hand. Pressing his palm against the shaft, he slid it up and down. Lestel tilted his head back slightly and let out a tight moan.

“Hnn…”

A shiver ran across Sharhan’s skin and his crotch reacted instantly. Lestel kept his eyes on him, moaning without the slightest attempt to hide the pleasure burning in his gaze. That stare, filled with arousal and desire, made Sharhan’s knees feel weak. His body, which had gone slack from post-orgasm exhaustion, regained strength, and his body temperature climbed again.

Now Sharhan was also panting as he stroked Lestel’s cock. Each time his hand moved, he felt the veins bulging beneath the skin. They pulsed, almost like living things.

“Haa…”

Sharhan let out a short breath and grew bolder in how he touched Lestel. His movements weren’t calculated, they came from instinct. He gripped tight like he would when jerking himself off, then let go, rubbing the head with his thumb. With each action, Lestel’s breathing grew heavier.

The absurd part was that even Sharhan’s untouched cock was rock hard again and trembling. Just the act of touching Lestel and watching him drown in pleasure brought an overwhelming sense of arousal.

The air around them was humid, like it had absorbed the heat of midsummer rain. Even their exhaled breaths had turned hot.

“Haah. Shan, honey.”

Lestel licked his lower lip, unable to contain his excitement, and called his name. A chill ran down Sharhan’s spine.

“Lestel.”

Sharhan called his name back. Lestel let out a hot breath and his gaze dropped. He stared fixatedly just above Sharhan’s navel as he moaned.

He licked his lips with his tongue, shivering as he did. The way he stared, it felt like he wasn’t looking at the outside, but trying to see inside. Sharhan’s lower belly clenched tight. The look in Lestel’s eyes was so filthy and intense, it was like he was imagining himself buried inside, as if Sharhan’s guts were already wrapped around his cock.

‘That crazy bastard’s probably fantasizing about fucking me right now.’

Even if he hadn’t done it himself, Sharhan knew where men went when they had sex. He hadn’t been able to avoid catching glimpses of it in real life either, with guys screwing each other wherever, whenever. He’d always cursed his eyes and turned away immediately, never once wanting to try it himself.

He especially never wanted to be the one taking it. But now, under Lestel’s obsessive gaze, it felt like that unopened place was being pried open. His ass clenched involuntarily, the muscles tightening as if they were squeezing something that wasn’t even there.

“It feels like I could go all the way in here.”

Lestel reached out and rubbed just above Sharhan’s navel. Sharhan didn’t bother asking what exactly he thought would go in. His mind was fogged with heat and lust, and he had no energy left to argue with Lestel about whether he intended to fuck him or not.

“Why the hell is it getting even bigger?!”

The cock in his hand swelled even more. Sharhan muttered in disbelief.

“Fuck, I can’t stand it anymore. I need to fuck you.”

Lestel, who had been stroking Sharhan’s abs, now pressed down hard with a shaky breath and lost it. He flipped Sharhan over, pinned him down on his stomach, and shoved his erection between his thighs. Then he squeezed Sharhan’s thighs together.

“W-what are you–”

The cock caught between his firm thighs was scorching hot. Sharhan tried to wriggle forward in confusion, but Lestel gripped his hips tightly and began moving like he was actually fucking him.

The hard shaft, trapped between Sharhan’s thighs, slid back and forth against his bare skin. It pressed against the tight inner thigh muscles and occasionally bumped his own cock. Each time it did, Sharhan jerked and shuddered.

“Shan, Sharhan. It feels so good.”

“Haah, haah!”

Lestel leaned over, pressing his chest against Sharhan’s back as he moved his hips. The wet slap of skin echoed from below. It felt so real, like he was being fucked for real, it made Sharhan shudder. Even the hole that hadn’t been touched felt like it was fluttering open.

The room’s air thickened with heat as their pleasure peaked. They were like wild animals in heat, tangled up in the middle of a rut. Sharhan came first. When Lestel shoved his raging cock tight between Sharhan’s thighs and started rubbing both of their dicks together, he couldn’t hold back.

A rush of cum spilled out, running down Lestel’s shaft. As if triggered by that, Lestel let out something between a moan and a curse and came too. Their semen, indistinguishable from each other’s, dripped down from their still-touching cocks.

“Haa… get off.”

Sharhan was the first to regain even a sliver of reason. Lestel’s presence, stuck close behind him, annoyed him. Not to mention his cock, still big despite going soft, resting thickly between his thighs. As he panted, Lestel grabbed Sharhan’s chin and twisted it for another kiss.

Forced to accept it in an uncomfortable position, Sharhan’s forearms tensed. Lestel kissed him for a long while before finally pulling away, like he didn’t want to stop. Sharhan took the chance to move forward and catch his breath. He hurriedly pulled up his pants, trying to cover his soaked lower half.

‘I’m insane. I’m not a goddamn animal.’

Once his mind cleared, the self-loathing hit. Sharhan bit his lip hard and glanced toward Lestel’s lower half. Seeing his still-glistening, wet cock made his throat burn in disbelief.

Unlike Sharhan, who was awkward and flustered in the thick, lewd air of the room, Lestel looked completely at ease. At least on the surface.

‘Even after a kiss, that guy was all calm and smug. And now, after this – not actual sex, but something damn close – he’s still the same.’

It irritated Sharhan so much that he forced himself to act like it was no big deal, like this was just routine. But his faintly flushed earlobes betrayed him.

“Honey, how was it?”

Lestel asked as he balled up the cum-stained blanket and tossed it in a corner.

“H-how was it? Well… I guess it wasn’t bad.”

“Right?”

“What’s with that smug look?”

Lestel smiled so brightly, like a kid who’d worked hard and finally got praised. Sharhan scratched the back of his neck, feeling awkward, wondering if “not bad” was really that gratifying to hear.

‘Honestly, it wasn’t just “not bad.” It was… good.’

That giddy feeling bubbled up again, and he couldn’t bring himself to meet Lestel’s eyes, staring at the floor instead.

“I’m just happy it finally seems like you want to fuck me.”

“I said it wasn’t bad, I didn’t say anything about fucking–”

“Sex would feel even better. Let’s stop here for today, but next time we’re really doing it, okay?”

As Lestel spoke, his gaze trailed back down to Sharhan’s lower belly. His throat moved as he swallowed, and his face was filled with thick, heavy desire. The raw lust in that look made Sharhan’s belly tighten, and he flinched as he backed away, snapping,

“Don’t tell me… you’re planning to fuck me?”