SWY 63

Their kiss went on for a long time. Lestel sucked Sharhan’s tongue into his mouth, then passed it back along with a mouthful of saliva. Sharhan swallowed the saliva filling his mouth without resistance. He was surprised himself at how not repulsive it felt.

Instead, he tilted his head back as if craving more, allowing Lestel’s tongue to go deeper. Lestel didn’t hesitate, adjusting the angle of his face and pouring out deep, intense kisses.

“Mmh… haah.”

Sharhan’s chest rose and fell heavily. When Lestel’s tongue, which had slipped deep into his mouth at some point, brushed against his uvula, a shiver ran down his spine. The heat that traveled downwards made his cock twitch as it hardened.

Startled, Sharhan scooted his hips back, but Lestel didn’t let go. He gripped Sharhan’s butt and pulled him in tight, grinding their crotches together.

“Haah!”

“Haah, Shan.”

Lestel’s lower half was fully hard as well. The feverish heat radiating from his raging erection was palpable even through their clothes.

Keeping their hips pressed together, Lestel moved as though they were already having sex, rubbing against Sharhan and stimulating him. Sharhan’s already sensitive body quickly flushed with heat. His groin ached, and he could feel his blood running hot.

When their lips finally parted for a moment, Sharhan couldn’t hold back a low moan. As if triggered, Lestel’s eyes glazed over and he dove back in for another kiss. Maybe in his eagerness, his teeth bumped into Sharhan’s lips with a sharp sting. It felt like they had torn. Startled, Sharhan flinched, and Lestel’s tongue licked away the bead of blood that had welled up on his lip before slipping back into his mouth.

That tongue, now hot with desire, stirred wildly inside his mouth, making it impossible to think straight. Lestel curled the tip of his tongue and poked under Sharhan’s, rubbed the tender inside of his cheek, and nibbled lightly on his lower lip with the edge of his teeth.

All the while, Lestel’s hand had slipped under Sharhan’s shirt, searching over his bare skin. Sharhan only realized it when his nipple was pinched, making him jolt.

“Haah!”

Lestel teased his nipple with his thumb, then twisted it between his fingers or flicked it for stimulation. Despite thinking he shouldn’t be feeling anything from it, every touch to that spot made Sharhan’s hips buck involuntarily.

“Honey, if you keep rocking your hips like that, I won’t be able to hold back.”

“That’s because you’re the one turning me o–haah. Why do you keep pinching there?”

“How much have you been fooling around for your body to get this sensitive?”

“For fuck’s sake, I told you it’s because you’re the one touching me! And you, how many people have you fooled around with to get this good?”

“You think I’m good?”

“…That wasn’t a compliment. I was mocking you.”

He made that clear, but Lestel just smiled brightly, baring his teeth. That look of genuine happiness irritated Sharhan, who clenched his fist and punched Lestel in the side. He had gotten all giddy yesterday too when Sharhan said it hadn’t been bad.

But Sharhan hadn’t hit him with full force, so Lestel barely reacted and just said, “Ow,” while rubbing his side. Then he pulled up Sharhan’s shirt and suddenly took his nipple into his mouth.

“Les… haah!”

Sharhan gasped and parted his lips, but couldn’t even finish calling Lestel’s name. His nipple had already disappeared into the hot, wet warmth of Lestel’s mouth. Lestel rolled the small, soft nub with his tongue and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing with effort.

Sharhan moaned involuntarily, his hips jerking again. Every time Lestel sucked with force, the stinging pain in his nipple sent pleasure tingling between his legs. He hadn’t known this about himself, apparently, his nipples were sensitive.

“Ha, haah. Hhh…”

Lestel lifted his head and gripped Sharhan’s twitching butt.

“Can you feel how tight your ass is? If my cock was inside you right now, I think I’d cum instantly from the pressure.”

“Who said you could put it in… Stop making things up on your own–haah.”

“Considering how hard you are just from my touch, you really don’t have room to talk.”

When Lestel pulled down Sharhan’s pants, his cock sprang up, stiff and glistening at the tip. It looked obscenely erotic. Embarrassed, Sharhan blushed and shot back.

“You too! I haven’t even touched you and you’re already hard!”

Sharhan bent his right leg and pressed the tip of his foot against Lestel’s crotch. He could feel the thick erection bulging underneath. Lestel groaned softly, brow furrowed from the pleasure. That flushed look on Lestel’s face made Sharhan’s heart flutter in a strange way.

Staring straight into Lestel’s crinkled eyes, Sharhan began teasing him with his toes. He rubbed against Lestel’s cock with the heel of his foot, then pinched at it lightly with his toes.

“Where’d you learn to tease like this?”

“What does it matter where I learned it?”

As if refusing to be outdone, Lestel grabbed Sharhan’s ankle and lifted it up high. Before Sharhan could pull his foot back in surprise, Lestel licked his shin and then sank his teeth into it.

A sharp pain jolted through him, making his scalp prickle. Lestel bit and licked the spot hard enough to leave teeth marks, then used one hand to pull down his own pants.

“Haa, Shan. Honey.”

Hearing his name in Lestel’s low, heated voice made Sharhan shudder. The thick tension in his voice, the excitement, it was overwhelming. His body trembled. Licking his dry lips, Sharhan spoke.

“Touch me.”

He knew he’d regret it once he came to his senses, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to feel that release. He wanted Lestel to grab his cock and stroke him hard.

“Where?”

“Here.”

“And where’s here?”

Even though it was obvious, Lestel played dumb, and Sharhan found it infuriating. Glaring, he demanded bluntly.

“My dick! Touch it already.”

Only then did Lestel let go of his leg and grab his cock without hesitation. Feeling the large hand gripping his erection, Sharhan trembled and twisted his body. When they turned to face each other, he reached out and grabbed Lestel’s cock in return. Even though it was the second time, the size still surprised him.

“Haah. Hhh…”

“Haah, honey. Your face looks so sexy right now.”

Even though it felt surreal to be jerking each other off and moaning like this, seeing Lestel’s flushed face under his touch made the back of Sharhan’s neck tingle with arousal.

Sharhan began to move his hand more actively. So did Lestel. He ran his hand up and down Sharhan’s shaft and massaged the round, tight balls hanging beneath.

Sharhan arched his neck. When those long, slender fingers began rubbing the tip, a powerful wave of pleasure surged through him. He could feel the climax approaching. Even his stomach muscles ached from the tension. He felt like he could cum any second.

“Hnnngh… Haah! I, I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Just hold on a bit. Let’s finish together.”

“Fuck, how am I supposed to–hnn… What, what are you doing?!”

Lestel had covered the slit at the tip of Sharhan’s cock with his thumb.

“I’ll let go when I cum.”

“You’re insane… haah!”

“Honey, if you want me to cum quickly, move your hand dirtier. Why are you acting like a damn virgin?”

Because he is a damn virgin!

Sharhan glared at the annoyingly smug Lestel and resumed moving his hand. Lestel’s green eyes, clouded with pleasure, peeked out under his fluttering lashes as he exhaled heavily through parted lips. Seeing that sent a jolt through Sharhan’s thighs and pushed his arousal even higher.

‘Fuck, why does Lestel of all people have to look so fucking sexy?!’

Cursing himself, Sharhan still continued to stroke Lestel’s cock, wrapping his hand around the thick shaft and pumping. He scratched lightly at the head with his fingernails. When he started moving faster, like he did when masturbating, slapping sounds echoed through the room, it sounded filthy and obscene.

Sharhan didn’t even masturbate that often, so truthfully, his technique was far from skillful. Even so, Lestel was so aroused he panted hot breaths. The veins bulging along his shaft throbbed even harder, signaling he was close.

Even while focused on Lestel, Sharhan’s own excitement didn’t cool. In fact, the hot air Lestel exhaled on his skin only heightened it, making his stomach clench and thigh muscles twitch.

“Honey, say my name.”

Lestel whispered as he nipped at Sharhan’s jaw.

“Lestel.”

The moment Sharhan rasped out his name in a hoarse voice, Lestel finally lifted his thumb from the tip, and they both climaxed together. Their cum spilled from their hands, still tightly gripping each other’s cocks.

“Haah…”

Panting, Sharhan flinched as he felt the sticky fluid drip onto the back of his hand. The dusty room was now filled with the pungent, musky scent of sex.

Sharhan picked up the pants that had been completely discarded and had fallen off the bed, rummaging through the pocket for a handkerchief.

“Wipe up too.”

After wiping his own hands first, Sharhan handed it over. Lestel just stared at the semen that coated his own hand, Sharhan’s cum.

“…Honey, even your cum looks sexy. It smells divine too.”