SWY 74

Lestel reached forward and wrapped his hand around Sharhan’s cock. Maybe because it was already the third time, it didn’t feel as embarrassing as it had the first time. Still, having his bare legs spread open like this wasn’t exactly shame-free, and his face quickly flushed red.

Sharhan leaned back completely against Lestel’s chest, trying to focus on the pleasure rising between his thighs.

“Ha, haah…”

Lestel stimulated Sharhan’s cock while biting down on his earlobe or sometimes wrapping his tongue around it and sucking. He stroked the shaft, pressed his nail firmly into the slit of the tip. Clear liquid oozed out from the opening, and Sharhan’s cock grew even harder.

A moan slipped through Sharhan’s throat. His legs, spread without him realizing, tensed with strain. As expected, his glutes clenched tightly, the rigid muscles twitching and pressing against Lestel’s cock. Lestel struggled to hold back the urge to bury himself between those cheeks and kept moving his hand.

“Ah, aaah!”

“Honey, your cock’s color is kinda like your nipples.”

Still fondling Sharhan’s cock, Lestel tried to draw out even stronger pleasure.

“S-stop saying shit like that.”

“Why? Are you embarrassed? Or are you getting even more turned on?”

“…”

“It’s the second one, isn’t it? You said you get more turned on the filthier it gets during sex.”

Lestel’s amused voice tickled his ear. Sharhan didn’t answer again, but honestly, those crude, vulgar things Lestel kept saying only stoked the arousal already burning inside him.

“The light color’s pretty, and sexy. I like that it fits nicely in my hand too. Not as big as mine though.”

“That last part… haah… take it back!”

“Honey, you should learn to accept the truth.”

Even now, Lestel didn’t forget to tease him. But his hand moved with steady precision, coaxing Sharhan toward climax. He stroked the shaft with his large hand, then began to stimulate the round testicles pressed tight beneath. He squeezed them as if about to burst them, then opened his grip and gently scratched the surface with his thumb. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Sharhan convulsed.

“Ha, haaah! Aaah!”

“Your shaft’s so hard, but these are soft. It feels nice.”

Lestel squeezed Sharhan’s balls like a pair of round toys, then let go.

“Haah. Aaah!”

Every time Sharhan’s hips jerked with the intense pleasure, the water rippled around them. A good amount spilled out of the tub.

The air was cold from the lack of heating, and the water was icy, but the heat between them left neither of them shivering. If anything, the rising arousal made their skin sweat.

“Shan, does it feel good?”

While one hand stimulated his cock, Lestel used the other to toy with his nipples. He pressed one gently with his thumb, rolled it between his fingers, flicked it with his fingertip. The little buds, squishy at first, gradually stiffened under the stimulation, which made them all the more adorable.

It was impossible, but it felt like a sweet scent was coming off of Sharhan’s skin. Lestel persistently teased his nipples, rubbing his nose against Sharhan’s skin.

“Mmh… Y-yeah, it feels good…”

Sharhan’s shaft bulged with veins as climax approached. Lestel quickened the pace. He stroked the shaft, rubbed the scrotum, and occasionally brushed the perineum, but the sensation-drenched Sharhan didn’t even notice.

Lestel’s touch grew bolder. Now he deliberately tickled the perineum with his nail, sometimes pressing down hard. Whenever Sharhan flinched, he would pretend nothing had happened and return to stroking his cock.

Sharhan trembled from the overwhelming pleasure. His cock, stiff and straight as though all the blood in his body had rushed to his groin, looked like it could burst at any moment.

More fluid streamed from the tip. His heart pounded as if sprinting, and his open legs trembled uncontrollably. He felt Lestel’s hand graze strange spots now and then, but his mind was too fogged with pleasure to protest.

“I-I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, honey.”

Lestel bit down on Sharhan’s shoulder as he spoke, scratching the slit of the tip with his fingernail. Hit with an intense wave of pleasure, Sharhan came hard, spurting a thick load.

The water between Sharhan’s legs turned cloudy. Embarrassed, he waved his hand and the rippling surface soon returned to its clear state.

“My turn now, right?”

Still breathless and leaning against the tub’s edge, unable to fully come down from the climax, Sharhan heard Lestel whisper in his ear. His voice was hoarse and lower than usual from arousal.

“Want me to touch y–wait, what are you doing?!”

He had a feeling they might go all the way today. He’d made up his mind not to refuse if it came to that, and that’s why he had let himself lean against Lestel’s chest. Maybe it was because he’d nearly lost Lestel once, or maybe part of him had been preparing for this all along. Either way, sex no longer felt unnatural. It just felt like the time had come.

But he hadn’t expected this.

He’d assumed that, like before, they’d first get each other off once more with their hands, then naturally move to penetration. Who would go in first, what they’d need to prepare, those were problems for later.

But Lestel’s actions went far beyond Sharhan’s expectations. He grabbed Sharhan’s limp body and lifted his hips, burying his face between his buttocks. As Sharhan’s torso was pushed forward, he grabbed the edge of the tub to stop himself from toppling, eyes wide in shock.

“L-L-Lestel!”

Sharhan called his name urgently, but Lestel didn’t respond. He grabbed Sharhan’s left cheek and spread it wide, then brought his tongue to the exposed hole.

The more Sharhan squirmed and tried to escape, the more stubbornly Lestel licked at the hole. A tidal wave of humiliation crashed over him. He’d never even imagined someone’s tongue would touch that place in his entire life, and his eyes grew hot.

“You crazy fuck! Get off! Fuck, I’ll fucking kill you–haah!”

Sharhan trembled all over, cursing that he’d kill Lestel, but a moan spilled out instead. No one was more shocked than Sharhan himself. Eyes wide, he stared in horror.

‘I-I moaned just now, didn’t I?’

For a moment, he froze in disbelief. But then Lestel, who had been licking the wrinkled entrance, extended his tongue and thrust it inside, making Sharhan’s vision blur.

It was humiliating, yet a strange ticklish pleasure ran down his spine. His cock was already hard again, standing tall and slapping against his belly. The fact that he was getting hard just from having his ass licked felt ridiculous.

Sharhan whimpered as tears welled in his eyes. When Lestel began caressing his perineum again, the muscles in his abdomen tensed. The rim of his hole twitched uncontrollably. Every time that wet tongue licked at his entrance, his thighs quivered.

The heat wrapping around his body was incomparable to anything he’d felt from cock stimulation. He couldn’t even tell anymore if it was shame or mind-numbing pleasure. He couldn’t keep still.

Sharhan curled his toes and scraped the tub floor. His fingers gripping the edge had turned bone-white. It felt like the tightness was rising from deep within his abdomen, even his guts.

“Ha, haaah. Aaah…”

Moans scraped out of his throat without warning. Lestel persistently stimulated Sharhan’s rear, licking until the entrance was wet, then poking inside with his tongue. He couldn’t go deep, but he had to soak the inner rim at least.

Whether from shame or pleasure, every time that tongue pressed inside, the inner walls contracted intensely. It was incredibly arousing. Sharhan had been hard for a while, so much it hurt. But they couldn’t rush.

‘First time or not, he needs to be loosened up enough.’

Of course, it wasn’t something Lestel had learned from experience, he’d studied in advance, all for the day he’d be able to sleep with Sharhan. Maybe his body was still inexperienced, but he prided himself on being well-informed.

He’d imagined it countless times, just so he wouldn’t be teased when the moment came. If imagination counted, Lestel figured he had more experience and skill than anyone.

‘Too bad there’s no oil.’

It would’ve been best to have some lube to wet the inside, but there was no way he could go rummaging around someone else’s mansion for it. If he even mentioned looking for oil, Sharhan would probably snap back to his senses and run.

Waiting until they returned to his own home wasn’t an option either. He couldn’t stand holding back anymore. He wanted to be with Sharhan now. Lestel’s patience only stretched as far as loosening him up first.

“Fuck, Lestel, you crazy bastard. Why the fuck are you–haah… fuck.”

Sharhan kept cursing. He was pissed off at Lestel for burying his face in his ass, and even more pissed at himself for moaning helplessly. When Lestel finally lifted his head, having thoroughly rimmed him, Sharhan whipped his head around and glared, eyes red.

“You lunatic!”

“If I don’t loosen you, I can’t go in. We don’t have oil, so I have to use spit.”

“Who said I was the one taking it?! You said you’d go first! Fuck, get your ass over here!”

“Want me to? But you know if I put it in right away, my poor innocent hole’s gonna tear, right? You’re gonna prep me first, right, honey?”

Spreading his legs wide, Lestel provocatively stroked his rock-hard cock as he said it.