SWY 75

If he followed his heart, he wanted to say, “If you can do it, why couldn’t I?” and demand that Lestel offer up his ass right now. But he couldn’t quite summon the courage. Doing something like licking someone’s rear without hesitation, that was something only a madman like Lestel could pull off.

‘That lunatic, wasn’t he even grossed out?’

Sharhan had never once imagined in his life that someone would lick his ass, and even now, his toes were trembling. Meanwhile, Lestel looked completely unfazed.

‘Has he done it so often he’s gotten used to it?’

If it had been more than a few times, maybe it wouldn’t feel like a big deal anymore. Sharhan glared at Lestel, breathing heavily. That relaxed, smug expression of his, like he could offer up his ass anytime if Sharhan wanted it, was irritating.

For someone, it was their first time, and they were about to pass out from the shock of having their ass licked, but for someone else, it was so routine they stayed calm? A surge of anger welled up. He even considered saying, “Forget it, I’m not having sex with you after all.” But… he didn’t want that either.

‘Do I… want to do it with Lestel?’

Thinking it will happen and wanting it to happen were two different things. Sharhan scratched the back of his neck. The fact that he hadn’t kicked Lestel away even after being licked back there, the fact that he was still like this, meant… maybe he really did want to do it with that infuriating bastard.

If it had been anyone else, he’d have beaten them half to death just for touching his ass, hell, just for pretending to reach for it.

But then again, if he didn’t want to, his cock wouldn’t have been popping up every other moment in front of Lestel.

Lestel, watching Sharhan lost in thought, lifted the corners of his mouth and provoked him again.

“You can’t do it, right? That’s why you should take it today.”

“Wh-who says I can’t?”

“Then you can? Want me to offer it up for you?”

“…”

Sharhan let out ragged breaths, frustrated.

“Honey, I’m ready to take it anytime, just say the word. But it doesn’t seem like you’re ready to fuck me today… so I’ll have to do it.”

Still insufferable to the end, Lestel turned Sharhan’s body and laid him down face-first in the tub, then grabbed his left buttock and spread it wide. The entrance, already thoroughly licked and soaked, was now exposed.

Lestel stared at it for a long moment. Even the color of Sharhan’s hole was pale. On his fair, white skin, the only parts with dark tones were his hair and pubes. The way that lightly-colored cock hung beneath a nest of jet-black hair looked incredibly lewd.

Sharhan’s cock wasn’t just perfectly shaped and colored, it was the ideal size too. It was straight, without a single curve, and large enough to feel satisfying and weighty in hand.

But what truly got Lestel fired up was the hidden entrance nestled between Sharhan’s buttocks. The more he stared, the more obscene it looked, especially as it twitched with what seemed like embarrassment. Its flushed hue was mouthwatering. Lestel unconsciously licked his dry lips.

“W-what are you staring at?!”

Unable to hold back his shame, Sharhan snapped.

“It’s about to take me in. I should get a good look.”

When Lestel’s index finger brushed the wrinkles, Sharhan’s back twitched. Lestel, running his fingers over the now more pronounced, moistened entrance, suddenly pressed in. Sharhan jerked with a sharp sting and let out a moan as Lestel’s finger slipped inside.

He thought it would go in all the way at once, but Sharhan’s inside was even tighter than expected. He could barely get two knuckles in. The pressure was so strong, it felt like his finger might snap off.

Lestel trembled as if electrified. Just imagining what it would be like if it were his cock instead of his finger made him feel like he could come on the spot. With a short exhale, he said,

“Honey, relax a little. My finger’s about to break.”

That tight, clinging pressure was great, but he needed him to loosen up a little to go deeper.

“H-how the hell am I supposed to do that?!”

“I thought this wasn’t your first time. Don’t you know how?”

Lestel gently stroked Sharhan’s side, trying to soothe him. Sharhan’s earlobe, flushed red from his ragged breathing, made Lestel want to touch it. Just then, the intense clench around his finger eased slightly. Not missing the moment, Lestel pushed his finger in all the way.

“Th-there, okay?!”

“It’s in, yeah… but, haah, I don’t like what that implies.”

If Sharhan knew how to relax like that, it meant he’d done it before. Lestel fought down the jealous rage rising in his chest. It wasn’t Sharhan’s fault, he hadn’t known Lestel’s feelings back then, and they’d been apart for three years. Still, the thought soured his mood. He was just about to twist his finger in deeper when–

“What do you want from me?! You tell me to relax, and I swallow my fucking pride and do it… goddamn moody bastard. Fucking lunatic. Slut. This position’s humiliating as hell.”

Sharhan grumbled loud enough for Lestel to hear. It was clear he hated being bent over like this in the tight tub with his ass exposed. Yet he didn’t try to change position or say he couldn’t go on. That made him unbearably lovable.

Feeling a tight ache in his chest, Lestel gently bit Sharhan’s shoulder blade, then explored his inner walls with his finger. The smooth texture, the way the muscles contracted and clung to him, every bit of it made his jealousy melt away. Now was the time to focus solely on Sharhan’s body, finally within reach.

Calming his growing impatience, Lestel slowly worked on loosening Sharhan’s tight entrance. It was dry and tight, instinctively clenching to push him out. But with gentle rubbing and coaxing, he slipped his fingers in one by one.

At first, even a single finger was a struggle. But with each soothing motion, Sharhan gradually opened up. By the time Lestel could move three fingers together, they were both worn out.

“Ha, haaah… This is exhausting. Either do it already or give up.”

Sharhan’s back, out of the water for a long while, had dried, only to be coated in sweat. His hands and feet, submerged, were wrinkled, and his muscles ached from being bent over for so long.

But the most uncomfortable part was, of course, his ass. The foreign sensation from Lestel’s fingers moving nonstop inside him felt weird and invasive. As the number of fingers increased, the stretching sensation became even stranger, making his head feel hot.

It didn’t feel like the kind of pleasure he’d felt when Lestel had sucked his cock or licked his ass. It was tiring, uncomfortable, unfamiliar, just a dull, deep sensation in his lower belly.

“Honey, do you want me to put it in now?”

“Haa… If you don’t put it in right now, I’m not doing this. So hurry up!”

Sharhan’s voice came out sharp from exhaustion and irritation. In his head, he wondered, What’s so great about this anyway? He’d never done it, but he’d seen it before, and every bottom always seemed to scream about how good it was. The tops, going at it like animals, were even more enthusiastic.

He used to think, Is it really that good? But now he wondered if it had all been fake. Just the prep was this painful and awkward. There was no way the real thing, something way bigger than fingers could possibly feel good.

He just wanted it over with already. Then suddenly, he flinched. Something blunt and round touched his entrance. He didn’t need to look, he knew. It was Lestel’s tip.

‘He’s putting it in now–w-wait!’

For a moment, he’d actually felt relieved, thinking it might be better to get it over with quickly. But then he remembered Lestel’s size. His body went stiff. How had he forgotten something like that? It was practically a weapon.

He gulped and looked back. Sure enough, Lestel’s cock looked terrifying. It had been hard for a while, so its color was darker than usual, and the veins crisscrossing the swollen head looked like tangled webs.

And that wide, flared mushroom cap… could he really take that inside him and survive? Three fingers had been a struggle, but Lestel’s cock was on a whole different scale.

Maybe they should stop now. Maybe he should’ve just said yes earlier and let Lestel lick him again instead.

Sharhan swallowed hard and lifted his head. He saw Lestel’s face, flushed and breathless. It was completely consumed with lust, for him. Those green eyes were filled with fevered desire, as if he’d die if they didn’t become one right now.

Sharhan stopped breathing. It felt so strange. Seeing Lestel panting like that, looking at him with such longing… his heart ached sweetly. The sweat-drenched hair, the eyes darkened with desire, all scrambled Sharhan’s emotions.

It wasn’t even the first time he’d seen that look on Lestel’s face, but somehow his chest tightened and his belly tingled. The cock that had half-sagged during prep now thickened again. A weird, unnameable feeling took over.

How could he even describe this? It felt like he was about to burst, like he loved Lestel so much it hurt, like he wanted to give him everything.

What touched Sharhan most was the desperation in Lestel’s face. Realizing just how much Lestel wanted him, that melted all the stiffness in his body.

In the end, Sharhan swallowed down the refusal that had risen to his throat. Lestel had even gone so far as to lick him. He’d taken time to stretch him, finger by finger. Maybe even a cock that size could go in now.

And if it’s that much bigger than fingers, maybe it would just feel a little more uncomfortable or awkward. That’s all.

“I’m putting it in now, so don’t tense up. I stretched you as much as I could, but my cock’s big, you might get hurt.”

“Just hurry up already.”

“So impatient.”

Lestel chuckled briefly, stroked Sharhan’s back, and carefully began to push inside.