SWY 88

“Because your insides taste amazing.”

“Shut up, you lunatic, don’t say shit like–hah!”

“Your insides are so soft, but that filthy mouth of yours just makes me even more turned on.”

“Cut the crap and j-just pull out first!”

“Why? Can’t go another round? Don’t tell me you’re out of stamina?”

Licking Sharhan’s earlobe as he spoke, it was clearly a provocation. And even though he knew that, Sharhan couldn’t back down from Lestel. It was carved into his instincts, losing to him was unacceptable.

“Hah, you think I’m low on stamina? Be serious. I could have sex dozens of times and not even get tired. Who was it again that collapsed after just one round yesterday?”

Sharhan scoffed with a cocky sneer.

“I was taking it easy on you because you were struggling. Honey, are you sure you won’t regret provoking me like this and end up crying later?”

“You’re the one who’ll be crying, whining that you can’t keep fucking. You’ve always been kind of low on endurance.”

“Honey, I told you not to slander me. I could go all month without a break. And ‘fucking’? Your mouth is so crude… it turns me on.”

“Wha–ah, haht! Ngh…”

While they bickered, Lestel’s cock, now fully hard again, scraped against Sharhan’s inner walls. A rough, tearing wave of pleasure surged up through him, making him moan.

Still reeling from the last orgasm, Sharhan felt pleasure spike again far too quickly, so much so that it almost felt violent. That was why his moan came out sounding like a pained groan.

He wanted to say, Let’s take a breath before going again, but swallowed the words. The way Lestel looked right now, crazed like it was his first time, he wouldn’t listen. And Sharhan’s pride wouldn’t allow him to admit weakness anyway.

Without showing a trace of discomfort, Sharhan clenched his abdomen in challenge. He tensed his hips and thighs too, squeezing around the cock inside him.

“Kgh…”

Lestel let out a short groan and suddenly pulled out. He licked the bridge of Sharhan’s nose, then flipped him over. Lifting Sharhan’s hips, he spread his plump ass wide to reveal the flushed entrance, stretched red from taking him.

Lestel licked his lower lip, then rubbed his thumb over Sharhan’s hole. The way it twitched, as if already used to being taken, was so lewd he could hardly stand it.

He pushed his thumb inside and stirred a few times, then slid his gleaming cock back in. This time, he moved slowly. He thrust in and pulled out at a crawl, savoring the way the soft walls clung tightly to his tip, as if sucking him in.

“Hff, hngh… Why are you moving so slow?”

Despite Sharhan’s impatient whine, Lestel kept moving even slower for a while. He twisted his cock inside Sharhan and bent forward.

“Moving slowly like this lets me see your hole swallowing my cock in real time. It’s filthy, watching it squelch and twitch.”

“Y, you sick bastard! And you’re calling me vulgar–hah, you’ve got the dirtiest mouth of all… ngh!”

“And you love it, don’t you?”

Sharhan answered by clenching his ass again. His inner walls tightened hard around Lestel’s cock, and that was it, Lestel lost control and started thrusting hard again. He grabbed Sharhan’s hips, spread them wide, and slammed into him, pulling out and ramming back in over and over.

“Ah, haa!”

The pleasure, which had cooled slightly, roared back to the surface in an instant. Sharhan moaned, overwhelmed by the sharp mix of pain and ecstasy, as if his guts were being turned inside out.

Every time Lestel’s cock slammed in with a thud, Sharhan’s whole body jolted. That thick tip jabbed every which way against his inner walls. At this point, it felt like no matter where Lestel thrust, it would hit a sweet spot. His climax was fast approaching.

“Ah, hngh! Haaah!”

When the slick head of Lestel’s cock pushed deep and ground against his insides, Sharhan shuddered violently and came first. Lestel kept thrusting a few more times, then finally released, unable to hold back any longer. With a rush, another thick load of semen gushed out inside Sharhan.

“Ha…”

Lestel didn’t move, holding Sharhan’s hips steady so he wouldn’t collapse. He liked the way the soaked, clenching walls gripped his cock.

“Take it out already.”

“Just a bit more.”

“It’s uncomfortable, crazy bastard, pull it out already!”

Annoyed at being stuck with his ass in the air, Sharhan grumbled. Lestel reluctantly pulled out, and a trail of semen followed. He leaned in and licked Sharhan’s trembling shoulder.

“We’re doing it again, right?”

There was not a hint of fatigue in his voice. His cock, still rock hard and pressing against Sharhan’s perineum, looked no different than it had at the start. Sharhan groaned, feeling his own body heating up again too.

***

‘I never should’ve slept with Lestel in the first place.’

That was the first thought in Sharhan’s mind when a sharp jolt of pain woke him as he tried to shift positions. Of course, regrets always came too late, there was no undoing it now.

If he’d known Lestel was a total sex maniac, he would’ve drawn the line.

Last night, Lestel had come three times and still insisted he had stamina to spare. As a result, what started after dinner continued deep into the night and all the way into dawn. If they hadn’t needed to get up early, they might still be at it now.

‘He stopped after just one round the day before yesterday… was that him playing coy, worried I might say I’d never do it again?’

If anyone was sneaky enough to pull something like that, it was Lestel. The thought sparked a fresh wave of annoyance, and Sharhan tried to kick him with his heel, only to groan as another jolt of pain ripped through him.

“Ahk!”

“Honey, why are you wriggling around and hurting yourself all alone?”

Lestel, who had fallen asleep holding Sharhan from behind, asked with a voice full of amusement. From how clear he sounded, it was obvious he hadn’t just woken up.

He must’ve been awake for a while, pretending to sleep while watching Sharhan with that sly look in his eyes.

“My back hurts.”

“From just that?”

“Just? You really say whatever you want just because you’ve got a mouth. Do you even realize how many times you pounced on me yesterday?”

Sharhan glared at Lestel, who was spouting nonsense again.

“It was only four times.”

“Only? I thought my back was going to snap.”

“I barely even got halfway through because you were moaning so much. Shan, have you only been with guys who can’t last? If you wanna keep up with me, you need to build some stamina.”

Lestel bit Sharhan’s shoulder and kept running his mouth. Sharhan struggled to push him off, annoyed that he was still clinging.

“Stop talking nonsense and get up.”

“I don’t wanna let go yet. Just a little longer like this.”

Instead of pulling away, Lestel snuggled up even closer. His morning wood, thick and heavy, was rubbing against Sharhan’s thigh. Sharhan’s mouth went dry for no reason, and he instinctively tensed his hips and shifted slightly forward, then spoke to Lestel, who kept trying to cling to him.

“Why do you keep getting all clingy lately? If we’re going to kill that bastard Delos and leave, we have to hurry.”

“If we’d just killed that bastard at the mansion, I could’ve stayed in bed with you longer.”

Lestel ground his teeth as he reluctantly pulled away. Sharhan took the chance to quickly slip out of bed, only to stumble. His back ached, and between his legs burned like it had been torn open. It still felt like Lestel’s cock was inside him.

‘Next time, we need to take it easier…’

As the pain that pierced through his body started to subside, he was able to move again. It was all thanks to Sharhan’s strong physical condition.

‘Wait… did I just think “next time”?’

He let out a dry laugh at himself for casually assuming there’d be a next time.

“Honey, so when’s next time…?”

“I’m turning you down for the foreseeable future.”

“Why?”

“If you’d ever had someone fuck you the way you fucked me, you wouldn’t even ask that.”

Sharhan narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms, and glared at Lestel. His gaze practically said, ‘Want to try being on the bottom for once?’ and Lestel quickly looked away.

So much for offering to switch roles, he’d clearly changed his mind. Sharhan almost retorted, ‘Then next time, you’re on the bottom!’, but held back.

“Then when? Two days from now? Three?”

“To you, ‘foreseeable future’ means two or three days? We were able to do it here because it’s safe and we have water. But who knows where we’ll be in three days? And what about Derry? I don’t have some lowbrow kink for putting on a sex show in front of other people.”

Only then did Lestel remember Derry’s presence, and the ruined state of the world. His expression darkened.

“Damn, even sleeping with you is a challenge. I just want to get to Serman already so I can roll around with you day and night.”

Sharhan left Lestel to his foolish dreaming and quickly got dressed. Then he tossed Lestel his clothes, telling him to get dressed too. Just as Lestel finished pulling them on, a knock came at the door.

When they opened it, they saw Simon standing there, his face pale and drawn.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes.”

“A messenger from Yuel has arrived. They say Delos has three companions with him. They’re waiting outside.”

“We’ll get ready and head out right away.”

Sharhan and Lestel quickly packed and stepped outside. It was still early, the sky just beginning to lighten, and the mansion was quiet.

“Did you sleep well?”

Derry was already up, greeting them with a sleepy face.

“Y, yeah. I slept well. What about you?”

In truth, Sharhan had barely gotten an hour or two of sleep, he’d spent the rest of the time tangled up with Lestel. There was no way Derry could know that, but for some reason, Sharhan still felt awkward as he stammered.

“I slept fine too. Everyone here’s really nice. But, Lord Sharhan, you look a little tired–”

Just then, Lestel stepped out from the bedroom and, seeing Simon’s face, furrowed his brow.

“Simon, why do you look so pale?”

“I must be tired from staying up getting everything ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“You said we’d be leaving immediately. I gathered supplies and items that might be useful to you. Don’t forget the relics, they’ll be essential on the way to Serman.”

Simon handed over a bag he’d carefully prepared overnight.