SWY Side Story 5

“Ah!”

A gasp escaped Sharhan. It had only grazed him for a moment, but his skin, made hypersensitive as if a layer had been peeled away, reacted. Sharhan’s body trembled like he had climaxed, his lower lip caught between his teeth. With their chests and backs pressed together, the tremor naturally passed to Lestel as well. Lestel, who had been barely holding back with every ounce of self-control, now had eyes tinged red.

Muttering a low curse, Lestel was the first to surrender. The plan to tease Sharhan into giving in had been completely tossed aside. Any man who could hear such an erotic moan from his flushed lover and still resist wasn’t a man at all. Rational thought vanished in an instant, leaving behind only a burning desire to take Sharhan right then and there.

“Shan, forget trust or whatever. Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore. I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t do it.”

“Wha…”

The question caught in Sharhan’s throat before it could be spoken. Lestel grabbed his hips, pressing his hardened cock tightly against him as if he were about to thrust in. Feeling the familiar heat and texture, Sharhan’s entrance twitched open. He gritted his teeth, barely holding in another moan.

“My cock feels like it’s going to burst. Can you feel it?”

Lestel whispered while licking Sharhan’s earlobe. He slipped one arm under his armpit and reached forward, fingers playing with his stiff, pointed nipples. Twisting them between thumb and forefinger, then tugging hard, sent electric jolts through Sharhan’s body.

“Hnn…”

“I want to be inside you. Now.”

“I, I… haah… Let’s get out.”

Pride meant nothing anymore. Sharhan couldn’t hold back either. They weren’t rivals anymore, so what did winning or losing matter? He just wanted to be joined with Lestel. Even the thought that he might not be able to move tomorrow was shoved far away.

‘It’ll work out somehow.’

He’d managed to move even with injuries. What were a few aftereffects from sex? But the bathtub was too small to do it there. The cramped position would be uncomfortable, and even if he managed to get it in, moving would be a problem.

With a long exhale, Sharhan was the first to rise and step out of the tub. His lower body ached, making it hard to walk, so his steps were awkward and slow. Then he was suddenly pulled back. Lestel had come out in a hurry and grabbed Sharhan’s waist, yanking him into a firm embrace and immediately pressing their lips together.

“Mm…”

A slick tongue slid into his mouth. Maybe because he’d been holding back for so long, Lestel’s tongue was hotter and wetter than usual. Tilting his head slightly, Sharhan let it delve deeper.

They moved while kissing. Their pace slowed as they focused on each other, which seemed to frustrate Lestel. He grabbed Sharhan’s thighs and lifted him. With his feet dangling, Sharhan pulled back from the kiss in surprise.

“What are you doing…?”

“Shan, wrap your legs around my waist.”

“I can just walk…”

“Hurry!”

The bedroom wasn’t far, so walking would’ve been quicker, but Lestel was insistent. Sharhan had no choice but to lift his legs and hook them around his waist, his arms wrapping around Lestel’s neck.

It felt strange. He hadn’t been carried like this since he was very small, and it was awkward.

“Am I not heavy?”

“Not at all. You’re so light it makes my heart ache.”

“Don’t exaggerate.”

Sharhan’s eyes curved like crescents as he spoke, clearly smiling. He wasn’t exactly light, what with his height and muscle, but Lestel carried him without effort, making him feel safe.

“I’m not exaggerating. You see me walking with you just fine, right? I could probably do it while inside you like this. Should we try?”

At the very real threat of penetration, Sharhan smacked Lestel’s shoulder lightly with a fist.

“Just walk. I’m in a hurry.”

“I’m in more of a hurry. Do you know how long I’ve been holding back?”

“Then why’d you hold back in the first place?”

“I wanted to rebuild a little trust.”

Sharhan burst out laughing and tightened his thighs around Lestel’s waist. That small action made Lestel’s steps quicken. He strode into the bedroom in long strides and practically tossed Sharhan onto the bed. Dust scattered into the air, but the desperate lust between them was unaffected.

With a sharp breath, Lestel moved quickly to grab his bag and pulled out a bottle of oil.

“You brought that?”

“Without it, it’s harder for you, right?”

He opened the cap and poured a generous amount into his hand. A faint floral scent filled the room. Watching Lestel’s oil-slick hands reach behind him, Sharhan let out a hollow laugh.

“And you said something about rebuilding trust. You planned this from the start.”

He scolded him, but still spread his legs wider to make it easier for Lestel. Lestel caressed his thigh as if pleased, then slid his hand inward.

“If you’d kept refusing, I wouldn’t have done anything.”

“Can I even believe that? Mm…”

Lestel started with one finger, moving it a few times before adding another. Sharhan, already aroused, took them in more easily than usual.

With his other hand, Lestel toyed with Sharhan’s nipple while stretching him. His entrance clenched and opened with each motion, then gradually relaxed.

“Honestly, I don’t believe myself either. I feel like I can’t live without being inside you every day.”

“Ah… ahhn…”

Sharhan’s body soon accepted three fingers. Lestel pushed them in deep, then pulled them out. The once-cold oil warmed with Sharhan’s body heat, filling the room with a richer scent.

He spread his fingers inside and poured more oil in. Sharhan flinched at the sensation of something cold and slippery filling him, his hips lifting in response.

“Shan, I love you. I want to be connected with you all day. Sometimes I even wish I could stay buried in you and move as one.”

“You… crazy… bastard.”

Sharhan glared at him through moans.

“Your glare is so sexy, honey.”

“Just put it in already. Your cock looks dangerous.”

Perhaps because he’d held back so long, Lestel’s shaft had darkened, the veins stark against the skin.

“I’m putting it in now.”

He couldn’t hold back even a second longer. Gripping his cock, he pressed it against Sharhan’s slick entrance. Then he pushed in all at once. With a wet, forceful sound, he buried himself deep inside.

“Aaah!”

Sharhan instinctively grabbed Lestel’s arm and threw his head back. No matter how many times they did it, the first moment of that thick, hot intrusion spreading him wide never felt any less intense.

“Shan, breathe slowly.”

Sharhan nodded and inhaled and exhaled. He knew the pain would soon turn into pleasure.

“Ah… haah…”

Lestel caressed the bulge in Sharhan’s belly where his cock was buried, breathing heavily. Though Sharhan’s expression was still pained, his insides clung to Lestel tightly, as if pulling him deeper. The overwhelming pleasure made Lestel’s arms tremble. His need to climax surged.

“Shan, I’m going to move.”

“W-wait…”

“Sorry. I can’t. Shit, it feels too good. The way your hole squeezes around me… fuck… it’s incredible.”

He grabbed Sharhan’s hips and began moving. Pulling back slowly, he thrust in hard. Their joining quickly turned hot and messy, wet sounds echoing with each movement.

“Ah, ahhn… hnn… L-Lestel.”

“Shan, I love you. I really love you.”

“M-me too… love… hnn!”

Lestel lowered himself, pressing against Sharhan’s chest as he continued thrusting. Sharhan lifted his legs and wrapped them around his waist. Each movement pushed deeper, nudging his insides. Though his chest was crushed and his breathing shallow, he clung to Lestel with all his strength.

Suddenly, Lestel grabbed Sharhan’s buttocks and lifted him. His hips were suspended midair, making the thrusts even deeper.

“Ahh! It’s too deep.”

“And you love it, right?”

“Haah… y-yeah.”

It was almost too much, but it felt too good to resist. As Lestel thrust in deep, the sharp pleasure that stabbed through his core made Sharhan shiver.

“Shan, I’m going to come. Don’t blame me for being quick, I held back in the bathroom.”

“M-me too…”

Maybe it was because they’d wasted time wrestling over pride, but Lestel’s climax came fast. Normally, he’d take so long Sharhan would curse him internally. But now, Sharhan was already coming, semen leaking out of his cock like a stream.

Panting hard, Lestel poured himself into Sharhan, the tight heat making it impossible to stop.