SWY Side Story 6

“Haah…”

Sharhan let out a breath, feeling the wetness spreading inside him. Lestel’s semen had soaked his insides and was now slowly trickling down along his inner walls. Even though Lestel was still firmly buried inside him, leaving almost no space, the sensation of droplets slipping out one by one felt strange.

“Aren’t you pulling out?”

Still holding Lestel tightly and savoring the lingering sensation, Sharhan lowered his legs and asked.

“Just a bit longer. It still feels so good inside you.”

Even though Lestel’s shaft had slightly softened after release, Sharhan’s inner walls remained snug, contracting around it. As Sharhan squirmed uncomfortably, Lestel bit down on his shoulder.

“Stop wriggling. You’re too cute when you do that.”

“Cute… Do you really think that word suits me?”

“I do.”

Sharhan gave Lestel a look like he was out of his mind. Sometimes, Lestel really did seem unhinged. Maybe love had changed him, or maybe he’d always been like this and just hid it well. If it was the latter, then it was fine. If it was the former, Sharhan figured he had to be the one to stay sane.

‘I have to keep my head on straight.’

He couldn’t afford to lose it just because he was in love. He didn’t want to become someone who looked at a tall, muscular man as if he were a small, fluffy animal. At least one of them needed to stay rational.

While Sharhan was trying to keep his guard up, Lestel began hardening again.

“Les… ah!”

Sharhan’s thighs tensed as he felt his entrance stretching again, catching him completely off guard. Lestel ran his hands over Sharhan’s hips and slender waist without stopping. Sharhan’s skin was unbelievably soft and smooth, not something you’d expect from a man in his twenties, making it hard to stop touching once you started.

His insides were the same. That sticky, smooth texture that clung tightly and moved with each thrust made Lestel feel like his entire skeleton might melt from the pleasure.

“Haah, Shan. Just one more time. We can, right?”

Lestel rubbed his nose against Sharhan’s, whining like a spoiled child. Their mingled breath turned hot again, like rising steam.

“You’re only going to go once… mm… and stop?”

“I’ll try.”

Lestel, who had never once stopped at just one round, didn’t give a definite answer. Sharhan glanced down disapprovingly at Lestel, who was now sucking on his nipple, and bucked his hips. That teasing mouth brought a sharp jolt of pleasure.

Lestel sucked hard, sometimes biting, then licked around the areola and sucked again. It made Sharhan feel like his nipple might be torn off, a sensation that sent jolts all the way to the back of his head.

Sharhan lifted his previously limp legs and wrapped them again around Lestel’s waist, tilting his head back slightly. His nipples had already been a little swollen, and tomorrow he probably wouldn’t even be able to wear clothes comfortably. Still, he didn’t feel like pushing Lestel away.

‘I’m the problem here.’

Sharhan sighed internally. He had always thought Lestel’s endless libido was the issue, but now he saw it differently. The real problem was himself, for giving in so easily. Even though Lestel clung relentlessly, if Sharhan had truly put his foot down, he probably would have stopped, disappointed but respectful. But Sharhan didn’t hate the way Lestel kept pushing inside him, and he didn’t want to see him disappointed either.

‘I’ve got enough stamina. One more time won’t kill me, right?’

Because of that not-so-firm resistance, what happened at dawn earlier repeated itself. Even now, the memory of sobbing and begging him to stop was embarrassing, but in a way, it made Sharhan proud. It meant Lestel really did want him, love him deeply.

‘Yeah, I’m definitely the problem.’

Just as he was quietly blaming himself, Lestel interrupted.

“What are you thinking about?”

Noticing Sharhan was distracted, Lestel bit his jaw and asked. Maybe he was annoyed that Sharhan wasn’t fully focused during sex, because the bite actually hurt.

“It hurts.”

“It was supposed to hurt. So, what were you thinking?”

Sharhan glanced at the annoyed curve of Lestel’s brow and gave a small smile.

“I was thinking… I like you more than I thought.”

“…What?”

“You didn’t hear me?”

“No, I did… I did, but…”

It wasn’t the first time Sharhan had said something like that, but Lestel reacted as if it were a first confession. Sharhan pulled his dazed face close and kissed him lightly.

Their lips touched and parted with a soft sound, and a thin strand of saliva clung between them. Somehow, it felt like that thread was a sign of the bond tying them together.

“I love you, Sharhan Kaios.”

Sharhan smiled and nodded. Normally, hearing even the nicest words too many times could become boring, but for some reason, whenever Lestel said he loved him, it never got old. It filled his chest with warmth and happiness. It gave him a strange sense of peace, like a plant rooted deep in rich soil, swaying gently in the sun and wind.

For Sharhan, Lestel was the ground, the sun, and the wind. Rather than say all of that out loud, he tightened his legs around Lestel’s waist, pulling him in deeper. His body tensed, and his inner walls clenched around Lestel’s shaft. The pressure made a vein on Lestel’s temple bulge.

“Wait, why is it getting even bigger…”

Lestel’s cock, already fully erect, suddenly thickened further. Surprised, he gripped Sharhan’s hips tightly.

“You’re the one who provoked me. Shan, hold on tight with your legs.”

“Huh?”

“So you don’t fall.”

“Les…”

Sharhan couldn’t finish saying his name. Lestel suddenly pulled out, only to thrust back in roughly. With a sharp smack, Sharhan’s body slid up and bumped into the wall with the back of his head.

“Ah! Lestel, too fast, too rough… hnnngh!”

Pulling Sharhan back down by the hips, Lestel pounded into him like a man completely out of his mind. The lewd squelching at their joining was constant and obscene. Their body temperatures had risen so high it felt like every pore was open, both of them dripping with sweat. Even Lestel’s grip on Sharhan’s hips was starting to slip.

Clicking his tongue, Lestel let go of his hips and grabbed his butt instead. The firm muscle, with just the right amount of flesh, molded perfectly in his hands. Lifting Sharhan’s hips, Lestel continued his rough, deep thrusts.

“Ahh, hnnngh… too deep… hnn…”

Every time Lestel pulled out and slammed back in, it went deeper. Their sex was never shallow, always intense, but this time was overwhelming.

Sharhan trembled all over, his hand groping his stomach. It felt like Lestel had reached halfway between his belly button and chest. He almost feared the cock might reach his throat. His entrance was stretched to its limit, and his stomach churned like his insides were being stirred. Tears slid from the corners of his eyes, and Lestel licked them up without ever stopping.

“Hnnnngh, haah!”

The pleasure beyond his limit was like violence. Sharhan’s fingernails dug into Lestel’s back and dragged down, leaving scratch marks. Lestel winced at the sting, but his expression quickly turned blissful again. Drunk on the sensation, he focused entirely on ramming into Sharhan’s clenching walls.

“Shan, do you know how filthy your face looks right now?”

Beneath him, Sharhan moaned with flushed eyes, his expression dazed with pleasure. It was intensely erotic.

“Haah… and you think you look any different?”

Lestel only laughed and drove in deep again. Sharhan’s soft inner walls, already tender from the friction, spread wide with each thrust, then clung tight again.

The once-cold, dusty bedroom now overflowed with their rough breathing, wet sounds, and gasping moans. With reason completely gone, the scene resembled beasts in heat more than two people. Yet it wasn’t repulsive. If anything, it made Sharhan crave a deeper connection.

“Ahhh! Lestel… more… hnnn… it feels so good.”

Sharhan raised his hips to take Lestel in deeper, his waist trembling. Lestel didn’t hold back. Slamming his cock all the way in, balls and all, he buried himself fully. Sharhan’s body shuddered, and a flood of semen spilled from the tip of his cock. Lestel climaxed at almost the same time.

They held each other tightly, catching their breath. Their bodies were sticky with the mess they’d made, and the sharp scent of sex lingered in the air. Sharhan stroked Lestel’s sweaty back, silently relieved that the owner of the house would never return to find strangers had so thoroughly desecrated their bed.

Then Lestel’s shameless voice broke the silence.

“Honey, we can go one more round, right?”

Sharhan’s brow twitched.