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Chris’s expression stiffened.
Unable to turn his head, only his eyes rolled to the side.
Yuri savored the sight.
His blue eyes were reminiscent of the shadows cast by icebergs floating in regions of the Winter Continent too cold for human habitation.
Those blue eyes, which seemed as if they might chill to the touch like ice, were enough to draw gasps from onlookers.
Meanwhile, Chris kept glancing forward, checking his master’s reaction.
“Take it out.”
When Yuri flicked his finger, Chris laid out the case he had been carrying before him.
The dulled shine at the corners of the case suggested its owner had handled it quite frequently.
“Hmm.”
Yuri observed the case with interest before staring directly at Chris.
“…I didn’t steal it.”
Finally unable to withstand that gaze, Chris surrendered.
Yuri remained silent, already anticipating what would come next.
As if he wanted to hear Chris say it himself.
Half-resigned, Chris opened his mouth.
“When your cigars were being made, I requested an additional one.”
He spoke quickly. His speed betrayed his desire to end this conversation as soon as possible.
“Why?”
But Yuri wouldn’t let him off so easily.
“I was curious.”
Chris said quietly.
“You always use that cigar, so I wanted to know what taste you experience and what scent you inhale when using it.”
“And, did it work?”
Chris shook his head.
“For me… it was a bit too intense.”
To be honest, the cigars Yuri smoked were strong.
Espers typically fall into two categories:
Those who become insensitive to everything without a Guide and seek greater stimulation, and those who become completely bland due to overly sensitive senses.
Chris was the latter.
“It probably doesn’t taste very good.”
Yuri said casually.
Chris still felt embarrassed.
He felt like a child who had tried a sip of his parents’ alcohol out of curiosity, only to spit it out.
“But why did you carry it around?”
Even if he didn’t throw it away because it was expensive, Chris could have easily accessed Yuri’s cigar case from his position.
He could have just gradually refilled it there, rather than carrying it on his person.
Chris hesitated.
“That’s…”
Honestly, he wasn’t sure.
“Having it with me made me feel at ease.”
“Really?”
“It seemed to carry your scent.”
Not just sweet, but an intensely sweet cherry fragrance. Followed by a bitter and pungent aftertaste that enveloped it.
Too precious to light, he would often take it out to look at it and smell it.
It wasn’t exactly the same feeling as when mixed with Yuri’s body scent. Still, when Yuri wasn’t around, even that much was appreciated.
After listening quietly to Chris’s words, Yuri took out a cigar.
As Yuri put it in his mouth, Chris hesitated briefly before approaching to light it.
A dark cherry scent spread heavily through the air. A scent that seemed to pull the body down to the floor.
White smoke escaped from between Yuri’s well-shaped lips.
The red glow at the tip of the cigar flickered in the smoke.
Chris watched the scene as if entranced.
It was as if a languid laugh was flowing.
Removing the cigar from his mouth, Yuri used his free hand to grab Chris’s chin and pull him in. Then he blew his breath into him.
For a moment, all kinds of sensations rushed in.
The feeling against his lips, the taste caressing his tongue, the smoke that deceived like the scent of sweet fruit only to turn stimulating the moment it went down his throat.
His body moved involuntarily.
“You look like you’re on something.”
Yuri muttered.
Although his face showed disapproval, his eyes carefully examined Chris.
Parted lips and slightly relaxed eyes. Blue eyes that had turned hazy, as if covered in fog.
He looked like he might collapse at the slightest push.
And this without any guiding.
Smirking, Yuri extinguished the cigar in a randomly placed water glass.
“I should stop smoking.”
“What?”
Chris looked at Yuri in surprise.
Then the man who held the back of his head with one hand kissed him roughly.
“Mmph…”
Taken by surprise, Chris was carried away, forgetting even to regulate his breathing.
The cigar scent that Yuri had been holding in his mouth just moments ago invaded Chris’s mouth. Yuri’s purple eyes were strangely deliberate as he sucked and rubbed Chris’s tongue, as if marking his territory.
Gradually, the pungent yet sweet taste faded, and Yuri’s scent began to overlay it. Chris clung to him, fumbling to embrace his neck.
When a finger poked his cheek, startling him to open his eyes, he saw Yuri slightly furrowing his brow.
After pulling away briefly, he whispered:
“That was a mistake.”
Absorbed in the kiss, he had meant to cup Chris’s cheek but had poked him with his fingertip instead.
As if that didn’t matter at all, this time Chris pounced on Yuri first.
Receiving the dog rushing at him without any concern, Yuri reached down and lifted Chris’s shirt. Chris, extending his arms upward, hesitated when he realized he would have to part his lips.
Somehow, he felt reluctant.
‘Since Yuri is pulling it anyway…’
Instead of taking it off, he used his strength to break the button threads.
“Ha…”
Yuri laughed dryly.
Chris felt a pang of embarrassment. The sound of buttons popping off and rolling on the floor was unexpectedly loud.
“If I try to keep you nicely dressed, there won’t be anything left.”
Even as he said this, his hand caressed Chris’s cheek before pulling him in. Chris, who had been laid down on the bed with a plop, watched with expectant eyes as Yuri mounted him.
Yuri placed his hand in the middle of Chris’s carelessly exposed chest, pressed gently, and lowered his head.
His lips licked around the eyes, came down to the cheeks to bite, and then devoured the ear.
“Ah!”
Chris’s waist twitched at the sensation of teeth marks on his earlobe. Yuri’s hand gently cupped Chris’s chest, then gripped the tip with his thumb and index finger.
At first, the touch moved as if massaging the whole area, but once he started to rub the nipple, a strange sensation swept over Chris.
Chris gasped for breath.
“You’re quite sensitive.”
Like an impudent puppy.
Though there was no one to hear, Yuri lowered his voice and whispered in Chris’s ear.
“N-no, that’s…”
Chris shook his head, denying those words.
No matter how aroused he was, he couldn’t possibly be feeling this much already.
That area wasn’t an erogenous zone. At least, he wouldn’t be writhing like this just from being caressed a few times.
‘This can’t be happening.’
Suddenly, he realized that Yuri was guiding with his fingertips.
To disturb his physical senses and awaken his arousal.
“Y-Yuri…!”
Before Chris could even begin to protest after discovering the cause, Yuri kissed him.
Swallowing his voice, and with it, even his doubts subsided.
To the point where he almost believed he had called Yuri from the beginning for this.
Seeing Chris’s face visibly softening, Yuri pulled his lips away slightly and whispered:
“Why did you call me?”
A distance so close they almost touched.
Transparent purple eyes looking at him.
There must be dark desire boiling beyond those eyes, but facing them like this, he couldn’t think of anything.
Chris slowly shook his head.
“Nothing.”
Any momentary sense of injustice didn’t matter at all.
When what he wanted was so clear, what did some trivial truth matter?
“It’s nothing.”
Having rationalized to himself, Chris embraced Yuri’s waist.
A soft laugh lingered by his ear.
“…It will feel good.”
Yuri whispered, gripping Chris’s chest with both hands.
Though Yuri’s hands weren’t particularly small, grasping this chest all at once wasn’t easy.
Like a child playing with clay, he held and kneaded the flesh. But unlike clay that gets squashed however you grip it, the firm chest didn’t easily change shape.
Yuri carefully rubbed around it. From where his hands touched, warmth spread due to the subtle guiding that seeped in.
Yuri brought his lips to the more pointedly protruding tip than before and began to roll it with his tongue.
Without mischievously using his teeth, he pressed firmly with his lips and licked.
“Yu…ri…”
Chris panted.
The sensation of the tongue tip poking at his nipple gradually transformed into more sexual stimulation.
This satisfaction rising from the lower abdomen.
Usually, he had difficulty translating the pleasure felt during sex into pure enjoyment.
Because it was almost invariably followed by anguish. Excessively heightened ecstasy resembled pain.
But this was different. It was a soft and sweet pleasure, as if biting into a cherry stem.
Just enough to enjoy purely as pleasure.
“Hnng…”
A sweet nasal sound mixed with the voice that flowed out as if in pain.
Chris was always ashamed of his unseemly behavior.
But in the gaze of Yuri, who was mounted on top of him looking down, there was no trace of contempt.
‘Rather…’
It was strangely gentle.
Almost to the point where he felt as if he had always received such a look.
Chris stopped his heart from racing ahead on its own.
He couldn’t get too excited here. If he let his guard down even a little, he might crush Yuri.
‘Though Yuri wouldn’t just let himself be taken with his hands down.’
Nevertheless, this was an anxiety he had harbored his entire life.
Because before he could control his strength and before Yuri had honed his guiding ability, Chris had injured him countless times.
At that moment, as if reading Chris’s inner thoughts, Yuri reached out.
“This scar here.”
His well-shaped finger traced the scar on Chris’s left chest.
“Does it still hurt?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
