“You’re the only human here. And I’m glad you don’t dislike it.”
“No, that’s not what I meant…!”
Sirius detached Yan, who was clinging to him. He looked at Yan placed on the table as if appreciating him and commanded:
“‘Take off your shirt, Yan.'”
“Ngh…”
Yan bit his lip. That was about all the range his mind could control. His hands were already unbuttoning his shirt as if entranced. Despite trying to stop, his fingers only trembled, and eventually his upper body was also naked. The whole process was deceptively simple.
“‘Now spread your legs.'”
“No…”
As if knowing Yan was about to say “no,” Sirius commanded, “‘Be quiet.'” With that, Yan couldn’t even move his lips.
Yan, seated at a table for one, had his legs spread wide open. The dark gray briefs and socks were the only pieces of fabric on his body. Just as he was internally sighing in relief that at least his private parts weren’t exposed, Sirius approached.
“Isn’t this a fresh experience, doing it outside?”
“…!”
Yan looked up at Sirius pleadingly. If he could have, he would have shaken his head.
“‘You may speak now.'”
“Th-this doesn’t seem right, Sirius… The hotel is right next door, with perfectly good rooms.”
“But if we went to a proper room, you’d surely run away. So I have no choice but to do this.”
“No, that’s…”
Startled, Yan’s body twitched. So this was really happening because he had avoided Sirius? While it was understandable for someone unaware of the situation to feel offended, this seemed excessive. What kind of humiliation was this, being visible to every passerby?
Sirius overlapped his body with Yan’s. With one hand on the table, he ran his other hand down Yan’s chest. When the large man’s hand touched his skin, a wave of arousal surged. For a moment, Yan forgot even the will to resist and exhaled a long breath.
“Ahhh…”
Just then, a café employee with a dustpan flinched as they walked onto the terrace. It was natural to be surprised at seeing a naked man. Yan was extremely embarrassed but also somewhat relieved. Maybe the employee would scold them for this indecent act and stop Sirius.
However, the moment the employee’s eyes met Sirius’s as he turned around, the surprised expression disappeared from their face. They began cleaning as if they hadn’t seen anything. Only then did Yan understand the meaning of “visible yet unseen, audible yet unheard.”
“W-wait! Please don’t remove this too…!”
“Is that what you really want?”
Sirius asked, gently biting Yan’s earlobe. Then his lips landed in sequence on Yan’s cheek and shoulder.
Especially when being bitten on the neck, Yan wondered if he might even have his blood sucked. Though even in vampire society, directly consuming blood was now criticized as barbaric—surely that wouldn’t happen.
“Nngh…”
His bitten neck hurt. Simultaneously, it felt as if his senses were being acutely awakened. Why does pain resemble pleasure so much? No, when had his body started confusing the two? Yan looked resentfully at one of the culprits.
“If you were to put your leg on my shoulder and arch your back right now, no one would think it strange.”
“…”
“That disbelieving look. If you’re skeptical, shall we experiment?”
“No, wait, wait!”
Sirius lifted Yan’s right leg onto his shoulder. Yan gasped and wrapped his arms around Sirius’s neck. He expected Sirius to thrust his dick in, but unexpectedly, he only caressed Yan’s buttocks. With each squeeze of the large hands, Yan let out small whimpers.
“Ah…”
Their tips touched. Sirius clicked his tongue softly as if his erection was uncomfortable, and lowered his zipper. A substantial black brief was revealed. As Yan looked down at it with a daunted expression, Sirius pressed their bodies together again. dick met dick in an embrace.
“Do you still not want to do it?”
“…”
Yan turned his head away. Why did Sirius look so sacred even while being so irritating? Though Yan was the one being violated, he felt as if he were the one committing a sin.
Sirius gazed steadily at Yan and hummed. His stare was so intense that Yan’s hair stood on end.
“Well, it seems Yan has no intention of looking at me at all.”
Was that what bothered him so much? Yan belatedly regretted his past behavior—he should have looked at Sirius even while suppressing his pounding heart—but it was already too late. Sirius raised his finger and scratched down Yan’s chest. Where had such delicacy been hiding in those large hands? He precisely traced all of Yan’s sensitive spots.
“Ahh…”
“‘Stay still. Don’t run away.'”
It was a strange phenomenon. Though no one was physically restraining Yan, he couldn’t move his body. What confined him was none other than Sirius’s ability. An invisible force surrounded Yan, preventing him from moving at all.
“L-let me go. This… this is weird.”
“If you promise to look at me properly, I’ll get a room as you wish.”
“I am looking. I’m looking at you right now…?”
Yan looked up at Sirius with a groan. His reddened eyes were quite attractive, but Sirius wasn’t swayed. He simply shook his head with a cold expression.
“For more than a minute.”
“What…?”
“If you don’t maintain eye contact for more than a minute, I’ll do as I please.”
“That’s ridiculous. How am I supposed to stare for a whole minute… Aah!”
Sirius grabbed Yan’s dick. The direct stimulation made Yan’s thighs tremble. His body, well-trained in pleasure, was already anticipating what would follow.
“Raise your head now.”
“But—!”
Yan trembled violently. Making eye contact with anyone for more than a minute is difficult. What was the point when they weren’t even communicating through looks? Yet Sirius insisted on this strange act.
“Hngh!”
Yan inhaled sharply as the man’s fingers stroked the length of his dick. The intermittent stimulation was tantalizing.
“Your dick seems more sensitive along the shaft than the head.”
“N-no, that’s not true…!”
“Really? So the head is more sensitive after all? Or perhaps here?”
After rubbing the glans with his thumb, Sirius firmly grasped Yan’s testicles. His now-erect dick showed a clear outline even within his briefs. Especially prominent was the head.
“My, it seems you’re already leaking.”
“That’s not what it is.”
Yan’s face fell. Naturally, when a man becomes aroused, pre-ejaculatory fluid emerges. It’s a natural physiological response, not something strange. However, even to his own eyes, the dampened gray briefs looked quite wanton.
“Yes. Let’s say that’s the case.”
Sirius exuded an air of composure as he spoke. Though this wasn’t a fight, he was confident in his victory. Sirius moved his fingers leisurely.
With just a layer of fabric between them, light, tickling stimulation continued. He seemed to be tracing the shape of Yan’s dick. When the soft flesh of his fingertips rubbed against the glans, Yan exhaled a long “Haah…” But when his sharp nail dug into the center of the glans, Yan’s breathing became rough.
“Hnngh, ah… Th-there.”
“Don’t you like it? That can’t be true. Look how much you’re leaking.”
Sirius rubbed Yan’s urethral opening with his thumb. The rough fabric made the friction feel even more intense. Before he knew it, Yan was moving his hips, following his instinct to feel more stimulation.
“Ah!”
But the next moment, Yan jerked his hips. Sirius had slapped his dick. Though described as a “slap,” it stung considerably due to the man’s large hand.
“There’s no need to be impatient. I’ll take good care of you.”
“B-but.”
“Why not enjoy it leisurely, Yan?”
Though disguised as a suggestion, it was clearly a threat to anyone. Yan inhaled as if hiccupping. Sirius didn’t seem to have sadistic tendencies, but he had a habit of persistently tormenting people even after they had become pliant. In a way, that too could be categorized as sadism.
“‘Do not move your hands and feet from that position.'”
A voice that seemed to flow from a cave enveloped Yan’s entire body. Though sweet, he couldn’t simply admire it. He tried to wiggle his fingers experimentally, but they truly wouldn’t move. As he contemplated this predicament, Sirius reached for his dick again. He stroked the area he had just struck, as if soothing it. It was no different from causing the illness and then providing the cure.
“Mmm, nn… Hnngh.”
Having been permitted to make sounds, at least, Yan moaned. Even that had to stop when two men entered the terrace. They settled in one corner, exchanging trivial jokes. They didn’t seem to notice Yan at all.
It was fortunate in a way, but he couldn’t freely make noise. Even without Sirius ordering him to, Yan bit his lower lip firmly and suppressed his moans.
Sirius, more shameless than he appeared, continued stroking Yan’s dick. He seemed determined to melt it completely. Yan’s body twitched reflexively, but due to the constraints, all he could do was tremble his thighs. He shook his head.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
