He seemed unaware of himself. Traces remained wherever he went. Andrea, who followed the spotty traces on the gray carpet, found Icanoth near the bookshelf. Crouched naked, he hunched like a wounded predator as Andrea approached.
However, unfortunately having neither teeth nor claws, he was easily caught by human hands and made to stand. Andrea slowly examined the white naked body to see if anything had been injured in the meantime. Then his gaze moved downward. The fluid flowing down to his ankles wasn’t water.
“…Hu…”
Icanoth seemed to have just noticed between his legs. Seeing his expression, Andrea’s mouth corner twitched. The fluid hanging on his thighs, once Icanoth stood up, was flowing down, leaving long streaks.
How many times did I knot him yesterday? Andrea, tracing the marks with his eyes, tried to gauge the number before giving up and picked up Icanoth who was trying to escape.
“It’s my fault. I didn’t clean inside properly because I was afraid I’d wake you. Instead of eating now, shall we wash below first?”
“I can, do it—”
“With a body that can’t even escape?”
Since it was simply a questioning voice, it became a mockery worse than ridicule. Icanoth’s face reddened with shame. Though he tried to push him away, it was merely resistance within his embrace, unable to stop the steps heading to the bathroom.
“Hold onto me.”
As soon as they entered the bathroom while being carried, Andrea put Icanoth down and bent his knees to sit. Icanoth’s hands, standing unsteadily, naturally touched Andrea’s shoulders. Andrea, holding a shower head pouring warm water, spread the pressed thighs and pushed his hand in between. His fingers quickly reached the sticky private parts.
“Ahu, ngh!”
While washing away the flowing fluid with the shower, his fingers easily found the hole. Without intruding, he caressed the folds and then pressed firmly. Not with fingertips but with the second joint of his fingers, the upper part, he pressed a couple of times, making pooled fluid flow as if it had been waiting.
But the inside wouldn’t be clean either, so he pushed in his finger curved like a hook. It was a space he had invaded countless times the night before. It easily accepted two fingers and then sucked on them.
“Hup.”
Icanoth gritted his teeth at the unwanted sensation. His hands, which had tried not to grip the shoulders, inevitably applied force. As Icanoth’s body leaned forward, the fingers easily rummaged through the inside. Semen that couldn’t escape after knotting flowed along his index and middle fingers, soaking his palm. Transparent fluid clung between the folds, as if not only semen had come out. It was an erotic sight that made him want to lick it, prompting him to extend his tongue tip.
“Hungh…”
Unfortunately, unable to lick the hole, he kissed the thin stomach that heaved whenever he inhaled. Being close to the cock, Andrea’s breath kept touching Icanoth’s lower region. As if doing it on purpose, Andrea brushed against the cock Icanoth was trying to hide with his body.
“Ha, ah… uu. Mph.”
Despite trying to hold back, his stimulated lower region was slowly beginning to swell with heat. The shower with increased water pressure touched his buttocks. He was spreading the hole with his fingers. The lukewarm water quickly entered inside, increasing its volume in his abdomen.
“Wa…it, no, that, I don’t like it. Don’t do… ah…!”
Despite being liquid, as it pooled inside after passing through sensitive areas, it seemed to solidify together. His startled body jumped up and grabbed Andrea.
“Relax. That’s how it gets all the way in.”
Though there was slight pain in his shoulders, Andrea merely smiled. This wasn’t the first time he had done this when washing him. Only, it had been done when Icanoth was asleep as if unconscious.
“Huungh… uu, ngh, no. Ah, ahuu. Ngh—”
“Stay like this for a bit. Otherwise, it won’t get clean. You could get an upset stomach too.”
Though not held firmly by hand, Icanoth couldn’t move. He was afraid of showing an even more shameful appearance. It felt like with just one wrong step, the water inside would flow out.
“Ah, ah, no—”
His heels touched the tiles and immediately lifted off. Despite trying his best to hold on, in Icanoth’s physical state, he couldn’t endure for long. While observing his reaction, Andrea touched the tense perineum. As he started to just touch that area, scratching it with his fingers, Icanoth’s closed lips let out a shrill scream.
“If you really can’t hold it, it’s okay to release. We can just put it back in.”
It was no different from telling him to endure. His tightly clenched teeth ground. Trying to keep holding on made him feel dizzy.
“Hungh. Uungh.”
“Ah, you’re erect?”
The hand that had been touching his perineum until just now moved up to the cock and flicked it lightly. Icanoth, who had reached his limit, pressed his thighs together and trembled his lower waist.
“Keup… hoo, uumph… ngh…!”
He must have repeated the words “no” dozens of times inwardly. If it meant enduring several times more pain instead of suffering humiliation in front of Andrea, he would rather choose that.
But his body differed from his will. It easily crumbled because of Andrea. Water and semen were flowing out mixed together. Belatedly trying to tighten his hole was in vain. The water that had already started coming out brought all the semen pooled there with it, making his abdomen resound.
“Hung, ngh… ah, ah, hup!”
The sense of liberation was as intense as the pain of the time he had endured. His yellowed vision exploded white. But the shame was even more severe and intensely dug into his heart. How much more of his lowest self must he show Andrea? How far does he intend to dig into his lowest depths?
His fingers moved around like a snake, casually wiping his legs and then stirring inside again, saying he would check if anything remained. Only after the hole, which had been soaked with water, became sticky with his own fluids did Andrea remove his hand. Then, as if nothing had happened, he continued washing his body. Only after both below and above were cleaned by Andrea’s hands could he be carried out of the bathroom in his arms.
“Icanoth.”
“…”
“You should eat something. If you eat even half, I’ll bring you clothes.”
He didn’t have the strength to speak sharply. Andrea’s words, as he covered the defenseless Icanoth lying face down on the bed with a blanket instead of clothes, were extremely gentle. Icanoth, who had been staring blankly at the floor, raised his gaze to look at him.
“Is there anything specific you want to eat?”
Would it have been better if he had spoken as if doing him a favor? Andrea’s benevolent smile approached as if truly caring for him, making his stomach churn. So for a while, he glared at him with eyes that had been stinging since leaving the bathroom, but unable to maintain even that for long, he gave up. Without energy, one can’t hate others for long. He curled up and clutched the blanket.
“If not, I’ll prepare something similar to before.”
This time, he didn’t even attempt to leave the bed. Since he couldn’t escape the room anyway, he only thought he would be caught unsightly and dragged back.
“Wait here.”
The door closed. Andrea, who went straight downstairs, prepared a new meal. He didn’t seem to mind at all that the previous meal he had brought was in disarray. Icanoth waited for him, who had gone to prepare food for him, like livestock waiting for a slaughterer. No, he truly was his livestock. Watching the clock hands tick-tock, Icanoth laughed wryly despite his miserable thoughts.
The room is a barn, the bed is a fence, thinking this, he suddenly shuddered and got up. While foolishly sitting, 20 minutes had passed. Enough time for Andrea, who had been busy moving in the kitchen, to bring a meal not much different from before.
“Tell me if you don’t like it. There are others too.”
Toasted bread pieces instead of vegetable sandwiches and salad topped with fruit. A cup of juice, a bottle of water, and an unfamiliar soup. Icanoth, looking at the pale soup with mushrooms and vegetables floating in it, clutched his head.
“…Ah.”
“What’s wrong?”
“A little dizzy…”
Icanoth’s gaze, looking at the meal placed on the table, shook back and forth. When he tried to pick up the spoon, he nearly dropped it on the floor. After repeating this three times, Andrea, without getting irritated, smiled and picked up the spoon for him instead.
“I’ll feed you. That would be better.”
The white soup reminded him of a certain fluid he had desperately wanted all night. Like trying to make him remember the fishy taste and texture in his mouth, what Andrea had made him keep in his mouth without swallowing.
“You don’t like the soup?”
“…No.”
Seeing his face growing paler with each spoonful swallowed, Andrea picked up other food with a fork. Icanoth barely ate half of the food on the tray. Even that had been too much for a while, but he forced himself to chew and swallow. Because he couldn’t eat the soup, he thought he had to eat something else for Andrea to give him clothes.
“It’s okay to stop eating now.”
Should he be grateful that Andrea tended to keep his promises well? After he thought he had fed him enough, Andrea organized and collected the tray, leaving only water, and went out. When he returned, it was with a comfortable, yet somehow excessively neat-looking gray round-neck T-shirt and light brown pants.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
