Chapter 9
Once it started, I could tell how thirsty I had been for this act, how much I had been ignoring my body’s demands all this time. My body was greedily absorbing all the pleasure born between him and me. A rebellious sense of adventure that said let’s see how far we can go raised its head inside me.
The man pushed his finger inside me while still not releasing my shoulder that he had bitten. Slowly, but never stopping midway, he pushed it in long and deep all the way to the end.
“Hnngh, hh. Hhngh.”
I made strange sounds like a crying animal. Another person’s body part was penetrating my secret place. The physical foreign sensation itself of my lower abdomen and rear becoming heavy was sexual excitement to me.
The finger filling me inside drew circles round and round. My buttocks automatically tensed. Then he bit my shoulder and nape. He even pulled the hair that slightly covered the back of my neck with his teeth.
Slowly, slowly, slowly – at the finger’s movement scratching inside like scraping a scab off a wound, my inner walls writhed on their own.
“You told me to ignore it even if you refused. You like it this much, what refusal?”
He tightly embraced my body that was automatically trying to spring forward. The arm holding me had muscles prominently defined and blue veins swollen taut. The other arm hidden between my legs was the same. I loved those strong arms. I wanted to be completely subdued by those arms and exposed down to the bottom of my instincts. That was my sexual preference.
“Hhngh. Hngh.”
The finger that had been slowly going in and out like piston movement after insertion was suddenly pulled out in one swift motion. The emptiness behind paradoxically emphasized the meaning of the act that had continued until just now.
The man pulled at the robe that had been draped meaninglessly. Behind my now completely naked back, the sound of a belt buckle being undone could be heard. Hot, wet lips lightly rubbed against my ear.
“Ah… should I just put it in without a condom?”
“……”
My body momentarily stiffened at the leisurely muttered voice.
As if showing he might actually do it, he rubbed his slippery cock against the hole. Even without looking, just from contact alone, I could guess the thickness of the cock. The fist-like cock that repeatedly touched and pulled away like kissing above the hole seemed like it would mercilessly push in at any moment.
Without knowing it, I looked back at him.
Was I making a fear-stricken face? The man smiled reassuringly with his eyes crinkling. Though I might have been momentarily mistaken, it seemed like a warm smile.
He released me after burying his lips against the skin of my nape and kissing it.
When the arms that had been strongly binding me fell away, I rather didn’t know what to do. I picked up the robe that had fallen to the floor to roughly cover my lower half and looked for the glass I had left on the sofa table. While quenching my thirst with whiskey that had almost no taste, diluted by ice, he quickly undressed and put on a condom.
Even by eye, his physique that seemed to easily exceed 190cm was densely woven with muscles large and small. It seemed like a body made under the thorough design of someone with demanding aesthetic standards. Thanks to this, despite his considerable build, he didn’t look dull. His long limbs had good balance, and the muscles that flexed delicately in response to even small movements were like precision instruments.
Moreover, even when not fully erect, his cock was shockingly hefty. The regular-sized condom I had brought seemed completely inadequate.
Reading the direction of my blatant gaze, he chuckled. After completely squeezing out the air from the tip of the condom, he stroked his cock like masturbating and pulled the latex down toward the root.
“I don’t know who was in this room yesterday, but it wasn’t better than this, was it?”
“……”
“You have completely starved eyes.”
“Just because you ate dinner the previous evening doesn’t mean you’re full until the next day.”
“Look who’s talking.”
I slowly put down my glass while keeping my gaze fixed on him approaching. The moment I reached out to grab the glass again that was clattering from being placed in the wrong position, he caught my arm first.
Losing my balance from the pulling force, I was even deprived of the robe that had been covering my cock. When I tried to escape by pulling my arms back, he wrapped around my waist and lifted me up.
How long had it been since someone lifted me up like this, my feet floating in the air? No matter how good a body he had, I was an adult man close to 180cm. Before I had time to be surprised, I was instantly thrown onto the bed in a prone position. I immediately tried to get up, but he was faster in climbing on top of my thighs.
Click. The sound of a plastic cap opening, followed by the friction of palms rubbing together. Unlike my lower body, my upper body was still free. Looking back, the man was warming lubricant in his hands.
With a gentle but somehow duplicitous smile, his wet hand groped between my legs.
“Hhngh. Hh…”
I frowned and looked forward again. My forehead automatically buried itself in the sheets.
His touch rubbing lubricant at the anal hole was more like caressing in itself rather than preparation for sex. At the repetition of applying pressure with his fingertips to grasp and release the skin wet with lubricant, my buttocks kept tensing.
Raising one finger to trace from bottom to top along the crack of my buttocks, his hand withdrew. And soon a thick cock slid into that place. Thinking the cock would penetrate at any moment, I reached my arm back.
I liked the process of being subdued, but I didn’t prefer pain. His thing was definitely a bit… too big. I didn’t know how much he would consider a one-night partner’s body.
Catching my arm that was flailing without reaching its target, he pressed my left wrist down onto the sheets. The arm propping up in front of my shoulder came into view. Without hesitation, I lunged at that solid wrist. I bit, scratched, and gnawed at it.
Yet he didn’t try to subdue even that behavior of mine. As long as he could do as he pleased with my body, he seemed not to care whether I bit him or left marks.
He who had been straddling on top of me while pressing down my thighs changed position. Now he lay down long, covering my entire body. Though the overwhelming weight difference that made struggling impossible made my chest area stuffy, it soon became bearable when he supported himself on his elbows against the sheets to distribute the weight.
With the hand not gripping my wrist, he adjusted the position of his cock. With the action of just pressing against the hole as if it would enter or not, taking his time, I moistened my lips with my tongue.
He extended his face over my shoulder, seeking my lips.
“Don’t kiss.”
I don’t know what thought prompted those words. It could have been part of refusing play, or it could have been a petty moral code wanting to preserve at least kissing in one-night sex. In any case, it was words that came out without my knowing.
The man who had hesitated momentarily and pulled his face far back soon smiled showing his teeth.
“Haha… I thought you were serious.”
From the perspective of a man having sex with a man, it was a smile that seemed like it would make the area between my legs wetly moist. I wanted to lunge at him first and bite all over his lips. Yet I turned my head to avoid the lips that were trying to approach again. The man gripped my lower jaw. With my entire body pressed down by his large frame, struggling to refuse the kiss… I kept flinching behind.
The man who gripped my jaw and pressed his face close to my cheek greedily licked over my lips. Mmm, mm, suck. With my lips tightly shut, putting all my effort into refusing, my breathing ran wild roughly.
As if such refusal was of no use, the man’s tongue thoroughly teased my lips without invading inside. He licked up several times, traced with his tongue tip, and sucked and squeezed the flesh. It seemed like opening my lips for a kiss would be less obscene.
Below, his cock was slowly entering. He was so rigidly erect that after the initial cock part entered, there was no need to grip the cock with his hand.
At the completely different choking pressure from when fingers entered, I flailed. My jaw opened and my eyes widened.
“Ugh. It’s, it’s going to tear… ah.”
I shuddered while wildly gripping and tearing at the sheets. His hot lips, having a slightly higher body temperature than normal people, kissed near my ear and whispered.
“Why are you suddenly acting chaste?”
“My bones… it feels like my bones are spreading apart…”
“Mm, it’s an illusion. You’re taking it so well.”
Gripping my jaw with his left hand, he pushed his right hand under my abdomen. The hand gripping my cock began rubbing the cock. Unlike his words treating me like a worn-out hole, he was stimulating the cock to relieve the pressure behind.
Throughout moving his hips to penetrate deeper inside me, he scratched at my slippery cock with his thumb.
“What’s the point of only refusing kisses? There’s a flood down here.”
Even while saying words that treated me as lewd, his voice was sweet. It might have been because of his whispering tone.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
