#073
Come to think of it, the me in this world was a Casanova playboy, so I should have been a pro in that area too. What did Carlisle just say? Didn’t he say something like “At least I know you liked sleeping with me”? So the me that Carlisle knew must have been active in bed, knew what to do well, or had good reactions. But the real me was a novice, so I wasn’t confident whether I could act “properly” if I responded without thinking. Wouldn’t it be better to get drunk and pretend not to know while sprawling around?
“For you, what you’ve drunk now is enough. Since you’re accepting my proposal. It’s no fun if you’re too drunk and acting silly.”
“I’m not that drunk yet.”
I tried to bring the glass in my hand to my mouth. But that movement was again stopped by Carlisle.
“Of course you should be. That’s why you can’t drink more.”
Not only was I stopped, but my hand holding the glass was pulled straight toward Carlisle. I tried to resist in confusion, but it was already too late.
Carlisle’s lips touched my fingers holding the glass ticklishly. A hot, soft, plump sensation. A sensation I had already tasted with lips and tongue a few days ago. I couldn’t help but blush.
Carlisle stared at me without blinking once and let the remaining half of the whiskey flow between his lips. It was as if I was feeding him alcohol. Watching his Adam’s apple move, I unconsciously swallowed.
“Something like making a mistake while drunk.”
He said while wiping his wet lips. His gaze was still directed at me and he still held my lowered hand.
“I don’t want to hear that you don’t remember when you wake up in the morning.”
“……”
It was as if he had looked into my mind. Hit right on target, I pulled my head back and grumbled as if it wasn’t true.
“What am I… I don’t say such cowardly things.”
“Ah, really? Then.”
My caught hand was pulled again and suddenly his face came close. My face was trapped in his other hand.
“Shall we make sure you remember properly from now on?”
“Remember what… mmph.”
Before I could even finish preparing myself mentally, our lips connected. This time he didn’t give me any chance to reconsider. A large hand covered my blinking eyes. As my vision darkened completely, the sensation of my lips seemed to come alive more sensitively. A hot, wet tongue licked between my lips as if tasting them, then parted them and pushed inside.
“Ngh…”
My tongue shrank back in surprise at the tongue that had entered deeply. The pointed tongue tip aggressively pressed and attacked my retreating tongue. At the sensation of flesh tangling, goosebumps rose tingling below my waist. The sensation of another living person’s flesh occupying my mouth and rummaging around as it pleased was strange. Hot, dense, and lewd.
Every time Carlisle changed angles and pressed our lips together anew, wet squelching sounds rang in my ears. His tongue tip moved on its own, poking under my tongue, rubbing the sides, and tracing my teeth. When it tickled the hard palate and scraped the soft flesh leading to my throat, I unconsciously let out a leaking moan.
“Ngh… ugh… mm…”
Before I knew it, I had wrapped my arms around his neck and was clinging to him. The moist heat triggered by lips and tongue instantly heated my entire body. I pressed my body against his and demanded more. I rubbed our tongues together and bit the hot thing filling my mouth with my front teeth. I was pleased when a scratching, suppressed moan rang from Carlisle’s throat. My head seemed completely filled with wet kissing sounds and excited breathing.
“Haa, haa…”
It was Carlisle who suddenly pushed me away. As the hot body that had been clinging separated, my heated body temperature cooled rapidly too. I became confused by the sudden emptiness. I felt dazed as if fog had settled in my head.
“Why, why…?”
While I couldn’t collect myself, my body was suddenly lifted. Carlisle had spread my legs to wrap around his waist and was supporting my lower back and buttocks, lifting me up. Our gazes met again. Embracing his head and neck while in the superior position, I lowered my head from my side this time and kissed Carlisle’s lips.
While I invaded and rummaged through his mouth, Carlisle carried me out of the study. Even with slight swaying, our tightly pressed bodies collided and rubbed against each other minutely.
My lower half had already started hardening from the earlier kiss. Being tightly embraced by Carlisle, my half-erect cock rubbed against Carlisle’s firm stomach. The clothes weren’t thick and he must have clearly felt it, but in my excitement I wasn’t embarrassed. Carlisle gripped my buttocks tightly and pulled me closer, making me rub even harder against his stomach.
The place Carlisle took me was the room across the hall—his own bedroom.
Thump.
I was laid down on the huge, soft bed. Before I could properly collect myself, my eyes met directly with Carlisle who had caged me with his arms.
His eyes tinged with red were still hot. With a gaze that felt fierce like a beast, Carlisle gently stroked my hair. He swept up the hair scattered on my face and kissed my forehead, the corners of my eyes, and the bridge of my nose with soft sounds.
His movements sucking on my tongue had been dense to the point of being lewd, but now these movements of stroking my head and kissing me like feathers were excessively soft and sweet. My heart stirred strangely. Don’t do this. Be rough like you were doing. This is why I keep misunderstanding.
Hot fingers fiddled with my earlobe then rubbed my earlobe. After caressing my chin, he pressed my lower lip firmly with his thick thumb. I opened my lips as he parted them and looked at his lips. They looked especially red in addition to being moistly wet. Do my lips look like that too? As I was thinking that, Carlisle’s finger entered, parting my lips.
“If you want to refuse, this is your last chance.”
Carlisle whispered while pressing my tongue firmly with his finger. Was he telling me to answer or not to? It was cheating to ask that now after acting affectionate for so long, pretending to be lovers. How could I refuse? It was definitely intentional.
I frowned and shook my head slightly. What refusal at this point? My easily aroused body was already heated up, and if I said to stop now, I’d be the one getting angry. It felt like being given something then having it taken away.
A satisfied smile appeared on Carlisle’s lips. I felt strange. It seemed like the first time I’d seen him smile such a smile-like smile without any cynicism, crookedness, or mockery.
While I stared blankly, his finger slipped out and our lips overlapped again. But this time it was difficult to focus entirely on kissing. While our tongues tangled wetly again, Carlisle’s hand slipped under my pajama shirt.
I knew it already, but the body temperature touching my bare skin felt newly hot. His palm was rough and dry. The sensation of that firmness crossing my skin felt good. The hand that had been caressing my stomach instantly climbed up stroking my side and had moved to my chest before I knew it. I flinched without realizing it.
‘……’
He must have felt me stiffen for a moment. Carlisle’s lips separated with a wet sound.
“Your eyes got round. Why?”
Carlisle asked while looking down at me. A smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.
It’s not why.
My head went down. Before I knew it, my pajama shirt had been undone and my upper body was completely exposed. Was I slow or were Carlisle’s hands fast? I knew he was touching my body, but I don’t know when he undid all this.
It would be natural to touch each other while embracing… but I guess I hadn’t thought this far. Carlisle’s hand was covering my chest area. Even while looking at my face and asking why, he didn’t stop rubbing my nipple with his rough palm as if crushing it. My body flinched involuntarily. My lower abdomen tingled. It was an unfamiliar sensation. So it was strangely uncomfortable.
“No, wait, not there.”
“Why? You liked this.”
Me?
I don’t know how Carlisle interpreted the expression I was making. He seemed to be looking at me with an ambiguous smile, then suddenly lowered his head.
“Ah!”
I was startled and unconsciously twisted my waist. Because Carlisle had bitten my chest. It didn’t hurt, but I was surprised because it was unexpected. I could vividly feel the sensation of his wet tongue licking up my nipple suggestively. Heat rushed up instantly.
I grabbed Carlisle’s hair trying to pull his head away, but the force biting my chest only got stronger. Meanwhile, his tongue tip pressed and rubbed my nipple before sucking it in strongly with his entire mouth.
“Ah, ah…”
I held onto Carlisle’s head, not knowing what to do and groaning. It was a different sensation from having my tongue sucked when kissing. Sharper, perhaps? My waist kept twisting and my toes curled. It felt like I might need to urinate.
“Ngh, ah. Ah, ah…”
At first I tried hard to push Carlisle away, but before I knew it I was embracing his head and pulling him closer. My feelings were split in two. The desire to press down so he couldn’t move his mouth or tongue coexisted with the hope that he would stimulate me harder. Carlisle was right. I was feeling pleasure from this act.
How could this be? Why were the me in Carlisle’s memory and the real me exactly the same? Was this normal for everyone? Was the chest a universal erogenous zone? Did all men feel it through their chest?
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
