Chapter 6. Jealousy (11)
“……Hngh!”
Ronen’s hand gently enveloped Eckart’s rigid, towering erection. The sensation alone was already overwhelming, but Ronen didn’t stop—he began to stroke it slowly, with deliberate pressure from the base to the swollen tip. Eckart’s body tensed instantly, every muscle coiled tight.
Eckart, who had never even touched himself before, could barely endure it. He bit his lip hard, twisting his body, before pressing his own hand over Ronen’s, which rested on his eyelids. When he slowly pulled it away, his vision filled with Ronen’s face—his lashes cast delicate shadows over eyes hazed with arousal, their pale green irises fixed on Eckart.
“Stop…… Nngh—”
On the verge of exploding, Eckart seized Ronen’s wrist. But Ronen only climbed atop him, the bed groaning and creaking under their combined weight. Ignoring the protesting wood, Ronen tugged down Eckart’s trousers.
The dimness of the room was just enough to see each other’s expressions—and Eckart’s cock, already slick with precome, glistening obscenely. Ronen gazed down at it, larger and more dynamic than he’d imagined, before lowering his mouth to the tip.
“Kuh—haah……”
Eckart’s breath grew ragged. He remembered the first time he’d seen Ronen—kneeling before him, lips and tongue teased by the Grand Duke’s fingers. And now, the filthy dreams he’d had since then overlapped with reality: Ronen straddling him, taking his cock into that sinful mouth, swallowing his release. The memory of that imagined pleasure made his entire body stiffen with tension.
Little by little, Ronen’s warm, slick mouth enveloped him, the smooth inner flesh clinging to his shaft. The overwhelming sensation made Eckart cover his face with both hands.
Ronen’s mouth was too small to take all of him, but he did his best, sealing his lips around the girth before beginning to suck. Eckart’s hips jerked involuntarily, his abs flexing sharply beneath his skin. Ronen’s hands gripped Eckart’s thick thighs, anchoring himself as he worked.
“Hah—ngh, hnngh……”
“Mmn… mnnh……”
Eckart bit down hard on his own hand to stifle his moans, but Ronen was no better off. He let out muffled, desperate sounds around Eckart’s cock, his own body trembling with restrained need. Eckart’s fingers tangled in Ronen’s hair, gripping tight.
“W-Wait—Ah!”
Instead of stopping, Ronen only bobbed his head faster. Eckart’s cock swelled further in his mouth before pulsing violently, spilling his release. The first true orgasm—beyond mere nocturnal emissions—sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, so intense his mind blanked entirely.
Ronen didn’t swallow. He spat every drop onto his palm, then, still panting, stripped off his own trousers. With one hand, he smeared Eckart’s come over his own entrance, already slick with arousal. His cock stood rigid, leaking precome, his body trembling with need. As he pressed a finger inside, his hole clenched greedily around it.
Eckart, still hard despite having just come, watched with burning eyes as Ronen prepared himself. Even just a finger made Ronen’s face twist in bliss, his cock dripping clear fluid.
Bracing a hand on Eckart’s abdomen, Ronen wrapped his fingers around Eckart’s shaft. Eckart’s body jerked at the touch, and Ronen, his eyes dark with lust, whispered hoarsely:
“……Are you sure? You’ll regret this.”
Behind Ronen’s head, the mural of a saint loomed on the wall. Eckart stared up at it. He had always tried to obey the divine, to draw closer to god. Even now, he hadn’t forgotten the teachings drilled into him since childhood.
But he no longer understood. Was this truly sin? Why was it sin to want Ronen so desperately, to ache for him with every fiber of his being?
If he was damned from the start—a weak man swayed by Satan’s temptations—if this was inevitable no matter how hard he resisted……
Eckart sat up abruptly, pulling Ronen into his arms and rolling them until Ronen lay beneath him. Their positions reversed in an instant; Ronen’s eyes widened in shock as he stared up at Eckart. Behind Eckart’s head, the saint’s painted gaze seemed to follow him.
This time, Eckart covered Ronen’s eyes.
“……If you can’t see… then God won’t see either.”
With Ronen’s vision obscured, Eckart leaned down and claimed his lips in a searing kiss. Their mouths melted together, breaths mingling as if they’d always been one. Tongues tangled, exploring each other’s depths, licking and teasing until saliva spilled between them. The taste of Ronen’s mouth was intoxicating—sweet and forbidden, like the fruit Eve had bitten after the serpent’s whisper. Euphoric, yet terrifying, as if the ground might give way beneath him.
Once tasted, there was no going back. That was why it was forbidden—this act, these feelings. The heat of their passion had already burst its banks, impossible to contain. And the love he’d tried so desperately to suppress would burn him to ashes before it faded.
Eckart pulled back just enough to lick the trail of saliva dripping down Ronen’s chin, then pressed kisses to his slender throat and the hollow of his collarbone. Ronen obeyed without resistance as Eckart stripped him bare. He’d seen this body before, had barely restrained himself from devouring it with every sense. Now, there was no need for restraint.
Eckart’s lips descended to Ronen’s chest, sucking a nipple between them, flicking it with his tongue. Ronen’s body shuddered violently, his muffled moans slipping past his hands. Eckart’s palm slid down Ronen’s torso, savoring the softness of his skin, before wrapping around his dripping cock. A few rough strokes were all it took—Ronen arched, spilling over Eckart’s hand with a choked cry.
Using Ronen’s own release as lube, Eckart circled his entrance before pressing a finger inside. The hole, already loosened by Ronen himself, accepted him easily. As Eckart crooked his finger, probing deeper, Ronen’s legs trembled, his nails digging into Eckart’s arm. His eyes were wet.
“Hurry…… I want to feel you inside me.”
The plea sent a jolt through Eckart’s cock, precome beading at the tip. He spread Ronen’s thighs wide and positioned himself between them. Ronen watched with glazed, desperate eyes as Eckart lined up. Both of them were panting so hard their vision swam.
Finally, the head of Eckart’s cock pressed against Ronen’s entrance. Ronen’s body trembled in anticipation. Eckart pushed in slowly, but even well-prepped, the stretch made Ronen’s body lock up, his muscles taut. Bit by bit, his hole swallowed Eckart’s length, the tight heat clenching around him.
The pressure was maddening. Eckart’s mind reeled before he even began to move, his climax already building.
Ronen let out a broken moan as Eckart bottomed out, then pulled back only to slam home in one brutal thrust. The Eckart he knew—gentle, controlled—was gone. This was raw, relentless fucking, each snap of his hips driving Ronen’s thoughts into static. His vision flickered. Come spilled over his stomach, but he was too lost in pleasure to realize he’d even climaxed.
Eckart leaned down, sealing their mouths together as he pounded into Ronen. Their moans merged, swallowed by the kiss. The bed groaned beneath them, but neither cared.
Gripping Ronen’s thighs hard, Eckart drove into him from above, each thrust deeper than the last. The rational, composed Eckart had vanished, replaced by pure instinct. The overwhelming pleasure from his cock, buried in Ronen’s tight heat, ruled him completely.
Ronen’s body was paradise, every new sensation sending sparks through his nerves. Another orgasm crashed over him as Eckart’s cock swelled inside him, grinding against that sensitive spot. Ronen clung to Eckart’s shoulders, his nails breaking skin, tears pricking his eyes from the sheer intensity.
Only after Eckart buried himself to the hilt and spilled deep inside did Ronen finally gasp for air. Their lips still clung, kissing deeply, tenderly, as if to soothe the storm they’d just weathered. The contrast made Ronen’s eyes burn.
When their senses returned, they realized how feral they’d been. They kissed lightly, hands tracing each other’s bodies, still joined. Ronen could feel Eckart’s cock, still hard despite two releases, twitching inside him.
He’d never been this aroused, never felt pleasure so all-consuming it threatened to unravel him. As Ronen’s inner walls, still throbbing with aftershocks, clenched around Eckart, Eckart began to move again—slow, deep rolls of his hips. Ronen wrapped his arms around him, and Eckart pulled Ronen close, his own arm cradling the back of Ronen’s neck.
“I’ve wanted this for so long…… To feel you with my whole body.”
Eckart had imagined this the moment he’d reunited with Ronen after surviving the war. At Ronen’s whispered confession, Eckart kissed him again, murmuring against his lips:
“……Me too.”
Sweet as a lover’s vow, they began again, their bodies moving as one.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
