Somerset shouted and attacked his lips first. Smack. The deliberately exaggerated sound lodged itself in Eden’s ears.
Their naked bodies fully overlapped as they sank into a deep kiss. It was ravenous, and it was romantic. Somerset’s cock, rubbing against Eden’s, quickly hardened again as well. Holding and touching each other, they rolled around across the bed.
Their bodies were deep in conversation when it happened. A knock sounded at the door, and Emma called for Somerset from outside. Since quite a bit of time had passed after the guest arrived, she thought it might be good to serve tea.
Eden and Somerset broke apart from their locked lips and covered each other’s mouths with their hands as they caught their breath.
Lying on top of him, Eden looked down at Somerset, while Somerset, sprawled beneath him, stared back up and blinked.
“Somerset. May I come in?”
Emma asked, and Somerset blinked once. When Eden moved his hand away, Somerset answered.
“No! The two of us, Eden and I, are having a serious conversation. I’ll call if we need anything. Until then, it’s okay!”
“It really must be a serious conversation. Alright. Have a good time. Just don’t get so absorbed in talking that you skip lunch.”
The two of them stared into each other’s eyes, motionless for a moment, as though time had stopped.
Around the time the presence beyond the door faded away, Somerset finally let out the breath he’d been holding with a soft huff, and Eden pulled him into an embrace in relief. Once their breathing settled, laughter burst out from both of them almost at the same time. Giggling like children, Eden licked Somerset’s ear and the back of his neck, while Somerset wrapped his legs around Eden’s waist.
They rubbed against each other below and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to touching and pleasuring one another. They desired each other like starving men, yet when it came time to climax, they gazed at each other with strangely quiet composure. Though the way they licked over each other with their eyes was anything but restrained.
A generous amount of semen splattered across Somerset’s upper body. Some landed on Eden too, but compared to Somerset, he could hardly even be called wet.
Lying there defenselessly, Somerset gathered the semen smeared around his chest with his fingertips. The sight of him rubbing it onto his already perked nipples was obscenely erotic.
“Whipped cream cupcake.”
Somerset’s way of expressing himself was free, creative, and adorable. Eden swallowed the mini whipped cream cupcake in one bite. The thought that his own semen was probably mixed in made him feel a little weird, but Somerset’s languid shiver completely swept that concern away. Eden was so absorbed in savoring the cupcake that he suddenly snapped back to his senses.
“Ah, should we stop here for today?”
He whispered softly as he lifted his head, and Somerset looked utterly dumbfounded.
“No way. You’re joking, right?”
“I wasn’t properly prepared. Sorry.”
Eden reflected on his own lack of foresight. He hadn’t even managed the basics of bringing condoms.
There were excuses he could make. When he’d come looking for Somerset early that morning, he’d expected their relationship might deepen to some extent, but he hadn’t imagined the details this specifically. He’d been too preoccupied with barging into the apartment next door to even think about stopping to buy condoms.
He tried to make up for it at least a little with a tender kiss, but Somerset huffily avoided him, rolled his body away, and slipped out from beneath Eden. Rubbing his stomach against the wrinkled blanket as he crawled forward, he stretched an arm out over the edge of the bed and started rummaging through a drawer.
“What are you doing?”
Without thinking, Eden rested a hand on Somerset’s ass. The plump yet firm mound felt wonderful in his grasp. He kneaded the flesh filling his hand before sliding his fingertips into the cleft between his cheeks.
That was when Somerset dodged even that touch, sat up, and triumphantly held up a bottle of lube and a box of condoms.
“As expected, I’m the best.”
He looked as proud as a professional athlete holding up a championship trophy. Eden wrapped his arms around Somerset’s waist from where he knelt and pushed him back onto the bed before gently biting his chest.
“I’m curious why you even have these here.”
At the same time he felt grateful for Somerset’s excellent preparedness, he was also puzzled. This was the same Somerset who’d panicked and run away after nothing more than a kiss on the forehead. It seemed unlikely he’d bought these on his way home yesterday.
He abandoned the unpleasant thought that Somerset might’ve purchased them for someone else. It was better to hear the answer directly.
When Eden bit lightly into his chest once more, Somerset ruffled his blond hair and said,
“Jonas bought them for me. He said they were a gift for a healthy sex life.”
“Who’s Jonas?”
“If I tell you, it might kind of ruin the mood.”
“It’s fine. Tell me.”
“My mom’s secretary. Jonas Lee. Talking about my mom during sex. Total mood killer.”
Eden soothed the grumbling Somerset with a soft kiss. When he murmured an apology between their lips, Somerset answered by asking him to touch his chest.
Somerset’s pectorals were developed enough to look lush and full. They had incredible elasticity, and his soft nipples were sensitive enough that they quickly perked up under stimulation. Eden spread his palm wide and caressed his chest.
“Uuh, ahh…”
The dizzying moans, like he was aching, pleasantly tickled Eden’s ears. Every one of his senses was focused entirely on Somerset.
Their bodies were ready now, so before moving on to the next stage, there was only one thing left to settle.
Who would take whom.
As he kneaded Somerset’s ass, Eden subtly conveyed his intentions. Somerset, draped over him with his arms around his neck, was dazed from the kisses. It wasn’t until Eden’s finger pressed firmly against the tight opening that Somerset startled.
“That just now…”
“Did you hate it?”
“No.”
Somerset hugged Eden and rolled their bodies over until he was on top. Sweat dripped from his loose curls in heavy droplets. After brushing his bangs back once, he left the strands clinging to his forehead for Eden to deal with while reaching a hand behind himself. Feeling around between his own cheeks, he grinned.
“How should I put it… it’s thrilling. The fact that you’re aiming for here.”
His unusual adventurous streak and low physical inhibitions were certainly factors, but the decisive reason was his affection for Eden. Seeing that there wasn’t even the slightest discomfort in Somerset’s reaction, Eden relaxed—
And then Somerset struck.
“If you admit you’re an angel, you can do whatever you want.”
“That’s…”
“Where’d you hide your wings? Did they get ripped off when you fell?”
Eden covered his face with both arms. He was mortified. He hadn’t even properly agreed to Somerset’s demands yet, much less opened his mouth to answer, but he was already dying of embarrassment. At this point, hearing Somerset compare his chest to fruit or make a huge fuss about his dick being big would’ve been preferable.
Somerset, having plunged him into unbearable humiliation, pressed him further.
“Come on, hurry up and tell me. Confess the truth. Isn’t there an angel living inside Eden?”
This is way too sinful a situation for holy wordplay.
Somerset’s sticky hands roamed all over his body. When he traced along Eden’s slender waist, he even deliberately threatened to move his hand farther back. Chewing on heated breaths, Eden shook his head from side to side.
“There isn’t.”
“Really?”
He set aside Somerset’s questioning tone and asked himself instead.
Are you really okay with this?
Won’t you regret throwing away the chance to have this beautiful man beneath you?
The answer came quickly.
“…Ah.”
“Hm?”
“There is. I-I, uh…”
Eden realized he definitely was not a masochist. He endured this humiliation purely for the sake of his objective.
“I really am an angel. I was an angel.”
The moment Eden lowered his arms and revealed his defenseless face, Somerset showered him with kisses. The suffering had been worth it. His cheeks, burning hot with embarrassment, were engulfed by Somerset’s warmth.
Somerset was unbelievably hot.
“I’ve never called anyone else an angel.”
“That sounds suspicious.”
“You’re the first.”
Entranced by the low whisper, Eden obediently let Somerset pull him upright in search of his wings. While Somerset hugged him and stroked his back, Eden placed his own hand on Somerset’s back as well. Unlike Somerset, whose attention focused on where wings might sprout near the shoulder blades, Eden’s hand traveled down the ridges of Somerset’s protruding spine.
What each of them sought from the other was different, yet they shared the same common denominator: desire.
After finding traces of “wings” around Eden’s shoulder blades, Somerset pressed his lips close to Eden’s ear and laughed. Smiling along with him, Eden lifted Somerset’s plump ass with both hands. As he spread the cheeks apart, Somerset wrapped his legs around Eden’s waist. Their centers pressed together sharply enough to feel like a stab to the abdomen.
“Are you really sure about this? If you feel pressured at all, tell me.”
Eden checked again without rushing him. Somerset’s feelings hadn’t changed.
“If I felt that way, I would’ve blasted you away already. Look at my body. If we fought, I’d win.”
Slipping free from Eden’s arms, Somerset flexed his biceps at right angles like a bodybuilder posing onstage to show off his physique. His body was maintained so beautifully that Eden nearly applauded.
Holding himself back from letting things become too playful, Eden laid Somerset back down on the bed.
While Eden reached for the lube, Somerset interlocked his fingers overhead like a pillow and undulated his body in smooth waves. The movement was calm yet dynamic enough to completely steal Eden’s attention, leaving him frozen with the cap of the lube already open.
“You look like you’re filming a lube commercial.”
It was only after hearing the ridiculous comment that Eden came back to his senses. Refusing the role of advertisement model with determination, he poured some lube into his hand and checked the texture. Watching Eden press his slick thumb and forefinger together and pull them apart experimentally, Somerset held out one hand.
“I wanna try too.”
When Eden squeezed a little onto his palm, Somerset’s eyes sparkled like a child fascinated with a new toy. He played with it by opening and closing his hand before rubbing it onto his own cock.
The shaft, already wet, gleamed with excessive slickness.
Hoping Somerset’s erection wouldn’t fade, Eden squeezed out a generous amount of lube. Just moving his fingers downward made the tension intensify.
Would things have been easier if he’d been experienced?
Looking back on the version of himself who’d once been indifferent to desire, all Eden could think was how late he was to this.
Somerset had no hesitation about exposing such a vulnerable place, but when Eden openly felt around the opening, Somerset stiffened a little. Rather than looking down, he stared fixedly at Eden’s face alone.
Realizing what Somerset wanted, Eden lowered himself over him. Hovering at a distance where their lips nearly touched, he whispered,
“If it feels bad, tell me. I’ll probably know even if you don’t say it, I will, but still… tell me.”
Somerset narrowed his eyes at the careful tone.
“Okay. I’ll tell you even if you tell me not to. Now, are you going to leave my mouth lonely?”
Eden softly captured and released his lips.
“Ah, if you kiss me, I won’t be able to talk properly.”
“I can talk through my nose.”
Eden decided to indulge Somerset’s desperate nonsense. Kissing him with measured pressure and depth, he slowly moved his hand. He spread the lower flesh apart and pressed open the folds of the small entrance. When Somerset hooked one leg around Eden’s waist, it opened him farther, making him much easier to touch.
The sensation of exploring this new territory directly with his own body was as unfamiliar to Somerset as it was to Eden. That was exactly why Eden worked obsessively to remain relaxed. He wanted to make Somerset feel good. More than his own desire, his focus was centered on Somerset.
After persistently teasing his perineum and opening, Eden finally pushed one finger inside.
Somerset’s tongue, which had been busily exploring Eden’s mouth, faltered for a moment before quickly growing lively again. As Eden sucked on the tongue gliding along the backs of his front teeth and up to his palate, he prodded gently at Somerset’s inner walls with his fingertip.
The inside was narrow and warm. With so much lube applied, it almost felt as though the flesh itself had become wet.
Calculating that one finger would be better suited for getting Somerset accustomed to the foreign sensation rather than stretching him open, Eden carefully pushed in up to the second knuckle.
When he flexed his finger slightly in that position, Somerset turned his head away, avoiding Eden’s lips.
Breathing harshly, he muttered,
“Your hand feels like a tongue. Hah, hah, both up and down, ngh, I’m getting fucked by a tongue.”
“So… you didn’t like it?”
“I like it. I like it so much that I thought you might be enough of an idiot not to realize.”
“Yeah. I really was an idiot.”
“No. Because now… you know.”
The way Somerset stroked his hair eased some of Eden’s tension, even if his hair had been thoroughly messed up in the process.
“Anything else you want to say?”
“No. And if there’s nothing else, then what you should do is…”
“I know. If I were clueless enough not to know that, I’d be a hopeless idiot. Not just an ordinary idiot, either.”
Eden sucked lightly on Somerset’s satisfied grin. Their kiss remained subtle and leisurely, but the caresses progressed much more boldly. Touching both his cock and his ass, brushing over the tight folds of the still-narrow entrance, Eden prepared to add another finger.
By now, Somerset’s inner walls had started accepting the unfamiliar intrusion fairly well.
