“It’s alright.”
Unlike Iberis, who was flustered like someone caught doing something wrong, Lucas remained calm. Far from letting Iberis go, he instead adjusted his hold and embraced him more tightly.
Smack.
Deliberately making a sound as he kissed the saliva-slicked lips, Lucas blocked the team members’ approach with his low, husky voice.
“…I’m guiding the Major, so don’t come in.”
“What? Ah, yes sir!”
At Lucas’s order not to come any closer, the approaching footsteps all stopped at once. As Iberis’s body stiffened at the presence felt nearby, Lucas stroked his tense nape as if to say not to worry. As he rubbed the heated, reddened earlobe with his thumb, the body pressed against him flinched.
“I hope no one will bother us until we come out, Lieutenant Cali.”
“Understood.”
An Esper receiving guiding is in their most vulnerable state. Knowing that Iberis disliked showing his weakened state in front of others, Brenda and the team members retreated tactfully instead of questioning Lucas’s request.
As the presence of others faded, Lucas pressed his lips against Iberis’s again as if he had been waiting for this moment. Then he hesitated at the tangy taste on his tongue. A drop of blood had formed on Iberis’s lower lip, though it was unclear when it had split.
“…You’ve gotten a wound.”
“You, bit it, ngh.”
“I forgot how delicate your lips are. I’m sorry.”
“St-stop, ha, doing, mmh.”
Iberis trembled as Lucas gently licked his injured lower lip with his tongue. Every time the pointed flesh touched the torn skin, a stinging sensation arose. The strange thing was that it felt good even though it hurt.
Enveloped in this peculiar sensation, Iberis couldn’t keep his hands still and wrinkled Lucas’s clothes mercilessly. Unlike his own, the soft touch tickling his lips sent tingles down his spine and electricity through his limbs.
“Haa.”
Lucas, who had been lapping at the soft flesh like a cat grooming, let out a quiet sigh. Then he engulfed Iberis’s lips, which had become plumper than usual, in one go.
“Nngh…!”
Iberis moaned deep in his throat as the tongue invading through the gap in his lips roughly stirred inside his mouth. His mouth, which had warmed up from the previous kiss, grew even hotter.
Slurp, smack.
Wet sounds echoed as their lips, moistened with both of their saliva, collided and rubbed against each other. His hands clutching Lucas’s broad shoulders trembled as the pleasure intensified. The world spun as the sensation filled him to the tips of his hair, and his already ragged breathing became even more rapid.
“Ahh, s-stop… mm.”
Iberis panted, gripping Lucas’s clothes tightly as if they were a lifeline. He felt like he might lose consciousness otherwise.
“Breathe.”
Lucas whispered, momentarily pausing the kiss but keeping their lips touching. Peck, peck. He continued with small kisses while Iberis caught his breath. Meanwhile, he lowered his hand from massaging the nape to gently caress the quivering, thin back.
“Ah!”
Exhaling ragged breaths with a tired face, Iberis’s eyes flew open in surprise as the hand that had entered his combat uniform caressed his waist. Goosebumps rose at the sensation of fingers with a different warmth exploring his bare skin. A strange heat arose from the languid touch that seemed intent on relaxing his cold-stiffened body.
“What, are you, ngh, ah, no… hii!”
As Iberis struggled to escape Lucas’s embrace, he let out a short cry of pleasure and hunched his shoulders when fingers that had moved up to his chest firmly pressed his most sensitive part. Every time the calloused thumb brushed against his skin, an electrifying shudder ran down his spine and through his entire body.
“Mmh, hnn, th-this is weird, don’t… hah.”
Pleas tinged with sobs leaked from between his lips at the unfamiliar stimulation. Iberis’s words and moans soon disappeared into Lucas’s mouth. The silver-gray eyes, tinged with a faint red, shook violently at the kiss that had started again.
Iberis tightly closed his eyes, unable to bear the mana penetrating his body and the fierce pleasure sweeping through his mouth. As his mouth and chest were caressed simultaneously, his mind alternated between turning pure white and black. His fingertips and toes curled inward.
Lucas continued to bite and suck on Iberis’s lips as if still unsatisfied. He had occasionally harbored desires for Iberis even before becoming aware of his feelings.
In this situation, having realized his feelings and even touching Iberis, he couldn’t regain his senses. His fear of losing control had become reality. So even though Lucas knew Iberis was struggling, he couldn’t easily stop.
“Haa.”
Lucas trapped the small, cute tongue with his lips, gently nibbling it as he exhaled heated breaths. His golden eyes, clouded with lust, flickered ominously. He was truly on the brink of losing his reason now. Squeezing out his remaining patience, he parted his lips. The hand that had been fondling Iberis’s chest also withdrew from the combat uniform.
“Huu…”
As the heat that had been roughly violating his mouth retreated, Iberis collapsed into Lucas’s arms like a puppet with cut strings. He panted heavily with his face buried in the firm shoulder.
“Are you alright?”
Lucas asked in a deeply lowered voice as he pressed his lips against the cheek that had regained its color, as if stamping it. Seeing the lips swollen from the repeated stimulation, his lust surged again. He took a short, deep breath, suppressing the desire swirling in his chest.
“Fortunately, the emergency treatment worked. We’ve put out the immediate fire, so shall we return to the unit for now? This place isn’t suitable for continuing the guiding.”
“Emergency… treatment?”
This? Iberis muttered with a dumbfounded expression. He couldn’t believe what had happened to him, but he didn’t have the energy left to question it.
“It’s not like this level would be enough, is it?”
Lucas answered as if being asked something obvious. Then he nuzzled his nose against the nape exposed between the sweat-soaked black hair. He sighed in relief as he confirmed that warmth was now circulating through the body that had been as cold as a corpse.
Thump thump.
Lucas smiled faintly as he felt the heart beating strongly. He was finally reassured to hear a regular rhythm instead of the precarious beating that seemed like it might stop at any moment.
But there was still a long way to go. Lucas frowned as he sensed that Iberis’s internal mana was still unstable. He had prevented the rampage, but it wasn’t a state that could be called fine yet.
“We need to treat your shoulder and arm too… We’ll do the full guiding after we return to the unit. For now, get some sleep.”
Lucas hurriedly left the boss room while carrying the limp Iberis.
“You, huff… never mind.”
Iberis’s lips moved as if he had something to say, but then he just leaned on Lucas. There was much he wanted to question, but everything was tiresome now. His eyelids, unable to resist the oncoming fatigue, slowly closed. He lost consciousness right there.
* * *
Cold, no, is it hot?
Iberis groaned with furrowed brows as heat and chills alternately visited him. Pained sounds continuously flowed from between his lips, which were covered in white flakes.
I’m thirsty.
Feeling intense thirst, Iberis silently moved his lips. He wanted to call someone and ask for water, but all that came out was labored breathing.
“Ugh…”
“Would you like some water?”
Luke? Iberis moved his lips towards the one who had spoken to him. Then a soft, warm sensation overlapped his lips.
Flinch.
Iberis’s hand clutching the blanket twitched as a blunt flesh parted his lips and entered. Soon, lukewarm water flowed into his parched mouth.
Ah.
Letting out a small exclamation, Iberis hastily drank the water like a person who had found an oasis in the desert. But the amount was too small to quench his thirst.
“More…”
Smack. As the lips separated with a wet sound, he became anxious. Iberis unconsciously reached out to grab the one trying to move away. Perhaps because some water had entered, this time his voice came out.
“Not enough? I think you need medicine more than water…”
After a low murmur, lips pressed together again. As the water, sweet as if mixed with honey, moistened his mouth and flowed down his throat, Iberis’s expression relaxed considerably. Without realizing it, he raised both arms and hugged the other person tightly.
Perhaps surprised by the sudden action, the one slowly transferring water hesitated. Then, muttering a curse, they let out a guttural sound.
“…Are you going to keep tempting me when I’m already trying my hardest to hold back?”
I don’t want to become a scoundrel who pounces on a patient. The one giving Iberis water growled softly like a hungry beast.
The voice dripping with such thick desire that it made his hair stand on end instantly cleared Iberis’s mind. Opening his eyes, Iberis called out with a blank face.
“Luke…?”
