Chapter 21
After squeezing his sides, I buried my forehead against the shoulder in front of me. Smack, smack. Shallow kisses followed along my earlobe. He slid his hand between my buttocks and bent his fingertips with force. The hand that had been fiddling with the perineum where soft, tender flesh gathered behind my testicles burrowed deeper. The touch groping around my anal area over the thin cotton of my briefs was more lewd than touching bare skin.
“You like being embarrassed. Show me washing… here for sex.”
“Uugh, ugh…”
The sound of viscous saliva sticking and falling occupied my ears. Using his lips and tongue in various ways to kiss and trace the complex contours that formed my ear, he seemed to be kissing my ear.
Just hearing the obscene request made my buttocks flinch. I rubbed my forehead against his shoulder and bit my lips, but it was hard to control myself. My shoulders hunched, and my breathing completely broke from rhythm.
My waist twisted at the hand rubbing as if it would break through my briefs and burrow into my anus at any moment. Even so, I pretended otherwise, suppressing my voice as I asked.
“My buttocks… do you like them that much?”
“I do. You look thin when clothed… but when naked, it’s a reversal.”
For a moment his hand burrowed inside the band of my briefs. Then he pushed the briefs down with his fingertips.
“I can’t grab it all with one hand.”
A dreamy, sigh-like voice muttered by my ear.
As if to prove his words, he spread his fingers wide and gripped the flesh tightly. The white flesh that would be bulging out between his long fingers was vivid in my mind. His breathing became even more roughly disheveled as he looked down at my buttocks over my shoulder.
This time I bit down on the shoulder in front of me. But he paid no attention to me biting and scratching his body.
The hand that had been shaking the flesh while gripping my buttocks now ticklishly stroked the surface of the round curves.
“Having something like this… seducing men would be easy too. Who wouldn’t like it. Crazy.”
“Come to think of it… everyone seemed to particularly like doggy style… heut!”
He suddenly gripped my buttocks tightly and twisted the flesh.
It was the same reaction as in Bangkok. As expected. I could make him as rough as I wanted by stimulating his jealousy. I liked his skillfulness in whispering lewd words and stimulating mental erogenous zones, but it was also thrilling to see him lose balance, reveal his possessiveness, and bare his fangs.
He didn’t delay any longer after separating from my body. He unfastened his own buckle and removed all his lower garments. It was instantaneous. Becoming completely naked, he bent down while roughly pulling down my underwear that had been awkwardly hanging around the middle of my thighs.
Grabbing the edge of the pile of clothes caught on my ankles, he looked up with an indifferent face.
“What are you doing? Take your feet out.”
After instantly pulling my feet out of the pants bunched at my ankles and the shoes and underwear below them, I bent my waist and took off my socks one by one. As soon as I became naked, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the bathroom behind us.
Befitting a quite high-grade suite room, the bathroom was spacious and comfortable. Decorated with ivory marble, it was overall elegant while having a luxurious feel added through the use of high-end finishing materials. A shower booth was positioned directly facing the dressing room, with a toilet completely separated by an opaque door to its right.
He headed straight across the hall toward the shower booth. He pulled open the glass door and stepped aside as if yielding the order, then looked back at me.
“……”
Was he really telling me to go in alone and shower?
My naked body exposed under the bright lighting felt somewhat embarrassing, so I looked at him while awkwardly covering my cock with my right hand, but he only raised his eyebrows with an expression asking what I was doing standing there instead of going in.
I like big cocks, there were many men who liked my buttocks. —Whether it was a misunderstanding or not, he seemed stimulated by my statements. Like a young man showing childish jealousy over a lover’s past, wanting to see the first appearance I’d never shown anyone.
He stared at me without any change in expression. He didn’t seem to have any intention of backing down.
“Hmm…”
I had no choice but to sigh and step into the shower booth… but actually, I didn’t feel any particular resistance. Rather, my skin was becoming sensitive with anticipation and curiosity.
The door closed behind me.
I walked to the faucet and looked back before turning the lever. He was leaning his shoulder against the narrow wall beside the glass door, looking this way obliquely. Though he was pretending to have an indifferent expression, his upper arms, chest, and shoulders that were firmly crossed were tensely swollen with excitement.
Water poured from the large showerhead embedded in the ceiling. My hair instantly got soaked and covered my forehead. I swept my hair back with both hands after running them over my face. I could clearly feel his gaze persistently devouring my back, buttocks, and bare legs.
In terms of being exposed to others, it was no different from showering in a sauna. However, just being conscious of a gaze watching me with sexual meaning made it an act of a completely different color. The extremely mundane act of rubbing my shoulders with a sponge that had shower gel on it became part of masturbation, of caressing myself.
His hands weren’t even touching my body. He too was completely naked beyond the single glass door, just like me. Yet shame arose as if I alone had been forced to become naked and have my private parts exposed before him.
I raised my arms to wash my armpits, rubbed my chest and lower abdomen, and rubbed the sponge against my pubic hair. While slightly spreading my legs and lowering my posture awkwardly to rub my crotch… I had to bite my lower lip. The core of my body trembled. I knew that shame was a stimulant for me, but I didn’t know I could feel such pleasure just from being watched.
I fumbled and pressed against the glass wall.
Rich foam flowed down from various parts of my entire body. Even that trivially light presence made my skin tingle. I lowered my head and heaved my shoulders greatly to catch my breath. I pushed my hand deeper between my legs and rubbed my buttock cleft. The cock in my field of vision couldn’t lie. The cock that had heated up red and was nodding revealed my arousal as it was.
After fumblingly setting the sponge down on the shelf, I put my hand between my legs once more. After rubbing and washing below with my bare hand several times, I pushed my middle finger’s nail into the hole made slippery with foam.
“Uugh, mm. Heut…”
In an awkward position with my knees bent, I inserted and withdrew about one joint of my finger, gently loosening the tightness. That shallow insertion didn’t cause direct pleasure. However, the situation of completely exposing this extremely private preparation process for sex to him… that itself was already stimulation.
It wasn’t difficult to imagine how my current appearance was being drawn to him behind me. The hand pressed against the glass wall slipped and I had to reposition it several times.
“Heu, heut. Hup.”
Thud.
It was the sound of a dull weight hitting the glass.
I stopped my actions and looked back over my shoulder. He stood right in front of the shower booth, leaning his forehead against the glass door while staring this way blankly. Thud, thud. He lightly knocked the door with his forehead a couple more times. His face looked somewhat dejected at first glance. As if he couldn’t enter here because I wouldn’t allow it.
“Heueu… heut.”
Pushing my middle finger deeper, about two joints in, I looked down. He was slowly stroking his own cock that had grown hard to a painful degree. Pre-cum was almost flowing out from the thickly expanded cock, making the entire cock glisten. Each time his long fingers pushed toward the cock then pulled toward the base, it bobbed heavily.
I wanted that thing swaying before my eyes.
After slowly pulling my finger out from inside, I grabbed both buttocks and pulled them outward. I exposed the pulled hole nakedly before his eyes. I could feel the trajectory of foam slowly flowing between my buttock cleft. Without realizing it, I tensed my muscles with a flinch. The hole must have quivered.
I knew the door had opened when the air touching my skin became cold. He hugged my body tightly from behind. It was a strong embrace that made movement impossible. His hard, hot cock was buried between my buttocks and crushed, and his chest touching my shoulder blades was pounding. The lips touching my earlobe whispered hotly.
“Do you usually shower so… seductively?”
“Should I preserve the fantasy, or tell you the reality?”
“Even if you tell me reality, it seems like it would become fantasy.”
I turned my head to meet his eyes. In the meantime, his hair had also gotten thoroughly wet. His wet face looked more wild than usual. I wanted to kiss him. I slid my tongue along his distinct jawline while stroking the veined arms that tightly embraced my torso.
“Usually I do enemas… sitting down.”
“……”
I wondered if he might not know what enemas meant, but seeing the lust deepening in his eyes that looked down at me while slowly blinking, I knew that wasn’t it. His brow furrowed. His parted lips moved as if trying to say something, then he bit his lower lip hard. Then he lowered his head deeper and bit my neck.
“You make me imagine it.”
The voice that muttered like talking to himself after a short curse sounded pained.
“Eut, marks… you can’t leave marks.”
“I know.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
