“Ah…!”
Sirius bit Yan’s neck. Just below the ear, right on the mark he had first noticed. Perhaps he had started to desire him from the moment he saw that mark.
The skin throbbed as it was sucked and nibbled. Yan tilted his head back in pain. Then he saw the wall casting shadows. It was surprising how such a gloomy place could appear after entering an alley from what had been a main street just moments ago.
“You didn’t seem like this type of person, but is this your true nature?”
“My true… nature? What do you mean?”
Yan replied, swallowing a moan as Sirius grabbed his buttocks. His grip was as strong as Procion’s.
“I mean, are you always this lewd?”
Having just bitten his neck, Sirius’s voice resonated right next to Yan’s ear. The whisper-like voice tickled his ear, making Yan shudder.
“Yes, I suppose… I am.”
Although Yan himself hadn’t known until recently, he seemed to have been born with such tendencies, knowingly or unknowingly. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be submitting his body so docilely even as the man’s hand slipped inside his jeans.
“You’re hard.”
Sirius remarked with contempt after noticing Yan’s erection. Actually, this wasn’t much different from his usual tone, but Yan felt like the world’s biggest pervert.
“My, crying from just this much…”
Sirius brought his other hand up to gently cup Yan’s cheek. Though no tears had fallen, his eyes were moist enough that it was practically the same as crying. His green eyes trembled slightly as they looked up at Sirius.
“You might have to cry more, what should we do?”
“…”
“Don’t want to answer?”
“Ah, no. It’s just…”
It was too sudden. While Yan stammered, Sirius pulled down his jeans. Then his briefs were pulled down too. Before he could protest, Yan was turned around and made to place his hands against the wall.
“Your bottom feels itchy?”
“…Yes.”
“Then what should I do about it?”
“P-please spank it.”
Smack! Sirius lightly struck Yan’s buttocks. It seemed he wasn’t satisfied with the answer. Yan let out a yelp and tried to pull away. But his waist was already in Sirius’s grasp, making escape impossible. Above all, his jeans around his ankles subtly hindered his movement.
“My lewd bottom is itchy… please hit it.”
Yan used the precise expression. He wondered if such detailed explanation was necessary, but this was what he had learned from Procion. Yan felt proud that his education was paying off.
“Huk!”
However, the next moment, Yan drew in a sharp breath. There was a sound of something cutting through the air, and then something truly “struck” his buttocks.
It was stronger than anything he had been hit with before. Certainly not a palm, and it wasn’t likely that a paddle would suddenly appear in a back alley. Yan turned his head to identify the object.
“Stay still.”
But he couldn’t, as Sirius pushed his body against the wall. Yan trembled with his upper body against the wall. He had a foreboding feeling that he had triggered something wrong.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the ominous sound he had just heard threatened again. It probably wasn’t a thin switch, as it sounded much heavier. It seemed to have more elasticity than a paddle.
What could it be? The exposed skin felt cold in the air. Yan trembled with fear, anxiety, and a bit of excitement.
“That’s it.”
“…”
“You truly have a lewd body. To still be erect despite being hit like this.”
Sirius removed his restraining hand, but Yan didn’t dare move. Looking at him, Sirius pulled his belt taut with both hands.
The object Yan had been curious about was a belt. Obviously not something bought for this purpose, but it seemed to work well enough. Sirius lightly clenched and unclenched his fist. The sensation of leather striking skin still lingered like an afterimage.
From the feel of it sticking to skin to the reddening, swelling flesh.
“…”
Sirius didn’t want to be deeply involved with anyone. The same applied to Yan Circuitz. That’s why he made various excuses to people who occasionally approached him, not even beginning relationships.
But should he act the same way now?
Yan Circuitz was clearly human, but different from others. He had already met Procion and shared his body with him. That alone made him no ordinary person.
The heat coursing through his veins was unbearable. Sirius gave up trying to act rationally. He wanted to do something—even he himself couldn’t exactly define what, but something.
Crack!
“Ahh!”
As he swung his arm instinctively, Yan arched his back from the belt strike. Though he seemed to be in great pain, Sirius didn’t stop. Hitting the same spot repeatedly, Yan’s legs buckled and he trembled, barely holding onto the wall.
“It, it hurts… it hurts. Master, it hurts…”
“Who are you calling master? As far as I know, Yan has another master. Not even recognizing your own master properly… is that how he educated you?”
“…I’m sorry. It just slipped out from habit.”
Yan answered with a sniffle. He knew Sirius possessed inhuman strength, but he didn’t expect him to hit so painfully. The feeling that he had disturbed something took on a more concrete form and approached rapidly.
“Yan. Now that I look at it, your bottom is pretty. Isn’t it a shame to hide such a bottom under a uniform?”
“N-no, it’s not.”
Surprisingly, Sirius now showed a talent for lewd talk. While Yan was partly happy to take this as a compliment, he also felt pathetic for feeling that way.
“It looks even prettier when it’s red and well-cooked.”
Whoosh, whoosh! The heavy sound of air being cut resonated. Sirius was swinging the belt in the air. Unable to look behind him, Yan flinched each time. After a couple of these warning-like sounds, the belt struck Yan’s buttocks.
“Ahhh!”
The brick wall was Yan’s only support. He gripped it so tightly that his fingernails ached, trying to endure the pain.
As he continued to be struck on the buttocks, Yan thought his past self from just yesterday was foolish. He had thought himself to be quite a decent masochist, but he was wrong. Pain was simply pain. Yan’s dick had already gone limp.
Then, Sirius threw the belt aside. Ignoring the belt lying on the ground, he stared fixedly at Yan’s buttocks. The already bruising buttocks were like overly ripened fruit. The kind that would surely drip sweet juice if bitten into.
“I wonder what would happen if I took you like this.”
Yan clearly heard the voice behind him. Though it was low and small, it penetrated his ears distinctly.
“I’d, I’d like that…”
Yan said, trying to calm his trembling body. Though the situation was a bit different from what he had imagined, it was what he had been hoping for. He added clearly, fearing Sirius might not have heard him.
“I’d like it. Please put it i— Huk!”
Large palms grabbed and spread his buttocks. Soon after, he felt something blunt touching his entrance. As the insertion began, Yan could imagine how long and thick the dick was, just from the tip.
‘This is going inside me? Without lubricant?’
Good tension and bad tension mixed together. The tension was so extreme that his legs weakened, but since Sirius was firmly holding his lower body, his posture didn’t collapse. Yan arched his back, trying to forget the pain of penetration. Then Sirius brought his lips to the nape of his neck.
Soft, gentle kisses followed. They were like reassuring kisses. Yan consciously relaxed at this. But the next moment, Sirius bit into the nape of his neck.
“Ahh!”
Simultaneously, the dick pushed in earnestly. Sirius held Yan’s gasping, bewildered body. A distant thudding sound could be heard from somewhere. When he came to his senses, he realized it was the sound of his buttocks and Sirius’s scrotum colliding.
“Ah, ah- ah!”
Blue veins stood out on Yan’s neck as he whimpered. Sirius tasted them, tapping the veins with the tip of his tongue. This made Yan gasp and hiccup.
“Yan, try to relax a bit. Yes, like that… Does it hurt a lot?”
“Ah, it, it hurts, it hurts but…”
