After debating whether it would be better to explain what he was doing or simply continue, Eden chose the latter. Even without being told, Somerset would feel it with his body. The way he was opening up below, the way the flesh inside was gradually spreading apart.
Slowly, Eden increased the number of fingers. It was tight, but easier than he’d expected, so he assumed it was thanks to Somerset’s cooperative attitude and flexibility.
But Eden’s calmness and caution played a role too.
Even though it felt as if his brain were melting and his cock was swelling to the point of bursting, he faithfully upheld the priority he’d firmly decided on. Somerset’s pleasure came first, no matter what. With every gentle yet sticky touch accompanying that intention, Somerset’s body gradually yielded.
“Haa, ngh—”
When Eden stirred the inside with two fingers, Somerset let out a violent moan. He seemed to have completely lost the ability to regulate his breathing. Eden gave him a light kiss as a signal, guiding him on when to inhale and exhale. Unconsciously following him, Somerset’s chest rose and fell before he pressed their lips together deeply again.
If the saliva tangled between them had been thread, it would’ve taken ages to unravel. Fortunately, it dissolved shapelessly instead, letting their tongues move freely.
Eden indulged in the ravenous kiss before finally breaking away, drawing a strand of saliva aside as he did. It was the moment he added a third finger. He wanted to check Somerset’s condition with his own eyes, and he thought it would be easier for Somerset to breathe alone for a while too.
The opening, drenched in lube, delivered a visual shock. Every time his fingers slid in and out, the color of the flesh pulled open slightly, staining Eden’s thoughts with the same hue.
Red.
Lowering his long lashes, entranced, Eden murmured,
“You’ve stretched quite a bit. To fit mine in, just a little more…”
“Not… a little. Yours, haa… a little won’t… be enough.”
Somerset corrected him through ragged breaths.
His tone was light, but it wasn’t something Eden could dismiss as a joke, and the realization made him solemn. If he could make himself smaller right now, he would have.
Burdened with an almost instinctive guilt, Eden widened him further while gripping and stroking Somerset’s cock. He wanted the pleasure to never fade for even a moment.
Overwhelmed by both sensuality and pain, Somerset trembled. His waist rocked fluidly, and the muscles of his thighs stood out in sharp lines. His powerful body made even the smallest movement dramatic. Heat gathered in Eden’s eyes as he watched him, making his mouth dry.
He wanted to lick every inch between Somerset’s legs and devour him whole.
Trying to suppress that boiling desire, Eden instead acted on it. He bit and sucked at the inside of Somerset’s thigh. The artificial sweetness of the lube lingered nearby, but the taste of his skin overwhelmed it. Leaving faint teeth marks behind, Eden moved his fingers in different directions, pressing against the inner walls.
The more he approached, touched, and pushed deeper inside, the more Somerset fell apart from pleasure.
He welcomed the way Eden crushed all sense of distance and rudely invaded his senses.
“Th-that side too, haa… that side too, do it there too.”
Shaking his other leg insistently, Somerset urged him on, and Eden obediently complied. He stained Somerset’s thighs with lust and fixed his gaze between his legs. The stretched opening looked as though it were chewing.
As though it were greedily eating his fingers.
Before Eden could force himself to say something so explicit out loud, Somerset lowered his own hand and touched himself below. Confirming how tightly he was clamped around Eden’s fingers, he scrunched his nose.
“Wow, ah… it’s my own body, but… this is incredible.”
Just as he said, Somerset’s body was incredible. Strong, elastic, and sensitive. He endured well, and he felt everything intensely. Lips, ears, nape, collarbones, armpits, chest…
Everywhere Eden touched grew hot and tensed, and in the end Somerset even yielded his weakest place from the inside.
Eden curled the fingers buried deep inside him like hooks. When he searched along the inner walls and brushed against a slightly raised spot, Somerset gasped sharply. The harsh sound that scraped from his throat made his condition obvious.
A thrilling jolt shot through Eden too.
It wasn’t simply that he’d learned one more thing about Somerset. It was practically the same as discovering the button that could render him helpless.
And in turn, that granted Eden power.
That “button” transformed Eden into a gentle predator. Somerset flopped and writhed like a fish caught in a net, yet willingly chose the role of healthy, obedient prey instead of escaping. By the time Eden’s fingers were thrusting rapidly all the way to the base, another burst of cloudy fluid splattered from Somerset’s cock. He’d climaxed again with his lower abdomen rigid, and it spilled down to mix with the lube.
Like those sticky fluids tangled together, Eden felt as though his fingers themselves were clinging to Somerset’s flesh.
And he thought:
Before they became one body, he needed to put something else inside him.
Something that truly could make them one.
His eyes searched for the condom box teetering dangerously at the edge of the wide bed as he withdrew his fingers. For a moment, it felt like he’d stepped into a silent film.
Even the crinkling sound of the condom wrapper being torn open with his teeth and hands didn’t register in his ears, but seeing Somerset’s softly moving lips snapped him back to reality.
He’d blocked out even Somerset’s breathing.
What the hell was wrong with his head?
Barely regaining his senses, Eden pulled himself out of the silent movie.
As Eden carefully put the condom on with extra deliberation born from inexperience, Somerset glanced between him and the discarded condom box and hummed thoughtfully.
“Hm… is it small? Jonas said he bought the large size.”
Holding up his own cock—which had already climaxed three times by now—Somerset poked repeatedly at Eden’s erection with it.
Ignoring the distraction, Eden stubbornly finished rolling on the condom before lowering himself over Somerset.
“Don’t talk about other people.”
As far as jealousy targets went, Jonas was practically a benefactor. He’d made this penetrative sex possible when it had nearly fallen through entirely.
But still, Eden didn’t like it.
Right now, he wanted there to be only the two of them. Only the two of them connecting.
Only thinking of each other. Only feeling each other.
Eden revealed a desire as unfamiliar to him as the act itself.
And that outpouring of possessiveness pleased Somerset.
“Mm. My mistake.”
Somerset admitted it easily and stroked Eden’s face. The moment his thumb brushed close to Eden’s lips, Eden seized it and kissed it. Then Somerset slipped a finger between Eden’s lips, and Eden sucked greedily on it while guiding his painfully swollen cock down against Somerset’s opening.
He rubbed the head shamelessly against the slick entrance while holding Somerset’s gaze. A faint tension lingered in his eyes, and sticky heat transmitted itself through the thin layer of rubber.
“Hngh!”
This time, Eden was the one who made a mistake. Pushed by ragged breathing, he accidentally bit down hard on Somerset’s finger.
Quickly opening his mouth in alarm, Eden watched as Somerset slowly withdrew the finger, dragging it across Eden’s teeth.
“It’s a little early to be putting a ring on me.”
Somerset joked, comparing the bite mark to a ring. The indentation was fairly clear, but because it crossed the middle of his second knuckle, it didn’t really resemble one.
When Somerset moved the hand that had been in their line of sight up above his head, both of them swallowed hard as though they’d planned it together.
Their bodies knew the moment had come.
It wasn’t easy.
The excess lube made things slippery, and Somerset’s entrance seemed to tighten again almost immediately.
But Eden managed it in the end.
The instant he entered that narrow interior, dizziness crashed over him like vertigo. And instinctively, he knew.
What Somerset was feeling had to be even more intense.
The blazing amber eyes looked clouded over, and it made Eden anxious. Somerset’s long dark lashes trembled faintly.
“Somerset.”
Exhaling the breath he’d been holding, Eden called to him.
Thankfully, Somerset hadn’t drifted too far away. His response came quickly. Frowning, Somerset parted his lips.
Eden.
Even without sound, Eden could read his own name there.
The act connecting them carried a dramatic impact far beyond imagination, yet it wasn’t purely romantic.
It felt good, but it was also overwhelmingly tight and difficult.
Thinking Somerset would suffer more if he paused with the thickest part caught halfway in, Eden pushed the head all the way through. After several attempts, he finally made it past safely and stopped.
“Sorry. Did it hurt?”
He stared at Somerset intensely as he asked. Even the bead of sweat trailing along the outline of Somerset’s face filled him with worry.
“I’m sorry.”
Opening his trembling lips, Eden apologized again.
More than the pain of feeling like his cock was being crushed flat, what truly reached him was the expression on Somerset’s face.
Somerset weakly shook his head and wrapped his arms around Eden’s neck. Their overheated bodies pressed together.
They stayed like that for a while.
Catching their breath.
Focusing only on each other as though the world contained no one else.
At last, when Eden felt the languid breath slipping from Somerset’s lips, he was the first to move again and kissed him.
“When you’re okay… then I’ll move.”
He could’ve sworn it with everything he had.
After looking at Somerset with solemn eyes, Eden puckered his lips like a bird pecking and stole another kiss from him. He fed breath into Somerset’s dazed, slightly parted mouth.
Somerset swallowed everything Eden gave him and said,
“I’m okay. Haa… I’ve been okay the whole time.”
“No, you’re not. Your eyes are red. If I make you cry… then that’s too much… I don’t think I can handle that.”
What clouded Somerset’s eyes was moisture.
Even while worrying endlessly over the tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, Eden couldn’t bring himself to wipe them away carelessly.
Realizing what kind of tears had made Eden hesitate, Somerset’s lips curved.
The fluttering little laugh that escaped him sounded light, almost airy.
“Taste them.”
“What?”
“If I cry, haa… lick them up and taste them. They’ll taste good.”
He tapped beneath his eye with a fingertip and brought it to Eden’s lips. There were no actual tears on it, but it still tasted sweet.
“If you cry because you’re sad, they taste bad. But tears from feeling good, from happiness, taste good.”
“Who says that? Has that even been scientifically proven—”
“I do. And everything I say is right.”
There was no need for experiments or proof.
Somerset’s confidence itself transformed his words into undeniable truth.
Eden devoted his tenderness to Somerset completely, following him without reservation.
Slowly, he began moving his hips. Searching carefully for the spots that made Somerset especially sensitive, he stroked Somerset’s cock at the same time.
Somerset didn’t keep his hands still either. He touched Eden everywhere he could reach.
As though he were kneading and shaping a lump of clay into a masterpiece.
The louder the slick sounds of friction became amid their ragged breathing, the harder Eden had to keep himself together. If he let his guard down even a little, he’d lose his reason entirely.
Scolding himself internally, he continued exploring Somerset’s body.
Ironically, the greatest trials and hardships he encountered while chasing pleasure were Somerset himself. Eden had already nearly stumbled twice from the overwhelming sensation of Somerset touching, pinching, and scratching at his body.
And Eden blamed himself for being unable to stop him because he liked it too much.
Tensing his spine to keep from collapsing, Eden thrust upward as though prying open Somerset’s insides with his cock.
And just as he withdrew, Somerset threw his head back.
His chest arched dramatically upward, and the hand gripping Eden’s forearm tightened hard enough for his short nails to dig into the skin.
If Eden failed to realize what that reaction meant, it wouldn’t be because he was inexperienced.
It would be because he was an idiot.
Fortunately, Eden was sharp, and physically gifted by nature.
Tilting the angle slightly upward as he thrust again, the inner walls clung wetly around his cock. The way they squeezed along the shaft felt stubborn, as though refusing to let him go.
“Ahh, ah…”
Even while dazed by the unfamiliar sensation, Somerset fell apart without resistance. His muscular chest rose and fell rapidly, and both his legs tensed.
The violent stirring deep inside him clouded his eyes once more.
“Taste them. They’ll taste good.”
Somerset’s earlier words replayed in Eden’s memory and guided him. Before tears had even gathered properly, Eden licked at the corners of Somerset’s eyes while continuing to thrust through his soft inner flesh.
It felt like his cock was being sucked.
From the entrance all the way inside, Somerset repeatedly clenched around him, his inner walls wrapping around him with sticky heat.
“Somerset. Somerset.”
Murmuring his name unconsciously, Eden reached climax first.
Since it happened completely beyond his control, he himself was the most startled by it. He stopped moving, panting hard as he tried to recover his breath, while Somerset watched him with a mischievous smile.
“If I say you’re cute, will you get mad?”
Wouldn’t it be better to be considered cute than pathetic?
Eden considered it seriously before shaking his head.
Whatever Somerset called him, he could never get angry at him.
“You’re cute and sexy.”
For a moment, Eden honestly wanted to cover his ears. No matter how many times he heard Somerset’s voice, he simply couldn’t build immunity to words that explicit.
And because Somerset meant them sincerely, they were even harder to endure.
With his burning red ears fully exposed, Eden cleaned up the situation below. Pulling out of the still painfully tight heat was the hardest part, and especially intense for Somerset.
The movement dragged along his inner walls in reverse, like drawing a long line through them, and Somerset let out a strained sound.
When the thick head finally slipped free from the entrance, the breath spilling from him sounded almost like a sob.
