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Yuri slowly reached out his hand.
The touch against his cheek was neither harsh nor entirely gentle.
At the lukewarm yet not cold touch, Chris lowered his eyes.
The guiding flowing from Yuri soaked into his body.
Like rain falling on parched earth, a serenity slowly seeped in.
The touch that silenced even his fierce nature was sweet.
Though he tried to suppress his moans, he couldn’t hide his skin flushing red even in the blue darkness.
Yuri slowly gazed at Chris’s face as color returned to it.
It felt like breathing life into a statue.
Warmth returned to his cool face and emotions lingered there. From his easily reddened earlobes to his blue eyes, turbulent like a stormy sea, they contained him.
This was a sight probably no one would see if Yuri weren’t a Guide.
He didn’t think he was fortunate to be born a Guide. If Yuri could stop being a Guide, he would gladly let all the blood flowing through his veins be drained. He would willingly accept death for it.
But, he was satisfied with just one fact—that Chris would never show this side of himself to anyone else.
‘How terribly selfish.’
Yuri scoffed at himself.
He knew himself too well.
“Do you feel a bit better?”
Chris nodded. He seemed a little stiff, as if tense.
Instead of smiling, Yuri carefully observed the flush crossing his face.
“It seems you’ve overdone it.”
“No. I’ve hardly had occasion to move my body lately… I actually think it’s fortunate.”
“Are you saying the fights in the arena weren’t even real battles?”
The corners of the man’s lips lifted almost imperceptibly. It was a skill to make it not look like a smile.
Meeting Yuri’s cool violet eyes, Chris answered calmly.
“The gap between matches was long. And it wasn’t one against many.”
“So it wasn’t enough.”
Yuri moved the hand resting on Chris’s cheek to fiddle with his hair.
He’s a dog, but not a pet. If told to sit on someone’s lap and be cute, he’d freeze up stiffly and be useless.
Yet he was too rough to be used as a sheepdog. The sheep would scatter in all directions in confusion.
‘If I had to categorize him, he’d be a fighting dog forced to serve as a guard dog.’
Unnoticed, Yuri’s hand gripped Chris’s chin and lifted his face.
Despite the domineering attitude, the face looking down with docile eyes was too handsome to belong to a man who had just been in a fierce fight.
Without much hesitation, Yuri bent down and pressed their lips together.
As his tongue entered, guiding surged in with it. Chris’s legs, which had been steadfastly firm until now, wobbled slightly. He collapsed into Yuri’s embrace, who had pulled him in while sitting up on the bed.
Chris barely managed to brace himself against the mattress before completely falling onto his master, and was helplessly swept up in Yuri’s kiss.
Had he drunk coffee? A deep aroma lingered. The slight bitter cherry scent suggested he had smoked a cigar as well.
‘It wasn’t that he couldn’t sleep, but that he couldn’t fall asleep after drinking coffee and smoking a cigar.’
Imagining Yuri’s evening routine, Chris gasped. But even if he noticed such things, it wasn’t his place to point them out.
He felt Yuri’s hand pulling up his shirt and sliding onto his lower abdomen. After feeling around his navel, the hand moved lower and wrapped around Chris’s dick.
“Yu…ri.”
Chris called his name with a gasp. Instead of answering, the other continued his caress.
His body had no strength to push away. Yuri had literally poured guiding into him, leaving him melting and languid.
Chris felt like a mollusk. It was a miracle his arm bracing against the mattress was still holding.
“Haa…”
Yuri exhaled hotly. His saliva-moistened lips glistened slightly.
“You promised, to show me. How you pleasure yourself.”
He blinked slowly.
Chris, who had been staring mesmerized at the light emanating from those purple eyes, was startled.
“What?”
His voice jumped in an odd direction. Embarrassed, Chris quickly closed his mouth.
“The bet, I mean.”
As if reading his confusion, Yuri whispered.
Of course Chris remembered that bet.
The bet about the baker’s appearance.
Although less than a week had passed, it felt like the distant past, probably because Chris wanted to escape this situation.
“B-but…”
“I’ll let you go, so do it yourself.”
Yuri whispered.
At the seemingly kind voice that was nothing more than pretense, Chris’s eyes reddened.
When would he get used to this feeling? Would that day ever come?
He felt like a tree shedding petals at the slightest spring breeze.
Even if he pretended to be composed, Yuri would know. To a Guide, an Esper was like an open book.
Chris brought his trembling hand downward. Yuri, as if granting a kindness, pulled down his pants for him.
Even at a glance, his dick was erect. The pre-fluid dripping from the tip wet Yuri’s fingers wrapped around it.
The liquid flowing down those well-shaped fingers couldn’t look more erotic.
‘Let’s get this over with.’
After a brief hesitation, Chris wrapped his hand around his own dick. Yuri, as if he’d been waiting, removed his hand.
Chris barely held back a sigh at the touch that was so close but slipped away.
“Go on.”
Yuri, sitting behind him, whispered while playing with his hair.
Chris flinched his shoulders at the ticklish breath on his cheek, then began to move his hand gripping his dick.
“Hnng…”
It was a very slow hand movement. The hardened column of flesh pulsed under his grasp as if alive. Though he hadn’t rubbed that vigorously, his palm felt hot.
Yuri watched him, holding his breath.
“Haa, ha… Yuri, Yuri.”
Despite clearly being watched, it was frustrating not being able to see Yuri’s face. At the same time, he was curious about his expression.
Worry and shame mixed as he wondered if Yuri wore a contemptuous expression at this obscene sight. Nevertheless, the excitement that had begun to rise wouldn’t subside.
“Yuri, Yuri…”
He felt like he would wear out that name. Each time he took the name of the man he didn’t want to call too casually on his lips, he felt like he was committing a sin.
His hips jerked. His lower part had hardened so much it was painful. He wanted to release like this. Thinking that he might feel more comfortable once he let out all this disgusting and vulgar desire, Chris’s hand moved faster and faster.
“Ungh!”
Fingers parted his buttocks and invaded his lower hole. Chris’s shoulders hunched.
Yuri whispered in his ear.
“You shouldn’t stop moving your hand.”
Even as he said this, Yuri’s fingers spread and entered his still narrow opening.
Despite hesitating at the foreign sensation deep in his inner wall, Chris continued to grasp and shake his dick.
“Hng, hm.”
His breathing gradually shortened. His chest rose and fell roughly. Yuri, embracing him from behind, persistently explored his private parts.
“Yuri, please. Please…”
He begged.
But even he wasn’t sure whether it was a plea for more or a request to stop.
Instead of wasting time on unnecessary worries, Yuri did what he wanted to do.
His fingers, which had reached the spot where Chris felt the most pleasure, increased in number and began thrusting movements.
“It’s okay. It’s okay, keep going.”
He felt like his lower abdomen was churning. Yuri firmly supported Chris as he twisted his body.
His mind swirled chaotically like a boat on turbulent waves.
“Hnng, aah…!”
When he finally climaxed, Chris felt lips touching the corner of his eye.
Intoxicated with pleasure, it took Chris a moment to realize what it was, and he froze.
Yuri pulled the stiffened Chris’s waist, making him raise his bottom, and without any hesitation, delved into him.
“Hwaah!”
Chris’s voice shattered sharply. Pressing down firmly on his spine, Yuri began to move his hips.
The sensation of receiving a man from behind was truly overwhelming. Yuri’s dick, already difficult to handle, felt even larger.
Even without proper lubricant, Chris’s rear opened well and swallowed Yuri. There was a hot, burning sensation, but it could hardly be called pain.
With each movement of Chris’s back as he knelt and sobbed like a hunted beast, his muscles could be seen pulsing.
They tensed whenever he exerted effort and relaxed when he tried to loosen up. Yuri slid his fingers along the contours of that highly aroused body.
It was a gentle touch unlike his rough hip movements.
Chris gasped at the heat Yuri delivered, like someone who had swallowed a fireball. Though he should crawl away if he could, he obediently received his master while lying on the mattress.
Sweat that hadn’t flowed even when dealing with three or four low-ranking Thorns Order members drenched his nape and brow.
Yuri grasped Chris’s waist and drove into him. With each rough movement, it felt like he was being pushed lower and lower.
The solid body without a single gap trembled continuously. Chris’s dick, already erect again, shot semen onto the bed sheet.
Catching the body about to collapse, Yuri seated Chris on top of himself.
“Kuh.”
Yuri brought his lips to his nape as if to kiss it, then set his teeth against his skin.
White flashed before Chris’s eyes. His hand, groping downward, touched Yuri’s thigh.
His master bit his earlobe and whispered.
“You need to move.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
