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His thick thighs parted silently.
With a gesture inviting him to enter, Yuri burrowed between them.
Chris looked up at Yuri with heated eyes.
No matter how many times he saw it, it was a beautiful body.
His slender yet elastic upper body was packed with muscle. His smoothly tapered shoulders stretched out pleasingly, broad and clean-lined.
If asked what was most beautiful about Yuri, Chris felt he would never be able to answer definitively.
The shoulder blades that stood out with every slight movement, the muscles that pulled taut when he extended his arms. The veins that turned slightly white when he gripped him, the fingers that moved with such grace.
Chris’s gaze was always fixed on Yuri, and there were so many things he loved about him.
Just the other day, he’d nearly been caught staring intently at the hair that slightly covered Yuri’s nape when he tilted his head back.
Yuri seemed to think Chris had momentarily lost himself in thought.
‘That’s rather fortunate.’
Chris exhaled in relief.
If possible, he wanted to hide just how obsessive a person he truly was.
Yuri pulled Chris’s hand and placed it on the belt buckle he had unfastened. Chris pulled down the zipper as if entranced.
He could already feel Yuri’s dick, hardened with excitement. Hastily pulling down his briefs, the menacingly erect dick revealed itself.
Chris unconsciously swallowed and wrapped both hands around the dick. Suppressing the urge to grip and pull too forcefully, he began to move his hands.
He caressed and stroked the skin that had become so taut that almost all wrinkles had disappeared. The dick, which had seemed as if it couldn’t get any harder, expanded and grew in volume within his grasp.
Chris’s hands moved without hesitation to the glans of the dick.
A viscous liquid wet his fingers.
“Mmh.”
Yuri, who had been looking at him, slightly lowered his head and gritted his teeth.
Watching that Adam’s apple move, Chris felt his own body growing excited.
Chris moved his hand, spreading the pre-ejaculate that had already flowed out over Yuri’s dick.
“Chris…s.”
Yuri murmured haltingly as he pulled down the rest of Chris’s underwear. Chris was just as aroused.
Being fondled a few times on the chest and getting so heated just from seeing Yuri undressed—he was certainly an easy man.
The urgency in Yuri’s touch as he grabbed and caressed Chris’s thighs betrayed his excitement.
“Ah.”
Chris parted his lips to release a soft sigh.
The man who had been manipulating and devouring Chris’s body with precise calculation was now flushing red around the eyes like an inexperienced youth.
Chris unconsciously swallowed as he saw the desire filling Yuri’s purple eyes.
It felt as if possessing Yuri now would mean possessing all of him.
“Yuri.”
A pleading tone escaped him without realizing.
When the tip of the erect dick touched his not-yet-loosened entrance, a shiver ran down his spine.
Even as his shoulders hunched, Chris embraced Yuri instead of pushing him away.
“I’ll wet you properly, soon…”
Yuri murmured.
Chris believed him without question. He knew all too well how wet Yuri already was.
Thrust.
“Ngh…!”
Chris clutched the sheets at the sensation of the hard flesh piercing into him.
He could see Yuri’s brow slightly furrowing as he positioned himself between Chris’s legs.
Knowing it was due to the pressure, Chris tried to breathe deeply and relax.
Even though all he’d done was take Yuri inside, beads of sweat formed at his temples.
Yuri grabbed Chris’s chest, which he had been teasing from the beginning, and moved his hands.
“Hah, ungh.”
The sight of his arm muscles tensing and moving as if kneading dough caught Chris’s attention.
“You need to breathe.”
At this soothing remark, Chris nodded with a flushed face.
As his thoughts, which had been focused solely on below, began to spread elsewhere, breathing became much easier.
“Quite luscious,” Yuri whispered.
“To know how to ripen so red with just a little touching.”
His tone suggested he found it endearing.
While momentarily hardening his gaze as if he too was suffering, his whisper remained quite gentle.
If Chris hadn’t been facing Yuri, he might have been completely fooled.
“Please, suck them.”
The request, spat out by this otherwise impassive man with reddened eyes, had something that moved people.
Yuri, without even teasing, lowered his head and bit Chris’s nipple. He used his teeth to scrape the sensitive skin with their pointed tips.
“Ahh!”
A suppressed cry escaped at the stimulation, more intense than expected.
Yuri acted as if it had never happened, beginning to suck on Chris’s chest in earnest.
He licked with his tongue as if to soothe the area he had deliberately scraped with his teeth, while kneading the chest. Following the gradually relaxing muscles, a tingling sensation spread, tickling his lower abdomen.
Chris panted, thirsting for the guiding energy that trickled in. Yuri, carefully studying Chris’s face, released just enough guiding energy to leave him wanting more.
Eyes unfocused as if in ecstasy from having his chest sucked—it was incomparably lewd.
Enough to naturally provoke spite, even in the one who had molded him this way.
Yuri pushed his dick deeper inside.
Chris gasped at the thrust.
His breath rose to the tip of his chin.
The thing splitting him from below felt like it was cutting his body in half.
But though he could only tremble his hips slightly, Chris couldn’t push him away, instead opening his wet mouth to exhale a murky breath.
Watching this scene, Yuri slowly sank his teeth into his chest, opening his mouth wide.
“Yu, ri…!”
It wasn’t such a significant stimulus compared to the rough movement of his hips.
Yet at the same time, it was an unfamiliar sensation he rarely felt.
“Hnng… ugh.”
Sounds reverberated inside his mouth before they could escape.
Caught in a whirlpool of sensations, Chris twisted his body, unable to voice his moans.
And Yuri firmly pinned down and restrained the man’s body.
Both arms, both legs. Head and chest.
Not one part was free.
Chris could only continue meaningless movements, like a fish completely tangled in a net.
Finally, as he was completely devoured, tears welled up in Chris’s eyes.
“Can you feel it, Chris?”
Yuri, who had been gently biting his earlobe, whispered as he gazed into his blue eyes.
“It’s all the way in.”
At those words, Chris fumbled to move his hand to his lower abdomen.
Unlike usual, as he brought his hand to his protruding belly, he seemed to feel something pulsating from the other side.
Yuri overlapped his own hand on top of Chris’s and pressed down gently.
A chill ran down his spine at the sensation of touching what filled him so tightly beyond the skin.
Chris hunched his shoulders. Yuri’s breathing against his neck was rough.
Probably his own was too.
The sensation of feeling joy while having his insides stirred was clearly something wrong.
“Yuri, Yuri…”
Chris mumbled incoherently. Though he hadn’t burst into tears, it was clearly crying.
“Shh…”
His fingers toyed with Chris’s ear.
Seeing Chris with cheeks wet not from sorrow but from pleasure and confusion, Yuri smiled sweetly.
“I haven’t moistened your insides yet. If you keep getting impatient, you’ll get hurt.”
As if Yuri’s patience was infinite.
It only seemed like he was enduring better because Chris was more honest than Yuri.
‘To think I once considered this merely a duty.’
The moist inner walls that opened with each thrust, sometimes tightened so firmly it felt like they were devouring him.
When he thrust in, they pushed back, and when he pulled his body back, they pulled him in again.
Sometimes he was so lasciviously provocative it seemed as if he was trying to completely consume him, while on days like today, he blushed just from having his chest fondled.
At times like this, he felt he wouldn’t notice even if someone put a gun to his head.
How simple and convenient life became when focused on just one human, rather than some grand plan or enemy.
And how captivating it was.
“Haa. Yuri, Yuri.”
Chris’s gaze, already completely undone, blindly followed the man mounted on top of him.
Biting his lower lip, Yuri began to move his hips. The movement wasn’t particularly fast or slow, but the force with which he thrust downward was tremendous.
Chris panted.
Each time that phallus slowly pushed in, his stomach felt bloated as if he might vomit. Yet still, he craved for him to enter deeper. If they could connect so deeply that it became irreversible, would that satisfy this hunger?
The very fact that he was seriously contemplating something so impossibly was evidence his mind had gone mad.
Chris’s lips relaxed.
“G-good… ngh!”
Yuri leaned down to kiss the face that was breaking into a smile.
A face never shown while sober.
Undeniable greed showed in Yuri’s gaze as well. Chris’s chest, which Yuri had mauled, was covered in red marks.
No matter how harshly treated, his incredibly resilient body would soon return to normal.
Yet for this night at least, it was densely branded as Yuri’s.
“Chris, Chris…”
Yuri pressed his lips again to the bite marks that would soon fade away, moving his hips roughly.
He thought if he kept calling that name, it might wear away to nothing.
His head was clearly going strange from that musky, lewd night scent that could be sensed when sweat and body odors mixed.
‘No. Perhaps.’
Perhaps he’d broken long ago and was just using Chris as an excuse.
A drop of sweat trickling down Yuri’s chin fell right onto the center of Chris’s chest.
Chris, not even knowing what he was doing, smiled with unfocused eyes and wrapped his legs around Yuri’s waist.
The night ahead was still long.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
