Bermuda

A wave of blue irises crashed over him. A brief, damp kiss followed like a warning, surging in its wake. Even as Hugo lowered himself and dropped to one knee in front of him, Leonardo couldn’t quite pull himself out of that tide.

He only snapped back to himself when a lukewarm hand gripped his thigh.

...!

An irresistible force spread his legs nearly to a right angle. As the pooled heat was parted by a rush of cool air, his hands moved first in instinctive defense.

“W-Wait—!”

He’d lost count of how many times he’d said that today. Instead of pulling his robe down, he cupped Hugo’s cheeks in both hands. The man’s gaze, clouded with heat, lifted toward him.

Leonardo asked, his voice uncertain,

“Have you... ever done this before?”

It had only been an option thrown in to complete the set. He had never actually intended for a duke to get on his knees for him like this.

But Hugo showed no sign of hesitation. He looked straight at Leonardo’s flushed face, suppressing a smile that threatened to break through. Then he shifted forward, settling firmly between Leonardo’s parted legs. The discarded towel beneath them softened the floor just enough to make kneeling possible.

Tilting his chin upward, Hugo pressed his lips against the tied fabric at Leonardo’s waist.

“No.”

Leonardo instinctively pulled his lower body back.

No?

But Hugo’s hand around his calf dragged him forward again.

Yes.

A pointless struggle followed. Damp skin slid against the surface beneath them, producing faint, embarrassing friction sounds. Leonardo’s hands gripped the edge of the table as his arms trembled.

“You’ve never done it, and you’re going to now?”

“Yeah. Now that I think about it, I should ask for your understanding. Since it’s my first time.”

First time.

No word could have been more effective. Stunned, Leonardo was helplessly pulled along by the man’s strength. As his hips reached the edge of the table, his posture shifted—unintentionally pushing his pelvis forward, as if offering himself up.

“Be honest with your feedback. Tell me what feels good—that would help.”

With a faint smirk, Hugo pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh.

A sharp thrill shot up Leonardo’s spine. It didn’t sound like a request for understanding—it sounded like a student asking for cooperation while learning.

Heat tightened low in his abdomen, building into a swelling sense of anticipation. From that point on, the strength slowly drained from his lower body. Though the veins at his temples stood out, his hips loosened further, opening wider. His golden eyes, heavy with sensation, looked down with feigned composure.

Below, a dense, heated, indecent hollow had formed.

Drawn to the dizzying sight, Hugo caught the loosened robe tie between his teeth.

“Good.”

He leaned back, slowly pulling the tie free. The knot came undone easily. The edges of the robe fell open, brushing down over his spread thighs.

Soon, the fabric that had been covering him parted completely beneath his chest.

“......”

“......”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Like the stillness before a trigger is pulled, only their uneven breathing filled the space.

Leonardo’s chest rose and fell irregularly. The tension in Hugo’s jaw stood out sharply.

His pupils were faintly dilated.

Not bad...

Whatever he was imagining, his throat bobbed.

...a perfect view.

The words never left his mouth, lingering instead at the tip of his tongue. But the hunger in his blue gaze deepened.

Under the cold lighting, over bare, pale skin, his gaze flowed like honey. Light seeped into the shadows, sharpening every contour. Color and form stood out vividly—translucent skin, faint scars, lingering droplets. And beneath his stare, flushed pink nipples stood rigid.

They were heated, delicate, almost like small fruit. He wanted to roll them between his fingers, to taste them on his tongue. He had seen them before—but never like this.

“Why... are you looking at me like that?”

Feeling as though he were being devoured by that gaze alone, Leonardo muttered.

Hugo’s eyes shifted. The man before him—wearing a silver laurel in golden hair—glanced sideways, brows slightly drawn. The edges of his eyes were already beginning to redden.

Without thinking, Hugo murmured,

“I was wondering if I should try something other than your face.”

“What?”

At the startled response, a low laugh slipped between Hugo’s teeth.

“You said it’d wear out at this rate.”

“...You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Doing what?”

“No, I—ha...”

Leonardo braced one hand behind him, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again. After a moment’s hesitation, he placed his other hand on Hugo’s head.

With that absurdly pure face, he said the most shameless things. Leonardo had meant to go easy on him, since it was his first time—but now he wasn’t sure he could hold back.

Biting his lip, he let out a frustrated breath.

“Forget it. Do you at least know how to do it?”

Hugo’s eyes narrowed. Asking about someone’s past in a moment like this was pointless—but this reckless brat seemed far too natural.

Annoyed for no clear reason, Hugo answered coldly,

“More or less.”

“Then hurry up.”

“That’s up to the one doing the work.”

“Huh?”

Leonardo barely had time to react before he sucked in a breath. Hugo’s hand had already reached up, brushing over his collarbone before flicking a thumb across his nipple. Then, as if by accident, it slid down along his ribs.

It wasn’t an accident.

Leonardo bit his lip harder, deliberately forcing his shoulders open.

Hugo followed the path of a falling droplet, letting his gaze roam over the sculpted body like a craftsman admiring his work.

The flex of the obliques, the line connecting to the thigh. The curve of the hip—less full than a woman’s, but striking in its own way. The hollow of the pelvis drew inward, narrowing to a single point.

And there—

Already standing, fully hardened.

Even including his own... Hugo had never seen another man this closely before. The last time had been in darkness, guided only by touch.

Truthfully, he hadn’t expected to put it in his mouth. There had been a trace of instinctive rejection at first.

But if he had known it would look like this—

“...I should’ve turned the lights on back then.”

“Ah—”

Leonardo shuddered, his eyelids fluttering as Hugo’s cool breath brushed against him. He hadn’t even been touched yet, and still the flushed length twitched faintly. Veins stood out, anticipating pleasure. At the tip, a bead of fluid gathered, as if on the verge of spilling.

Seeing that, Hugo didn’t hesitate any longer.

He lifted one of Leonardo’s legs, draping it over his shoulder. One hand gripped his hip firmly as he pressed his face into the damp heat of his thigh.

“Ah—! Mm, wait—”

A strained voice broke free immediately. Muscles along his leg tightened sharply. The corners of his golden eyes twisted with sensation.

Hugo inhaled the scent of warm skin as he moved inward. His hand wrapped around him, and Leonardo’s hips jerked upward instinctively. His large hand stroked slowly, steadying him.

His inner thighs trembled, tightening, pressing Hugo’s breath deeper into that hidden place.

Tilting his head slightly, Hugo leaned in further, exploring. From the base upward, his tongue moved slowly, deliberately.

“Ah—ngh—ah...”

Leonardo clawed at his own neck, his breath ragged. Heat and pleasure tangled together, spilling from his lips in broken sounds.

Hugo’s tongue traced upward, slow and unhurried, before finally pausing. Pressing his lips lightly against the sensitive skin, he murmured—

“Do you like it here?”

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