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But no matter what he did, Hugo’s solid upper body didn’t budge in the slightest. Leonardo’s complexion gradually drained of color.

Growing impatient, he pulled his foot back and struck Hugo’s side with his heel as a signal. But instead, as if he had only spurred on a thoroughbred, Hugo’s movements became even faster.

The pressure inside his mouth intensified beyond control. The soft flesh wrapped around him, the hand toying with him—everything grew hotter.

“Ah—ah, stop—!”

“Mm....”

His breathless plea tangled with the persistent hum from below, blending into a strange harmony. Each time Hugo’s head moved up and down, wet sounds echoed.

“Ha—ugh, I’m gonna come....”

He was the one being worked over, yet his hips bucked as if he were the one thrusting. As the urge to release surged to its limit, sparks burst behind Leonardo’s tightly shut eyes. Whether it was from the harsh lights above or the heat igniting in his core, he couldn’t tell. Sloppy saliva slipped past his clenched teeth.

Feeling like even his sanity might be sucked away at this rate, Leonardo mustered the last of his strength. His trembling hand reached out and pushed against Hugo’s deeply set eyes, forcing his head back slightly. And in that instant, a strained cry tore from Leonardo’s throat.

“Ah—no, don’t—!”

His vision flashed white. Hugo’s even teeth had scraped across the slit at the tip. The face that had been pressing tightly against him was forced back by a rough shove.

His swollen length sprang free from Hugo’s lips, snapping outward violently.

“Ah—hngh—!”

A raw groan tore from his throat. At the same time, thick, milky fluid surged out in heavy pulses, spilling through the narrow opening. It burst forth like a flood, uncontrollable. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Leonardo’s entire body jolted as if electrified, from scalp to fingertips.

His breath came in broken gasps, his damp strands of blond hair clinging as his head fell back.

“Ha... ah....”

His unfocused gaze wavered wildly, as though his mind had been pierced through by formless needles. It was nothing like touching himself alone—there was no comparison.

Even as he trembled in the overflowing aftershock, the tip—pushed away along Hugo’s lips—pressed against the clean line of his jaw, continuing to spill without pause. The trembling peak of his climax transferred directly onto Hugo’s cheek.

Catching his breath, Hugo stared at the soaked flesh before him, his own expression just as disordered as his breathing.

He wiped at his lips and chin with his hand, though it was hard to tell whether it was saliva or something else. The sticky residue clung between his fingers in thin strands. The thick fluid carried lingering heat as it slid down along his neck.

It soaked into the collar of his shirt, dripped across his chest, and fell onto his kneeling thighs, marking him as if claiming territory.

A quiet murmur slipped out—half sigh, half breath.

“...Leo.”

He had meant to swallow at least once, to make sure this moment would never be forgotten—but it had been far stronger than he expected. He had forgotten that, in moments like this, Leonardo could overpower even him. Clicking his tongue in faint regret, Hugo licked the pale fluid from his thumb.

His brow twitched slightly. It didn’t taste particularly good.

Much thinner than before.

Shifting his gaze, he looked up at the body panting in front of him.

The pale skin, now flushed with blood, was tinged red all over. His thighs, still not fully closed because of Hugo, trembled where they rested over his arms.

It seemed Leonardo’s dazed mind was only now catching up. Embarrassed by the disheveled state of his own expression, he covered his eyes with his palm. His toes curled, his body collapsing weakly against the table, trembling in the aftermath of intensity.

Seeing how uncomfortable his position was, Hugo carefully lifted Leonardo’s legs down from his shoulders. Then he straightened his own knees and stood.

“Leo, look at me.”

“Mm... ah....”

From above, the tremors looked even more pitiful. His thoroughly spent body was no different. Unable to resist, Hugo spread his palm and slowly stroked over Leonardo’s nipple. Pressing with his fingers, he traced the hardened peak, the damp warmth of his skin wrapping around his touch.

“Ah—.”

Not yet accustomed to the now-cooler touch, Leonardo’s body shuddered lightly. A reflexive sound slipped from his lips. As he lowered the hand covering his eyes to understand what was happening, a pair of blue eyes came into view before his hazy golden ones.

As if it were only natural, Hugo bent down. He slipped into the lips that hung slightly open, still catching breath.

“Mm....”

“Mm....”

It was a gentle, skillful kiss—nothing like the roughness from before. Leonardo unconsciously gave in to the wave that swept over him. The hand cradling the back of his head pulled him away from the mirror he might have shattered.

A sharp sensation, mixed faintly with Ether, sparked like static in the air. The tingling along his skin occasionally disrupted their deepening kiss. But because of it, Hugo could faintly feel Leonardo’s lingering climax—and he didn’t mind that at all.

Following the path Hugo opened, Leonardo tangled their tongues, leaning into the solid arms that held him.

He wrapped his arms around Hugo’s neck, letting the remaining heat settle within the cool embrace. Instead of asking why, he pressed his lips and tongue against him as if demanding an answer. A reproach for being overwhelmed. A complaint for not being let go. And something closer, more intimate, woven into it.

“Ha....”

As the lingering intensity subsided, it was Leonardo who pulled away first. Breathing shallowly, he rubbed at Hugo’s chin, still slick with fluid. But that alone wasn’t nearly enough.

Their bodies had pressed together during the kiss, smearing heat and scent across both of them. Looking down at his chest, stained by his own release, Leonardo asked with clear embarrassment,

“Who kisses right after doing that?”

When he looked up with a faintly sullen expression, Hugo simply pressed his breath down over him again. Leonardo squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again when Hugo pulled back.

Hugo wrapped an arm around his back and sat him upright again. Then, leaning in close, he absentmindedly adjusted his tie as he spoke.

“Is that not how it’s usually done?”

“Usually, no.”

“Then learn it again. That’s how I’ll do it from now on.”

At that shameless answer, Leonardo opened his mouth, then let out a disbelieving scoff.

So it’s all just whatever he wants.

His neatly styled hair was a mess, his shirt and pants stained with Leonardo’s release—yet he spoke with the certainty of a rigid academic lecturing at some prestigious institution.

And yet, it didn’t feel unpleasant. Becoming the student and learning this man’s preferences... wasn’t so bad.

With tired eyes, Leonardo ran a hand through his hair, then paused when his fingers caught on the tie pin. As Hugo reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand down as if to leave it in place, Leonardo realized—this too must be his preference. He decided to go along with it.

“By the way, Leonardo.”

Hugo, adjusting his stained collar before giving up on it, spoke again.

“Your semen was thinner than last time... did you take care of yourself alone?”

Caught completely off guard, Leonardo’s lowered lashes snapped upward. His stunned expression practically asked if he had heard that correctly. They had already crossed too many lines—but questions like this still left him unable to adjust.

His face flushed with embarrassment as he replied,

“What kind of question even is that...?”

Where did thoughts like that come from, with that face? And more importantly—how could he even tell it was thinner than before?

Caught somewhere between disbelief and shock, Leonardo hesitated, and Hugo—still serious—asked again,

“There’s a lot I didn’t hear before. I’d like an answer this time.”

“...You—are you doing this on purpose?”

As Leonardo stumbled over his words, Hugo braced himself against the table and cupped his cheek. His tongue swept slowly along Leonardo’s lips before he continued,

“What were you thinking about when you did it?”

Leonardo blinked blankly, then let his gaze drift downward.

Only then did he notice—Hugo still hadn’t calmed down.

For a moment, all kinds of thoughts crossed his mind. And as if in response, Leonardo’s own arousal began to rise again.

He lifted his gaze once more, tilting his head slightly. Biting down on Hugo’s lower lip, he murmured softly,

“Curious?”

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