Bermuda

“Ah—!”

In that instant, a sharp moan slipped from Leonardo’s mouth.

His brows twisted, and he drew his fingertips in like a cat caught in the act. His unsteady touch hovered over his abdomen, making Hugo’s lips tighten further.

Saliva kept leaking past those taut lips, and the man’s throat worked as he tried to swallow. The pressure inside his mouth rose along with it. The twitching shaft pressed mercilessly against the slick inner walls.

“Hah, ngh....”

A heated breath slipped from Leonardo. His golden lashes trembled under the dense stimulation.

He curled his arched back forward. Burying his hand at the Duke’s waist, he began to rub his hips back and forth.

“Here... ngh, since when was it like this?”

His lips, which had been playing on their own, opened in flushed provocation. He asked while pretending not to know. He had expected it wouldn’t be restrained, but he truly hadn’t anticipated just how soaked it would be inside the trousers.

Even so, the voice feigning composure was more drenched than the lower body he was rummaging through. Still, Leonardo deliberately acted mischievous, wanting to see the dignified Duke’s embarrassed expression.

“Did you get wet... while sucking mine?”

Just saying it sent a thrill through him. He traced a circle below the man’s navel with his fingertips while glancing sideways down between his own thighs.

It was a sight rarely seen. Veins stood out along the man’s temples and jaw as he struggled, his mouth filled completely with the shaft. Earlier, only his nape and earlobes had flushed, but now his entire face was red—like a shy bride.

“Mmh... nn....”

Whether he was trying to swallow or respond, the jaw and tongue pinned beneath the shaft kept moving up and down. Yet the hand left free only gripped tightly at the buttocks as if to crush them—it did not push him away.

That fragile teasing was irresistibly welcome.

Leonardo’s own eyes reddened beneath, and without realizing it, he drove his hips, occasionally shaking them hard. Each time, strained sounds burst from below.

“Kh, ngh....”

“Ah... you’re really the best.”

The length slipping between those lips had little left exposed. Each time he pulled back one step to push forward two, the pillar that churned through the hot cavern drew out thin threads.

The head was buried in the gasping throat, tightening and loosening in repetition. As he teased with his hips and then thrust deep, the base narrowed from the groin inward, until only two knuckles’ worth remained before it vanished completely.

Seeing that, Leonardo fell into the illusion that, though he and the Duke were born different, they fit together remarkably well.

Otherwise, there was no way that his flesh could align so perfectly with those hollow lips, as though molded precisely to be swallowed by that clumsy mouth.

“Haa... ngh....”

Pleasant fantasies formed. Breathing raggedly, Leonardo curled his lips into a grin. With one hand, he carefully wiped the sweat from the man’s forehead. Just as Hugo had done, he brushed around his eyes with his thumb, rubbing at the heated corners.

When dampness seeped between his fingerprints, he looked down with quiet anticipation—but unfortunately, no tears had formed.

I want to make him cry.

He had thought stepping back would give him some room to breathe, but that had been a grave miscalculation.

Watching that face lose its composure, Leonardo felt a sharp pulse in his lower abdomen. Thinking he might end up being the only one enjoying himself again, he stopped moving his hips and decided to hasten his exploration.

“I want to touch you... is that okay?”

No answer came. With his mouth occupied, the man could only offer silence as consent.

Leonardo hadn’t intended to listen anyway. He slid his hand straight into the Duke’s trousers.

“...!”

At that moment, Hugo’s chest—pinned beneath him—heaved. The hand that had been resting on his waist rose to grip his shoulder firmly.

The price of intrusion was a seized left shoulder.

“Ugh.”

Leonardo’s eyes crumpled at the strong grip.

Then, as if startled, the gentleman loosened his hold almost immediately and withdrew his hand. As though explaining he hadn’t meant to hurt him, he instead patted his twisted waist and firm buttocks gently.

Even with a younger man’s length lodged down his throat and his eyes bloodshot, the fact that he still had room to be considerate was something Leonardo found both admirable and oddly moving.

In response, Leonardo unfastened a few buttons of the uniform trousers to make space. As if waiting for it, the bulge pushing at the front swelled as though it might burst. His golden eyes widened slightly.

Perhaps because the trousers were white, the underwear matched—pure white drawers that were hard to imagine on a grown man. But even at a glance, the soaked fabric clung heavily with pre-cum, barely containing the thick, swollen shaft beneath.

The erect length, the pronounced veins, even the shape of the head pressed beneath were vividly outlined like a tent.

“......”

At the sight, Leonardo’s heartbeat spiked sharply. If there were degrees to arousal, this was the peak. Swallowing hard, he was overtaken by a raw, almost innocent curiosity mixed with intense immersion.

Unable to hold back, he reached further down. Even the distance of a single handspan felt like an eternity. As his fingers brushed just below the waistband, what filled his palm was... damp, matted hair.

Huh?

It was thick—dense enough to form something like a forest.

He recalled the bluish shadow that would appear on the Duke’s face after only a day or two without shaving. Considering that and his sharp brows, he had expected him to be thick-haired everywhere. But feeling it directly, he began to understand why he had fixated on it earlier like some pervert.

Was it because it was different from mine?

Even so, the hair that wrapped around his fingers was dense but neatly kept.

Leonardo asked, moving only his eyes.

“You groom here too?”

“......”

He knew that wasn’t the case, but he curved his eyes anyway, wanting to tease that even his hair resembled him.

However, when a cold glance returned, he let the rest go unspoken. The man wasn’t used to mockery; if he pushed too far, contempt might show in those eyes—and that would hurt more than he wanted.

Setting aside his mischief, he followed the wave-like texture toward the center. The skin burned hot, enough to make him forget the difference in their body temperatures. Leonardo slowly stroked the thick length, his tongue unconsciously flicking as if wanting to taste it.

“Kh, hn....”

As he carefully wrapped his stiff fingers around the base, Hugo’s breathing—pressed between his thighs—grew ragged. His obstructed throat trembled, releasing rough, scraping breaths again and again. Leonardo gently stroked the man’s hollowed cheek, hiding his own surprise.

The thickness....

The volume filling his hand was far beyond expectation, like gripping a solid baton.

His own lower abdomen and chest began to rise and fall slowly, like an excited stallion. The rhythm of instinctive thrusting seemed to melt his brain. The experience of controlling this man—once the very symbol of restraint—with a mere movement of his hand was intensely stimulating, something that would carve itself into his bones.

Perched above him, Leonardo felt Hugo’s breathing grow faster. At the same time, the shaft inside the man’s mouth was scraped by small ridges, sending waves of overwhelming sensation through him.

He worried briefly that, having climaxed rather quickly before, the Duke might think him premature. Of course, the elegant man had simply covered it up with a kiss, never mentioning it outright.

Still, if he finished now, he might truly be judged that way.

But now... it didn’t seem to matter. He would bring the Duke to climax as well—they would reach it together.

“Haa....”

Taking a heavy breath, Leonardo pulled the fabric of the drawers down.

At that moment, the dark shadow sprang free as if spilling out. The problem was how it kept revealing itself, making him falter in shock.

A chill ran down his spine. The reddish, heavy shape lifted its head before him, swaying threateningly. Soaked in fluid and twitching, it looked almost like a different living creature. For a moment, Leonardo’s thoughts stopped.

His uneven breathing halted as well. The sheer size and intimidating form, so unlike the man’s face, erased any urge he had to take it into his mouth.

As he hesitated under the pressure, his vision suddenly tilted.

Crash—!

The scene tangled in an instant. Just as he had pinned the other down before, a sudden, forceful strength crushed him.

Before he knew it, he was lying on the floor, blinking wide-eyed beneath the shadow. The man looming over him, backlit by the lights, braced a hand beside his disheveled blond hair.

Saliva mixed at the corner of the lips that had just been wrapped around him. As those obscene lips parted slightly, a sticky drop fell.

The warm liquid landed beneath Leonardo’s eye and trailed down his cheek.

“I... ha.”

Hugo, scattering his suppressed breath in short bursts, traced that path with his fingertips as he asked:

“Were you curious... how to do it?”

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