Bermuda

A ticklish breath settled over his face. Leonardo closed and opened his eyes, following the hand brushing along his cheek.

The gaze of the man facing him was utterly different from before. The sharp brilliance that had shone like a jewel was gone, leaving only the murky darkness of his black pupils expanding. Because of that, his eyes were stained like the deep blue sky they had seen together at dawn.

The prey that had once hidden in that darkness was now the hunter, looking down at him.

...Curious, you ask?

Of course he was.

But he had no idea how far this situation would go. Perhaps because of that, he couldn’t answer easily. And when he recalled the shape of the erection that had stood before him just moments ago... for some reason, it felt awkward to even meet his gaze.

Leonardo subtly avoided eye contact within the cage of those two arms holding him and answered.

“Yeah.”

...Yeah? His own answer startled him, his golden brows lifting in surprise. It had come out purely on instinct, and even he found it absurd.

At that moment, the long fingers brushing his cheek cupped the side of his face fully. A cold sensation he had never felt before lingered on his skin.

“Then you should follow my lead.”

The voice sounded gentle, yet carried a coercive weight. Hugo stroked his cheek with his palm, guiding those averted golden eyes back toward him. Then, slowly, he lowered his damp lips. The corners of his mouth looked reddened and worn, as if overused.

The neat composure was gone, replaced by nothing but the messy traces of desire pressed into him. Leonardo glanced at him, then wrapped one arm around the neck approaching him—as if accepting the consequence of having caused it.

“What will you do from now on?”

He closed his eyes and parted his lips slightly.

“...Mm.”

He expected a tongue to push in immediately, but instead, pressure lingered at the edge of his lips before pulling away. Then Hugo’s lips overlapped his again, thoroughly sweeping through his teeth and palate. He searched for the hidden tongue, ravaging between the slick folds until it stung, then moved along the opposite cheek, pressing soft, repeated kisses.

His breath touched beneath the eyes, along the temples, then the center of the forehead. Melting under the gradual assault of affection, Leonardo’s eyes trembled as he asked,

“...Are you going to show me? How to do it?”

In place of an answer, Hugo brushed the hair beneath the laurel-shaped tie pin aside with his lips. Though he never opened his mouth, deeply focused as he was, the temperature around them began to drop. Steam formed where heat and cold collided, softly filling the space between them.

“...!”

Leonardo’s shoulders trembled slightly. Goosebumps rose along his arms, though he didn’t show it. But the reason his body reacted wasn’t just the chill.

A heavy, heated mass brushed against his still-aroused lower body.

Leonardo flinched, lifting his head halfway to look at the narrow space between them. Seeing his reaction, Hugo pulled back slightly and asked,

“Why?”

Beyond the firm chest and the shirt slipping loose, between the wide-open waistband hung a thick length.

Leonardo stared blankly at the swaying shadow. Tilting his head, Hugo licked his red lips and whispered,

“You said you wanted to know.”

The man who had acted as though he would never allow it was now so bold—it was disorienting in its own way.

The curved shape jutted forward, held taut upward despite its size and weight. Positioned between their navels, it asserted its presence, steadily pressing out clear fluid.

“Ah... uh.”

Leonardo couldn’t form a clear answer. His eyes shifted, then dropped again. Right then, a bead of fluid gathered at the flushed head and fell.

The opaque drop disappeared into the hollow of Leonardo’s abdomen beneath it, then slid along his side before pooling on the floor.

As the path it traced sent an indescribable sensation through his lower abdomen, Leonardo swallowed back the words that almost escaped.

What is this, some kind of world tree...?

Aware of his gaze, the head lifted higher. Watching the indecent display, Leonardo suddenly found himself growing quiet, almost reserved. Hugo, observing him, narrowed his eyes and asked again,

“You don’t like it?”

“Huh? No, it’s not that—”

It wasn’t a matter of liking or not liking something that matched his ideal so perfectly. But seeing the two lengths aligned so closely, their differences became unmistakable. Realizing the Duke’s size in such direct terms, Leonardo felt something strange stir within him.

It’s not like anyone’s ever called mine small...

The presence of hair, the weight of it—it made even its maturity seem different. It was completely unlike what he had vaguely imagined beneath the clothes. The color was deeper, almost dark red, and the veins beneath the skin were far more intricate.

And unlike his expectation that it would be straight like his own, the shaft thickened beneath the blunt head.

If that were driven somewhere, it would surely catch like a hook and drag everything out with it. At this rate, maybe it would be better if he took the lead elsewhere as well...

Just as that dangerously obscene thought tightened his body, Hugo lowered himself closer.

“Hah—ah.”

“When you look at it like that... mm, it’s hard to hold back.”

After that, there was no time left to calmly observe. A slick tongue pushed into his ear beneath the tie pin.

“Right now... that thing—ngh, you’re holding back?”

“Mm, who knows.”

The tension snapped like a plucked string, excitement vibrating through him. At the same time, the solid lower body pressed down, slowly crushing the erection between them. Positioned diagonally beneath the navel, the two lengths rubbed together, pulsing violently against Leonardo’s abdomen.

“Ah—ngh....”

“Haa... hm....”

A cold palm slid beneath the curve of his lower back, supporting his tailbone and pulling him in sharply. The two pressed lengths struggled against each other, their tips colliding and slipping as if competing. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say his heart was there—the sensation of their most sensitive parts grinding together made Leonardo’s inner thighs tremble. Even Hugo’s restrained sounds, vibrating against his ears, tore at the pleasure he had been holding back.

“Leo, relax.”

“Ah, wait—here....”

As the weight pressed from above and below, Leonardo instinctively pulled his hips back. Mm—haa... ngh. Between the tangled low and mid tones, the wet friction sounded as if it might echo beyond the locker room.

Staring up at the ceiling where light filtered through over Hugo’s shoulder, Leonardo was overcome by a strange sense of taboo.

Is it really okay to be doing this here?

It was a thought he often had when entangled with this man, but today it felt especially intense. Perhaps because abandoning everything else to indulge like this made him feel like a filthy creature crossing a forbidden line.

He felt sorry for his teammates, but he had no intention of stopping.

Then, once again, a presence was felt beyond the door.

Click, click—

It seemed another participant had tried the handle after finishing the match. A small crack formed in the world the two of them had been lost in. Leonardo flinched and lifted his head, and the cold Hugo had been containing scattered outward.

The chill, mixed with magic, spread through the locker room, forming a solid barrier that no one could penetrate. Though it was born from Hugo’s desire not to be disturbed, Leonardo, pinned beneath him, was swept up in it as well.

“Ugh....”

It felt like being thrown naked into the dead of winter. Leonardo pulled his body inward, shrinking as his skin stung from the cold. Seeing this, Hugo paused and asked,

“Cold?”

“...Yeah.”

The moment he answered, his body was lifted upward at once. Hugo wrapped an arm around his back, pulling him up, then took his wrist and led him forward. Bare feet followed the black shoes step by step.

Adjusting his loosened robe, Leonardo asked hurriedly,

“W-where are we going?”

Instead of answering, Hugo pulled the curtain aside.

A partitioned shower room appeared, water still pooled on the floor. Recognizing it as the one he had used, Leonardo stared in confusion—until he was suddenly shoved against the wall.

His back hit the hard tiles with a sharp sound.

Click—shhh—

Suddenly, water poured down from above. Startled, Leonardo froze. With nowhere to retreat, he pressed his heels and back against the shower wall.

The water pressure wasn’t strong, but his drying hair, robe, and chilled skin were gradually soaked and warmed. It wasn’t too hot, nor lukewarm—just comfortably warm. Water streamed over his face, making it hard to open his eyes, but he still tried to look straight ahead.

Through the falling water like heavy rain, the man who had pushed him stepped closer.

Wrapping an arm around Leonardo’s waist, Hugo pulled him in, pressing their lower bodies together.

“How is it? Not cold anymore?”

Leonardo lifted his wet lashes and took in the sight of the man smiling at him.

The soft stream of water ran through his dark blue hair, covering his forehead, soaking even the white shirt. The thin fabric clung to his skin, revealing the tense muscles beneath. Faint steam drifted in the air, highlighting every defined contour.

Even the firm chest, the raised points, and the darker areola beneath.

Fuck....

It was more obscene than nudity itself.

At the sight, the pupils in his golden eyes widened slightly. His throat bobbed sharply, and hot blood rushed downward through his softened lower body.

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