Bermuda

Leonardo’s thoughts blanked for an instant, frozen with his lips still pressed against Hugo’s. Then the hand gripping his narrow jaw pulled his face closer. His shoulder, which had been glancing sideways, was forced down, and a rush of cool water suddenly flooded into his mouth.

“Mm—!”

Unable to contain the sudden overflow, clear liquid spilled through the gaps between his teeth and streamed down. Brow furrowed, Leonardo’s throat convulsed as his cheek—still held fast—puffed slightly. But Hugo, already probing through the sensitive interior, hooked his tongue, pressed it down, and forced air inside.

“Kh—, hff—.”

As if even that rough kiss were accepted as coupling, his throat opened on its own.

The sloshing water mixed with saliva and slid down his esophagus in heavy gulps.

Leonardo, not understanding why this was happening, found the act deeply disorienting. Yet soon he realized that even while being struck by the stream of water, he had been suffering from a burning thirst.

The deep blue gaze looking down at him aslant seemed to see through everything, easing that thirst completely. Though the sensation brushing beneath his tailbone soon gave rise to a new kind of distress.

“F—, ha—!”

Turning his head, Leonardo finally released the breath he had been holding. The hand that had been cradling his face let go as if finished with its task. Instead, it slid down, wrapping around his back and waist. Gripping his narrow side, it seemed to gauge his size before tracing along the jut of his hipbone over the robe in a slow, suggestive stroke.

Then both hands seized his hips firmly.

“Ah— wait—.”

Leonardo’s spine stiffened sharply. As the large palms adhered to his skin, an indescribable sensation made his muscles tremble in fine spasms. The leisurely hands seemed to savor the reaction, drifting along the rounded curve as if imprinting fingerprints.

Soon they slipped toward his hips and grabbed the outer swell firmly.

“Ah—!”

Between long fingers, pale, firm flesh bulged enticingly. Leonardo drew a short breath and reached a hand behind him.

“Ha... Hugo....”

Calling out in a strained voice, he caught Hugo’s left wrist. The teasing hand paused. Leonardo stared back at the man pressed close behind him with uneasy eyes.

“...Are you going to... do it now?”

Hugo looked down at him with the quiet gaze of a predator waiting for the right moment.

Already, the cleft of his hips had been spread wide by a thumb pressing firmly. Water poured through the gap, tracing over him, making Leonardo squeeze his eyes shut and twist his hips. It was an attempt to shift his center of gravity forward—but once seized, his lower body no longer obeyed his will.

Watching the subtle movement from behind, Hugo slowly leaned down.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Ah—.”

He pushed aside strands of blond hair with his nose and lightly bit his ear. As his chest brushed against the shifting shoulder blades, a clear reaction rippled, making his shoulders twitch. Hugo deliberately inhaled at the spot behind the ear where scent lingered.

If humans had pheromones, this would be where they were strongest. Fortunately, the unpleasant briny scent that had clung to Leonardo’s clothes was gone.

In its place was only the clean scent of water Hugo himself had spread.

Pressing his lips to the cheek of the man now covered in his traces, Hugo murmured,

“Why are you trembling like this? I’m warming you up.”

“Mm... ah.”

He asked in a gentle voice, completely composed. Yet at the same time, he pressed firmly through the thin, sensitive skin. A sharp sound slipped from between Leonardo’s teeth. As tension gathered, soft flesh tightened around the pressure from both sides.

Even Hugo, who had been maintaining composure, felt the muscles in his jaw tighten at that moment.

“...Kh.”

His refined brows furrowed, and a deep breath slipped through tightly sealed lips. The sensation was more stimulating than expected, his body reacting intensely.

At this rate... I really won’t be able to hold back.

Moisture gathered and slid down along Leonardo’s back, tracing the line of his muscles before disappearing between the curves below.

Hugo narrowed his eyes and watched the sight intently. Beneath the clean, slender line of the waist, the gently rounded shape moved, reacting to him. The tightly interlocked scene of desire gradually eroded his restraint.

He had barely managed to control his breathing until now—but this was the limit. Spreading the firm flesh to either side, he moved with increasing urgency.

“Ah—!”

With each movement, Leonardo’s heels lifted intermittently under the shifting weight. His body swayed along with the robe clinging to him. Breathing unevenly, he pressed his face against the wall, turning his head slightly as if to push back against Hugo’s lower body.

“N-no.”

“...Why?”

“I’m... not ready yet, and here... hng—.”

Though he didn’t want to break the atmosphere, Leonardo had no choice but to protest urgently. He feared Hugo might simply proceed without hesitation.

Yet each time the pressure shifted, the strange sensation twisted his tongue, making his words falter.

“You said... you had a meeting to go to....”

The feeling resembled anxiety and fear masked as rising excitement. Even Leonardo himself couldn’t properly explain it.

“...Then should I stop?”

“...No... that’s not it.”

As his golden eyes flickered with tension, Hugo’s gaze grew heated, reddening slightly. Though he had no intention of stopping, he still asked as if respecting his will. But looking at that expression only stirred his impulses further.

Like waves foaming and churning, his desire surged.

Drawing back slightly, Hugo wrapped his arms across Leonardo’s waist and chest and pressed a brief kiss to his temple.

“It won’t hurt.”

As if reading his thoughts, he adjusted his position, guiding him. Leonardo’s feet shifted instinctively, drawn together.

Then—

“Ah—!”

A sudden, heavy impact struck from behind.

“Ugh—, hhk....”

A strained sound escaped Leonardo as his body jolted. The overwhelming pressure made his vision shake.

Heat spread rapidly through his body, the surrounding water briefly turning to vapor. Reflexively, he tensed, and the sensation intensified.

“...Leo...”

For the first time, Hugo’s voice broke slightly.

“...hot.”

His grip tightened as he murmured, while Leonardo struggled to steady himself under the weight pressing against him.

Looking down, he caught sight of the contact between their bodies—thick, intense, undeniable.

“Ha... hff—.”

His breath came out in ragged bursts. The overwhelming sensation spread through him, forcing his eyes shut.

“Ah....”

The pressure continued, sliding and shifting, each motion leaving behind a lingering trace. The sensation was overwhelming, unfamiliar, impossible to ignore.

“...Why didn’t you—”

“Hah... what?”

From behind, Hugo held him tightly, continuing the rhythmic motion. Leonardo’s body wavered under the force.

“...Weren’t you trying to... do it?”

Each movement created a soft, rhythmic sound. The contact was precise, deliberate. Hugo’s control remained absolute.

“Hmm... ah, that....”

The dim shower light flickered faintly, like distant stars. Their breaths tangled together.

Hugo’s hand slid over Leonardo’s abdomen, then higher, across his chest.

“Ah—, mm—.”

Pinching lightly, drawing a reaction that traveled through his entire body, Hugo watched him carefully.

“Once you’re in better condition... then.”

Leonardo flinched, glancing back at him.

It sounded like something far more ominous—like being fattened up before being consumed.

A quiet swallow followed.

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