At the movement that climbed over his tongue and scraped the roof of his mouth, his legs felt like they would give out on their own.
“Mmph…!”
Zavad hugged his waist to keep him from running away and pushed a knee between his swaying legs.
Ranshel was horrified by the movement suggestively stimulating his center, but he couldn’t push him away hard for fear of wrinkling the clothes he had spent so much effort styling.
“……Haah, you said… you had to go out…”
Finally unable to contain his arousal, Ranshel looked up with resentful eyes.
Zavad, his eyes narrowing into a smile, suddenly knelt down and lowered his body.
When the startled Ranshel took a step back with wide eyes, Zavad firmly gripped the back of his long thighs and pulled him close again.
“Hold your voice in. Unless you want to make me stand.”
‘He was the one rubbing against me so much…!’
Before he could voice his grievance, Ranshel’s pants were pulled down along with his underwear.
A heavy breath brushed against his suddenly bare lower half.
Ranshel gripped Zavad’s sturdy shoulders, his white thighs trembling.
“Your clothes will get wet.”
With a short warning, Ranshel’s penis, which had risen close enough to touch his belly, was caught in Zavad’s hand.
Ranshel bit his lip hard and pulled his shirt up.
Soon, his sensitive center was sucked into a hot mouth as soft hair touched his exposed flat belly.
“Hmph, eu, heut… mmph…!”
The red, swollen tip was buried between red lips, and a soft tongue gently traced the concave curves under the glans.
Ranshel bit his lip and tried his best to endure the sensation of the hot tongue mocking his lower half.
But as the tip of the tongue slid all the way down the smooth pillar toward the root, Ranshel’s tightly shut lips parted helplessly.
“Hak, ah, wait, a-heut…!”
It seemed his urgent voice no longer reached Zavad’s ears.
The lips and the wet tongue were relentless as they licked his penis.
The moist pillar was swallowed deep into the mouth, and the firmly swollen end caught in the narrow throat.
Ranshel gasped repeatedly at the suction pressure.
Soon, as Zavad’s thick Adam’s apple bobbed, the narrowed hole opened, and the plump end was sucked into the narrow walls.
“Ah, haak, if you do this… heut, eu-hugh, no, a-heuu…”
Zavad gripped both of Ranshel’s thighs with his vein-bulging hands.
As the black hair began to move back and forth, there was no way to hold back the sound.
Ranshel finally stuffed the fabric of his own shirt into his mouth.
He didn’t have the luxury to care about his clothes getting wet.
If they had sex here, arriving on time would be impossible.
He couldn’t let Zavad be late for the service and be criticized.
“Mmph, eu-eut… hugh, uung!”
He could feel his rear twitching even though the front was being sucked, due to the pleasure stickily pooling in his gut.
It was a reaction as if his body had completely learned that when the front is hard, something must be inserted in the back.
His face turned red to the tips of his ears at his shameless body.
While he worried that Zavad might feel his rear and notice its state, he also wished for those large hands to poke his back.
“Heuu-eup, nng, eu-eut…”
“…”
However, despite Ranshel’s effort to get saliva on his clothes, Zavad was already erect enough for his thighs under his trousers to bulge.
Because Ranshel had pulled up his shirt to put it in his mouth, his chest was fully exposed, and Zavad could see the plump, red nipples as he sucked the lower half.
He looked at Ranshel with eyes full of deep lust and rubbed the tip of his tongue against the slightly parted urethral opening.
“Eu-hugh… eut, mmph… nng…!”
“…”
As the tongue dug into the concave end of the tip, the hands gripping Ranshel’s shoulders tightened, his graceful waist shook, and his smooth penis dug into the mouth.
Zavad’s brow furrowed slightly at the discomfort poking his throat, but he obediently opened his mouth and swallowed it all the way to the pale red root.
After he moved his head a few more times, the lower belly pressed against his face sucked in, and the thighs held under his hands trembled violently.
“……Ah, aaa!”
Ranshel threw his head back, and the wet shirt he had bunched up slid down.
Zavad swallowed all of the thick liquid pouring into his mouth without leaving a drop.
Ranshel, who had turned bright red and melted softly, was startled when he saw Zavad stand up and wipe his mouth.
This was because Zavad’s center was firmly swollen, revealing its dominance even through his clothes.
Ranshel was silent as if pondering something while Zavad adjusted his underwear and pants.
When Zavad began to touch his own center as if he might masturbate at any moment, Ranshel whispered with a red face.
“Since it’s late, I’ll… suck it for you, in the carriage…”
“…What will you do in a place where we can’t even wash?”
“…I… will swallow it, all…”
“…”
Zavad’s eyebrow twitched.
He rubbed Ranshel’s flushed cheek with his thumb and spoke softly.
“This wasn’t just a piglet, but a total little pervert…”
“…You swallowed mine, too.”
“Yours is sweet and good to eat.”
When Ranshel glared at him with sharp eyes, Zavad tilted his lips and wrapped an arm around Ranshel’s waist.
“Let’s go. I’ll let you have your wish.”
Ranshel squeezed his eyes shut as a hand wrapped around his waist and suggestively felt his pelvis.
Along with the shame, a dizzying expectation rushed in, sending a chill of goosebumps over his skin.
The carriage departed immediately after they boarded.
The bright daylight was quickly pushed outside the window by the blinds.
Amid the faint, bustling noise of people walking the streets, the lewd sounds of licking and swallowing wet flesh continued incessantly inside.
Every time the wheels jolted as if stepping on a pebble, the red head buried between Zavad’s legs shook violently.
Although the size was far too much to take in at once, Ranshel relied on the hand gently stroking his hair, forgot the pain in his throat, and sucked the fierce cock with all his might.
Soon, by the time he buried his nose in the thick hair and swallowed the liquid passing over his tongue, the carriage wheels slid to a halt.
Zavad let out a heavy breath, looking down at the dazed pupils and flushed skin.
As if to satisfy his regret, he nibbled on Ranshel’s wet lips before letting them go.
Standing up from his seat, Zavad possessed a neat appearance that bordered on perfectionist.
No one would ever think he had just finished spraying semen from a fierce, vein-bulging penis moments ago.
“You can come out later; it’s okay if you’re late. Don’t hurry.”
“Yees…”
“You’ll be in trouble if you come out before your body cools down.”
Zavad left the carriage first, leaving a sharp warning for Ranshel.
While waiting for the heat of his body—which had been excited by caressing Zavad’s thing—to fade, Ranshel leaned his cheek against the seat where Zavad had been sitting.
The texture of the leather seat, which still held warmth, was soft and warm, but it soon slowly cooled.
