Grey whispered the observation, breaking up his words as if his breath were catching, his tone thoroughly saturated with arousal.
The heavy, continuous sound of the duke swallowing his saliva made it abundantly clear that he was currently more excited than he had ever been in his life.
Evidently, Grey hadn’t merely wanted to practice applying the oil; he had harbored a desperate urge to feel the interior with his own hand.
Recognizing that this interactive phase was entirely necessary for the duke’s education, Raha reached one hand back and gripped one side of his buttocks, pulling the flesh apart to widen the channel so Grey could slide his fingers inside with greater ease.
In an instant, Grey’s eyes snapped wide open, nearly bulging out of his head.
Because Raha’s face was buried flush against the sheets, he remained entirely blind to how that specific gesture—parting his own cheeks to expose his opening even further—had caused the last remaining focus in Grey’s eyes to shatter into pure, unadulterated madness.
“Haah?!”
In the very next breath, Raha violently wrenched his waist as a sudden, scorching gust of breath fanned across his backside.
Without a single word of warning, a hot, wet tongue swept aggressively up the cleft of his buttocks and directly over the sensitive opening.
Reflexively squeezing his internal muscles tight from the sheer shock, Raha scrambled to twist his upper body around.
Finding Grey standing there with his brow heavily furrowed and his tongue darting out—looking thoroughly disgusted by the bizarre, chemical taste of the scented oil—Raha found the sight oddly endearing.
An involuntary smile tugged at the corners of Raha’s mouth, causing the pupils in Grey’s eyes to waver with a dangerous, unpredictable intensity.
As if completely incapable of suppressing the impulse a moment longer, Grey lunged forward, grabbing Raha’s hips and burying his face right back into his backside.
“Ah! Ha-ung! Ah!”
Grey didn’t just stop at pressing his face so hard against the flesh that his nose was flattened; he began to ruthlessly lick and suck at the opening.
The sheer volume of overwhelming pleasure that crashed into Raha forced him to groan aloud, his face buried deep into the mattress.
The intense stimulation caused his hips to lift and twitch entirely on their own.
Raha anchored himself by clawing tightly at the blankets, his waist twisting in a desperate bid to cope with the sensation.
It seemed this was a department where the duke required absolutely no instruction.
Geniuses who excelled at everything truly needed only a single hint to master tenfold, as evidenced by how naturally Grey was extrapolating his Teoreetical knowledge to innovate in real time.
As Grey escalated from biting and sucking to actively forcing his tongue directly inside the channel, Raha twisted his lower back, venting a string of fractured, pained whimpers.
“Ha, ah-hng! Ahh!”
“If I… relax you like this… it should slide in effortlessly, should it not?”
The wet, sloppy sounds of suction punctuating Grey’s broken sentences added a heavy layer of psychological arousal to the encounter.
Feeling an instinctive sensation that he might actually reach climax from the sheer intensity of having his backside eaten out, Raha instinctively reached his hand down, wrapping his fingers around his own penis and beginning to stroke it.
However, that self-solace was swiftly aborted by Grey’s hand.
Grey reached forward, firmly clamping his fingers around Raha’s wrist to pull his hand away, replacing it with his own grip to stroke Raha’s length.
True to his virgin status, his technique for manual stroking was visibly unrefined and awkward.
Yet, every so often, the duke would use his index finger to deliberately smear the accumulating pre-cum across the entirety of the glans—a nuance that felt far too intuitive for someone who had allegedly never masturbated, leaving Raha with a confusing impression.
“Hng, ah, ugh.”
Pincer-clipped between the dual waves of pleasure assaulting him from both front and back, Raha felt as though he might genuinely expire.
He realized that if things continued at this rate, he would cross the threshold and ejaculate long before full penetration even occurred, forcing him to fight with everything he had to suppress the rising climax.
But fighting the urge proved far more difficult than anticipated.
Driven to the absolute precipice by the relentless barrage of stimulation, Raha ultimately fractured under the pressure, vomiting his release directly into Grey’s waiting palm.
Before he could even process the sudden wave of exhaustion, Grey—who had faithfully continued to stroke him up and down until the very last drop was spent—immediately smeared the freshly discharged seminal fluid directly over the rim of Raha’s opening the absolute second the ejaculation ceased.
Raha’s backside was instantly painted white with his own thick fluids.
Utilizing that white cream as a makeshift lubricant, Grey lost no time aligning his thick penis and driving it straight inside, plunging Raha’s entire body right back into a scorching vortex of heat.
“Ah! Hng…!”
“It slides inside far more easily than before. Does it still cause you pain?” Grey questioned, momentarily halting his forward momentum.
Raha shook his head against the sheets, letting out a breathless denial.
“It doesn’t hurt… rather than hurting, it’s…”
He had been on the verge of admitting that the pleasure was far greater, but he swiftly clamped his mouth shut and buried his face back into the mattress.
A sudden, desperate craving for the duke to simply bury the full length inside and stir his interior washed over him, causing his hips to instinctively roll and lift toward the thrust.
Catching Raha by the stomach with one hand, Grey hauled him back with sudden force and drove his penis all the way into the absolute depths of the channel, triggering a sensation so intense it made Raha’s scalp tingle.
The rough friction of the duke’s pubic hair and scrotum pressed firmly against his buttocks with a heavy thud.
Before he could even give voice to a proper moan, the thick shaft vanished from his body, only to plunge right back in with a deep, punishing strike.
“Ah-hng! Ah! Ahh! Ha-ah!”
As the cadence of the hip movements accelerated, the mountain of pleasure scaled higher and higher.
True to the textbook theories he had memorized in his youth, Grey deliberately altered the angle of his entry with every single plunge, clearly hunting for the exact location of the prostate.
“Ah-hng!”
The moment Grey finally struck Raha’s primary stimulation point, Raha’s entire body spasmed violently as he shrieked aloud.
Recognizing the reaction, Grey locked onto the trajectory and began to ruthlessly hammer against that specific spot with concentrated, rhythmic thrusts.
“Ah-ugh! Ugh! Mmh! Hng!”
A tidal wave of near-fatal pleasure crashed over him repeatedly.
Tears welled up automatically, spilling down to damp his face.
Shaken to his very core by the merciless pounding from behind, Raha could only vent fractured, weeping whimpers.
With every single strike that buried itself deep against his sweet spot, his internal walls clamped down on the invading shaft with a vice-like grip, causing the tendons in Grey’s clenched jaw to bulge and recede continuously as the duke fought to maintain his composure.
The pleasure escalated to such a staggering height that Raha began to question if it was even permissible for an act to feel this obscenely good.
The sensation of his inner walls biting and squeezing down on the shaft certainly carried an edge of friction that bordered on painful, but within this bizarre mental state, even that friction was instantly transuted into pure ecstasy, shattering his cognitive faculties entirely.
Faster, harder—the primal current of his consciousness craved an ever-accelerating pace.
Responding to that silent demand, Grey increased his speed to a frantic tempo.
However, as the rapid friction generated by his thrusts mounted, the scented oil and seminal fluid coating the interior began to rapidly dry out.
Consequently, the faster the hips hammered forward, the more the invading shaft began to sharply scrape against his delicate inner lining.
“Hng! Ah! Ugh!”
The tears leaking continuously from Raha’s eyes wet his face before dripping onto the mattress below.
Yet, because the duke was continuing to strike his stimulation point with such terrifying accuracy and force, the mind-numbing pleasure completely evaporated the stinging discomfort of the friction within a fraction of a second.
Surrendering his entire physical form to the catastrophic deluge of lust, he mindlessly wailed out a series of broken, weeping cries.
The climax arrived in a sudden flash.
As the heavy shaft rubbed hard against his sweet spot one last time before drawing back, a thick cascade of white fluid erupted from Raha’s front.
However, because Grey hadn’t managed to synchronize his own release, the duke proceeded to strike inside him several more times with a painful, desperate urgency, denying Raha the profound sense of fulfillment he usually experienced when reaching a synchronized climax with Teore.
With Grey continuing to ruthlessly pound inside him even after his own release had finished, the lingering stimulation quickly curdled into pure pain, forcing Raha to let out a series of agonizing, distressed groans.
Finally, as his own climax crested, Grey collapsed forward over Raha’s back, letting out a low grunt as he discharged his fluid deep inside the channel.
It marked the historic conclusion of his very first sexual encounter, and the first ejaculation of his life.
