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“You did well.”
Next time, just sucking will probably be enough to make you come.
The words that fell on Ben, slumped against Haimar’s shoulder in the aftermath of his orgasm, didn’t sound like praise at all.
The bonus whisper, sly and suggestive, made him so embarrassed he wanted to die.
The dampness he could feel against his groin only added to the humiliation, so instead of hitting Haimar, Ben pathetically tapped the innocent sofa behind him in protest.
He hadn’t soaked his underwear like this since wet dreams in puberty—as soon as the heat subsided a little, he would get up and change immediately.
“Ah…”
But as he peeled his face away and lightly touched his pajama pants to check the state, the feeling of someone else’s prominent erection pressing against him made him realize that Haimar’s problem was still unresolved.
…What do I do?
It felt a little unfair that he had come but Haimar hadn’t even once.
They weren’t monks practicing asceticism; telling him to take care of it himself was too much.
Besides, the huge, golden shimmer he could feel from Haimar was also Ben’s responsibility.
When Ben, who had been quietly nestled in his arms, looked down with a troubled expression, Haimar chuckled.
It was obvious what he was thinking.
“What are you planning to do?”
Haimar smiled slyly, still smirking even with his erection trapped uncomfortably.
Seeing that attitude, it was clear he had no intention of letting Ben leave easily.
It wasn’t that he disliked penetrative sex… but considering his condition, even with a hundred concessions, taking it now was impossible.
If the man’s cock were average-sized, it might be different, but it wasn’t.
Anyway, using his hands was the obvious answer the other would expect, so Ben blurted out something unexpected to catch him off guard.
“Well… then… with my mouth….”
……Was that too much of a ramble?
It was something he would never have said, even as a joke, in the past.
Whether it actually hit the mark or not, Haimar’s eyes widened in surprise.
Who would have thought the day would come when he’d offer to give a blowjob—something he’d never even tried?
Even after saying it, the embarrassment made the heat rush back, and Ben turned red down to his neck.
If he tells me to do it, I probably won’t be able to do it properly. I’m screwed.
Seeing Ben’s expression that practically read ‘I’m screwed,’ Haimar turned his head and burst out laughing.
Uncharacteristically, he even shook with laughter, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.
Even though Ben knew he’d be at a disadvantage if Haimar actually took him up on it, for a moment, he felt the urge to punch him right in the groin.
“Seriously?”
As he asked, Haimar’s long fingers traced Ben’s lips.
He playfully squished the soft, warm lower lip and slyly slipped his index finger into the parted gap.
Ben frowned at the bitter taste of ointment on his tongue, but Haimar’s finger explored his mouth, stroking his canines and pressing against the inside of his cheek.
“…You th-think I’d do it?”
“Very much.”
Of course, having never done it before, it was natural he wouldn’t be good at it, but the immediate, unreserved answer irritated Ben.
His pronunciation came out ridiculous with Haimar’s finger in his mouth, but that wasn’t important now.
Whether things went this way or that, there was no taking back what he’d said, and he didn’t want to back down after being the one to say it first.
Enduring the finger pushing deep to the root of his tongue, Ben stubbornly insisted.
“…I-I ca… can do it.”
‘What’s with this stubborn pride? It’s not like this is putting food on the table’
Of course, if it weren’t for Haimar, he never would have said such a thing in the first place.
But since the words were already out, Ben, still holding Haimar’s hand to his mouth, gripped the wrist firmly and ran his tongue over the saliva-slicked fingers.
Holding the wrist tight so he couldn’t escape, Ben moistly licked all the way to the well-manicured tips.
Isn’t this how you’re supposed to suck that place too…?!
Even if you called him crazy, there’d be no retort, but Ben knew it wasn’t the time to back down—just not with the tail.
Pressing his face into the palm and nibbling on it, his green eyes looking down challengingly at Haimar were quite obscene.
For Haimar, there was no reason not to accept this sudden, thrown-down gauntlet.
In fact, he was almost pleased that Ben had jumped into the tiger’s den first.
Not bothering to hold back a leaking laugh, Haimar responded by flipping the finger Ben was diligently sucking and gently scraping the roof of his mouth.
It was a part he liked even during kisses; he’d definitely feel it.
“Ugh…”
Haimar’s prediction hit the mark.
A sudden, thrilling sensation made Ben jolt.
Saliva he hadn’t managed to swallow dripped down his chin in a stream.
The sensation of a finger scraping a spot usually teased by a tongue was a new stimulus.
Instead of gliding smoothly, the nail caught on the uneven ridges behind the upper teeth, meticulously tracing each one, making his entire mouth tingle.
With his face still leaning into Haimar’s large palm, Ben furrowed his brows.
“You’re so filthy, Ben.”
A hungry beast patiently pulled its prey closer.
The movement of withdrawing his finger from Ben’s mouth and licking up the flowing saliva held a leisurely confidence, as if contemplating how to devour a precious, inexhaustible honey jar.
Thinking pleasurably, Haimar slowly led Ben to the sofa.
Placing him on top, he positioned Ben’s face towards his groin.
“…This position is a bit…!”
Ben, who had been dazedly spaced out for a moment, snapped back to his senses when Haimar’s crotch was suddenly thrust before his eyes.
Normally, in a situation like this for fellatio, isn’t it more comfortable for the one giving it to go down below the sofa?
It wasn’t that he wanted that position, but specifically being mounted on Haimar, presenting his rear towards Haimar’s face, was embarrassing in a different way.
Was it really too much to ask for a normal position?
“Well? You said you could do it.”
“L-Like this?”
Ben stammered, seemingly in disbelief.
This time, it was Ben who wanted to ask, ‘Are you serious?’.
They were facing opposite directions, so Haimar couldn’t see his expression, but Ben was sure if he could, his own face would look utterly bewildered.
To exaggerate a little, it felt like facing the challenge of a lifetime.
Even if that challenge was the trivial matter of whether he could perform fellatio or not, it was undoubtedly a hurdle for Ben.
“Give it a try.”
Fine, if Ben Flascun says he’ll do it, he’ll do it.
At the tapping gesture pointed at his groin, implicitly saying ‘go on, try it’, Ben stopped hesitating and moved his hands to undo Haimar’s pants.
It was better to just do something, even if he failed, rather than hold out and face endless teasing and worse situations later.
But he was genuinely worried, so Ben added timidly, like an excuse.
“D-Don’t… say anything if I can’t… do it. I’ve never… received it or done it before.”
“Hoh. I’ll have to teach you well, then.”
“…That’s… not necessary.”
As if I’d want to learn something like that, Ben thought.
Before Haimar could add any more wicked words, Ben quickly tugged down the pants and underwear together.
When they caught on Haimar’s hips, Haimar lifted them slightly to help, and finally, the stifling obstruction disappeared.
The freed cock sprang out, hitting Ben on the bridge of his nose.
The cock thrust before his eyes was as large and huge as he knew it to be.
Its length and girth were impressive to the point of being unbelievable that it had been inside him.
Perhaps because it was right in front of his face, it seemed even larger than usual.
The veiny cock, its size easily surpassing his hand, made his entire palm feel warm.
Had he really offered to put this in his mouth so readily?
He must have been insane.
Swallowing nervously, Ben cautiously stuck out his tongue and licked when a sticky pre-cum seeped from Haimar’s perfectly shaped glans.
It… smells gamey.
It also tasted slightly sour….
He felt like spitting it out, but he couldn’t quit using taste as an excuse, so Ben extended his tongue from the base and licked upwards.
He carefully lapped from the testicles to the glans, then mustering a bit more courage, boldly rubbed his tongue against the slit at the tip.
“Hah…”
A breath, tinged with faint excitement, came from behind.
The sensation of the soft tongue tickling the end of the hard corpus cavernosum seemed to feel good for Haimar too.
Somehow, that gave Ben confidence.
We’re both men, he thought, so stimulating the parts that feel good probably isn’t that different.
Gripping the base of the cock firmly, Ben diligently licked between the veins of the thick, rounded shaft.
The sensation of the smooth tongue licking his cock evoked a tickling feeling, like sprouts breaking through the earth.
It wasn’t an intense pleasure, but enjoying the subtly rising stimulation, Haimar groped Ben’s buttocks and tugged down his pajama pants.
Peach-like, round buttocks were revealed before Haimar.
Spreading the two cheeks exposed the swollen entrance.
Gently rubbing the tight, wrinkled entrance with his finger, Ben, who had jolted upright in surprise, stopped his licking and looked back over his shoulder with a slightly anxious gaze.
“Ugh… why there…?”
It was good that his cock, which he had wanted to free because of the dried, clumped semen, got some fresh air thanks to Haimar’s actions.
However, the story was different in this position, bent over with his rear exposed.
Not only was he showing off his own cock, messed up with dried semen, but the feeling of having his cheeks spread and his slightly swollen entrance rubbed brought Ben a sense of crisis.
“Shh. It’s about time you put it in your mouth.”
“Ah… but still…!”
At Haimar’s urging, feigning nonchalance, Ben hesitated before the erect cock.
Right, surely he wouldn’t, Ben thought.
I said I couldn’t take it from behind today, and Haimar definitely knows that.
He tried to shake off the unease.
“Hurry up.”
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