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“You know my patience isn’t that long. How much longer will you make me wait?”
Haimar’s tone was calm, but there was a growl beneath it.
Ben flinched guiltily.
His body, dyed a ripe crimson, was slathered in thick foam, clinging to him like syrup-drenched candy.
Haimar found him unbearably cute.
The thought of reducing him to tears, writhing in pleasure under his hands, only stoked his hunger further.
The sensations, sharpened to their limit, slowly dulled under the warmth wrapping around him—a feeling only Ben could provide.
Something impossible with anyone else, something only Ben Plaskun could give.
There was no room for interference.
Anyone who wasn’t Ben Plaskun was irrelevant.
Just as it was for Haimar, it had to be the same for Ben.
No—it had to be now.
Haimar pressed a kiss to Ben’s heated temple and flicked a foam-covered nipple.
A small bubble burst, revealing the stiff peak beneath.
He dragged a slippery finger over it, and the sensitive nub swelled taut.
“Hah—! D-Don’t… Nnh…!”
“Don’t what? Use your words.”
Heat pooled at his nipples.
Ben twisted away, but Haimar’s fingers rolled and pinched the tender buds, making them throb.
Tears welled in Ben’s eyes.
Haimar tugged, squeezed, then twisted—each movement sending jolts of pain mixed with undeniable pleasure.
“Nh—M-My n-nipples…! S-Stop pulling— Hah!”
Unable to bear the heat gathering below, Ben thrashed.
Haimar immediately yanked the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making his chest tremble.
Excitement surged from the abused peak, dripping like spilled foam.
Haimar soothed the firm chest with slow strokes, but even that gentle touch sent electric pleasure through Ben.
His face burned crimson as he panted.
“S-Stop teasing…! Ugh.”
A teardrop finally rolled down his cheek.
Haimar ignored his protests, licking the tear from his jaw instead.
Not like this. I don’t want to feel it through my chest.
But reality had Ben helplessly hard under the towel, his erection tenting it obscenely.
When he tried to cover himself, Haimar bit his earlobe and growled:
“Don’t act shy when you’re this hard.”
The last line of defense vanished as Haimar snatched the towel away, leaving Ben completely bare below.
Mortified, Ben snapped his legs shut, but Haimar slid an arm under his knees and forced them apart, lifting him onto his lap.
“W-Wait—! I d-don’t like this position…!”
Ben squirmed, but Haimar’s knee kept his legs spread wide.
Foam spilled from his navel, trickling down to soak his erection before slipping into the cleft of his ass.
The obscene sensation made shame burn hotter.
Ignoring his embarrassment, Haimar slid a hand along his inner thigh.
At the same time, the body wash tipped over again, drizzling cold liquid over his tip like honey.
Ben’s thighs jerked.
“Hng…!”
The sound of the empty bottle rolling away was drowned out by the slick friction of foam between his cheeks.
Haimar’s fingers gripped the base of his cock, stroking slowly.
“Y-You s-said… ngh… we were washing…!”
“We are washing. Thoroughly.”
With each stroke, more foam dripped.
Haimar’s teasing fingers traced his shaft, fondled his balls, then dragged down to his perineum.
Ben shuddered, electricity shooting up his spine as he buried his face in Haimar’s shoulder.
“Hah—!”
Seizing the chance, Haimar captured his lips.
Ben’s half-parted mouth gasped for air, so Haimar gladly shared his breath, sucking lightly on his tongue.
Though Ben’s tilted head limited access, the way he swallowed his moans each time Haimar’s fingers pressed against his slit was delicious.
Should I let him come now? Or tease him a little longer?
Their lips, which had barely touched, parted, leaving a transparent thread of saliva between them before it soon thinned and snapped.
It was a light kiss, yet undeniably laden with sexual intent.
Ben’s face flushed tomato-red as he stared blankly at Haimar, his eyelashes fluttering as he gulped down the saliva pooled in his mouth like a spring.
The excess that couldn’t be swallowed dripped from the corner of his lips, and the dewy tears clinging to his tightly shut, reddened eyes were unbearably beautiful.
“Ha… This is troublesome.”
Haimar’s hot breath mingled with the humid air of the bathroom.
Ben Plaskun, painted lewdly by his own hands, was—without exception—perfectly tailored to his tastes.
His skin, quick to redden under stimulation; his hypersensitive body; the way he never showed a trace of tears normally, yet burst into them at the slightest touch of pleasure—every part of him made Haimar want to devour him whole.
As Ben’s clear aura seeped into his entire body, Haimar suddenly wanted to spread those plump thighs and thrust into him.
Barely suppressing the violent impulse, he stopped rubbing the tip of his cock and slowly moved his other hand toward Ben’s entrance.
“I—I think I’m gonna… cum—”
“Wait.”
Ben felt Haimar’s hardened length pressing insistently against his backside.
He tried to shift his hips away from the hot, heavy presence, but the movement only made his ass rub against it.
To make matters worse, Haimar’s hand, which had paused momentarily, slid down his shaft and began stroking.
At the same time, the unfamiliar sensation of fingers teasingly parting the tightly gathered folds and rubbing against the slick entrance was overwhelming.
He was on the verge of release.
“Hng—I’m—I’m gonna cum, Haima—”
Slap!
His hand, which had instinctively moved to his own cock, was mercilessly swatted away.
It was his orgasm, his release!
The sticky pre-cum dripping down made it clear he was close.
Just a little more—just a bit more, and he’d—
“Ah—hk!”
But just before he could tip over, sharp pain shot through him.
Ben’s back arched involuntarily.
The cause?
One of Haimar’s fingers, ruthlessly buried to the last knuckle inside him, and the other hand tightly gripping the base of his cock, cutting off his release.
The blocked pleasure spiraled violently inside him, and the relentless thrusting made his entrance burn.
“Ah! It—it hurts… Hng, it hurts…!”
“You know it’s only for now.”
He wanted to come, but it hurt.
The fingers squirming inside him were painful, yet the hand stroking his cock forced pleasure out of him.
The conflicting sensations made Ben shudder, and he desperately tried to push Haimar’s wrist away—but the man didn’t budge.
Even if an ordinary person’s strength was pitiful, did he have to ignore him so effortlessly?
Resentfully, Ben smacked Haimar’s arm.
“Shh, it’s okay.”
It was not okay!
Haimar seemed to sense his irritation, letting out a soft chuckle near his ear—but instead of pulling out, he forced another finger in.
Ben’s inner walls clenched tightly around the intrusion, but Haimar paid no mind, meticulously coating them with lube.
The unnecessary thoroughness made Ben’s stomach twist.
“It’s not okay—hk! S-Stop…!”
“I’ve taught you before, haven’t I? Where it feels good.”
Ben shuddered as the fingers ruthlessly probed deeper.
He was terrified of Haimar finding that spot.
His body remembered, even if his mind refused to.
“N-No—ah, wait—!”
Just the thought of his first climax made his lower belly tingle.
He didn’t want that part to get weird again.
But his insides were already simmering, remembering the overwhelming heat that had once swallowed him whole, leaving him breathless.
He wanted to run.
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