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“Ngh! Hah…”
“I haven’t even put it in yet. Just touching makes you want to come, huh? Front and back.”
Nael’s reddened lips parted and closed.
Over the cascade of golden hair, his shimmering green eyes met Killian’s.
His curled lashes fluttered delicately.
“A change of scenery makes it different.”
“Hnn… My lord.”
A single middle finger breached him, spreading him open.
Killian nibbled on Nael’s earlobe as pleasure surged through him, dulling his thoughts.
A beast-like breath ghosted over his ear.
“Hah… Not here… The carriage—ah!”
“Shh… Your moans will be heard outside.”
“Nngh…”
Leaning back against Killian’s chest, Nael spread his legs wider.
The ridges of Killian’s fingers were unmistakable against his inner walls.
Nael seized Killian’s wrist as his hips trembled.
“Want more?”
“Ah—no. Yes. There…”
“The whole carriage will reek of you soon.”
Killian bit the nape of his neck, now fully exposed.
Ah, my lord… Nael twisted, gripping Killian’s hair.
Even just one finger had his oversensitive spot pulsing, sending sharp jolts of pleasure.
“Is it because I’ve been stuffing you so much? Or maybe you’ve been eating well lately. You’ve plumped up here too.”
Deliberately brushing his prostate, Killian smirked as Nael’s hips jerked.
The cruel fingers withdrew just as pleasure crested, leaving frustration in their wake.
The movement of Killian’s fingers was visible through the soaked fabric.
At this point, it’d be better to just strip entirely.
A second finger joined, stretching him further.
Though not as thick as Killian’s cock, the scissoring motion had Nael gasping.
Even biting his own hand couldn’t stifle the moans slipping through his teeth.
“Hah… I’m close.”
“Want me to stop you?”
“Nngh… Yes.”
When the carriage door opened, the coachman’s face at the overwhelming floral scent was easy to imagine.
If stopped, Nael could hold back—at least he wouldn’t spill his release.
Besides, Killian took forever to finish, so that wasn’t a concern.
From what he remembered, the harbor wasn’t far. He could ask—
“Huh…?”
His pants and underwear slid down, pooling at his knees.
Next, Killian’s buckle came undone, and his impressive cock sprang free.
He tapped the plush curves of Nael’s ass with it, the hot tip leaving marks on both cheeks.
Nael’s face burned as sticky precum dotted his skin.
Spreading himself with both hands, Nael exposed the wet, pink hole between his thighs.
The entrance clenched every time he tensed his stomach.
“Here.”
Deep inside—where only Killian’s cock could reach—was burning.
“Put it in.”
Despite his hesitant tone, the request was downright lewd.
Half-dressed, knees drawn together, hips pushed back—the obscene display made time seem to freeze for Killian.
Even the ticking of the clock stilled in that moment.
Eyes shimmering with shame tremble faintly. Killian pulls him close by the hips, seating him atop his own thighs.
Between the man’s legs, his own arousal juts out like a weapon.
And no wonder—against pale skin, the dark-red tip of his cock spills slick fluid, gushing almost like cum.
“Master…?”
“Tighten your thighs. Squeeze.”
Plush flesh envelops his veined length.
Killian tugs at the decorative trim of Nael’s clothes, using it to bind the base of his cock.
Already hard and flushed pink, the shaft darkens to a deep red.
Hngh.
With deliberate care, Killian ties a silk ribbon around it, as if wrapping a gift—an obscene present adorned with a pretty bow at the root of Nael’s cock.
“Ngh…!”
“Pretty. Like a present just for me.”
Killian grips both their lengths in his hands, rubbing them together.
Sticky fluids drip from the two cocks, smearing over Killian’s fingers.
Thick droplets ooze incessantly from the swollen tips, slowly soaking the neatly tied silk.
The ribbon, now vividly stained, clings heavily to Nael’s shaft.
“Ahh… Master, d-don’t let me… come…”
“Now you’re trying to stop me from finishing too?”
“Hng…!”
As if there’s any point—the scent of you has already filled the carriage.
Killian presses a kiss to Nael’s cheek.
His hand moves faster, stroking their cocks in tandem.
The rattling of the carriage and the rhythmic clop of hooves fade into nothingness.
All that remains is the pressure of Nael’s clenched thighs and the slick friction between their bodies.
“Hah—!”
Denied release, his cock swells taut, aching.
The lewd grinding of Killian’s palm and the trembling strain of his own legs send waves of numbness through him—like something sharp is prodding at his core.
Killian’s cock, fully on display in broad daylight, looks unbearably erotic.
Ah… harder…
Nael can’t even focus on the ribbon wrapped around his length, too lost in the building pleasure.
The edge of orgasm taunts him, leaving him restless.
“Shouldn’t we unwrap the present?”
Overwhelmed, Nael bucks his hips—as if trying to force himself deeper into Killian’s grip.
The sight of him, so desperate and masculine, is unbearably cute.
Before Nael realizes it, the ribbon loosens with a slip, its wet length dangling before his eyes.
“Look how soaked it is. Did you already come? Or not?”
“N-No…”
A bead of sweat drips from his nose.
The sodden ribbon sways hypnotically—or maybe it’s his own body trembling.
Nael grinds down, seeking just a little more, just a little—
As pleasure crests, his moans fracture into broken gasps.
Ah—ahh, M-Master—!
“Fuck, you’re so lewd.”
“Hng!”
“Adorable.”
No matter how hard you try… Killian lets out a low laugh.
Nael races toward climax, but Killian releases his own cock, focusing solely on Nael’s.
“Hah—w-why…?”
“Do it. Let me see more of that cute face.”
“Master…!”
Even dazed, Nael obeys.
His flushed tip peeks out before retreating, leaving a trail of sticky precum over Killian’s fingers.
Nael clutches Killian’s thighs, writhing.
“You look like you’re struggling.”
Killian licks the sweat from his temple.
“Nngh… help…!”
“Fine.”
In one motion, Killian thrusts into him.
“Hah—!”
Nael’s mouth falls open as he’s filled to the hilt.
His stomach tightens, stretched unbearably.
The forced intrusion sends jolts through him—and with a spurt, his cock releases, splattering over Killian’s trousers.
“Hahh…!”
Killian swipes a finger through the mess, smearing it over Nael’s lips.
The white streaks against red look obscenely lewd.
Nael’s tongue darts out, licking it clean.
“Damn it.”
Nael was clearly born to ruin him.
Killian fists a hand in his hair, tilting his head back before plunging his tongue deep into his mouth.
“Mm—ngh!”
Nael chokes, swallowing spit and moans.
Their tongues tangle, teeth scraping, breath ragged. Killian devours him ruthlessly, only relenting when Nael gasps for air.
Overwhelmed from both ends, Nael feels weightless—swept under by unbearable pleasure.
Each thrust strikes deep, jolting his insides.
Slap, slap— Nael spills again, helpless.
He loves this breathless, precarious edge.
Killian grips his throat, thumb pressing against his pulse.
“Ah—!”
His vision whites out.
Fireworks explode under his skin, tears streaming down his face.
His toes curl, his cock twitching as another wave of cum spills over it.
“Hah…!”
The orgasm is brutal—so intense it nearly blacks him out.
He’s been fucked while choked before, but never like this—never so close to passing out.
“Master…?”
“…”
“Just now… wh-what… ngh…”
“Haah… Nael. Mine.”
Nael’s lashes, fluttering ceaselessly between climaxes, were drenched in tears.
Killian tangled his gaze with those blurred green eyes, molding him to his desire.
‘I must be out of my mind’, Killian thought.
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