In fact, the kiss alone was precarious, but if further contact continued, the traces of the act would be exposed through the thin walls of the carriage.
Ranshel endured until Zavad’s hand massaged and rubbed his chest, but when Zavad tried to lift his clothes up entirely, he pulled his upper body back and shook his head.
“Haah, if we do more, I don’t think I can…”
“Why.”
The voice asking calmly while knowing everything was incredibly eerie.
“If I get, more, excited, here…”
“We can just send the driver away first.”
The touch that seemed to have no reservations tried to continue again.
Ranshel pushed him away, leaning his upper body back completely.
“No. It’s obvious he’ll look at us strangely.”
“What does it matter how a guy like that looks at us?”
“I said I don’t like it.”
Ranshel, who was shaking his head, gave up on moving back further as he was caught by the arm hugging his waist.
Instead, he pressed his upper body close to him and squeezed the sturdy shoulders with his fingertips, then let go and massaged them gently.
“Young Master, let’s go to the bed…”
“…”
‘I’m going crazy.’
A voice resembling a groan came out of Zavad’s mouth.
He eventually took his hand out from inside Ranshel’s clothes and settled his regret by lightly biting his lips.
“Don’t come to the training ground. It’s getting hard to hold back.”
“I don’t want to.”
Ranshel giggled while rubbing his cheek against Zavad’s sweat-soaked shirt.
“I like seeing you like this, Young Master…”
Zavad’s body, which had just finished training, was soaked in sweat and emitted white steam, and the muscles swollen from the recent exertion were bulging tight.
He was a young man in his prime with a touch of youth still on his face, but the sturdy momentum coming from his trained flesh did not fall behind even compared to famous high-ranking knights.
Ranshel did not want to miss the sensation of that solid body picking him up while emitting heat like a furnace glowing red from bellows.
It was such a waste not to smell the beast-like scent that seeped in deeper the closer they were pressed together.
Zavad burst into a hollow laugh as he looked down at Ranshel, who was inhaling deeply while rubbing his face against his shoulder.
“You sweat on the bed anyway.”
“That’s different.”
“…How is it different?”
Zavad whispered while rubbing the tip of his nose against Ranshel’s red hair.
His cracking voice sounded low and husky as if asking an intimate secret, and Ranshel let out a long breath in excitement, despite having pushed away the touching hands.
“Even our smart Young Master… ha, there’s something you don’t know…”
“Regarding you, yes. I never truly know everything.”
“Then, I’ll… tell you tonight.”
“…The sun has already set.”
At the moment Zavad’s eyes flashed sharply, the carriage arrived at the mansion and stopped with a large jolt.
It was a relief.
They didn’t have to put silver coins in the driver’s hand and stop the carriage in an alley.
As soon as the door was closed, they frantically stripped off every piece of cloth on each other’s bodies as if tearing them.
With every step retreating deep into the room, things they had undone fell like husks and were stepped on and crumpled underfoot.
Every time a fingertip brushed the bare skin exposed by loosely pulling the strings and belts on the shirts, it felt like a burn.
The bodies that had barely calmed their excitement while heading to the room boiled up again in an instant.
“Ah…!”
Ranshel, who hadn’t even finished taking off the underwear caught on his ankles, was pushed by an urgent palm and fell face down on the bed.
Zavad opened the drawer next to the bed and rummaged through already empty bottles before finding one full of fragrant oil.
Ranshel, lying face down while rubbing his cheek against the duvet, let out a languid sigh at the rising expectation as he heard the urgent sound of the bottle cap opening.
When Zavad tilted the bottle in his hand, slippery oil flowed down the valley of his buttocks.
The straight back stiffened slightly.
“Ah, uung…”
Soon, fingers that had slowly rubbed the wet private area dug into the hole.
The sweet scent of flower oil spread faintly through the room, but Ranshel didn’t smell that good scent at all.
He was just trembling with his eyes closed at the sensation of the long fingers spreading his rear and entering.
Like people in their twenties who had just learned about sex, they were joining their bodies every single day without fail.
Ranshel now didn’t find it particularly painful even if he immediately increased the number of fingers, but even so, it was a narrow hole to contain Zavad’s thick penis.
Zavad clenched his teeth to hold back the urge to grab his penis and immediately crush that tender inner flesh.
“…Does it hurt?”
“No, no… ngh, it doesn’t hurt…”
When the hoarse voice asked, Ranshel replied while squirming as if shaking his head even while buried in the duvet.
That heated voice was filled with lust just like his own, and Zavad let out a heavy breath, drunk on the air where the scent of the oil seemed to waver like a succubus’s scent.
Ranshel panted, wiggling his waist and even bouncing his pelvis as the fingers, which became harder with repeated training, slowly turned directions inside him.
The body that knew the sensation of him stabbing the deep stomach with a thick object could not hide its impatience.
“Shh, stay still…”
Zavad pressed down on Ranshel’s back to prevent him from shaking his waist, fearing he might accidentally scratch his inside.
Then, the fully erect penis was unintentionally pressed hard against the lower abdomen, and the startled Ranshel tightened his bottom.
“Ah, hugh…!”
‘Ha…’
Zavad let out a trembling sigh at the sensation of the inner walls swallowing his index and middle fingers, clinging and tangling tightly.
He couldn’t hold back anymore either.
He uncorked the bottle he had set aside, poured all the remaining oil, and forced one more finger into the tightly closed entrance next to his middle finger.
Ranshel let out rough breaths repeatedly while dripping pre-cum from the tip of his penis tucked under his belly.
He could no longer even remember when this act was painful.
Only the dizzying moment of pleasure that pounded up his stomach until his whole body melted like jelly dominated his mind.
The fingers spreading his rear were urgent yet gentle, and Ranshel wanted them to hurry and turn into a blunt club to beat his inside.
He was barely enduring because he knew how much of a pervert he would look if he said this out loud, but now his body reached the point where it kicked away reason and moved first.
“Young Master, ah, quickly…”
He released his hands that were gripping the duvet, reached back to grab Zavad’s forearm, and pulled weakly, urging him.
“Quickly…”
“…Don’t provoke me too much. You’ll get angry again if you can’t get up tomorrow.”
“I won’t get angry, I won’t, hurry…”
After letting out a deep sigh, Zavad pulled his fingers out of Ranshel’s hole and brought his dark red penis to the entrance that was widely loosened and slowly contracting.
“…What a liar.”
He grabbed both sides of Ranshel’s waist and shoved the cock in to the root as soon as he buried the glans in the hole.
Thwack!
The sound of skin hitting echoed thickly, and Ranshel tilted his head back completely, shuddering at the thrill flowing down his spine.
No matter how persistently it was loosened with fingers, there’s no way it’s easy to contain a penis that is no different from a weapon.
The entrance, stretched to its limit, kept shrinking as if trying to regain its original shape, which led to an act of chewing and stimulating the vein-filled pillar.
Zavad took a deep breath, jaw clenched, as he held the waist trapped under his palms.
‘Slowly, so he doesn’t get hurt…’
